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 My Girlfriend's Secret Tennis Circle 4 By Paul Lavreau

   The story so far: I'm Paul Lavreau, a senior in cinema studies at a
college in Honolulu.  For the last few months, I've been going out with a
girl from Japan called Misayo Ishii.  One day, I was over at her place, and
found a picture of Misa and three other Japanese girls standing naked on an
outdoor tennis court.  I was astounded.  The girl in the picture was so
different from the shy standoffish Misa I knew.  Misa denied there was
anything strange going on, but I couldn't get the picture out of my mind. I
eventually met the other three girls from the picture: Nanae, Shiori and
Kaori.  Misa has warned me to stay away from them, but I played singles
with Kaori and mixed doubles with the three of them.  After the game, I
drove them to Shiori's dorm, a strict girl's residence, so they could have
a shower.  Kaori, dressed in just a short towel, came to the side door to
let me in.

   I skedaddled in, and she quickly pulled it closed behind us.  I'd never
been in an all-girl's dorm before, so I felt a bit nervous.  Kaori started
to jog up the stairs, but I grabbed her arm, and stopped her.  There was no
one else in the stairwell although we could hear girl's voices shouting and
laughing through the glass door that led to the hall.  I pulled Kaori
closer, and took her other arm.

   "Why did you kiss me back there?" I asked, burning with curiosity. 
Kaori gazed down shyly tilting her head to the side.

   "I don't know.  I wasn't thinking really.  If it bothers you, I won't do
it anymore."

   Bothers me?  I'd never even kissed my own girlfriend Misa, but sweet
young Kaori had kissed me twice!  Kaori was making me crazy for her,
sending my hormones into overdrive.

   "You kissed me the other day too!" I reminded her.

   "Listen Paul, I'm really sorry.  It's just you've been so nice, offering
to play tennis with me when Misa was busy, driving us all around." She
looked up at me blushing nervously.  It was obvious she liked me, and she
looked so cute, gazing up at me with those big dark eyes.  I couldn't take
it anymore.  I leaned forward, and kissed her square on the lips.

   She stumbled back clearly surprised by my sudden forwardness.  She
lifted her hand to her lips, her eyes wide in shock.  Her towel unraveled,
and fell to the floor, leaving her standing there stark naked in the hall,
her wet body glistening in the bright light.  Her breasts were clearly
quite erect by now, and her sleek black pubic hair was beckoning me.  She
looked so positively delicious I leaned forward, wrapped my arms around her
naked body, and gave her an even more passionate kiss.  I was so caught up
in my lust for her I'd completely forgotten where we were.

   I was hoping she'd start to kiss me back, but before I could tell, we
heard uproarious laughter coming from the door behind her.  Two blonde
Haole girls were looking at us through the glass door, killing themselves
laughing at our audacity.  Kaori's eyes widened in terror, so I quickly
bent down, picked up her towel, and handed it to her.  Once she had it tied
back on, we rushed out past the two girls, terribly embarrassed at getting
caught.  Kaori's cheeks were flushing bright pink.

   "Sorry," I mumbled as we hurried to get away from our audience, who wee
still busting themselves laughing.  Kaori stared down at the floor gravely
as we hurried along.  Oh no.  I hope I didn't offend her.  I guess I did
get a bit carried away, but I was really starting to like her a lot.  She'd
been straighter with me than Misa had about this Coach Takezawa and stuff,
and she had a body that didn't quit.  We finally arrived at Shiori's room.

   "Wait here," she told me.  "I'm just going to finish showering, and then
you can have one." She was obviously shaken by my sudden kisses.  Perhaps
I'd misjudged her.  She'd seemed so confident up until I kissed her, but
now she was acting more like an innocent young virgin.  Had she never been
kissed before?

   She disappeared off to the washroom still blushing profusely.  I sat
down on Shiori's bed, and tried to settle down.  I shouldn't be rushing
this in any case.  She obviously likes me.  There'll be time enough for
these things later.

   Shiori's room was spotlessly clean and well organized with a collection
of cute stuffed animals sitting there on her desk, and her tennis rackets
tucked away neatly in the corner.  I sat there for a while, but unable to
contain my curiosity, I began rummaging through her desk looking for some
clue to understanding all this.  Why had they been nude on the tennis court
the day of the picture?  Who was this mysterious Coach Takezawa?  Why were
they all so vexingly flirtatious and yet aloof?

   There didn't seem to be anything in Shiori's desk, so I nipped over, and
took a quick peek in her closet.  It seemed to be mostly clothes, but high
up on the shelf, there was what looked like a scrapbook.

   I pulled it down, and hastily leafed through.  A lot of it was newspaper
articles and magazine clippings in Japanese.  Some of them had pictures of
Japanese tennis players.  Close to the back of the book, I found an
envelope with some snapshots inside.  There were shots of Japanese girls
and guys I didn't really recognize, and then right at the back the very
last one...  Shiori standing on the court poised ready to receive a serve.
Looking closer, I realized she had a headband tied around her eyes.  Huh?
Why on earth was she blindfolded?  She had a strange expression on her face
too - a sort of skittish look, worry, nervousness, excitement perhaps.  It
didn't make any sense.  Another one of Coach Takezawa's tricks?

   Before I could figure it out, I heard the showers shut off, and the
girls' voices coming this way.  I shoved the pictures back in the envelope,
and put the scrapbook back up where I found it.  The three of them came
into Shiori's room, their hair still wet wearing just towels as Kaori had
earlier.  They all looked so appetizing fresh from the shower.  Kaori
looked down shyly refusing to meet my gaze.  Shoot!  I guess I shouldn't
have kissed her.  She just looked so appetizing like that I couldn't help
myself.

   "Sorry to keep you waiting," Nanae said cheerily.  "You can have a
shower now if you'd like."

   "Uh, do you have like a towel or something I could borrow?"

   Shiori went into her closet making my heart skip a beat.  Nanae looked
at me and then Kaori staring at the ground, and perhaps suspected something
had gone on between the two of us.  She got this mischievous look on her
face, and sidled up next to Kaori.  She said something to Kaori in
Japanese, and then bumped her hips against poor Kaori's, sending her for a
loop.  Poor Kaori's towel unraveled again and fell to the floor, leaving
her standing there naked.  I drew in a deep breath, the sight of Kaori
desperately scrambling to cover her naked body almost more than I could
bear in my aroused state.  Nanae with this self-satisfied grin picked up
the towel off the floor and started folding it up.  Kaori tried to grab it
from her, and soon the two of them locked hands wrestling.  I just stood
there enraptured by the sight of Kaori's taut naked form straining as she
strove to push Nanae back onto Shiori's bed.  She had beautiful muscle tone
in her hips and buttocks, all over her body.  Trying to get her balance,
she spread her legs wide, giving me a nice view of her pussy.  She would
surely be quite the tigress in bed.

   Unfortunately, Shiori rushed out motioning for me to help break up the
fight.  I grabbed Kaori by the waist, and pulled her off Nanae.  I
shuddered at the heavenly touch of her soft flesh.  God.  She's gorgeous.

   "She started it," Kaori squealed visibly upset.  Nanae broke out
laughing.  Kaori did look quite the sight standing there buck naked all
steamed up over a little tomfoolery.  I could feel a joyous feeling
burbling up inside myself, more lust than laughter perhaps.  Kaori looked
so priceless getting all angry standing there in the buff.  Shiori tossed
me a towel.

   "Here go shower while I try to get these two to settle down."

   I squelched my smile, and nodded, but as I passed Nanae, I couldn't
resist getting her back.  I grabbed her towel, and tugged it right off. 
She lunged forward, and I fell back onto the bed killing myself laughing.
Nanae jumped up on top of me straddling my manhood and brushing her naked
muff against it pushing me dangerously close to the edge.  She pulled at my
shirt, and slapped my face, but all I could feel was her pelvis grinding
deep into my hopelessly engorged member.  I reached up, and squeezed her
perky little breasts, and she gave out the most delightful squeal.  Kaori
and Shiori grabbed Nanae's shoulders from behind, and tried to pull her off
of me.

   Suddenly though, we heard the metal door of the guard's office slam
shut, and heavy footfalls heading this way.  All of us froze.  Shiori
wasn't allowed to have boy guests at all.  I scrambled to my feet, and they
pushed me into the closet, slamming the door shut in my face.  I couldn't
see anything at all, but I could definitely hear the security guard,
clearly a man, questioning them as to what the scuffle was all about.

   "It was nothing," Shiori said.  "We were just fooling around; that's
all."

   Thank goodness they got their towels back on in time.  That would have
been something if he'd come down, and seen Nanae on top of me in the nude.
I could still vividly remember the sensation of her muff pressing against
my penis.  I've really got to calm down here.  I can't fuck them all.

   It took them quite a while to convince the security guard to go away. 
The way I figure as soon as he saw how gorgeous they all were, he decided
to stick around a bit, and get a good look.  Not that I could blame him. 
The three of them were complete knockouts.  Anyway, they finally managed to
get him to leave, and let me out of the closet.  Shiori put her slender
index finger up to her lustrous little lips.

   "Shhhh!  Hurry up, and have a shower, so we can get going.  We'll watch
the door."

   Nanae and Kaori eyed me cautiously.  I shrugged an apology, and headed
across to the showers.  I was still pretty worked up from all the
excitement, but the cool water slowly helped me calm down.  By the time I'd
dried off, and dressed, the three of them were all dressed as well.

   "Anyway, we've got to go.  Thanks for the drive," Shiori smiled kissing
me on the cheek.

   "Don't kiss him!" Kaori shouted angrily.  Shiori turned, and signaled
for her to be quiet.  We listened at the door, but the security guard
mustn't have heard Kaori's outburst.

   "Why not?" Shiori whispered.  Kaori answered in Japanese, but I did
catch Misa's name.  The two of them sank into a long discussion.  I
nervously scratched the palm of my hand.  I'd almost forgotten about Misa,
but the three of them obviously hadn't.  She was their best friend, the
leader of their group.  If I wanted to go out with any of these three, I'd
have to break up with Misa first.  I held up my hand to stop them talking.

   "Girls, girls!  I don't really understand what you're saying, but I
think I know what you're getting at.  I'd better talk this all over with
Misa, and then we'll see where we go from there."

   Kaori eyed me suspiciously, but finally nodded that that was best. 
Nanae and Shiori looked over at Kaori uneasily, perhaps wondering if she'd
beaten them to the punch.  I did like Kaori, but anyway, obviously, I'd
have to break off with Misa first.

   The three of them headed off to the library, and I drove the car back
home.  I lay on my bed for a long time, trying to sort out my feelings. 
I'd been dating Misa for quite some time now.  I knew her pretty well
better than Kaori and the others, but somehow it just wasn't working.  Now
how could I break the news to her?

   After supper, I watched TV for a while, and then went outside to give
Misa a call on my cell.  Misa had been pretty cool toward me lately, but I
wasn't really sure how she would react.  I took a deep breath and dialed
her number.

   "Oh, Paul, I'm so glad you called.  This project is driving me crazy.  I
really need a break.  Are you free tomorrow?"

   "Uh yeah.  Listen, Misa, there's something I need to talk to you about."

   "Sure, Paul.  What's on your mind?" Her voice sounded so sweet, so full
of affection.  I hesitated.

   "Um, yeah, well maybe we can talk about it tomorrow.  Where do you want
to go?"

   "I was thinking about the beach."

   This was strange.  I'd invited her to the beach before, but she'd always
said no.  Why the sudden change of heart, I wonder.

   "Um, yeah sure.  What time do you want me to pick you up?"

   "Maybe nine.  Is that too early?  Ten?"

   "No no.  Nine is fine.  I got up early this morning."

   "Yeah, I heard."

   What?  Nanae and them told her already?  Oh oh.  I hope they didn't tell
her everything.  She must be pretty steamed as it is.  She'd told me to
stay away from them.  Why didn't she seem angry at all?  Could she have
changed her mind?

   The next morning I had a shower, packed up my swim stuff, and drove over
to Misa's.  She was sitting out on her patio waiting for me.  She got up as
soon as she saw me, and came over to the car.  I had to take a double take
because she was wearing a white hoodie and this fire-engine-red mini-skirt!
I'd never even seen her in a mini-skirt before!  Her legs were an appealing
shade of pale pink, pristine and untouched by the sun's harsh rays.  Her
skin looked smooth and soft, hairless, with just the right muscle tone.  I
wanted so much to reach out, and touch her, but then I remembered.  Today I
have to tell her we're through.  That's the whole point of meeting her
today.

   "Hi Paul.  Isn't this great?  It's perfect weather for the beach," she
smiled pointing up at the clear blue sky.  She was definitely in a good
mood.  What's going on?  She'd been so angry with me for so long, and now
she's all brightness and light.  What gives?  I drove to the beach with
Misa going on about how long it was since she'd last been to the beach, and
how excited she was that I was taking her.  I couldn't get over the change.
She seemed happier than I'd ever seen her.

   "Could we stop in that mall in Waikiki on the way?  I want to grab
something to eat, and buy a few things before we go to the beach."

   "Sure, I guess," I nodded.  Well, anyway, I'll bide my time for now, and
see what happens.  There's no sense rushing this.

   She directed me into the multilevel parking lot connected to the biggest
shopping center in Waikiki.  I drove up to the third floor where all the
restaurants are.  I got out of the car, opened the trunk, and traded my
beach sandals for a better pair of shoes.  Misa was still in the front seat
of the car doing something.

   "Misa, are you coming?" I called out to her.  She was just sitting there
staring off into space.  Ever so slowly she got out of the car, and came
back to the trunk.  She was carrying her miniskirt and panties in her
hands, shaking them out.  She looked distracted, nervous even.

   "Oh you didn't have to change into your swimsuit yet.  There are
washrooms down by the beach."

   She gave me an anxious look, then leaned into the trunk, and stuffed her
skirt and panties into her bag.  The hem of her hoodie crept up exposing
her cute round buttocks cheeks.  That's funny.  That's quite a thong she
has on.  It's buried so deep in her butt crack I can't even see it.  Months
of hiding her body from me, but today she's dressed to kill.  Guess she
doesn't want to lose out to all those bleached blondes in their string
bikinis down on the beach there.  Waikiki is crawling with them.

   "Do you have your camera?" she asked.

   "Uh, yeah, sure."

   "Bring it along."

   I couldn't quite figure what she wanted me to take a picture of.  Her
eating lunch?  Still, I pulled the camera out, and slung it over my
shoulder to humor her.  Perhaps she sensed something was up.  Maybe that's
why she was acting so strange.  She was planning something; I could tell.

   We walked out into the mall.  It was still early in the day, so there
weren't many people there.  The whole Waikiki shopping area is pretty
pricey, so I rarely come here.  Girls seem to like it though - lots of
brand and luxury good shops.  Misa led me across to an Okonomi Yaki
restaurant.  I'd had Japanese food quite a bit when I was growing up, and
Misa seemed to prefer it to western.  The place was completely empty.  The
girl at the cash said to sit anywhere.  Misa led me way off to the far
corner, and slid into the seat at the back.

   The waitress came, and took our order, and then disappeared off back
into the kitchen.  The restaurant was a nice place with big picture windows
looking out over the street below.  You couldn't quite see the beach for
all the buildings, but it wasn't far at all.

   "It's hot in here, isn't it?" she said pulling on her hoodie to fan
herself.

   "Yeah, I guess," I nodded.  I didn't really mind the heat.  I grew up in
Honolulu, so I was used to it.

   "Paul, can you check to see if the waitress or anyone is there?"

   "What?  Do you want some water or something?"

   "No no.  I just want to make sure no one's coming."

   "What?  Why?"

   She pulled a white sports bra out of her bag, and set it down on the
table.

   "I just wanted to change into this."

   "What here?"

   "Uh-huh," she grinned at me, with this mischievous gleam in her eye.  I
looked at her long and hard.  Is this what she was planning?  Surely, she
didn't intend to change out here in the open.  This was a brightly lit
public restaurant in the middle of Waikiki, a thronging tourist Mecca. 
Sure there was no one much here now, but there would be soon.

   Still, she kept motioning for me to go look, so I finally got up.  She
handed me my camera.

   "Here take this too.  There's something I want to show you."

   I looked at her doubtfully, but she shooed me to go on.  I finally stood
up, and went to take a look at the kitchen.  The two waitresses seemed to
be inside somewhere talking with the chef perhaps.  Misa motioned for me to
look out into the mall as well.  I could hear noises coming from the other
stores, but I couldn't see much of anyone.  I came back, and nodded that
there was indeed no one around.  She peered around anxiously, and then
slowly lifted up the hem of her hoodie.  I reeled back stunned as her
neatly trimmed pubic hair slid into clear view.

   "Ohmigod!" I shouted out without thinking.  She'd been walking around
the mall commando of all things.

   To be continued

   Paul Lavreau You can find my stories at Don Gordon's web page:
/~DonGordon/ Or his ftp site:
/files/Authors/DonGordon