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 Year away in Japan 1: A peek up Ai's skirt By Don Gordon

   I've just got to tell somebody about this before I go crazy.  I know
what you're going to think, but as I'll try to explain, I tried so hard to
do the right thing, but somehow, before I knew it, I was in over my head.
It's all about this girl I met, one of my students actually, a girl named
Ai (pronounced "eye").  Well anyway, I guess I better start at the
beginning.

   Let's see now.  I suppose it was about a little more than a year ago.  I
was about to graduate from university, and I had started looking around for
a job.  I'd always planned on being a teacher, but I don't know.  There was
something too pat about just finding a job in Ann Arbor, getting married,
settling down.  My girlfriend Elise was plenty keen, but I wanted to get
out, and see the world a bit before I got tied down.  Heck, I was only
twenty-two.

   Then, one day one of my Profs mentioned a job opening in Japan.  Just
what I've been looking for, I thought: an exotic country about which I knew
very little thousands of miles from home.  Adventure was beckoning.

   Elise didn't take it well of course.  Made it out like I was running out
on her on something, but anyway, after she got over the initial shock, she
agreed to let me go.  It'd only be for a year and all, and I promised to
keep in touch.

   The school year in Japan starts in April, so I finished up all my essays
and handed them in March, and headed out.  All my friends came to the
airport to see me off, and of course Elise was there too.  Everyone looked
so sad to see me go.  I started to wonder if I'd made the right decision,
but anyway, it was too late to back out, so off I went.

   When I got off the plane in Tokyo, there was one of the school staff
there waiting for me, a Mrs.  Hori I think her name was.  She didn't seem
to speak much English, but anyway she took me all the way to the apartment
they had set up for me.  It wasn't much, small, barely bigger than the room
I'd had in university, but once I got settled in and had been there a
while, it started to feel like home.

   School turned out to be pretty weird at first.  None of the teachers or
staff seemed to speak English.  Anyway, I got my own students, and set to
work teaching them key phrases like "What's up, teach?" and "Why so glum,
chum?" just to amuse myself.  I started studying Japanese, and as time went
by, things started to get easier.  It turned out that some of the teachers
did speak English after all, and soon enough, I began to feel more at home.

   Time passed by quickly.  I traveled around on school breaks, and I even
set up this English excursion club at school with some of my students. 
Mostly it was an excuse for them to take me around to see the local sights.
One of the older boys, Keitaro, turned out to be a great tour guide, and we
went hiking in the mountains, and saw caves, waterfalls and even the place
where the English navigator Will Adams first landed in the sixteenth
century (Anyone seen Shogun?).

   The winter was mild, but Christmas reminded me of home.  I started to
plan out my trip back and what I would do when I got there.  Then, suddenly
in mid-February, the principal threw me a bit of a curve ball.  They wanted
me to stay on for another year, he told me.  He fed me a line about how
much progress my students were making, but I got this weird feeling that
they had somehow gotten used to having me around.

   I didn't want to say no straight off, so I told him to give me some time
to think it over, but somehow the word got out to my students that I might
be leaving.  They started hanging around my class more and more.  Keitaro
and the others kept asking me about my life back in the States.  I was
happy to see I had so many fans, but that didn't change things.  Come
March, I was heading home.

   What really sparked things off was one day, one of the secretaries came
down saying I had a phone call coming in.  I told my students to work
quietly on their assignments, and went down to the office to see who it
was. It turned out to be my travel agent.  She'd found a cheap flight home
for the date I wanted.  I had her reserve me a seat, but when I got back to
my class, I could tell from my students' faces that they knew what was up.
The boys were staring at me with this sad look in their eyes, and some of
the girls looked like they were going to cry.  I felt like saying "c'mon
guys, it's not the end of the world," but I must admit I felt a faint
twinge of guilt.  There were some real characters in my class, and I
realized I'd miss them too.

   The next morning when I got to school, I found one of my students, a
girl called Ai-chan, sitting alone in the classroom.  This was a bit
unusual.  Usually the students didn't come in till just before nine
o'clock, but here she was at eight.  Her cheeks were red, and she was
looking down at a fluorescent light lying on her desk.  I looked at her for
a moment, feeling a bit uneasy, but finally asked,

   "Ai-chan, what's wrong?"

   She looked up at me shyly and then up at the ceiling.  The light above
her desk had burned out.

   "Oh," I said.

   "I try change it yesterday, but desk is..." She slid her hand across the
desktop.

   "Slippery.  Yes, yes, I see."

   I looked at her a bit more closely.  She has a slender face with big
black eyes and long straight black hair always perfectly groomed.  I guess
she's around 16 or 17.  Up until then, I hadn't really talked to her too
much, although she was one of the better students in the class in terms of
her English.  Once I'd thought about it, I realized she was a member of my
English excursion club, and was always there, though she rarely said
anything.

   Suddenly, I remembered having helped her before.  One afternoon, she'd
been sitting in my class all alone looking sad.  It turned out that her
clean-up partner, a girl named Midori, had skipped out on her, and left her
to tidy up the classroom herself.  I helped her out, and the next day,
she'd even brought me a pastry to say thank you.

   She peered up at me with those wide eyes, blinking shyly under my gaze.
She pressed her small pink lips together almost in a pout as her eyes
darted back and forth.  Her hair was shining in the morning light, and I
could faintly make out a pleasant clean feminine scent.  Must be her
shampoo.

   "Mr.  Gordon.  You help me?" she said rising to her feet.  She slipped
out of her shoes, and put one foot on the seat of her chair.  I hesitated
for a second wondering what she had in mind, and somewhat nervous that
someone might come in, and find us there.  She looked at me expectantly
though, so eventually I held out my arm.  She grabbed on, and used it to
balance as she stood up on the seat.  One hand still on my arm, she leaned
forward to pick up the light.  I blinked, and then averted my eyes as I
realized that I was staring straight down her blouse.  I had just caught a
glimpse of her cleavage, a bit more pronounced than I would have imagined.
She didn't seem to be wearing any bra.

   I took a deep breath, and tried to think of other things.  I could still
feel her slender fingers though, clutching my arm as she raised herself up
onto the desktop.

   "Hold me ...  hold me steady," she said nervously as she struggled to
get her balance.  I looked down at her little stocking feet planted firmly
on the desk.  Not wanting to touch her skin, I gently wrapped my fingers
around her ankles over her socks, but she immediately cried out,

   "Abunai!  (=Dangerous)." She was teetering back and forth, so I quickly
lifted my hands up to her calves and then to her thighs to steady her.  Her
skin was so soft and smooth to the touch.  I breathed in deeply trying to
stay calm.

   She balanced herself with one hand on my shoulder, and with the other
held down the front of her navy pleated mini-skirt now just a few inches
from my eyes.  She looked down at me almost fearfully perhaps regretting
having suggested this.  I tried to smile reassuringly, but her feminine
scent and the soft warm feeling of her supple young thighs were making it
harder and harder to retain my teacherly authority.  She continued to look
vaguely afraid, but she didn't move to get down.  She just stood there
gazing down at me.

   Our classroom is on the first floor.  I looked out the window, and there
were some kids in the distance, but still too far away for them to see us.
I looked up at her again urging her to hurry up, and replace the light.  I
wanted to let go of her legs, but she still seemed pretty wobbly.  I tried
to think of what I'd teach in that day's lesson to get my mind off how
wonderfully warm and inviting her thighs felt.

   She took her arm off my shoulder, and reached up still holding the front
of her skirt with the other.  She seemed reluctant to let go of her skirt.
She even seemed to be quivering a bit.  I couldn't help wondering what she
was wearing underneath.  An image of neatly washed white cotton panties
flashed into my mind's eye.  What am I thinking?  Here this poor young
thing is, just trying to fix the light, and I, horny bastard that I am, am
fantasizing about what kind of panties she's wearing.  I've got to get a
grip.

   She slowly began to straighten up, and let go of her skirt.  As she
stretched up to reach for the light, the hem of her skirt rose higher and
higher up her creamy white thighs.  I glanced up for a moment to see if
she'd gotten hold of the light, but when my eyes came back down, they
settled on not the white cotton panties I'd been expecting, but rather this
triangular tuft of rich black pubic hair brightly lit up in the morning
sun.

   I was so surprised that I almost fell backwards.  I tightened my grip on
her thighs and with an effort managed to straighten up.  Ai swayed
dangerously for a moment, but then regained her balance.

   "Daijoubu, Gohden-san?  (=Are you all right, Mr.  Gordon?)," she asked
lowering her arms with this look of genuine concern in her eyes.  Perhaps
I'd just imagined it I thought.  Surely she must be wearing underwear.  I
nodded for her to go on.

   She peered nervously out the window, but seeing no one, stretched even
higher than before, revealing her precious little pussy to me once again.
My eyes widened as she rose up on tiptoe spreading her legs apart slightly
as she did so.  Her pussy hair was lustrous, thick and black, forming a
sharp contrast with her milky white skin.  Between her legs, I could just
make out her pink pussy lips glistening slightly with drops of dew.  Her
aroma wafted forward, tingling my nostrils.

   I just couldn't believe it.  Shy fragile little Ai, one of the best
students in my class was 'going commando' in my classroom.  What on earth
was she thinking?  I just stared mesmerized by her gorgeous twat.  I
completely forgot where I was, and slowly slid my hands up her legs further
to cup her bare backside.  She squealed, with what sounded to me more like
pleasure than fear.  I softly caressed her supple young buttocks cheeks. 
She squirmed a bit, but didn't pull away.  She wants it, I thought.  I
could feel my cock stiffening, pulsing, longing to be inside her, to feel
those sweet little pussy lips wrapped tightly around me, squeezing my
manhood till it erupted.  I lifted her skirt up to get a better look at
her. Suddenly, we both heard voices from outside the window coming closer.

   Aw, geez!  What am I doing?  Ai quickly pulled the burnt out light out
of its socket, and handed it to me.  Reluctantly, I let go of her, and her
skirt fell back down.  Then she stretched up again, giving me another peek
as carefully fitted the new light in.  Not wanting the people outside to
see, I moved around to block their view, but by then, we could hear people
in the hall as well.  I grabbed her by the waist, and quickly lifted her
down.  She straightened her skirt, slipped into her shoes, and backed away
from me a bit.  She looked down at the ground shyly, and fiddled with her
fingers.  Her cheeks were now bright red.

   "I'm sorry, Mr.  Gordon.  Maybe I should not do that."

   I was still pretty excited to say the least.  My mind was racing.  Why
hadn't I ever noticed her before?  Her bangs shaded her big black eyes
making it hard to tell what she was thinking.  Her delicate lips formed a
little "o" puckering slightly.  Aw, man, she is so gorgeous.

   "No, no, that's alright ...  um..." I didn't know what to say.  My
pleasure.  Anytime.  When can I see you again?  No, that wouldn't be right
at all.  Jeez, I barely know her.  What the heck was her last name again?

   Before I could say anything, the door opened, and Keitaro walked in.  He
often came in early to talk to me.  He was a good kid, but this time, his
timing was terrible.  Ai-chan quickly backed away, and went out the back
door.  I almost went out after her, but realized I'd better not.  She was a
student, and a young one at that.  What would people think?  I went back to
my desk, and sat down, as my hard-on slowly faded.

   Keitaro was talking a blue streak, but I barely heard him.  What on
earth was Ai thinking that she would pull a stunt like that?  I'm leaving
in a few weeks, for heaven's sakes.  My other students started coming in,
and I realized that soon I would have to concentrate on teaching.

   Finally, at 9 o'clock, just before the bell, Ai came back in.  She
looked so calm, so normal.  I couldn't believe she could do what she'd
done, and still look like it was just another day at school.  Ai caught me
looking at her, glared back at me sharply for a moment, and then ignored me
for the rest of the class.  Now that I've had time to think about it, I
realize she was just trying to avoid arousing suspicion among her
classmates.  But, I felt hurt almost.  How could she be so forward one
moment and then so cold the next?  I was baffled.

   First period ended, and she left with her friends to go to her next
class.  Keitaro, always a sharp kid, noticed I looked sad, and asked,

   "Why so glum, chum?"

   I managed a weak smile, but didn't answer.

   At lunch, I went to the student cafeteria to look for her, but she
wasn't there.  She didn't show up after school either, though my other
'fans' were out in force.  I wasn't in the mood for joking around, so I
told them maybe some other time, and went home.

   The morning's events kept running through my mind.  Her blushing face,
her soothing voice, the courage it must have taken to bare her most private
places to me there in the classroom.  I wanted to see her again.  I even
considered calling her house, but couldn't think of what I'd say if one of
her parents answered.  'Yes, Mrs.  Isobe, could you tell Ai that Mr. 
Gordon wants to see her?' Isobe, Isobe.  Yes, that was her name!

   I couldn't stop thinking of her.  The memory of our brief encounter that
morning kept gnawing away at my mind.  When it came time for bed, I lay
down, but I couldn't sleep.  I just kept tossing and turning and running
over the day's events again and again in my mind.

   At six, my alarm clock went off.  I was too wired to feel sleepy.  In a
few hours, I'd see her again.  I showered, shaved and got dressed in my
sharpest clothes.  I wanted to look my best.

   I went to school early, but again she didn't come in until just before
nine.  She kept on ignoring me.  Near the end of class, I caught her
stealing glances at me.  She looked ravishing, even more beautiful than the
day before.

   Class ended, and she scurried out.  Suddenly, my fatigue set in.  Too
tired to lecture, I gave the next group of students assignments to do, and
just sat quietly at the front at my desk.  Why was she avoiding me?  Had I
been too forward touching her?  Then why had she done it in the first
place? It didn't make any sense.

   The time for my spare came, and I was about to go have a nap, when
suddenly Ai appeared at the door.

   "Can I come in?"

   "Of course," I said, my heart racing at seeing her again.

   She shut the door, and walked to the back of the classroom setting her
small leather backpack down on a desk near the window curtain.  She moved
so gracefully, almost like a ballerina.  Her hair hung down over her eyes,
but I could tell she was thinking about something.  She was quivering a
bit. We stayed there in silence for a while, I at my desk, and her standing
in the shadow of the curtains.

   "Don't you have a class now?" I asked, immediately kicking myself for
asking such a stupid question.  It sounds like I don't want her to be here.

   She nodded gravely.

   "What's wrong?" I asked trying to sound more compassionate.  She looked
at me for a while then finally spoke.

   "I can't change in front of other girls wearing like this."

   I looked her up and down.  She looked normal enough.  Navy pleated
skirt, short-sleeved white cotton blouse, blue sailor collar and red scarf.
Her skirt was a bit short, but other than that, it was the same uniform as
all the other girls wore.  I was about to say 'you look fine to me,' when
it struck me what she must mean.

   The morning before for our brief time together, she'd been "going
commando," walking around with neither bra nor panties.  I hadn't given it
much thought, but I would have supposed that she had taken them off just
before she saw me, and put them right back on soon afterwards.  Perhaps, it
was hubris on my part, but I thought her little show had been largely for
my benefit.  However, looking at Ai's face and the way she now seemed to be
blushing, suggested a second option: this shy fragile creature, this
paragon of femininity, this petite waif of a girl has been walking around
for the last day and a half (or longer) in that tantalizingly short skirt
without any underpants on!

   I stood up like a shot, but she raised her hand sternly.

   "No.  Stay there."

   I was breathing heavily now, but with an effort of will, I managed to
sit back down.  OK, calm down.  I don't want to get her all upset.  She's
here now, and I should be happy about that.

   "Um ...  I was wondering..." she started, then hesitated, clearly
reluctant to go on especially given the wild look that must have been in my
eyes.  "Could I change here?"

   I looked at her standing there quivering, so fearful, so vulnerable. 
Unable to speak, I just nodded.

   Ai peered suspiciously through the window in the back door to see if
anyone was in the hallway.  Classes had started, and so the hall was pretty
quiet.

   She turned her back to me, and huddled up close to the curtain to get
out of the sunshine streaming in through the large windows.  She carefully
undid her scarf, and lifted her sailor collar up and off.  She reached
under her arm, and undid the zippers that ran up the sides of her blouse,
one at a time.  As she lifted the blouse over her head, I noted that she
still wasn't wearing any bra.  Her bare back looked so smooth and soft.  I
just caught a glimpse of her right breast as she leaned over to pick up her
gym t-shirt.  With her blouse on, her breasts looked quite petite, but
actually they had quite a nice shape with a small pinkish red nipple
pointing upward at the tip.

   She quickly slipped the t-shirt on, and then turned around to look at
the door again.  There was still no one there.  She looked at me, and then
demurely began to undo the zipper at the side of her skirt.  Her hips were
quite wide for one so slim, so she had to wiggle quite a bit to get out of
the skirt.  Her breasts bounced up and down under the t-shirt as she
struggled to get the skirt off.  She looked over at me, and blushed as she
realized how much I was enjoying her little show.

   She finally got the skirt down to her knees, and stepped out of it. 
Even from this distance, her pussy looked so inviting.  Her hair was
standing up a bit, so she smoothed it down, before folding her skirt
neatly, and tucking it away in her backpack.

   Next she pulled her t-shirt down to cover her pussy.  I frowned, but she
ran her fingers through her hair, and smiled at me mischievously.

   Out the window, we could see her classmates gathering on the field for
gym class.  Undeterred, she crossed over to the middle aisle in just her
short t-shirt, and bravely stepped out into the sunshine.  I braced my
hands on the arms of my chair, but she motioned for me to be still.  I'm
not really used to this sort of thing, having the woman in control I mean,
but what else could I do?  Whatever I did, I didn't want to scare her.

   With both hands, she pulled the t-shirt down as far as it would go, and
walked down the aisle towards me.  I started getting nervous that someone
would see her.  If she didn't show up for gym class, her classmates would
come looking for her, and here she was standing in full view of the field.
If they glanced in, they would surely notice her parading around with no
shorts or skirt on at all.  I looked around for something to cover her
with, but again she motioned for me to stay still.  When she lifted her
hand, her t-shirt sprung up giving me yet another glimpse of her luscious
pussy.  I was right on the edge, half of me wanting to impale her on my
throbbing member, the other half wanting to put her over my knee, and spank
her precocious little behind.

   Ai came around to the side of the desk with her back to the door.  My
sense of danger went into overdrive as I realized that her ass would be in
plain view of anyone who chanced to walk by in the hallway outside.  I
inched my chair towards her, but she just backed up still holding the
t-shirt down with her hands.

   Now that she was closer, I could just make out the outline of her two
tiny nipples through the white stretch cotton of her shirt.  She was so
darn sexy it was driving me wild.

   "I just talk one moment, and then go to class." She glanced back
nervously at the door.  "This is first time I do something like this.  I
think about it long time, but I decide this only way." Then, she said
something in Japanese, which sounded like the same thing again just to make
sure I understood.

   I took a deep breath, and tried to concentrate on what she was saying.
My eyes kept wandering down to her nipples, which were now poking out quite
noticeably.  She was standing with her legs apart.  I could almost taste
her wetness.  I dug my fingers into the arms of the chair, and then looked
back into her eyes.  They seemed so large and black, with the sky and sun
outside reflected in them.

   "Mr.  Gordon.  Donald.  Do you like me?"

   Helpless to resist, I nodded.

   "I need favor.  I want you to stay here next year.  You are nicest man.
If you leave, I become so sad."

   It took a while for her words to sink in.  This precious little girl had
stripped down, and was teasing me with her gorgeous body because she wants
me to give up going back to the States.  My spirits, which had been running
so high the past two days, suddenly came crashing down.  Not go home? 
That's crazy.  I've got to go home.  My year is up.  I've got people
waiting for me.  My mind swung back to Elise.  These last two days I'd
almost forgotten about her.  How could I ask her to wait another year?  My
mind was made up.  I was going back to the States.  I looked back at Ai
sadly.

   Her expression changed too, to one of despair.  It was almost as if she
had sensed what was going through my mind.  She went down on her knees, and
then bowed down till her forehead almost touched the ground.

   "Onegai shimasu.  (=I beg you)"

   I looked down at her, her uncovered bum sticking pertly up in the air.
My heart was filled with sadness for no matter how much I yearned for Ai,
to not go home...  that was asking too much.  No one, not my family nor
friends and certainly not Elise, would understand.

   I reached over to touch her, but perhaps sensing my answer, she pulled
back.  She rose to her feet, and ran back to where her things were.

   "I have to go to class," she said tears welling up in her eyes.  She
stood there with her back to me for a moment sobbing.  Her cute bum was
just peeking out from under her shirt.  God, she is the most vexing
creature.

   Wiping the tears from her eyes, she turned to me, and tried to smile. 
She lifted her arms high in the hair revealing her pussy again.

   "Maybe I go like this.  It's good idea, ne?" she said almost laughing
now.

   My anger faded, and my hard-on came back as I wondered if she was
serious.  She took her running shoes out of her bag and squatted down to
change into them.  She looked up at me coyly, and spread her gorgeously
toned legs to reveal her taut pussy between.  God, she is so ...  sexy.  My
desire for her was rising again rapidly.

   She took out her gym shorts, and squeezed her juicy little ass into
them.

   "Maybe next time," she said with a smile.  She turned her back to me
again perhaps to show me how tight her shorts were or how nicely they fit
her bum.  "Anyway, don't answer now.  I check again tomorrow," she said,
and was gone.

   I had to admit she was definitely the sexiest woman...  girl... 
whatever...  that I'd ever seen.  She knew how to press all the right
buttons.  I wanted her.  I craved her.

   However, as soon as she left, the lack of sleep, the stress, the
frustration of the last twenty-four hours finally caught up with me.  I
went to wipe the sweat from my forehead, when I suddenly realized I had a
raging fever, and not just from her.  I must have caught the flu or
something.  I watched her run out onto the field to join the class, but my
fever just got worse.  I tried to stand, but I felt so weak.  I walked down
to the principal's office, and asked for the rest of the day off.  I must
have looked pretty pale because they agreed right away.  I went home, and
fell straight asleep.

   To be continued

   Don Gordon My web page: /~DonGordon/ My ftp site:
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