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 Year away in Japan 2: My student nurse by Don Gordon

   Summary: I'm a 23-year old American who's just finishing up a one-year
work stint in Japan as an English teacher in a small town on the coast not
far from Tokyo.  I was all set to go home, when suddenly one of my
students, a cute girl named Ai, gave me a little peek up her skirt.  I was
shocked to find she had no panties on.  I ended staying up the whole night
thinking about it.  The next day at school, she did it again, and asked me
to stay in Japan for another year.  As much as I would have liked to, my
girlfriend Elise was waiting for me back in the States.  Ai seemed to sense
my answer, but she asked me to think about it.  After she'd run off to
class, I broke out in a fever, and told the office I was going home.
The next morning, I woke up to hear a knock on my door.  I still felt
weak and drained, but my fever had gone down somewhat.  I kept quiet hoping

that whoever was knocking would go away.

   "Gohden-san!  Are you OK?  I bring you some food." It was Ai.  I dragged
myself out of bed and opened the door.

   "Shouldn't you be in school?" I asked, not really feeling up to dealing
with her.

   "I call Midori at school, but she say you are not there.  Probably
Saito-sensei teach your class."

   Mr.  Saito was a vice principal who didn't seem to know much English.

   "Oh."

   "Besides, I worried it's my fault you get sick."

   I looked at her.  She had this caring look in her eyes.  I stumbled back
to bed.

   "No, it's not your fault.  I don't think it's that serious, just a cold
maybe."

   She came in, and took off her shoes.

   "It look pretty serious.  It is first time you are sick all year."

   I blinked realizing that she was right.  I began wondering when she had
first started liking me.  We first met a year ago.  Maybe she wasn't as
much of a complete stranger as I had thought.

   "You eat breakfast?  Mou tabemashita ka?" (=Have you eaten?).

   "No, I just woke up."

   "OK, I make something for you.  What you like?  Okayu?" (Okayu is this
vile rice gruel mixture, sort of like baby's pablum.)

   "Ugh!  Anything but that.  There's some cereal in the cupboard."

   She found the cereal, a bowl and a spoon.  As she bent over to open my
small fridge, the hem of her mini-skirt rose, and her cute little ass came
into view.  Sure enough she was still "going commando." Not that I was
complaining, mind you.  She has the most exquisite ass, but for heavens'
sake, doesn't she even own any underwear?  As I sat there staring at her,
she turned to me, bum still in air, and told me solemnly,

   "You out of milk."

   It took a second for this to register, for I had begun thinking more
along the lines of how Ai herself would taste rather than the cereal.

   "OK, I go buy you some." She straightened up, but I could still see her
soft round buttocks cheeks peeking out from under the skirt.  How could she
walk around outside like this?  Surely people would notice.  Or does she
always slip out of her panties just before she sees me?  Either way she's
driving me crazy.  "But I can't go in my uniform."

   "Huhn?" I spluttered, picturing her walking to the store stark naked.

   "Class already start.  Can I borrow some of your clothes?"

   If she went out in her school uniform, she might get hauled in by some
overzealous parent or truancy officer for skipping class.

   "Oh.  Oh yeah sure.  Reminds me, I'd better phone the office.  My
clothes are in the closet.  Help yourself." I picked up the phone, and
started dialling while she rummaged around in my closet for something to
wear.  She was so small maybe 5 feet tall at most.  I'm over six.  It was
hard to imagine what I might have that would fit her.

   "Moshi moshi.  (Hello)"

   "Ah, hai.  Gohden desu.  Jitsu wa kyou mo honchoshi dewa nai node ... 
(=Hi, it's Don Gordon here.  I'm not feeling so well today, so...)"

   Ai picked out a navy blue t-shirt and a pair of purple tie-die shorts.
She set them down on the foot of my bed, and then unzipped the side of her
skirt, a big grin on her face.  I was trying to concentrate on the phone
conversation, but I was finding the sight of Ai giggling as she wiggled out
of her tight mini-skirt mighty distracting.  I started wondering what the
secretary would say if she knew I had one of our students there stripping
right in front of me.  Ai finally got the skirt past her wide hips, and her
tousled little triangle of black pubic hair popped into view.  I had to
adjust the front of my pj bottoms, as I felt my wang stiffening and growing
longer.  Lord, she's such a babe.  Suddenly, I realized my curtains were
wide open.

   "Gohden-san, Gohden-san.  Kiite imasu ka.  (=Mr.  Gordon, are you
listening?)," came the voice of the secretary on the phone.

   "Ah, gomen nasai.  Chotto ...  (=Sorry, no.)"

   Ai held her skirt in front of her to cover up her pussy, and walked over
to the window to look for signs of life.  She must have judged it safe,
because she set down the skirt, and standing there bottomless in full view
of the large picture window, proceeded to undo her scarf.  I covered the
mouth piece, and called out,

   "Jeezit, Ai!  Cut that out."

   She just looked at me with this amused look on her face as she pulled
her sailor collar over her head, followed by her white blouse.  Having
become fully naked though, her self-consciousness returned.  She held the
blouse in front of her, head down blushing under my gaze, but after
hesitating for a moment, set it down too to let me have a better look.  She
raised her arms to pull her long black hair back out of her eyes, her
precious little breasts rising as she did.  The pinkness of her skin, lit
up by the sunlight streaming in through my window, formed a sharp contrast
with the greyness of my room.  It was like the whole place had suddenly
brightened up just by her being there.

   "Gohden-san, daijoubu desu ka.  (=Are you OK, Mr.  Gordon?)," came the
secretary's voice.  There was something about the whole situation that I
found intensely arousing.  Talking with the secretary was just such a
normal thing to do, but at the same time I had Ai here not missing a single
chance to get naked in front of me.  Ai seemed to be enjoying it too as she
peered out from under her bangs smiling shyly.

   "Hai, daijoubu desu.  Sore ja, sou iu koto de (=Yes I'm OK.  Anyway,
that's mainly what I wanted to say so...)." I hung up the phone, and walked
over to where Ai was standing framed naked in the window.  She backed away
from the window, and I shut the curtain.

   "What are you doing?  What if someone sees you?" I yelled, finding it
hard to seem angry with my cock sticking straight up in the air.

   She tilted her head towards the window, and demurely smiled.

   "Nobody there."

   I peeked out, and luckily she seemed to be right.  Admittedly I didn't
see my neighbours much, but still to stand in the window naked like that...
this girl was too much.

   Ai shook her head to straighten her hair, causing her breasts to jiggle
back and forth as she did.  Christ, they were gorgeous.  I could almost
understand why she wanted to show them off.  They looked much bigger than
when she had her blouse on, and her pert little nipples were just the right
shade of pinkish red.  Hopelessly aroused now, but too tired to do anything
about it, I slumped back to bed.

   "At least, we're on the second floor this time," I sighed.

   She stood there quietly for a moment, but then came over and kneeled
down on the edge of the bed.  She leaned over me to open the window, her
breasts bouncing enticingly as she did.  Unable to control myself, I
reached up to touch them, but she just playfully slapped my hand.

   "We should better wait until you are well." She stuck her head out the
window so far I was sure that whoever was out there would see her gorgeous
little tits.  She pulled herself back in, and then turned her body to face
me to give me a better look.  "It is such a nice day out.  Maybe I should
just go like this." The way she tilted her hips emphasized her hourglass
figure.  She was perfect.

   However, all the excitement had set my fever raging again.  I shivered
and pulled the covers up closer but still not taking my eyes off of her. 
If only I felt better.  Ai, on the other hand, was enjoying herself too
much to stop there.  She stood up, and fetched her red scarf tying it
around her bare neck.  She picked up her backpack, and slid it on, her
luscious breasts bobbing up and down.  Still virtually naked, she walked
over to the entrance, and slipped into her shoes.  She stood there for a
moment, hand on the door handle perhaps trying to gather the courage to
open it.  She looked back.

   "Tonari no hito (=neighbours).  Are they home?"

   "I don't know," I said calmly.  I was pretty sure she was just teasing
me again, although it was very clearly a fantasy of hers.  I was too weak
to argue.  Seeing that I was not to be teased, she took off her shoes, and
came back.  Setting the backpack down, she picked up my t-shirt from the
bed, and pulled it over her head.  It was huge on her, going part way down
her thighs.  She laughed.

   "You are so big."

   I relaxed a bit, and laughed too.  Next, she put on my shorts.  She tied
them as tight as she could, but they still looked like they were going to
fall down.  As she was leaving, I closed my eyes, and drifted off into a
contented sleep.

   When I awoke, she had breakfast waiting for me on the low table in the
center of my room.  She'd bought some fresh fruit and bread as well.  I
slid out of bed onto the floor next to the table.  I looked at the clock.

   "Hey, it's ten o'clock.  Shouldn't you be getting to school?"

   "I phone my mom, and tell her I take care of grandfather."

   "I'm not that old."

   "I know.  You are 23."

   "How do you know that?"

   "I know many things."

   "Oh really.  Such as?"

   "Your girlfriend in America is name Elise, and she is reason you want to
go home."

   I looked at her amazed.  I didn't think I'd told anyone.

   "But I also know she doesn't take such good care of you as me."

   "How do you know that?"

   "She let you leave, but I am not let you leave." I looked at her, but
she just smiled calmly back.  I was beginning to wonder if I had perhaps
underestimated her, and the depth of her feeling for me.  She was always so
quiet in class.  I had no idea that she was this serious about me, this
determined.  For the first time, my feelings started to waver.

   "Well, I'm afraid my dear Miss Isobe that you have me at something of a
disadvantage because I fear I know almost nothing about you."

   "That not true.  You know many things about me.  What is my favorite
color?"

   I looked at her suspiciously.

   "Pink?"

   "That's right.  I write about it in my journal for your class.  You give
me good marks, so I know you read it.  What sport I play?"

   "Tennis, but that's not fair.  I've seen you carrying your racket."

   "Sure, that fair.  You just pretend you don't know me.  Who is my
favorite teacher?"

   "Me?"

   "Pinpon!  (=That's right).  Three out of three.  Perfect score."

   I finished off the juice she had poured for me, and she immediately
turned to the fridge to get me some more.  As she opened the fridge, she
went forward onto all fours showing off her bare bum yet again.

   "Hey, where'd my shorts go?"

   "Over there.  They fall off many times, so I take them off."

   "Outside?"

   "Nooo!  After I come back." She thought for a moment, and then tilted
her bum towards me, pulling the t-shirt up to give me a better look.  "If
you want, I can go out like this though," she said with this mischievous
gleam in her eye.

   I just sort of her stared at her for a while torn between the teacher in
me who would tell her not to and the man in me who wanted to see if she
would.

   "Is this Gohden-san's laundry?" she said pointing at my laundry basket.

   "Yes."

   "Where is your laundry machine?"

   "Outside in the backyard." I pointed out the window at it.  "But you're
not thinking of..."

   She started nosing around my kitchen, and soon found my detergent under
the sink.

   "Ai, wait!  My neighbours..." but she was already out the door.  I
crawled back up onto the bed, and out the window I could see her walking
along the steel gangway that leads to the stairs at the back of the yard.
The t-shirt rippled in the wind as she clunked down the stairs.  I wanted
to call her back, but was worried the neighbours would hear.  She's one of
my students, for heaven's sakes.  What would they think if they saw her?

   When she got to the machine, she looked back up at me.  She was
shivering quite noticeably.  She couldn't really have been wandering around
outside these last few days with no underwear on.  It was still pretty cool
out.  She quickly put my laundry in piece by piece.  She dropped one of my
socks on the ground.

   "Ototo!  (=Oops!)," she said in mock concern as she noticed it on the
ground.  She checked all around to make sure no one else was watching, and
then leaned forward to pick it up.  She put one hand on her t-shirt at the
back to hold it down, but it didn't make any difference.  The further down
she bent, the higher the hem rose till her cute little ass popped into view
again.  By the time she'd straightened up, her cheeks were red.  Even she
was embarrassed this time.  She reached between her legs, caught hold of
the hem at the back, and pulled it down, blushing even more as her fingers
brushed against her pussy.  She turned on the machine, but there was no
water.

   "You have to turn on the tap," I called out.

   She found it, turned it on, and started to come back up.

   "You have to turn the water off once it's full," I added.  She tiptoed
back to the machine looking more and more nervous about being out in the
open like that with no bottoms on for so long.  She kept pulling the hem
down to make sure she was covered, looking up at me for reassurance. 
Suddenly, we heard the sound of a door unlocking, and my downstairs
neighbor came out of his apartment, just by where she was standing.  She
spun around to face him, discreetly spreading her fingers across the hem of
the t-shirt to hold it down.  She bowed to him nervously.

   "Dare desu ka?  (=Who are you?)," he barked.  I called out,

   "Sukoshi tetsudatte moratte imasu.  (=She's helping me out)"

   "Ah.  Gohden-san, konnichi wa.  Issho da to wakaranakatta desu ne.  (=Oh
hi Mr.  Gordon.  I didn't know she was with you.)" He eyed her once more,
obviously interested by her outfit, but soon enough went on his way.  She
waited with bated breath till he was gone, and then ran back to the stairs,
but I yelled out,

   "The water, the water."

   She quickly turned, ran back, and hid under the stairs.  She was
bouncing up and down from one foot to the other, perhaps from the cold or
the shock of the close call she'd just had.  The tank filled up, so she
turned off the tap, and came bounding back up.

   "Abunakatta!  (=Dangerous) Suddenly he appear right behind me.  'Dare
desu ka.' My heart beating so fast." She took my hand, and placed it on her
chest.  "See?" I could feel her heartbeat alright, but more than that, I
couldn't help noticing the tender softness of her breasts.  I grinned, but
she blushed and broke away.  "Etchi!  (=You horny so-and-so)." She picked
up her bag, and rushed into the washroom.

   "What?  What's wrong?" I asked wondering if I'd made her angry.

   "I have to go now."

   "Where are you going?"

   "To see my grandfather.  He is OK, but I buy some food to give him." She
came out of washroom wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt.

   "I thought you said you didn't have any street clothes."

   "I want to try your clothes.  Anyway, I be back later.  What you want to
eat for lunch?"

   "There's probably some stuff in the fridge."

   She opened it, but apart from the things she'd bought there wasn't much.

   "You like soba?" (=buckwheat noodles)

   I wasn't sure what to do.  I felt guilty having her help me like this,
especially while I was still planning on going back to the U.S.  At the
same time, I felt too weak from the flu to go shopping myself.  Finally, I
told her,

   "OK, but at least let me give you some money."

   "That's OK.  I have some.  You rest and get better," she smiled at me,
and then left.

   I lay there thinking for a while.  I'd been absolutely crazy for her the
day before till I found out she wanted me to stay.  Now I didn't know what
to think.  I guess deep down inside, I'd always thought it wouldn't work
out between the two of us.  I mean her English was pretty good compared to
the other students, but she's so young.  I ought to get my head examined.
Eventually, I gave up worrying about it, and fell back asleep.

   A few hours later, I woke to hear her knocking again.  She'd brought
some soba, and immediately started making it.  I still felt groggy, but
perhaps a bit better.  She brought the soba over with some mountain
vegetables and dipping sauce, and set it on the table.  She sat down on the
floor, and just watched while I ate.

   "How you think?"

   "It's good."

   "My mom show me how.  She's good cook."

   I looked down at her legs.  She was still in her blue jeans.

   "What?"

   "Oh ...  uh, I'm just not used to seeing you in pants; that's all."

   "Oh I know.  You don't like me to wear g-pan (=jeans).  You like me
nopan."

   "Nopan?"

   "No pants, uh, panties.  No panties."

   I broke into a coughing fit, and almost choked on my noodles.

   "Are you OK?" she asked, coming over and patting me on the back.

   "Sorry, I'm OK."

   "See, I told you." She leaned over, elbows on the table, and peered up
at me with her big black eyes.  I avoided her gaze.  "In Japanese, we call
you muttsuri sukebei." I raised an eyebrow without looking at her.  "You
like sex, but don't show.  Muttsuri sukebei."

   I broke out coughing again.  I'd been doing such a good job of keeping
my hormones in check since I arrived in Japan.  I hadn't hit on any of the
female teachers and certainly not my students.  It might seem a bit
old-fashioned, but I figured Miura was a small town, and I didn't want to
do anything that would ruin things for me at work.  Also, in the back of
mind, there was always Elise.

   Ai was watching me carefully, almost as if she knew what I was thinking.
Suddenly, she stood up.

   "Oh, I go get your clothes.  Where you hang wet clothes?"

   "I usually just use the dryer in the courtyard."

   "No, that no good.  Clothes get damage.  You no have place to hang
clothes?"

   "On the roof I guess."

   I explained how to get there, and she was off.  I started thinking how
responsible she seemed, not like some of my other students who were perhaps
a bit spoiled.  She came back, and then left to visit her grandfather
again.

   "I'll be back," she said cheerfully.

   Stay tuned for part three

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