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 Toga Party

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
know more about my friends and me, drop by my home page at:
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   This happened a while back.  It was kind of a weird time in my life. 
I'd been going out with my boyfriend Ryosuke for a while, and I was still
getting used to his interest in the...  um, well...  the outdoors I guess.
We ended up doing some pretty crazy things.

   Anyway, my best friend Satomi lives in a dorm on campus.  I've always
been a bit jealous, because there is always so much going on down there. 
She jokes that she'd rather switch places with me because she says it's so
noisy all the time it's hard to study.  Probably she's right that I'd never
get any studying done if I moved there.  Still, it does look like fun, and
I always like going down to visit her to see what's going on.

   One of the most interesting events they have is their toga party.  I'm
pretty sure we don't have those in Japan.  This was way back in the autumn
of my freshman year.  I dropped by at Satomi's dorm, and saw the ad up on
the wall for the toga party.  As usual, she didn't want to go, but I kept
asking her about it, and eventually, she agreed to come with me.  I had
supper with her in the dorm dining hall, and met Josh, one of the upper
year students in her house.  We asked him how we were supposed to make our
togas.  Apparently, you can buy toga costumes, but from what he was saying,
most people just made one out of a bed sheet.  Satomi asked how it stays
on, but he just kept cracking jokes, saying things like "will power" and
"saliva." That was no help at all.

   Anyway, after supper, we went back to Satomi's room.  Satomi had got
some fresh sheets for both of us from the laundry.  We worked on Satomi's
first, hanging the sheet over her right shoulder, and then pulling it under
her left arm and fastening it with a safety pin, so it would cover up her
left breast.  No matter what we did, her bra strap would show, so we ended
up hanging another sheet over her left shoulder and pinning it under her
right arm.  She tied her hair back, and got some flowers to put in her
hair. She looked quite regal, like Queen Hera or Athena of the Greek gods -
well, maybe not exactly, but that's the look we were aiming for.

   For mine, we only had one sheet left, so we couldn't really make one
like hers.  We couldn't borrow a sheet either because everyone else was
using theirs too.  Another problem was we'd run out of safety pins.  All I
had was a few bobby pins in my purse.  We tried all kinds of different
things, but it was getting late, and the party was already starting.  I was
anxious to get to the party, so I finally just took off my bra, and
fastened the sheet under my left arm with a bobby pin.  My right shoulder
was completely bare, and you could see the top of the slope of my breast.
Satomi was wearing a skirt under her toga, but I decided to take off my
jeans, so I'd look more authentic.  I pulled my hair back with an elastic
to get that 'Roman' look.

   When we went out into the hall, I could feel the breeze blowing on my
bare breasts under my toga.  Josh and some of Satomi's other dorm mates
came over, and said we looked great.  I felt kind of silly, but also a bit
excited I guess.  It did feel like something special was going on.

   The main party was in the auditorium in the basement.  We went down, and
got some punch, and stood at the edge of the dance floor watching everyone
dance.  I didn't really know anyone besides Satomi and Josh, but some guys
came over, and asked us to dance.  I had to be careful, because if I moved
around too much, my toga would come open, exposing my breasts.  It was
pretty dark in the auditorium, but even so, I didn't want to make a
spectacle of myself.

   The guys we were dancing with were really friendly, and they kept
suggesting we go for a walk with them.  I was feeling a bit guilty because
I hadn't even invited Ryosuke to come.  I decided to give him a call, so
Satomi and I excused ourselves, and went back to her room.  Ryosuke was out
with Kenta and them playing pool not too far from campus.  He said he'd
drop by a bit later.  He wanted to see my toga.

   "Are you wearing any underwear?" he asked out of the blue.  I looked at
Satomi not wanting her to hear my answer.  To give us some privacy, she got
up, and went out into the hall.  I told him,

   "I have on my panties, but I took off my bra."

   "Whoa!  Maybe I should run right over."

   I giggled.

   "Emi, take off your panties too."

   "What?"

   "The toga is covering everything anyway, isn't it?"

   "Yes, but..."

   "Promise me you'll do it.  I want you to be in the right mood when I
show up."

   I glanced out Satomi's door to see if anyone was watching.  It looked
like no one was there, so I slipped a hand under my toga, and gently
brushed against my nipples.  I was already pretty excited from running
around like this all night.

   "Ryosuke, I don't think..."

   "Oh, say you'll do it."

   "I...  uh..." I looked out the door again wondering where Satomi had
disappeared to.  I wasn't keen, but I didn't want to disappoint Ryosuke.  I
pulled the cell phone closer to my mouth, and whispered,

   "Are you sure this is a good idea?  There are a lot of people out there,
and I'll be naked under the toga."

   "That'll be the fun part.  No one has to find out."

   I wasn't so sure.  I guess as long as I was careful, it would be OK. 
Eventually, I got up the nerve.  I stuck my thumbs in the waistband of my
panties, and yanked them down and off.  I stuffed them in my purse, and
quickly straightened my toga.  My hello kitty was tingling like crazy.

   "Anyway, I did it.  Hurry up, and come.  I may need a bodyguard."

   "OK, I'll be there as soon as I can.  Take your cell phone with you."

   "OK.  See you soon." I pulled my purse on over my head, and put the cell
phone away.  I fixed my toga again, and then slowly walked over to the
door. I could really feel the breeze between my legs now.  It was getting
me all excited.  Satomi was just outside talking to two of her dorm mates.

   "Oh, Emi, this is Kevin, and this is Hector.  They're freshmen too."

   "Nice to meet you, Emi." Kevin was a Chinese American, and Hector was
Hispanic, Columbian I think he said.  They seemed nice enough, kind of shy,
not like the boys we'd been talking to earlier.  Hector was heavyset, and
looked vaguely Roman in his toga, but he had these big thick grey socks on
under his sandals that kind of ruined the effect.  He was good-natured
about his lack of fashion sense.

   They told us a bit about the Profs in the courses they were taking. 
Kevin's parents wanted him to go into medicine, but he wanted to be a
writer.  They were both so funny I almost managed to forget that I was
naked under my toga.

   "I'm getting hungry," Hector mused.  "Want to go grab a pizza?" Satomi
looked at me.  She clearly wanted to go with them.  It wasn't like she had
a crush on Hector or anything.  It was just that they seemed a lot less
threatening than some of the other guys we'd been talking to.  I didn't
want to go far dressed like this, but they headed off, waving for me to
follow.  Once we were outside, I started shivering, more from the
excitement than the cold.

   "What's wrong?" Satomi asked.

   "Nothing," I winced, not wanting to tell her.

   The pizza place was three blocks from the dorm, but we had to cross this
big road.  It felt like my toga was coming loose.  I dashed across the road
and into the pizzeria.  The two Chinese guys behind the counter looked up,
eyes wide when they caught sight of me.  When I looked down to see what
they were looking at, I realized that my toga had fallen open, exposing the
curve of my bare behind.  I pulled it back around, but I think they might
have figured out that I was naked underneath.  They didn't say anything,
but they kept glancing over at me, even after we sat down.  What's taking
Ryosuke so long?  Maybe I should call him.  I got up, and ducked out onto
the street to call.  Ryosuke said he was on his way.

   I went back in, and sat down, trying to stay covered this time.  Kevin
and Hector were looking at the photographs on the walls.  They seemed to be
of the other students who'd eaten here over the years.

   "I wonder if they'll take a picture of us," Hector smiled.  One of the
Chinese guys must have overheard, because when he came out with our pizza,
he said,

   "Sure if you'd like." He was smiling directly at me.  He set down the
pizza, and his friend came out with one of those instant cameras.  I tried
to fix my toga, but you could still see my thighs.

   The store manager, Kennedy his name was, got in the picture too, putting
his arms around Satomi and me.  I felt so nervous.  The other guy Clint
took a whole bunch of pictures, one for each of us.  Just before the last
shot, I shifted in my seat, and my toga fell open exposing my hip and tummy
all the way up.  I didn't notice until the picture came out.  You could
tell I was naked.  Before I could stop him, Kennedy took that one, and
tacked it up on their bulletin board.  Why did he have to choose that one?
Now everyone who comes here will wonder why I was running around without
any undies on.

   Eventually, Ryosuke showed up.  We introduced Kevin and Hector, and they
offered him a slice of pizza.  Kennedy and Clint kept joining in our
conversation, and they even offered us free pop.

   "What's this for?" Ryosuke asked.

   "For being such good customers," Kennedy smiled looking straight at me.
I managed a weak smile in return, but I felt pretty embarrassed.  I got up
to go to the washroom, half intending to pull my panties back on, but when
Kennedy pointed the way, he said to me,

   "That's quite a toga you have there.  Probably not many girls have the
nerve to wear something like that."

   I nodded, embarrassed, but that got me thinking.  Maybe what I was doing
wasn't so bad after all.  He didn't seem to take it in a bad way anyway. 
If my parents had seen me, they would have freaked, but perhaps things were
different here in Oceanview.  It was a university town after all.  Maybe
people aren't so uptight here.

   Anyway, I decided to stay dressed like this, and went back out.  We
finished eating, thanked Kennedy and Clint, and headed back.  I wanted to
go straight to the dorm, so I could get back dressed, but Ryosuke wanted to
go for a walk.  He said goodbye to Satomi and them, and dragged me off down
the street.  I felt even more nervous just the two of us alone.  He led me
around to the back of the library and down into the loading dock area.  It
was late, so the library was closed, but I was still pretty nervous.  There
might be security guards nearby.

   I stood there breathing kind of heavily as Ryosuke came closer.  I was a
bit afraid, because I wasn't sure what he was going to do.  He pulled on my
toga at the collar till my left breast popped out.

   "Hey!  Cut that out," I warned him softly.  We were right near the
street.

   "It's OK.  No one can see."

   There are a couple of big houses just behind the library.  I think they
are used as restaurants mostly, but for all we knew, someone might be
there. The lights were out.  Ryosuke didn't seem to care if anyone saw us.
He leaned forward, and licked my nipple, sending shivers up my spine.

   "Ryosuke, this is the middle of campus."

   "OK.  I'll be good.  I just want to take a look at you."

   He lifted up my toga taking a peek at my bare bottom.  I pulled my legs
together, covering my mouth from the excitement.  We'd fooled around in the
university garden once before that, but this was more out in the open.  I
looked around trying to tell if anyone was walking by.  Ryosuke lifted up
the front peeking at my pussy.  I turned away from the street to hide, but
I was getting more and more excited.  Ryosuke found the bobby pins, and
pulled them undone.  The toga unraveled, and was hanging completely open at
the sides.  I put my arms around him trying to hide my naked body.  He slid
his hands in from the side, and grabbed my buttocks pulling me into him. 
He started kissing me, all excited now.

   I was hoping that after that, he'd let me do my toga back up, but
instead, he gently slid it off my shoulder, pulling it right off my body.
Suddenly, I was standing there naked not so far from the street.  My senses
were on fire.

   "Oh, c'mon Ryosuke.  Give that back." I squatted down trying to hide my
nakedness.  Ryosuke flashed me this naughty grin.

   "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

   "I am not!  Hurry up, and give me back my toga!  What if someone comes?"

   He finally gave in, came closer, and wrapped the sheet around my
shoulders.  I was shivering like crazy, and it took us forever to get the
toga done back up.  After that, we hurried back to Satomi's dorm, and
Ryosuke let me get dressed.  That was just the craziest thing me standing
naked there behind the library.  Sometimes when I walk past, I still
remember that night.

   That winter I was a good girl mostly.  I'd drop by at Satomi's dorm
every once in a while, and Hector kept inviting us for pizza.  Kennedy and
Clint's faces would brighten up whenever I walked in.  They didn't even
seem to mind that I dressed in jeans most of the time.  Every time we went
in though, they would usually come out from behind the counter, and
compliment me on what I was wearing.  They did seem to take a lot of
interest in my body, but they were so funny I wasn't offended at all.

   That next spring, I started taking low impact aerobics at the athletic
center.  I guess I heard about it when I was swimming there one time, and
thought I'd try it just to see what it was like.  There was one other
Japanese girl in the class, Yuko.  She was a few years older than me, and
worked as a teaching assistant for the university.  She was really into
aerobics, and had this really high leg leotard, which at first I thought
looked a bit indecent.  She said she liked it because it was easier to move
in.  There weren't any guys in our class, so I guess it didn't matter.  I'd
just been dressing in a track outfit, but after a few lessons, I decided to
buy a leotard too.  Yuko took me to the shop where she got hers.

   The first time I wore mine, I felt a bit self-conscious because it just
barely covered my pubic hair at the front, and dug pretty deep into the
crack of my bottom at the back.  Once we started doing the aerobics though,
I realized that Yuko was right, and it was easier to move in.

   Sometimes after lunch, we'd go out for lunch.  Yuko liked more upscale
restaurants, so a lot of the time, we'd eat in this trendy sandwich and
salad place across the way.  One time, she was really hungry after class,
so we decided to just rush out without even bothering to get changed.  We
walked out to the street, and she said she wanted something fast, so I
suggested we go to Kennedy's pizzeria.

   You should have seen the look on their faces when we walked in.  Yuko is
pretty good-looking I guess, but more than that, they couldn't get over our
leotards.  They came out to look, and they just kept going on and on about
how sexy we looked.  Yuko was surprised I knew them so well, but she was
clearly flattered by all the fuss they were making over us.  They treated
us to free drinks, and insisted on taking a picture with us.  When we left,
the two of them came out to watch as we walked back across to the fitness
center.  Yuko giggled, and joked that we should dress like this more often.

   Soon after that, the school year ended, and I went back to Japan for a
few weeks.  Ryosuke and I had been talking about swimming a lot, so while I
was home, I bought a new red and white bikini that ties at the side and
back.  When I came back, I still saw Yuko on and off, but I decided not to
enroll for the next aerobics class, and started swimming again more.  That
was a hot summer, and I guess that was around the time I went to the nude
beach for the first time, so I was in kind of a funny mood.

   One Sunday morning, I headed down to the fitness center, and went
swimming.  There aren't usually many people on campus in the summer, so I
had the pool to myself.  Usually, there is a lifeguard around somewhere,
but I don't think I saw him that morning.

   After a while, I started getting hungry, and I remembered Kennedy's
pizzeria.  Actually from the pool, you can see out onto the street where
the pizzeria is across the intersection.  I got up on the deck, and looked
out that way.  I wonder if Kennedy and Clint are there today.  I couldn't
see them, but the store seemed to be open, so they were probably inside.  I
looked down at my new bikini.  I'm sure they'd get a big kick out of seeing
it.  I went, had a quick shower, toweled off, and then pulled on my shoes
and my white hoodie.

   I felt a bit self-conscious walking past the desk clerk in my skimpy
bikini bottoms, but he didn't look up.  I hurried along the busy street
with all these cars driving by.  Most people were going too fast to notice,
but a couple of drivers slowed down to get a better look at me.  I felt
really self-conscious standing at the lights.  The light finally changed,
and I dashed across and into the small pizza shop.  There wasn't anyone at
the counter, so I called out,

   "Yaho!"

   Kennedy and Clint soon appeared from behind the curtain.

   "Emi!  It's you.  What a surprise!" As usual, they came out from behind
the counter to check out my outfit.  "Wow!  A bikini!  And it's all wet! 
Were you swimming?"

   "Yeah, at the fitness center across the street."

   "I haven't been swimming for ages.  Maybe we should close shop, and come
join you."

   I laughed.  Kennedy bent over, and took hold of one of the side ties on
my bikini.

   "Are these real?" he asked, curious.  I lifted up the hem of my hoodie
to show him.  "May I?" he asked.  I looked at him, a bit puzzled, at first
not realizing what he was asking.  He slowly pulled on the end, until the
bow suddenly came undone.  I grabbed the front before it fell, but the back
dropped down, exposing my behind.  I gasped, shocked to have lost my
bottoms so quickly.  Both of them stood there gawking at me, kind of
shocked themselves.  I reached around trying to grab the back, but it had
already fallen half way down my thigh.  I couldn't reach it without bending
over.  I shuffled around the end of their counter.

   "Can I go back here?" I asked, my face all hot from the embarrassment.

   "Oh, I'm so sorry," Kennedy apologized.  He seemed pretty sincere.  "I
didn't think it was a real bow."

   The two of them were leering down at my bare behind.  Just then another
customer came in, so I scurried into the kitchen behind the curtain.  The
man who came in evidently caught a glimpse of my bare backside.  Kennedy
came in after me, and I got so flustered I lost my grip on my bottoms, and
they dropped to the floor.  Kennedy came around in front of me to look at
my pussy.  It was tingling like crazy.

   "Can I use your washroom?"

   "Yeah, sure.  Go ahead."

   I bent over, and picked up my bottoms.  I immediately regretted having
done this, but by then, I was so excited I wasn't thinking straight.  I
finally made it to the washroom, and tied my bikini bottoms back on.  I
came back out feeling really foolish.  Kennedy felt bad too for what he had
done.  He treated me to a slice of pizza and a drink on the house.  I felt
kind of weird about the whole thing, but anyway, I was glad they didn't
freak out or anything.

   Time passed, and I finally managed to calm back down again.  Kennedy had
asked, and I hadn't said "no" or anything.  Also now that it was over, I
was starting to find the whole thing kind of funny.  Can you imagine me
going in there and flashing them out of the blue?  It had been kind of
exciting.

   A few weekends later, I went swimming again, and I couldn't stop
thinking about that day.  Kennedy and Clint always looked so delighted
every time I pulled a stunt like that.  I started wondering if I should do
it again.  I mulled it over, and then when it got near lunchtime, I got
out, and had a shower, stripping out of my swimsuit.  I'd brought a fairly
long t-shirt with me that day.  I wonder if I can just zip across in my
t-shirt, buy something, and come right back.  That would be wild!  I pulled
the t-shirt on over my naked body, and checked how I looked in the mirror.
It seemed to be long enough to cover everything.  I pulled on my sandals,
slung my purse over my shoulder, and headed out.

   Outside, it turned out to be a lot windier than I expected.  I held down
the hem as best I could, but a couple of times the breeze caught it.  I
made it across the street all right, but I was starting to get really
excited.  Kennedy was right there standing in the doorway with a big smile
on his face.

   "What?" I asked.

   "No, I'm just happy to see you.  You look great.  Were you swimming
again?"

   "Yeah."

   We walked into the store together.

   "Clint!  Emi's here!" Kennedy yelled into the back.  Clint appeared from
behind the curtain, wiping his hands and smiling.

   "Wow!  A t-shirt!  What kind of bathing suit do you have on?"

   I suddenly felt hot, embarrassed by his question.  I'd known the two of
them for a while now, but I couldn't just lift up my t-shirt, and flash
them.  Could I?

   "Here, can we go in the back?" I asked feeling nervous standing in the
window.

   "Sure," Kennedy nodded.  Clint backed into the kitchen, and Kennedy and
I followed him in.  The two of them stood there looking at me expectantly.
Did they suspect?  It was hard to tell.  I just stood there for the longest
time shifting from one foot to the other.

   "Well?" Kennedy said.  They were obviously really anxious to see.  I
didn't think I could get up the nerve though.

   "Could I get a deluxe slice and a mineral water?"

   "Oh, c'mon Emi.  Don't keep us in suspense."

   "What would you say if I told you...?" I thought of telling them, but
then I realized I probably shouldn't even do that.  Honestly!  What was I
thinking when I came out here?  I felt so nervous and excited I didn't know
what to do.

   "OK, you have to promise that you'll never tell anybody."

   "Of course not.  You know us."

   "And promise you won't try anything weird."

   Kennedy crossed his heart, and then held two fingers up in the air,
solemnly swearing.  Clint followed suit.

   "And I want you to know that I'm just doing this because it's you guys."

   "Emi, for heaven's sake, get on with it.  The suspense is killing me,"
Kennedy whined.  I wiped my forehead, and took a deep breath.  It was
really so hot out that day, and I guess that was one of the things that had
put me in such a strange mood.

   "OK," I said still trying to get up my nerve.  I couldn't do it though.
It just seemed too weird.  "Oh, what am I doing?  Maybe I should just go."

   "Emi, relax.  It's just us.  We won't make fun or anything, but we both
really want to see your bathing suit," Kennedy assured me.  Clint nodded
eagerly.

   "OK, but don't say I didn't warn you." I reached down, and pulled the
hem up just for a split second showing them my pussy.  It was tingling like
crazy by then.  I was just so excited.

   "Wooowww!" Clint exclaimed.

   "Wha- wha- what?  I didn't see.  Do it again," Kennedy insisted, all
excited now.  I was so turned on by then I could have done anything I
swear. I pulled the hem back up, and showed them my pussy.  I could feel
myself getting all wet.  I couldn't believe I'd actually got up the nerve.
Kennedy just stood there dumbstruck for the longest time, and then let out
this great whoop.

   "Oh, man!" he went down on his knees, clasping his hands to pray. 
"Thank you, lord, thank you!  How I've dreamed of this day!" Clint threw
his arms up in the air, twirled around and then looked again, grinning from
ear to ear.  I was getting so turned on I lifted up my t-shirt more, and
turned to show them by bare bottom.  I felt so giddy I broke out laughing.
They fell to the floor, and started bowing low touching their foreheads to
the ground like I was some kind of goddess.  We heard someone come in out
front, so I quickly pushed my t-shirt back down, and flattened it out.

   "Oh, don't do that," Kennedy whimpered.

   "No.  I'd better go."

   "No, no, stay.  We'll cook you some pizza.  Whatever you want.  Just
don't go."

   I was so nervous I was shaking, but I finally nodded.  Kennedy pulled
over a high stool for me to sit on, while Clint went out to get the other
guy's order.

   "Aw jeez, Emi," Kennedy went on, taking off his glasses and wiping his
forehead.  "I can't believe it.  Even the day we first saw you in that
toga. Do you always go around like that?"

   I climbed up onto the stool, and sat down, but I almost lost my balance,
and accidentally spread my legs flashing him my pussy again.

   "Whoa!" he yelped.  I felt so embarrassed.  I felt so much like I wanted
to have sex.  Not with Kennedy mind you.  It's hard to explain.  I was just
getting off so much on flashing them for some reason.  Clint came back in
with the order.

   "Are you wearing your bikini top underneath that?" he asked.

   "No," I answered truthfully.

   "Can you show us?"

   I pull the t-shirt way up this time, showing them both my pussy and
breasts.  I was breathing so heavily my breasts rose, and fell in time.

   "Oh, man.  You've got such a perfect body."

   "Keep your voice down."

   "Emi, just take the shirt right off."

   I looked at him, shocked.

   "Does anyone come back here?"

   "Just us."

   I thought about it for a moment, and then pulled the t-shirt off up over
my head.  It felt so amazing to be sitting here stark naked in their
kitchen.  I set my t-shirt down on the counter, and got up off the stool. I
just couldn't get over the incredible feeling of being here naked with them
watching.  I started walking around exploring while the two of them stood
there gawking.  It was a pretty weird feeling roaming around naked in front
of them.  I was pretty sure I could trust them though.  They'd always been
gentlemen.

   "What's back here?" I asked.

   "That's just the back door."

   I opened it a crack, and peeked out.  There was a laneway, and down at
the end I could see the main street with all these cars going by.  I
suddenly realized where I was and what a crazy thing it was I was doing.  I
rushed back in, and looked for my t-shirt.

   "I'd better go," I said, my sense of modesty returning.

   "Your pizza's almost ready.  Just sit down, and relax."

   Relax?  Ha.  That's a joke.  I don't think I'd ever been so charged up.
I couldn't take the tension though.  I ended up pulling my t-shirt back on,
and sat down on the stool, staring at the floor.  Clint brought me over a
mineral water.

   "Are you OK?"

   "No, I'm fine.  I'm sorry.  I don't know what got into me there."

   "Don't apologize.  You've got a beautiful body.  You could be in one of
those magazines you know or the movies."

   I laughed at the thought: me a movie star.

   Kennedy finally brought my pizza.  The two of them kept hovering around
me.  I could tell they were still excited.  It looked like they were
gearing up to ask me out, but they couldn't quite get up the nerve. 
Luckily, I managed to thank them, and escape before they got all serious on
me.  That was a really close call though.  I guess I shouldn't have teased
them like that.  I like them though.  I honestly do.

   Anyway, after that, I managed to settle down again for a while.  I still
go to that pizza shop every now and then, and as far as I know, they
haven't told anyone.  They are still really good friends.

   Well, I guess that's all for now.  I'll try to write again soon.

   Emi Tsuruta
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