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 ï>¿Sleepovers in Japan

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
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   When my sister Norika came to visit me in Oceanview, I found out that
she didn't like to wear nighties to bed.  She didn't bring any with her,
and even though I live with an American family with a teenage son, she
didn't seem keen on putting one on.  Up until then, I'd only very rarely
slept in the nude, but the next summer when I went back to Japan, this
custom of hers was on my mind.  It was really hot out, and to tell you the
truth, I don't like wearing nighties much myself.  Almost from the first
night, I slept naked with all my windows open, but the door shut, so my mom
and dad wouldn't see.

   That first morning, I heard my mom rattling around in the kitchen
downstairs, so I wrapped a towel around me, grabbed a t-shirt, and nipped
down to have a quick shower.  When I was done, I toweled off, pulled the
t-shirt on, and started doing my make-up in the mirror just outside our
bath.  My dad was getting ready too, so soon, he opened the door, and
looked in on me.  His eyes shot down to my bare behind, which wasn't quite
covered by the short t-shirt I was wearing.  At first, he didn't say
anything, so I just ignored him, while I put on some strawberry lip gloss.
He had a funny look on his face though, clearly quite fascinated by my
bottom.

   "You should get dressed," he finally said.  He was trying to come across
as all stern and disapproving, but I think that was just to cover up his
excitement.  I could see the hint of a smile on his lips as he looked me
over.  Most guys seem to like my bottom, and it appeared that my dad did
too.

   "You've seen me naked before," I noted.  When I was young, we used to
bathe together.  That's just how people do things in Japan.

   "Not lately," he frowned, pushing his glasses back.  My dad is usually
so serious, but here he was ogling me like some kind of schoolboy.

   "What about you?" I countered.  "I had the door closed until you barged
in." I wasn't angry really, but it made no sense to blame me for being
naked.  This little room was the change area for our bath.  I peered back
at him, pretending to be annoyed, but actually I was kind of getting a kick
out of this.  I know it's just my dad, but it was kind of fun seeing his
reaction.

   "Where are you going all made up like that?" he asked, trying to sound
more fatherly.

   "I'm going to Tokyo to see a friend." I was actually going to see my
boyfriend, Ryosuke, but I didn't want to tell him that.  My dad continued
to peer down at my tush.

   "How do I look?" I asked, turning toward him.  I was actually asking
about my make-up, but instead, he peered down at my still wet pubic hair.
Covering my pussy, I slapped his shoulder.

   "Daddy!" I squealed, all embarrassed now.

   "You look fine.  You've grown into a beautiful young woman," he replied
more gently.  I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and he blushed.  "But
whatever you do, don't let your mother see you like this.  She wouldn't
like it."

   I stuck my lips out in a pout.  It was true that my mom doesn't like it
when I run around naked.  From the sound of it, she was probably right next
door in the kitchen.

   "Yes daddy," I nodded obediently.  I knew he was hinting that I should
get dressed, but I didn't want to yet.  I think he was enjoying it too, but
was worried that mom would come, and find us.  He placed his hand on the
small of my back, motioning for me to clear out.  I snuggled up to his
chest, peering up at him with puppy dog eyes, but he just frowned his
disapproval.  Finally, I slid past him, but hesitated before going out into
the hall.  It was kind of fun teasing my dad, but I didn't want to upset my
mom.  The coast seemed clear, so I dashed out, and up the stairs before my
mom saw.

   I got dressed, and headed up to Tokyo to go shopping with Ryosuke.  We
wandered around Shibuya and Harajuku seeing what all had changed since last
I was here.  We had supper together, but we were both pretty jet-lagged, so
we ended up saying good night, and heading back to our own homes.  That
night, I slept in the buff again.

   The next morning when I woke up, I could hear my mom downstairs fixing
breakfast.  I wanted to check my email, so I pulled on a t-shirt, and
scooted over to the den, where Dad keeps his computer.  Ryosuke wasn't on
messenger, so I signed into my email.  Soon, from behind me, I heard an,

   "Oh!" of surprise.  It was my dad again.  I don't know why he seemed so
shocked to see me bottomless.  I fingered my butt cheeks confirming that he
could see them below the short hem of my t-shirt.

   "I was just checking my mail," I explained, all hot now.  He came in
looking at the computer screen, trying to see whom I was writing to.  I
covered the screen with my hands, so he shifted his gaze to my pussy.

   "You don't run around naked in California, I hope," he coughed.  I
placed a hand between my legs, covering up, worried that I'd upset him.

   "No," I answered uncertainly.  Brandon, the son in my host family had
caught me naked a few times, but I was pretty sure he hadn't told his mom.
I pulled my legs together, but I was getting all excited again.

   "I know you are a young lady now, and going through changes, but you
should be careful.  You never know who may be watching."

   I nodded gravely.  I know he's just trying to raise me right, but he
would have been more convincing if he didn't keep glancing down at my
pussy.

   "Do you want to use the computer?" I asked trying to change the subject.

   "No, go ahead.  Finish your mail." He checked the hall to make sure that
mom wasn't coming, but then turned back to stare at my bottom some more.  I
peered back at him, embarrassed.  I guess I should stop teasing him.  This
was getting too weird even for me.

   "That's OK.  I can do it later." I logged out, and stood up offering him
the chair.  He looked down at my pussy.

   "You look like your mom did when she was younger," he mused.

   "Daddy!" I squealed slapping him on the shoulder as I slid past.  I
rushed back to my room, and pulled on some shorts.  I felt kind of bad
about it, but at least, he hadn't freaked out completely.

   Soon after that, I got talking to Miori, the girl who I met at a Shinto
festival a year or two before.  I'd only seen her a few times at that
point, but we'd been writing back and forth.  She liked my stories of
California so much that lately she'd been talking about coming to the
States herself.  I'd been to her house in eastern Tokyo - her dad runs a
kimono shop - but she'd never been here to see us in Kamakura, so I invited
her to come sleep over.

   Dad and I picked Miori up at the station.  She seemed happy to see me,
giving me a big hug.  In the car, she jabbered away asking all kinds of
questions about the States.  Dad didn't say much, but he peered over at
her, amused by her girlish bubbliness.

   After supper, my family all disappeared off to other rooms, leaving
Miori and I to talk.  She had stories she wanted to tell me, but they were
too risquÃ(C) to talk about with my family around.  We talked about safer
topics, and eventually, my mom came to tell us the bath was ready.  Miori
followed me into the bath area, and kept gabbing away as we got undressed.
When I first met her, she seemed quite a shy girl, but now she'd grown into
a vivacious young woman, quite sure of herself and her appeal.  She looked
down at my naked body with this twinkle in her eye, almost as if she were a
boy checking me out.

   Soon, I realized we needed some fresh washcloths and towels.  I called
for my mom, but Dad shouted back that she'd gone upstairs.  Perhaps a bit
infected by Miori's giddiness, I quickly dashed out - still naked - into
the dining room to fetch the towels myself.  Dad was in the next room
watching TV, but he saw me through the open door.  Miori, not realizing my
dad was right there, came out to the door to the dining room, standing
there - naked!  - right where Dad could see her.  Only slowly did she
realize that he was staring right at her, amazed to see her naked.

   Miori is well developed for her age.  She's thinner than I am and more
petit, but her breasts bulge out quite noticeably above her rib cage. 
She's got creamy white skin, and she keeps her lustrous black pubic hair
neatly trimmed.  My dad's eyes were bugging way out.  I guess that's the
first time he ever saw one of my friends naked.

   Miori finally realized he was right there, and cried out,

   "Ohmigod!" She backed away from the door, shocked.  I grabbed two
towels, and came back, shooting my dad a dirty look.  I swear he had sat
straight up, craning his head trying to get another look at Miori.

   "Sorry," she bowed.  "I didn't realize.  I mean I thought..."

   "That's OK.  It was my fault.  I should have warned you."

   Miori was blushing bright red.  I guess it never occurred to her that I
would run around naked in front of my dad.  I don't usually, but as I said,
lately, he'd caught me bottomless a couple of times, so it didn't seem like
such a big deal.

   I tried to reassure Miori, calm her down, but Dad came over to the door
to look in on us.  I tried to block his view of Miori, and get him to leave
us alone, but I guess we'd got him all excited.  Miori was crying out,

   "Hey!  Don't look!" panicking.  I grabbed her by the wrist, and got her
to go into the makeup nook, away from my dad's prying eyes.  I thought for
a moment that Dad might follow us in, but I guess he was worried Miori's
cries would bring my mom, so he finally let us be.

   Miori was babbling, hysterical, almost crying.  I felt bad of course,
but honestly, I thought that she might be overreacting.  I mean if she
didn't want him to see her naked, she shouldn't have come out to the dining
room in the first place.  We both heard him answer when I called for my
mom. She should have known he was right there.

   Eventually, she calmed back down, and we had our bath.  We dried off,
changed into our nighties, and scooted upstairs.  I was going to lay out a
futon on the floor for her, but Miori asked if she could share my bed.  I
said alright, and she crawled in next to me.  We stayed up late, talking
about all kinds of things.  Miori told me about Keisuke, my boyfriend's
younger brother who happens to be her classmate.  He sounded kind of shyer
than I expected.  I guess he is still young.  I teased her a bit that maybe
he liked her, but she just laughed.  Anyway, it sounded like they weren't
really at that stage yet.  That would be kind of funny if Miori and I ended
up dating brothers.  We could get together, and compare notes.

   The next morning, Miori and I got up, and had breakfast with my mom, dad
and Norika.  Dad was trying not to grin.  Miori still seemed embarrassed,
avoiding his gaze.  I was glad they didn't tell Mom.  She would freak for
sure.

   Not long after that one of my closest friends, Michiyo, invited me over
to her house.  Michiyo and I were besties in high school.  Meeting her
reminds me of that time.  She was the same as ever.  She is a cute girl,
but much shyer than Miori.  A lot of guys liked Michiyo in high school, but
her romances never seemed to work out, partly because of her strict
parents. She does have a delicious sense of humor, but she didn't show it
to many people.

   She used to invite me over to her house a lot, so I got to know her
family.  Like Michiyo, her dad was pretty quiet most of the time, but every
once in a while, he'd slip in a joke.  Michiyo's younger brother, Naoto, is
pretty shy too, but kind of cute I guess.

   When I got to their house, we had supper with her parents.  Her mom is a
really good cook.  After supper, we sat around the supper table, while
Michiyo and her mom filled me in on the latest.  Our old classmates were
getting jobs, boyfriends, starting new lives.

   Eventually, Michiyo's mom excused herself, and disappeared off into the
back.  We moved to the living room, and sat with her father watching TV. 
Soon, Michiyo's mom came out, and said that the bath was ready.  Michiyo
showed me where the bath was, but she didn't seem interested in bathing
together.  I quickly got undressed, had a shower, and then soaked in the
warm tub for a bit.  Once I was done, I got back out, wrapped a towel
around myself, and called to Michiyo that she could use the bath.  She came
in, but there wasn't much room, so I grabbed my bag, and moved out into the
hallway to dry off.

   In their living room, Michiyo's dad was watching TV.  In just my towel,
I wasn't decent, so I squatted down, and fished out a t-shirt.  On TV
though, I heard this cool song playing.  I quickly pulled the t-shirt on,
took off the towel, and pushed down the hem of the t-shirt to cover up my
pussy.  Curious about the song though, I moved closer to the door to watch.
Michiyo's dad turned to look at me.  I nodded a greeting, but embarrassed
by my bottomlessness, I kind of hid behind the door frame just out of view.
Suddenly, I remembered how my dad had seen Miori naked.  That was pretty
funny.

   "What's this program?" I asked, peeking my head out around the corner.

   "Music Station," he told me.

   "Are these guys famous?" I asked pointing to the band that was playing.

   "They're fairly new I guess.  I haven't really been following."

   Holding the towel in front of my pussy, I cautiously stepped forward
into the doorway.  He'd turned back to the TV, but to tell you the truth,
my hello kitty was already tingling away.  I guess I should have pulled on
some panties or something, but I was in a funny mood, curious as to what he
would do.  Trying to hear the song, I moved closer, feeling a little
nervous.

   Michiyo's dad stayed focused on the TV.  The hair on my head was still
dripping wet, so I backed up into the hall, and lifted the towel up to dry
my hair.  I felt so nervous standing here bottomless, but I tried to stay
away from the door, so her dad wouldn't see.

   "So Emi, how is your school coming these days?" he called over to me.  I
cautiously tiptoed back to the door, hiding my pussy behind the door frame.

   "OK, I guess, Mr.  Kotani."

   "So your English must be getting pretty good by now with all this time
your spending in the States."

   "I still have a lot to learn," I blushed.

   "Come on in, and sit down," he suggested, pointing to the sofa.  I
peered down at my pussy wondering what to do.  I knew that I shouldn't.  My
t-shirt was nowhere near long enough to cover my bare bottom.  I didn't
want to seem rude though.  Michiyo was still in the bath.

   I took a deep breath, and draped the towel across my pussy.  I knew this
was kind of crazy, but there was that whole thing with Miori flashing my
dad.  I was kind of curious to know what it felt like.  I came out from
behind the door frame, watching his face.  His eyes were on the TV, but he
blinked as I tiptoed past, flashing him my behind.

   I plopped my bottom down on the sofa at the far end from where he was
sitting.  I was so wired by that point.  They had a throw on top, and the
soft fur was tickling my you-know-where.  I couldn't stop thinking about
what a terrible chance I was taking.  Mr.  Kotani finally turned to me, and
motioned for me to sit at his feet.

   "Here.  I'll dry your hair."

   Had he realized I was bottomless?  It was hard to tell for sure.  I slid
down off the couch, but as my bottom touched down, I could feel the plush
carpet brush against my pussy.  I was so excited it wasn't even funny
anymore.  Mr.  Kotani took the towel from me, and proceeded to fluff out my
hair.

   "I haven't seen Japanese TV for ages," I blathered on, trying to hide my
embarrassment.  Soon, I heard the rattle of keys in the front door.  Oh
god! That's probably Naoto, Michiyo's brother back from outside.  I pulled
my legs together trying to hide my pussy, but you could still see my bare
butt cheek.  Naoto came in, said hi to his dad, and peered down at me
curiously.

   "Emi, what are you doing here?"

   I was so nervous, worried that he'd realize that I was naked.  He was
probably just wondering why I was at their house.

   "Michiyo invited me," I rushed to explain.

   "Oh," he said, nodding as he set down his bag.  He went off to the
kitchen, so I tried to figure out what to do.  I should probably go get my
clothes, but Mr.  Kotani was still working away on my hair.  I turned my
head, meaning to ask him to stop, but he continued to ruffle away.

   Before I could say anything, Naoto came back.  I tried to hide my pussy
with my ankles.  Naoto peered down at me curiously, clearly wondering why
my thighs were bare.  I was so nervous, but luckily, Michiyo came back,
giving me an excuse to ask for my towel back.

   "Thanks, Mr.  Kotani.  I think it's almost dry," I told him, taking the
towel from him.  I slid it between my legs, covering my pussy, but Michiyo
noticed my bare behind right away.

   "Emi, do you want me to get you some pajama bottoms?"

   Naoto peered down at me even more suspicious now.  I blushed, my eyes
fluttering under their gaze.  I wanted to cover up, but the towel was all I
had.  Mr.  Kotani finally broke the awkward silence.

   "Maybe I should turn in." Still on my knees, I scooched over to the side
letting him pass.

   "Oyasumi nasai!" (Good night).

   Naoto moved to let his dad through, but continued to peer down at my
behind.

   "Are you sure you don't want some p.j.'s?" Michiyo asked again.  I
probably should have said yes, but in my turned on state, I was no longer
thinking straight.

   "But, can you turn down the lights?  It's kind of bright in here."

   Michiyo rotated the dimmer, and then scampered off to the kitchen.  I
don't think she'd realized I was naked or else she would have insisted I
get dressed.  Naoto, on the other hand, seemed fascinated by my bare hips.
He sat down on the sofa, peering over at me, all excited apparently.  I
tried to ignore him, pretend like this was normal, but it was pretty clear
he'd 'made' me.  Eventually, I couldn't take the tension anymore.  I lay
down on my side, showing him my bare behind.

   He gulped when he saw, tugging at his collar.  I was worried too
actually.  This was clearly not normal, lying here half naked in front of
him.  It's hard to explain why.  Looking back, I'm not sure I can.

   I slowly pulled the towel out from between my legs, vaguely intending to
cover up, but actually, I was curious, wondering what Naoto made of me. 
His face was a bit strained, but he didn't look upset exactly.  He seemed
to be mulling over why I was lying here naked like this.

   I heard Michiyo coming back though, so I lay face down, and draped the
towel across my rear.  She looked down at me, and finally announced,

   "Here.  I'm going to run upstairs, and get you some decent p.j.'s, Emi.
And, turn down the TV.  Mom and dad are trying to sleep." She disappeared
off upstairs.  I glanced back at Naoto, but he wasn't moving, just sitting
there, in a daze.

   "How do you turn it down?" I finally asked.

   "Ah.  The remote's on the coffee table," he grunted.  He was stuck, too
stunned by my nudity to think of anything else.  I finally got up on all
fours, letting the towel drop to the floor.  His eyes went wide, even more
scandalized that I was showing him my pussy.  Ignoring him, I crawled over,
and grabbed the remote.  I press the button, but nothing happened.

   "It's not working!" I whined.  He slowly dragged his gaze away from my
slit, which was all juiced up, and pointed to the TV/DVD switch on the
side.

   "You have to flick that to TV."

   I finally managed to turn the TV down, and turned to look back at him.
Naoto suddenly got up though, and handed me my towel.

   "You dropped this," he said holding it out.

   "Thanks," I blushed.  Didn't he like my pussy?

   "Or do you want me to finish drying your hair?" he offered.  I was so
confused and embarrassed, unsure where this was leading.  Michiyo would be
back any minute.

   "OK, but hurry," I told him, handing my towel back.  I scrambled over,
and kneeled at his feet, making no effort to hide my bare bottom.  He
looked worried, but leaned down, and whispered,

   "You have a gorgeous body."

   I felt flattered, but he motioned for me to pull my shirt up, and show
him my breasts.  I hesitated, worried that Michiyo might come back.  He
tried to pull my shirt up himself, but he was so nervous his hands were
shaking.  I grabbed his hands, and tried to make him let go.  He'd lost it
though, and leaned down to kiss me.

   "I have a boyfriend," I told him, surprised by his sudden
aggressiveness. This was all my fault.  I'd gotten horny, and teased him
too much.  I guess I thought he wouldn't try anything with his family here.
I grabbed the towel, and backed away, signaling for him to be quiet.  We
could hear Michiyo coming down the stairs.  I got up, and ran to her,
motioning for her to go back up, so we could get away from Naoto.

   "What happened?" she asked.

   "Shh.  Keep your voice down.  Your parents."

   She went quiet, but we could hear panting noises coming from their room.

   "Are they...  having sex?" I mouthed.

   "Um, yeah, maybe," Michiyo said, clearly embarrassed.  I guess that
makes sense.  Seeing me naked probably got her father's motor running.

   "What happened?" Michiyo repeated.

   "Nothing.  I'll tell you later."

   Michiyo and I went into her room, and shut the door.

   "They're still active," I marveled gesturing towards her parents.  It
was lucky in a way, because the noise moved the focus off of me.

   I finally pulled the pajamas on.  Michiyo set up a futon for me on the
floor of her bedroom, so eventually, we tucked in, and went to sleep.

   The next morning at breakfast, Naoto was sullen, but his parents seemed
kind of chipper.  When no one was looking, I signaled another apology to
Naoto.  I didn't really see them for a while after that, but that was quite
the night.

   Emi Tsuruta
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