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 ï>¿Japanese Bottoms

   By Emi Tsuruta

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   At the beginning of the new term, my friend Satomi told me about a class
she was planning on taking: physical anthropology.  I went to the first few
classes with her.  It was kind of interesting, but the course didn't really
fit in with my program, so I ended up not enrolling.  I still liked it
though, so I stopped by now and then, just to sit in, and listen to the
prof.  In one class I remember, he was talking about how anthropologists
tell the difference between people from different parts of the world.  A
lot of it was kind of technical, talking about genes and blood types, but
he did talk a little about how anthropologists look at traits, like skin
color or body shape, to try to tell where someone is from.  I just kind of
sat there, and took it all in, but didn't really think much about it at the
time.

   After class, I dragged Satomi off to the fitness center to go swimming.
After we'd swum around for a while, we got out, and had a shower.  In the
girl's locker room, Satomi just kind of sat there, drying herself off and
looking around at the other girls, mostly Americans that day.  I could tell
she was mulling something over.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "We look so different."

   "What do you mean?"

   "From them," she lamented pointing over toward these two blonde girls.

   "Well of course we look different...  but that's not such a bad thing,
is it?"

   "I don't know.  American girls are all so tall and curvy.  Japanese are
just so frumpy, so blah."

   "Oh come on, Satomi.  You're being silly.  You're at least as
good-looking as those girls.  "

   "No, it's like the prof said.  Each part of the world has its own body
shape.  California girls are blonde with long legs and big busts, and
Japanese are so..."

   "Satomi!" I knew why she was going on like this.  Her current flame Hiro
was leaving to go home to Japan soon.  She was sad he was leaving, and was
trying to puzzle out why.  The fact that they weren't actually a couple
probably had a lot to do with it, but she didn't want to think about that.
She was trying to come up with a different reason, even if it made little
sense.

   "I mean look at our hips," she went on.  "Japanese bottoms are so saggy.
Even Chinese or Koreans have better bottoms than us."

   "Satomi!"

   I guess she could tell I was losing patience with this whole line of
reasoning.  She quietened down again.  Of course, I was a bit jealous of
the American girls too.  Whenever we went to the beach, my boyfriend
Ryosuke was always staring at all these tanned beach blondes, but I didn't
feel inferior to them really.  A lot of guys seem to like the way I looked.

   Still, what she said got me thinking.  I walked over to the sinks, and
looked at myself in the mirror.  I don't have a 'saggy bottom.' I have a
cute bottom.  Ryosuke often told me so.  It was probably the part of my
body he obsesses on the most.

   Anyway, we finally got dressed, and I headed home.  On the bus, I found
myself looking at all the other girls who got on.  Could it be true?  I'd
seen the way Ryosuke looked at other girls.  Did they really have something
I didn't?

   After that, I would have forgotten about the whole thing except for what
happened in my one of my tutorials soon after.  The class wasn't supposed
to start for another half an hour, but I had time on my hands, so I went to
class early.  There were two American guys there, Brad and Luke,
good-looking I guess, but bad boys.  As I came in, I overheard them talking
about this one blonde girl and how hot she was.

   "Did you see Candy in the cafe today?  She's so hot!"

   "Yeah, jeez.  You should tap that."

   I cleared my throat.  They finally noticed me, and stopped talking. 
Brad gave me this contemptuous look like I was no match for this 'Candy'
person whoever she was.  Before long though, he leaned over, gesturing
towards me whispering something to Luke, and they both laughed.

   "What?  What are you laughing about?" I asked, irritated.

   "Oh nothing, Emi."

   "Oh come on, guys.  What?"

   "It's nothing.  Honest."

   "I know what it is.  I heard you.  You were all on about Candy, weren't
you?"

   They went quiet, eyeing me cautiously.

   "I don't know why you guys are so hung up on blondes.  What's wrong with
Japanese girls?" I demanded to know.

   "Sorry, Emi," Luke said.  "We didn't think anyone was listening."

   "No, seriously.  I want to know what you think, your honest opinion. 
You prefer blondes, do you?"

   They both kind of eyed me edgily, not sure what to say.

   "Is it their bodies?" I persisted.

   "I don't know," Brad shrugged, not wanting to argue I guess.

   "What about Japanese girls?  Don't we have nice bodies too?" I was
dressed pretty plainly that day - in torn blue jeans and a white t-shirt. I
sat up straight pulling back my shoulders to highlight my breasts.  They
looked me over, but evidently they still preferred this blonde, Candy.

   "No, you look fine.  It's just that..." Luke's face went pale, as he
tried to think of how to phrase it.  Before he could finish, students
drifted in, so we had to stop.  I sat through the whole class brooding. 
Even when it was over, Brad and Luke hightailed it out of there before we
could talk.  I was fuming.

   That night when I got home, Brandon, my host mom's teenage son, was
sitting in the living room watching TV.

   "Where are your mom and Jennifer?" I asked him.  Jennifer is Brandon's
sister.

   "I don't know," he shrugged.  "Upstairs, I guess,"

   I ran upstairs, but all was quiet.  They must have gone to bed.  I had a
quick shower, and changed into a fresh t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.  I
came back down.  Brandon was sitting on the sofa, so I lay down on the rug.

   "What are you watching?" I asked.

   "I don't know.  Some car chase show."

   "Do you mind if I change the channel?"

   "Um.  Yeah, OK."

   I got up on all fours, and crawled over to the TV, scrolling through the
channels.  I finally found something I liked, and turned to see if Brandon
agreed.  He was staring straight at my rear.  My sweatpants hung pretty
low, so I think he was looking at the crack of my bottom.  I tried to pull
them up, but when I crawled back, they just fell down again.

   "How was your day?" he asked peering over at me curiously.

   "Fine.  I had a Cinema Studies tutorial, and dropped by to see Satomi.
Now she's all on about body shapes."

   "What?"

   "She says Japanese have saggy bottoms," I shrugged trying to seem
blasÃ(C) about the whole thing.

   "Ah," he said, nodding.

   "What?  Do you think so too?"

   "I don't know.  I've never seen one."

   "You've seen me naked!" I protested, upset he didn't remember.  He'd
caught me coming out of the shower naked once (and in even stranger places
than that!)

   "Not recently!"

   We sat there in awkward silence for a while, not knowing what to say.  I
knew I should just let it drop, but I was too worked up.  I couldn't just
let it go.

   "If I show you, will you tell me if it's saggy or not?" I finally asked.
Brandon opened his eyes wide, feigning shock.

   "K," he breathed, his voice all hoarse from the excitement.  Brandon is
so cute when he's horny.  As far as I knew, he'd never had a girlfriend.  I
knew I shouldn't tease him this way, but it was so hard to resist.  I got
up on my knees, and looked back at him watching his expression.  He was
almost going cross-eyed with anticipation.  Young boys!

   Ever so slowly, I pushed the waistband down exposing more and more of my
backside.  He shifted in his seat trying to hide his mounting erection.  I
know this is horrible, but I was starting to get this tingly feeling down
there myself.  I stopped when the waistband reached my thighs, and stuck my
rear out to give him the full treatment.

   "Well?" I asked.

   "Jeez, Emi.  I uh..." He was so overcome he could hardly speak. 
Suddenly, we heard Loretta or someone rattling around upstairs.  I grabbed
my sweatpants, and pulled them back up.  I certainly didn't want Loretta to
know I'd been mooning her son.

   "Anyway," I smiled.  "I'll take that as a vote in favor of Japanese
rears."

   Brandon continued to shift uneasily in his seat, having trouble keeping
his lust in check, so eventually, I had to beat a retreat up to my own
room. I wasn't sure why I had done that, but it was kind of fun to see his
reaction.  He always gets so serious.  I guess we were all like that once,
but it was funny.

   Not long after that, I went to visit Asuna, my boyfriend Ryosuke's girl
cousin and one of my best friends in Oceanview.  She's a bit younger than
Satomi and I, more petite and perhaps a bit naive when it comes to the ways
of the world, but she has a healthy curiosity.  Asuna greeted me at the
door, as carefree and bubbly as ever.

   "Hey Emi.  You made it!  Come on in," she gushed.  I followed her into
the dining room, and sat at the table by the big floor-to-ceiling windows
that looked out into the courtyard.  One of her roommates, Sandra, was
making something in the kitchen with her boyfriend Craig.  Craig is tall
and kind of handsome I guess, although he's all freckly face.  I eyed him
cautiously, and he nodded a bit apologetically.  I'd had a few run-ins with
Craig.  He walked in on me when I was in the shower, and one night I'd
caught him spying on me while I was asleep.  I continued to watch him
carefully, while Asuna nattered away.

   "Do you want something to drink?" she asked cheerily.

   "Yeah, do you have any barley tea?" I replied.

   "Yeah, sure.  I'll make some," she offered heading into the kitchen. 
Sandra headed back off to her room to get something, leaving the two of us
alone in the kitchen with Craig.  Craig flashed me a grin, but when I
frowned, he turned away.

   "So Emi, what's new anyway?" Asuna asked me.

   "Last week, I sat in on Satomi's anthro class, and now she's all on
about body shapes," I babbled, all nervous with Craig there.  Asuna filled
the kettle, and then turned on the heat.

   "She says Japanese bottoms are saggy," I admitted, watching for Craig's
reaction.

   "You two!  Is that all you ever talk about?" she snorted.  Craig glanced
down at my jeans and then over at Asuna's looser fitting workout pants. 
Noting his interest, I had to ask.

   "What do you think, Craig?"

   "I wouldn't know," he responded coolly.

   He'd seen me naked, and actually, had even spied on me, so I knew he was
lying.  I think Sandra got angry at him when she almost caught him, so
maybe he was trying to reform.  Still, I was curious, so I continued to
press.

   "Surely you must have some opinion."

   Asuna opened the cupboard looking around for the tea bags.  They seemed
to be up on the top shelf, so she got way up on her tiptoes to reach.  It
honestly looked like Craig was trying to be a good boy, but it was hard to
ignore Asuna's cute little bottom stuck up in the air the way it was.

   "Do you need some help?" I offered, biting my lip as I struggled to keep
a straight face.  Ryosuke had showed me a college prank, 'pantsing' he
called it, where you run up, and pull someone's pants down.  I'd kind of
got angry at him the few times he'd done it to me, but now faced with
Asuna's cushy tush, I understood the temptation.  I shot Craig an evil
grin, and nodded for him to pull Asuna's pants down.  He shook his head,
but I couldn't let the chance pass.

   As poor Asuna tottered on her tiptoes struggling to reach the tea, I
grabbed the sides of her sweatpants, and pulled straight down.  To my great
surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear!  There they were, her
scrumptious bare butt cheeks.  Her skin was so creamy, her cheeks so round
and full like a soft ripe peach.  They looked so inviting it made you want
to reach out, and give them a squeeze.

   "Kya!  What the...?" Asuna squealed in genuine shock.  She glanced back
at Craig, thinking this was his doing, but he denied any involvement,
pointing at me.  She tried to reach down, and grab her waistband away from
me, but I held firm.  I still wanted Craig to tell us what he thought.

   "Emi!  Let go!"

   Craig wasn't saying anything, but you could tell he was getting
seriously turned on.  He grabbed the front of his trousers trying to hide
his mounting erection.

   It wasn't just Asuna's ass, which was breathtaking enough, but also the
way she was wiggling it all around trying to shake free from my grasp. 
She'd never admit it, but I'm pretty sure she was excited too.  Her face
had turned a rosy pink from the embarrassment, but I thought I detected a
fire burning in her eyes.  A dead giveaway was the way she braced her hands
on the edge of the counter, not even trying to cover up her obscenely
delicious ass.

   What really set her off though was when Craig leaned over trying to get
a look at her snatch.  She clearly didn't want to show him, and turned away
to keep him from seeing.  I was still hoping Craig would pass judgment on
her ass, but she was pleading with me to let go.  I finally took pity, and
released my grip.

   She was so worked up though, that at first she didn't realize I'd set
her free.  She just stood there, quivering, hands on the counter almost as
if she were deliberately showing us.  I took the opportunity to stand up,
and take a closer look at her behind.  She does have a great ass.  It
curves way out at the back, much more than you would expect for a girl so
thin.  Ryosuke always raves about my ass, but I think Asuna's is every bit
as good.

   Eventually, Asuna clued in that I'd let go, and she reached down, and
daintily pulled her pants back up.

   "What did you do that for?" she squealed.

   "I told you.  I wanted to hear what Craig thinks about Japanese rear
ends."

   "Emi!"

   "It's no big deal.  I can show you mine if you want."

   Asuna looked even more shocked, but Craig was nodding eagerly for me to
hurry before Sandra came back.  I was worried a bit myself about Sandra
coming back and finding us, but I was still kind of excited, so I quickly
undid my belt.  Craig checked that she wasn't coming, so I finally undid my
zipper, and yanked my jeans and panties down showing them my own bare
behind.  I felt sooo naughty, standing here flashing them in their kitchen.

   Craig was clearly quite excited by my rear.  He'd had this thing for me
ever since that night he snuck in to spy on me sleeping.  I leaned forward,
and straightened out my jeans, probably giving them a peek at my pussy lips
in the process.

   Unfortunately, in all the excitement, I didn't at first notice that
there were people out in the courtyard, peering in at me in surprise.  I'm
sure they must be wondering what on earth I was doing showing Craig and
Asuna my ass.  When I finally did realize, I covered my pussy with my hand,
kicking myself for not being more careful.  On the bright side, the
American guys outside seemed to quite like my ass.  I turned to show them,
and they gulped, looking guilty for having spied in on me.

   Soon though, I heard Sandra coming, so I hastily pulled up my panties
and jeans, and did them back up.  I think Sandra could tell from the
'busted' look on Craig's face that something had happened, but none of us
would tell her what.

   Asuna poured our tea, and we stood around sipping it, but Craig kept
glancing over at me, and mugging his astonishment whenever Sandra wasn't
watching him.  I began to feel guilty for flashing him, wondering if I'd
gone too far.  Asuna and I moved to her room.  She bawled me out for
'pantsing' her, but I still think she enjoyed it.  She is Ryosuke's cousin
after all.  Exhibitionist impulses probably run in their family.

   The real problem wasn't Asuna anyway, but rather Satomi.  How was I
going to convince her that her body was at least as sexy as any western
girl?  One night after class, I stopped by at her dorm.  She was sitting in
the common room watching TV with our Italian friend Sarah, Natasha from
France and this other new girl Ji-Hyun from Korea.  I went in, and sat
down. They were all watching what Ricardo describes as a 'chick flick.'
Satomi was squinting her eyes and biting her nails, I guess because the
movie had more of these tall blonde California girls that she had become so
jealous of.  I decided to ask the others.

   "In anthro the other day, the prof was saying how people from different
countries have different body types."

   Sarah and Natasha looked at me, but they didn't respond right away.

   "And then Satomi was saying that Japanese have saggy bottoms.  Do you
think so?"

   "I don't know," Sarah laughed.  "You think we check these things?"

   "No, I'm serious.  What do you think?" I stood up, and turned my back to
them to show them my rear.

   "Oh Emi," Natasha guffawed.

   "No, no, tell me what you think."

   "Looks fine to me," Natasha told me, still trying to watch the movie.

   "I can't tell," Sarah said, playing along.  "Your shorts are too baggy."

   I glanced over at Ji-Hyun trying to figure out how she would react if I
pulled down my shorts.  I knew Sarah and Natasha fairly well by then.  We
often went swimming together, and one time we'd gotten naked in the pool
sauna together.  I'd seen Ji-Hyun around, but I hadn't really talked to her
much.  She was just kind of sitting there, wide-eyed, taking it all in.

   I decided to go for it.  A shiver ran up my spine as I undid the button
on my shorts, and pulled them and my panties down.  I glanced out the
window remembering to check this time.  Satomi got up to stop me, but I
held her back till the others had had time to react.  Sarah was killing
herself laughing.  Ji-Hyun looked scandalized, her eyes bigger than ever.

   "Well, is it saggy?" I asked.  Satomi was pushing me though, and soon I
lost my balance, and fell on the carpet.  Sheepishly, I pulled up my
shorts, and got back up into my chair.  Sarah couldn't stop laughing, but
eventually, she said,

   "It looks fine.  I think Satomi is just teasing you."

   "No!" Satomi protested.  "I'm serious.  Japanese bottoms are different
from other people's."

   "Satomi, maybe it's just yours that's different," Natasha taunted,
obviously thinking the whole idea was silly.  Satomi glared at her, all
upset now.  I knew Satomi's bottom was actually quite round and
delightfully spankable.  Our masseur at the spa had seen it, and so had
Ryosuke.  They both seemed suitably impressed.

   Still, since she was being so stubborn about it, I simply had to go at
this head on.  I grabbed Satomi around the waist, and called for Sarah to
come over, and pull down Satomi's shorts.  Satomi was kicking and screaming
like anything, and Ji-Hyun was freaking, but Sarah just laughed.

   "Emi!  Leave her alone!  Can't you see she's sensitive?" Natasha warned
me.  Unable to give up so easily, I finally got a hold of Satomi's
waistband, and pulled her bottoms down myself.  Satomi's butt is a bit on
the pudgy side maybe, but it was that very roundness that made her crack
run so deep.  I'd never told her this, but I'd seen the dreamy Goth guy
Adam stare at her ass once, obviously wondering what it would be like to
bed her.

   "No sag here," I mocked, giving her a playful little spank on the rear.
I finally let her go, and she pulled up her shorts, blushing furiously.

   "No, but I mean it looks different from western behinds, heavier, more
bottom heavy," Satomi went on, brushing her hair out of her eyes.  I'd
never even thought of that before, but by keeping on like this, she'd
managed to pique my curiosity.

   "So what do western bottoms look like?" I called over to Sarah.

   "What?  You want us to show you?" Sarah balked.

   "Yeah.  Do you have a camera or something?  Maybe we could take
pictures, and compare.  Satomi could hand it in as an essay for her class.
Gluteus Maximus: Western versus Japanese Posteriors!" I joked.  Natasha
guffawed, finding the whole idea ludicrous.  The more I thought about it,
the more I liked the idea.  "No, I'm serious.  Do you have a camera?"

   "Oh, Emi," Sarah laughed.

   "We don't have to do it here.  Some place private.  No one would ever
have to know."

   Sarah looked like she might be willing, but Natasha looked doubtful.

   "I know!  Tomorrow why don't you guys come over with us to the swimming
pool?  We could do it in the change room."

   At first no one was keen, but I kept at them, and eventually, Sarah and
Natasha agreed.  Ji-Hyun didn't say much, but I could tell she was kind of
curious.  She was an exchange student, and hadn't been here that long.  I
guess people don't really do these things in Korea.

   The next day, mid-afternoon, I went into Satomi's dorm.  Sarah had her
door open with music blaring, but she was more or less ready.  Satomi came
to her door when I knocked.  She kept saying how silly the whole idea was,
but she had her swimsuit and stuff already packed.  It took a bit more
convincing to get Natasha and Ji-Hyun to come with us, but they finally got
ready, and came out to meet us.  Everyone was kind of quiet on the way
over, a bit nervous I guess.

   There were a few American girls in the locker room, but it wasn't that
crowded.  We chose one of the empty aisles, and set our stuff down on the
bench.  I got out my camera, and set it down next to my bag.  Sarah and
Natasha were acting like this all was no big deal, but Ji-Hyun was peering
around nervously, eyes wide.  We all got undressed, and stood there naked
trying to figure out how to do this.  Ji-Hyun was holding a towel in front
of her to hide her pussy.  The aisle was a bit too narrow for the four of
them to line up, so I just went around behind, and took pictures of each
one, starting with Satomi.

   I've seen Satomi naked quite a few times, so her bottom was really no
surprise.  She is a bit chunky as she says, but I think guys like that
actually.  Baby got back.

   Sarah was next.  She is young and tall and slender, especially for an
Italian girl.  She always reminds me of one of those Roman statues, the
Venus de Milo or whatever.  Even so, I still preferred Satomi's figure. 
Sarah was almost too thin, like one of those runway fashion models.

   Natasha posed next.  Her bottom was very white and curvy, but I still
think Satomi's or mine looks sexier.

   Even when it was Ji-Hyun's turn, she kept turning to face me,
embarrassed I guess to show us her rear.  We finally got her to hold still
long enough for me to take a picture.  Seeing her naked is what clinched it
for me: the same soft curves, porcelain skin, hairlessness.

   "You look like a Japanese," I laughed.  She was maybe a bit thinner than
Satomi and I, but there are tons of girls like that in Japan.  Ji-Hyun
blushed even more.

   I showed them the pictures.  We couldn't agree though on who had the
sexiest behind.  It seemed to me that it was all a matter of personal
taste. None of us were best, just different.

   "Next, let me take a picture of everyone's pussies," I suggested, but
Satomi screeched,

   "No way!"

   "OK, maybe next time," I giggled.

   Emi Tsuruta
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