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 Miori in America Part 2 of 2

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
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   As I told you last time, my friend Miori had come from Japan to stay
with me and my host family here in Oceanview, California for a week.  Miori
was so excited about being here she'd become quite the handful, charging
around taking terrible chances, but we'd made it through the first couple
of days without getting in too much trouble.  At night, on her suggestion,
we ended up sleeping together in the same bed.

   The next morning when I woke up, Miori was no longer in bed.  She was
sitting - still naked - at my computer checking her email.  She looked
over, and smiled, happy to see me awake.

   "I'm starved.  Can we get some breakfast?" she chirped.  I kind of
panicked, worried that my host mom Loretta or her kids Brandon and Jennifer
might come in, and see her, but it sounded like they were downstairs in the
kitchen.  When I moved to get up, I suddenly realized I wasn't wearing any
bottoms either.  Loretta would probably be scandalized if she found out
that we'd slept together naked.  Girls sleeping together isn't such a big
deal in Japan, but the naked part was definitely not ordinary.

   "Maybe we'd better have a shower first," I suggested.  I pulled on some
shorts, but Miori picked out a towel, threatening to go over to the
bathroom naked.  I tossed her a yukata, but she frowned a bit at being made
to put it on.  In the light of a new day, I was determined to be a good
girl, but Miori still looked like she wanted to fool around some more.

   After our shower, I got dressed in clean shorts and t-shirt.  Miori
emerged in her white halter and a light blue flared mini-skirt which I
hadn't seen before.  She had this silly grin on her face.  I knew she must
be up to something, but at that point, I hadn't guessed what.

   We went downstairs, and joined Brandon, Loretta and Jennifer for
breakfast.  Miori was strangely quiet, her cheeks tinted a faint pink.

   My boyfriend Ryosuke had suggested that we swing by the sushi bar where
he worked.  I figured that would be safe enough, so I changed into my own
mini-skirt and halter, we watched some TV, and then headed there for lunch.
We took the bus, and then walked, Miori still all clammed up, peering
around nervously.  It was only after we went down the stairs that led to
the restaurant that I finally realized what Miori was up to.  Just outside
the door, Miori squatted down to tighten the buckle on her sandals.  I
glanced up her skirt only to find that she wasn't wearing any panties!

   "Miori, what on earth are you doing?  Where are your panties?" I
squealed in horror.  She motioned for me to keep my voice down, and
whispered meekly,

   "I left them at home.  I didn't feel like wearing them today."

   I was actually quite angry at first.  Ryosuke was my boyfriend, and he'd
probably go gaga if he realized Miori was commando.  She's a cute girl, and
he already seemed pretty excited about her being here.  I don't think she
was doing it for his benefit though.  She knows perhaps better than anyone
the games I get up to, and maybe this was like her way of showing she
understood.  This was serious though.  Her skirt was awfully short.  I was
amazed no one had 'made' her on the way here.

   "Did you bring a spare pair at least?"

   "No, I didn't," she pouted, flashing me her puppy dog eyes.  The more I
thought about it, the more worried I became.  Miori was blushing, so
Ryosuke very well might twig.

   "We have to go somewhere, buy you some panties or something," I babbled.
She nodded apologetically, but where on earth could we buy panties around
here?  There were CD shops I knew and music stores, but I couldn't for the
life of me think of a clothing store nearby.

   All kinds of strange thoughts popped into my head.  I began to worry
that Ryosuke would find out that Miori was commando...  and I wasn't.  I
know that that's crazy, but I couldn't get that picture out of my head. 
Maybe I should take off my own panties.  Of course, thinking about it
rationally, this could only make things worse, but in my heated state, it
made a twisted kind of sense.

   Where we were standing, at the bottom of these stairs, people couldn't
see us from the street.  Quickly, before I could change my mind, I pulled
down my own panties, stepped out of them, and put them away in my purse. 
The skirt I was wearing was horribly short, not much longer than Miori's.
With the breeze blowing in, my pussy started tingling like crazy.  I was
completely losing it, not used to standing in such a public place with so
little on.  Miori was still blushing, but she must have been more used to
the feeling by then, but for me, it was all so fresh and new.  Half
intoxicated, I teetered forward, the breeze licking at my privates, and
opened the door to go in.  I was in a complete daze as Suzuda, the Maitre
D, came up.

   "A table for two?" he asked.

   "Um, yeah," I nodded, trying my best to act like everything was normal.
We followed him to a table at the back near the window that looked out over
the bamboo rock garden.  I sat down, but I swear the air blowing up my
skirt was driving me to distraction.  I tried to ignore the feeling, but
Miori kept biting her lip, obviously nervous.  The waitress, a new girl,
took our drink order, and Miori and I sat there awkwardly trying to keep
covered.  Some of the customers kept peering over this way, probably just
checking us out, but all the attention just made me more nervous.

   Ryosuke finally came out to say hi.  He came over, and gave me a kiss on
the cheek, sending a shiver up my spine.  Miori sat there blushing shyly,
but then he went over, and kissed her too.  I knew that this was just a
California thing, kissing your friends' friends, but Miori looked shocked,
baffled at why a normal looking Japanese boy would do such a thing.  He
patted her on the back, assuring her that it wasn't that strange, but she
just sat up, struggling to keep her emotions in check.  What complicated
the situation was that Miori was apparently quite taken with Ryosuke's
younger brother Keisuke back in Japan.

   Ryosuke soon changed the subject, jabbering away about what delicacies
they had on the menu that day.  He eventually headed back to the kitchen
without having twigged.  I am guessing that it was the kiss that helped us
out, because it created a perfectly reasonable explanation for why we were
blushing.

   When our food came, we ate in silence trying not to attract any more
attention.  It felt so weird sitting in the restaurant without any
underwear on.  It was kind of exciting I guess, but nerve wracking too.

   After we'd paid the bill, and were on our way out, Ryosuke came rushing
out of the kitchen to say goodbye.  A little fearful, I said thanks, and
herded Miori out the door as quickly as I could, but unfortunately, when we
started up the stairs, he came out to see us off.  I urged Miori to hurry,
but it was too late.  He stared up at my bare behind in shock, surprised
that I was running around pantiless in broad daylight.  Miori continued to
clomp up the stairs, the hem of her skirt bobbing up with each step,
flashing us glimpses of her cute little rear.  I glanced back at Ryosuke,
worried that the sight of Miori's bottom would get him all excited, but he
seemed to understand my concern, and didn't stare at her.

   I pulled my skirt up, giving him a better view of my own rear, but when
emerged at the top of the stairs, I had to let it fall back down, before
anyone else saw.  Ryosuke looked sorry he had to work, but he eventually
waved goodbye, and let us go.

   Up on street level, things were trickier.  The wind kept blowing, making
it a struggle to keep our skirts in check.  Guys did turn to check us out,
but I think for the most part they didn't realize we were pantiless.

   I was still thinking vaguely of finding some place to get panties for
Miori, but we passed one of the CD shops, and Miori wanted to go in.  There
were a fair number of youngish American guys in the store, and they all
looked over at us when we came in.  Miori stared wide-eyed at the display
shelves, pursing her lips, playing the innocent for all she was worth.  I'm
pretty sure she would have never have been doing this unless I was there,
but doing it together seemed safer somehow.  She kept looking over this
way, wanting me to keep an eye out I guess to see if anyone was on to us.
The guys though had mostly gone back to looking through the CD's.

   Miori wandered over to one of the bins, glanced around, and then leaned
forward to take a closer look.  This pulled her miniskirt up to the point
where you could see her buttocks cheeks.  My heart skipped a beat, and I
drew closer trying to shield her from the view of the guys.  Miori's hair
was sticking to her face, wet with sweat.  She blew her bangs up out of her
eyes, nervous about what she was doing.  I motioned for her to straighten
back up, and eventually, she did.  I was a bit too nervous to enjoy all
this.  There were too many guys, not really staring at us, but you could
tell they were curious.  Miori finally nodded, and we left the shop.

   Miori now seemed willing to seek cover, so we walked quickly to the
train station.  Just inside the turnstiles, there was an open hall just
before you get to the stairs that lead down to the platforms.  There were a
few people outside the turnstiles, and quite a few more people downstairs
waiting for the trains, but there was no one much in this plaza.  I went to
go downstairs, but Miori held my arm, pointing down at the floor.  I gave
her a puzzled look, not sure what she wanted me to see.

   "The pattern on the floor.  Doesn't it look like an ishikeri course?"
she explained.  'Ishikeri' is the Japanese version of the game hopscotch.
I'd been through this station hundreds of times, but I'd never really
noticed the floor pattern.  It was true though.  It was divided up into a
square pattern, but one row of squares was set off from the next just like
a hopscotch course.  "Here.  Let's play," she suggested.  She started
rifling through her purse looking for a stone.  "Do you have like a button
or something?"

   To humor her, I looked through my own purse, but an older woman came in
the turnstiles, and walked past us.

   "Maybe we'd just better go home," I suggested, still nervous at my lack
of clothing.

   "Oh, what about this?" she said pulling out a thick rubber band, and
tying it in a knot.  I found a rubber band as well, and now we had our
stones.  "OK, that square is one.  Two and three.  Four.  Five and six. 
Seven and home." She tried to drop her rubber band ball into the square
she'd called 'one,' but it kept bouncing all over the place.  I tried next,
but neither of us could get our balls to stay in the square.

   Before we could continue the game though, an American man in glasses and
a suit came in through the turnstiles, and took up a position behind us off
by the wall.  It looked like he might be waiting for someone, but actually,
I could feel him watching us, wondering I guess what we were doing.  Before
I could warn Miori though, she bent over to pick up her ball, inadvertently
flashing him her bare behind in the process.  I of course knew she was
naked, but I cautiously glanced over at him wondering if he'd realized.  He
skittishly looked away, perhaps suspecting, but not sure.

   I put my hand on Miori's arm to warn her, but she just brushed me aside,
still trying to focus on the game.  She'd finally got her ball in the first
square, and hopping up and down on one foot kicked it towards the next
square.  She bouncing up and down, giving us repeated peeks at her bare
behind, and this had clearly caught our American friend's attention.  He
stared on, amazed.

   Miori, meanwhile, had missed, and came back to the start, finally
noticing our not so secret admirer.  She didn't seem overly worried, and
motioned for me to take my turn.

   I was terribly nervous.  Perhaps he hadn't 'made' me yet, but if we kept
playing, he would surely put two and two together soon enough.  I had to
remember not to push down my skirt though, because that would just make it
more suspicious.  My heart was racing, as I tried yet again to drop the
ball into the first square.  It bounced way off to the side again, and when
I scrambled after it, I ended up bending down, flashing him my bare bottom.

   I glanced back at the man.  He still looked unsure, but I was starting
to get more and more excited.  It was Miori's turn again, and she resumed
her hopping, flashing him again.  She was jumping quite high now causing
her skirt to billow way up, but now the man was looking away perhaps not
wanting to be caught staring at Miori's spankable little bottom.

   I was a bit worried that he might call the station attendant, or make a
fuss.  I tried to be more careful when it was my turn, but actually, he
just sort of stood there, blinking his eyes, more fascinated than angry.  I
began to feel a little braver.  Once I was sure there was no one else
around, I bent way over, flashing him my pussy, leaving no room for doubt.

   He yanked on his shirt collar, maybe a bit uncomfortable himself.  He
just stood there though watching.  I quickly straightened back up, acting
innocent and pretending like I didn't even know he was there.

   The Ishikeri game wasn't really working, what with the balls bouncing
all over the place.  Miori was clearly enjoying teasing the man.  Whenever
someone else came through, we would stop playing, but once they were gone,
Miori would giddily chase after her ball again, making not even the
slightest effort to cover up.  I guess I should have known better, but I
was kind of enjoying our little game as well.

   Slowly, I began to make some progress getting my ball more than half way
through the course.  I absentmindedly began singing, and doing a little
dance.  I started rotating my hips, twerking, showing off my rear.  I
waited until there didn't seem to be anyone else around except our admirer,
and then started into the dance, deliberately flipping my skirt up as I
wiggled my behind for him.

   Even he was blushing now, and I felt this wave of regret wash over me,
as another group of people came through.  I suddenly grabbed Miori by the
arm, and pulled her along with the crowd down the stairs before the
American man could realize we were leaving.  At first, Miori seemed a bit
disappointed that I was calling an end to her fun, but I guess she knew it
was dangerous too.  We ran all the way down to the far end of the platform,
and luckily, the train came before our admirer could find us.  On the
train, we stood there huffing and puffing, still a bit flustered, but safer
now.

   When we finally got home, Loretta came out of the kitchen to welcome us,
but we ran straight upstairs to my room, and shut the door, safe at last. I
lay down on the bed, and Miori lay next to me, both of us still breathing
fast from our long sprint home and all the excitement.

   We both changed into more decent clothes - jeans and t-shirts - for
supper, but neither of us talked much.  Tomorrow Miori would have to go
home, and I was definitely going to miss her.  After supper, we sat in the
living room with Brandon and Jennifer watching TV.  Jennifer eventually
went upstairs to her room.  We turned out the lights, so as not to disturb
her and Loretta.  Miori went up for her shower, and I brought down a
blanket to snuggle up under on the couch.  Miori came down wearing my big
p.j.  top, but her legs were bare.  Brandon noticed, even in the relative
dark, so I motioned for Miori to get under the blanket to cover up.  I left
the two of them there to go have a quick shower of my own.

   I'd used up all of my p.j.'s lending them to Miori, so after my shower,
I just pulled on a pair of red plaid shorts and a t-shirt.  When I came
back downstairs, Miori flashed me a big grin, but Brandon was gazing at her
curiously, obviously puzzled.  It immediately struck me - had Miori come
down here in just the p.j.  top and no bottoms?  Oh no.  Not again.

   I motioned for her to move over, so that I could sit down on the sofa
between her and Brandon who was sitting over in the easy chair.  She lifted
the blanket to let me get under, but Brandon's eyes shot straight for her
hips.  I couldn't tell if she was wearing panties or not, and clearly
Brandon was mulling over the same question.  Once under the blanket, I
wasn't sure what to do.  I couldn't very well ask her in front of Brandon,
and it would have been even stranger if I started probing around under the
covers to see if she had any panties on.  The three of us sat there, Miori
gazing innocently at the T.V., and Brandon practically cross-eyed with
curiosity, obviously annoyed that I was now blocking his view.

   I slowly settled in, and tried to focus on what was on TV, but I
couldn't stop thinking about Miori.  If she really were bottomless, how was
she able to sit here with a straight face, knowing that Brandon was
watching?  I know we'd been doing silly things all week, but this was my
host family's son, the boy I had to live with every day.  I did feel a bit
nervous about her making herself at home like this in Loretta's house in
front of Brandon.

   Eventually, Brandon stopped looking over this way, and became enwrapped
in whatever TV program was on.  Miori softly pushed the blanket away,
letting it fall down around her hips.  I could now see the pink curve of
her delicate little rear, but it was hard to tell if she was wearing
panties or not.  Luckily, Brandon hadn't noticed.  Miori had been watching
the TV too, but she saw me checking her out, and glanced over at me.  The
somewhat tense expression on her face seemed to confirm my suspicions.  She
was surprisingly good at hiding her feelings, but I'd been in her situation
often enough to recognize the signs - the slightly faster breathing, the
flush in her cheeks, the way she probed with her eyes to see if she'd been
found out.  I was now fairly sure that she was indeed freemuffing it.

   With Brandon's eyes on the TV, Miori went ahead, and pushed things a
little further.  She ruffled the blanket up letting it fall even further
down her thighs.  I could now see her fluffy black pubic hair peeking out
from between the tails on her top.  Nervously, I peered over at Brandon,
but luckily, he hadn't noticed.  I was terribly worried now though, so I
finally spoke,

   "Miori.  Maybe we'd better go to bed.  You have a long flight ahead
tomorrow."

   She shot me a look of disappointment, upset that I was interfering with
her fun.  She finally nodded agreement, and stood up, leaving the blanket
on the sofa.  I peered wide-eyed at her hips, praying that she wouldn't
accidentally flash Brandon her pussy.  I picked up the blanket, and used it
to usher her towards the stairs before anything else happened.

   "Good night," Brandon called after us weakly.

   Once we were safe up in my room, I started in lecturing Miori on her
recklessness.

   "I can't believe you did that.  What if he had seen?"

   "But he didn't.  You worry too much," she retorted.  "Can I check my
email?"

   I glared at her, annoyed, until her question finally registered.

   "Yeah, yeah, but for heaven's sake, try to be careful.  I live here you
know."

   She nodded apologetically, and then leaned down to turn the computer on.
While it was booting up, she turned back to me, and gestured with her hand
that she wanted to take her top off.  I let out a sigh.

   "Oh for heaven's sake.  You never listen to me anyway.  Hey, it's your
life."

   She peeled off her top, standing there naked now.  Before she could sit
down, I rushed over and laid out a towel for her to sit on.  It was hard to
stay angry at her though, especially since I sometimes lounge around my
room naked too.

   "Do you do this at home?" I asked.

   "No, of course not," she protested.  "You were the one who got me into
this in the first place."

   Thinking back, that was probably true.  She was so shy the first time I
met her, and even those times I'd been to her house it was mainly me who'd
been fooling around.  I guess this was her way of getting 'revenge' on me.

   I went across to the bathroom.  Brandon had shut off the TV, and come
upstairs.  It made me nervous knowing that he was poking around with Miori
nude in my room next door.  I told her to get dressed, and for once, she
obliged pulling on her p.j.'s before going across to the bathroom herself.
When she came back, I turned off the light, and we tucked in.

   "Emi," she purred softly.  I turned to face her.  Her feline eyes were
sparkling in the dark.

   "What?"

   "I can't sleep."

   "Having trouble calming down?"

   "Yeah."

   "Just close your eyes.  Sleep will come."

   "Emi, can I ask you a question?"

   "Um, yeah."

   "What does a kiss taste like?"

   I was a bit shocked by her question, but I guess it was only natural. 
She was young and curious.

   "I don't know.  It doesn't have a flavor exactly.  It's more of a
feeling."

   "But I mean what's it like?"

   "Soft sometimes.  Other times a bit more urgent."

   "Urgent?  Like how?"

   "I don't know.  It's hard to describe."

   She stuck her little lips out in a pout, obviously unhappy with my
explanation.

   "Can you show me?"

   "Show you?  How?"

   "Kiss me."

   I widened my eyes in shock.  Was she serious?  I don't think I'd ever
kissed a girl before - not my mom or aunt or anybody.

   Miori snuggled up closer bringing her face within striking range.  She
wasn't about to force a kiss on me, but she clearly wanted to.  I turned my
face away, nervous, not sure what it would mean if I did kiss her.

   "What's wrong?" she asked.

   "I ...  uh ..."

   Miori continued to hover in front of me gazing into my eyes.  I didn't
really want to, but soon our lips were touching.  Shivers ran up my spine
as I struggled to control my feelings.  For someone who'd apparently never
kissed anyone before she was awfully good at it.  As I pulled back, she
leaned into me, getting up on top of me, pressing her body against mine.  I
slid an arm between us trying to keep her breasts from bouncing against
mine, but if I'm going to be perfectly honest, I was a little aroused. 
What I didn't understand was if we were to have sex, how would that work?
Almost on reflex, I slid my hand down between her legs trying to find her
penis, but she didn't have one.  My fumbling fingers must have brushed
against her most sensitive place, because her embrace became more
insistent, even as I struggled to break away.

   "Miori.  Miori!'

   I was just lying there passively now as she moved to explore.  She
squeezed one of my breasts ...  gently ...  the way I would do myself,
making me jump as my body responded.  Her hand made its way down between my
legs, but something didn't seem right.  I didn't want to cheat on Ryosuke -
that was part of it, but even more than that, I didn't want to do it with a
girl - no matter how close I felt to her.

   "Miori.  Miori.  Listen to me.  I'm not ..." I didn't want to say 'a
lesbian' although that's what I was thinking.  I wasn't even sure if Miori
herself was bisexual or even bi-curious.  She was just excited, and looking
for an outlet.  Yes, that's what it must be.

   "Calm down.  Calm down," I told her, pushing her hands away from my
pussy.  Slowly, she relented.

   "Oh, Emi.  I'm sorry," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

   "It's OK.  It's not a problem.  You just got a little carried away." I
took her in my arms, and held her - more calmly now, wiping away her tears.
She took a deep breath, and stopped sobbing.  She peered over at me,
obviously feeling guilty for having tried to seduce me.

   "It's OK.  Don't worry.  I think I understand how you feel."

   She smiled through her teary eyes, obviously glad that we were still
friends.  That's probably the closest I've ever come to doing it with a
girl.  Anyway, we finally drifted off to sleep, and the next morning the
whole thing seemed like a dream.

   On the train ride to Los Angeles, Miori jabbered on about all the
wonderful things she had seen this trip, and promised to come back.  It had
been an eventful week, but definitely one I would remember.  At the airport
departures gate, I gave her a hug, and waved as she walked away wondering
what would happen the next time we met.

   Emi Tsuruta
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