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 Going to School Naked

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: This is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
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   I guess this all started when my boyfriend Ryosuke and I were back in
Japan at the end of the summer.  One night, we were up near his parents'
house in Tokyo, and we stopped in at this convenience store to buy some
drinks.  I was staring into the drink cooler trying to decide what to buy,
when Ryosuke calls me over, and points out these two girls who'd just come
into the store.  They must have been in their late teens, cutesy faces,
gabbing away.  It was really hot out, so one of the girls was just wearing
this t-shirt that went part way down her thighs.  I shot him an angry look,
but he goes like,

   "No, no, that's the style here now.  I think you'd look good like that."

   These girls were all giggly and jumping all around, and the next thing
you know, the t-shirt girl bends over, giving us a peek at her panty-clad
ass.  Her panties weren't a thong, but they had got kind of wedged up
letting us see a fair bit of her round little butt cheeks.  I felt
embarrassed for her, but I don't think she realized we were watching.  I
pulled Ryosuke away, but I swear he didn't stop talking about it after
that. It might have been the girls themselves - they were kind of cute -
but I think it was more the way they were dressed.  He likes short skirts -
fleeting glimpses of forbidden fruit.  In Japanese, we say 'chirari.'

   I didn't think much about it for the rest of the trip, but when we got
back to the States, I did go looking for a long t-shirt like that.  I tried
all the shops in Oceanview, but I swear American t-shirts all seem to be so
short.  I couldn't find any t-shirt dresses in stores.  I ended up ordering
one online.

   One funny thing that happened was when my friend Satomi and I went to
this American clothing chain, Hollister.  I don't know if you've been
there, but it's supposed to be like Southern California surf fashion. 
(None of the surfers in Oceanview dress like that, but anyway...).  I
leafed through the t-shirts, until I finally found one I wanted to try on.
I went looking for their change rooms, but when I found them, I noticed
this sign just outside - Clothing Optional Beyond This Point, California
State Beaches.  I thought that was so funny.  I called Satomi over, and
showed her.  She didn't seem quite as excited about it as I was, but
anyway, seeing the sign gave me an idea.

   "Satomi, here.  Can you take a picture of me next to the sign?" I got
out my camera, handed it to her, and then went into the change stall.  I
quickly stripped naked, and pulled my shoes back on.  All excited, I peeked
out from behind the curtain, trying to tell if anyone was around.  Satomi
looked worried.  I waited until it looked like the coast was clear, and
then came out - stark naked - and stood next to the sign.  Satomi was
appalled of course.  Anyone could walk by at any moment, but the way I
figured the sign said 'clothing optional!' I wasn't doing anything wrong!

   I licked my lips as Satomi reluctantly snapped off a few shots.  I tried
to give the camera my sultriest look.  I turned, and tilted my body,
showing off my rear.  Unfortunately, I think I heard someone coming, so I
dashed back into the stall before they saw me.  Satomi seemed a bit pissed
when I came back out, but she didn't make a fuss.

   When my t-shirt dress arrived in the mail, I tried it on.  It fit well
enough, but was a bit too short.  I mainly wore it in my room when it was
hot out.  I guess I must have mentioned it to Ryosuke though because one
evening, when Loretta and her kids were out, he came over, and asked me to
model it for him.  I went upstairs to try it on, but it actually seemed to
have shrunk in the laundry since I'd bought it.  No matter how I pulled, I
couldn't seem to get it to stretch far enough to cover my panties.

   "Here.  Are you changed yet?" Ryosuke asked, coming upstairs to check on
me.  I gave the t-shirt one last tug, and then turned to face him, as he
came into my room.

   "Oh, you look great.  That's gorgeous."

   I blushed, embarrassed.  I wanted to change, but he insisted I stay like
that, so to humor him, I came downstairs, and fixed us some supper.  We
ate, and then watched some TV, snuggling on the couch.  Around ten o'clock,
he said he wanted to go to the DVD store to take back some movies we'd
rented.  He wanted me to come with him, so I went to get changed, but then
he said,

   "Just come like that.  It's not that cold out," as if that was the
problem.

   "I guess not, but anyway, I can't walk around like this.  People will
see my panties," I told him remembering the girl in Japan.

   "Then don't wear them," he replied.

   At first, I was like 'no way.' The t-shirt was embarrassing enough with
my panties on!  I tried to laugh off the whole idea, but he insisted.  I
tried to get out of it - I honestly did, but finally he came over, and
grabbed me, holding me as he yanked my panties down.

   I checked my outfit in the full-length mirror we have by the front door.
It was true I could see my pussy from this angle, but the hem was floating
way up, far higher than any dress.  I could get the hem to cover my pussy
by pulling it down at the front, but I'm pretty sure that left my rear
exposed.

   "You look fine," he kept telling me.  "As long as you're careful, no one
will notice."

   This was clearly not true.  We argued back and forth, but eventually, I
agreed to take a peek outside.  I was quite frightened actually, but he
kept nodding for me to go for it.  There didn't seem to be anyone on the
street.  Even so, the breeze was licking at my pussy, driving me to
distraction.  I looked back at Ryosuke begging him to relent, but he
insisted I try, so off we went.  I tried to smooth the hem down to cover
up, but it was hopeless.

   "Here.  Just let it go for heaven's sakes.  You look even more
suspicious if you fiddle with it," he scolded.

   I grimaced at him, embarrassed, but he was probably right.  I was
getting so excited because I knew I was naked, but someone walking by might
not twig.  I couldn't stop thinking about it though.  My hello kitty was
buzzing away like crazy.  I was getting all wet.

   Anyway, against my better judgment, I ventured down the stairs and out
to the street.  We didn't meet that many people at first, but when we got
closer to the store, we crossed paths with these guys out for a late night
stroll.  They peered down curiously at my bare thighs, and then as we
passed, turned to check out my rear.  They didn't make a big deal or
anything, but they did look startled when they saw my behind.  All I could
do was hide my face in my hair, and hope they didn't recognize me.

   Ryosuke was trying to be supportive, but I could tell he was enjoying my
torment.  I tried to hide it, but I was getting pretty seriously horny by
then.  I couldn't believe I'd come all the way out here dressed like this.

   We finally made it to the store, and went in.  I kind of squinted under
the bright lights feeling even more self-conscious.  I caught a glimpse of
my reflection in the glass door, confirming that you really could see my
bottom.  I tried to push the hem down, but mostly I just wanted to get out
of here.

   "I'll return the DVDs," Ryosuke said.  "Can you find me the latest issue
of HVM Magazine?"

   I just looked at him, stunned that he was asking me to wander around the
store dressed like this.

   "You do know HVM Magazine?" he asked.  I had seen it lying around his
room.  It was a men's magazine.

   "Yes, but I don't know where they keep it."

   "I don't know either.  Just take a look around.  Might be in the adult
section, or up on the second floor," he said, heading off to the DVD
corner. The second floor?  I peered over at the spiral staircase in the
middle of the store.  I couldn't climb that with everyone watching.  If it
was on the second floor, I'd ask him to get it.

   I started looking around on the first floor.  Unfortunately, my arrival
in the store had not gone unnoticed.  There were guys here and there,
browsing the aisles, but as soon as they saw me, they'd do a double take,
peering down at the floating hem of my t-shirt.  I tried to do as Ryosuke
said, and act like nothing was wrong, but it was hard with all these guys
staring at me.  I tried to resist the urge to touch myself.  It was getting
harder and harder to stay under control.

   Eventually, I stumbled on a stack of HVM magazines all tied up.  I tried
to pull one out, but the plastic tie was too tight.  I didn't want to bend
over with all these guys staring at me.  I just stood there wondering what
to do.

   Eventually, one of the boys on staff spotted me, and came over.

   "Can I help you, miss?" he asked.

   "My boyfriend wants a copy of that magazine," I told him pointing to it.
The boy knelt down in front of me, and tore open the brown wrapping to get
one out for me.  His eyes drifted over to the hem of my t-shirt.  I held it
down over my pussy, but his eye level was right there.  I tried to pretend
like nothing was wrong, but I was so worried he would see.  Even if he
couldn't see my pussy, I think he could tell I was nervous.

   "Um, miss...," he started to warn me.  I grabbed the magazine from him,
mumbled,

   "Thank you," and quickly made for the checkout counter.  The poor boy
just kneeled there, still wondering why I was dressed like this perhaps.

   Anyway, Ryosuke finally reappeared.  Apparently, he'd been watching me,
enjoying seeing me squirm.  The natives were restless though, and starting
to come this way, so Ryosuke quickly bought his magazine, and we left. 
Some of the guys even came out to the front entrance to look at me as we
strode away.

   On the way home, Ryosuke thanked me for getting up the nerve to come out
here dressed like this.  I still felt a bit wired, but after we got back,
we made love, and I felt better.

   Anyway, after that, I lay low for the next little while, trying to focus
on other things.  Then there came this one morning in the heat of summer. I
was sleeping peacefully in bed, when my host mom Loretta called up the
stairs,

   "Emi!  If you don't get up soon, you're going to be late for school!"

   Oh dear.  Is it morning already?  The sun was up, and I could feel a
cool breeze blowing in on my face.  The weather had been hot out for a
while, so I must have left the window open when I went to sleep.  I sat up,
and looked out into the backyard.  It was all misty out.  It wasn't
raining, but the breeze had that fresh scent of spring after the terrible
heat of the last few days.  I glanced at the clock.  It was already past 8.
Shoot!  Loretta was right.  If I didn't hurry, I'd end up being late.

   Not that that would be the end of the world, mind you.  It was near the
end of term, likely to be review, and in any case, I could get the notes
off my friend Satomi.  I didn't want Loretta to think I was slacking off
though, so I went across to brush my teeth, and wash my face before going
down to join them for breakfast.  Loretta had made some pancakes, but
perhaps they were running late too because her son Brandon was just wolfing
them down.

   "Would you like a ride to the bus stop?" Loretta asked.

   "No, I'm fine, thanks.  You guys go ahead."

   Loretta herded her kids towards the door.  Brandon stuck his tongue out
at me, just before they left.

   Peace and quiet at last.  Looking out the front window, I realized that
the fog was becoming thicker.  It was like cotton batting, almost as if the
clouds had come down from the sky, and settled on the ground.  It doesn't
get foggy all that often in Oceanview.  This was probably the thickest fog
I'd seen since moving here.

   Eventually, I went back upstairs, stripped out of my clothes, and had a
shower.  I tried to remember what all I had to do that day.  I could pick
up the anthro notes from Satomi at lunch, and then there was comparative
lit in the afternoon and cinema studies in the evening.  I had to hand in
an essay for comp lit, so I'll have to print that up at the library first.
Anything else?

   Getting out of the shower, I grabbed a towel, and dried myself off
before traipsing back to my room.  I pulled a blue summer dress out of the
closet, and laid it out on my bed.  Next, I got out a lacey white bra and
panties, and put them next to the dress.  Smart yet feminine, I told
myself. Just to add a touch of style, I wrapped a simple black leather
choker around my neck, and modeled it in the mirror.  There wasn't anything
particularly kinky about the choker itself, but standing there naked the
way I was, my round breasts still glistening from my shower, it did make me
look a bit like a dominatrix from one of those bondage clubs.

   Oh my!  I shook my head to clear it.  How did that image pop into my
head?  Anyway, no time for that now.  I'd better get ready.

   Leaving my clothes there for the moment, I began to gather up my laptop
and books, and pack them all into my backpack.  What else do I need?  Ah
yes.  My sandals are downstairs.  Still naked, I draped my dress and undies
across my arm, picked up my backpack, and quietly tiptoed downstairs.

   When I first moved here, I would never have had the nerve to roam around
the house naked, but lately I've been taking more chances.  I set down my
backpack and clothes, pulled out my sandals, and sat my bare bottom down on
the stairs to buckle them on.  Standing up, I gazed at my naked body in the
mirror.  There was something a bit kinky about being dressed in just
sandals and a choker, but it looked kind of sexy actually.  My nipples were
a tinge of cherry red, and my breasts had swollen out to a respectable size
from the excitement.  I gently dabbed at my pussy with my fingertips
shuddering at my own touch.

   I peered out the window at the fog.  Is that what's getting me so
excited?  You couldn't see far.  I hadn't really seen fog this thick
before, not in California at least, and it was giving me ideas.  Curious, I
placed my hand on the door handle debating if I should open it.  Loretta
and them were all gone, and even in the sunlight, the fog seemed to be
acting as a kind of cover.  I slowly pulled the door open, peering out
towards the street.  I could see our porch clear enough, but our lawn was
already kind of blurry from all the mist.  There was a fresh wet smell to
the air, much cooler than it had been.  I cautiously stepped out from
behind the door revealing my naked body to the street, testing to see what
would happen.

   It was still pretty quiet.  I could hear the sounds of cars driving by
on the main street further up.  Getting more courageous now, I stuck my
head out the door peering off seeing if I could see the cars.  With all
this white mist, our whole street was one big blur.  Wow!  This is kind of
cool actually.  If I can't see the other houses, that must mean they can't
see me either.

   Taking a deep breath, I stepped out onto the porch, quite nervous to be
out in front of my house naked.  Quickly, before I lost my nerve, I went
back inside, and stuffed my clothes into my backpack, and slung it over my
back.  I wasn't really sure what I was planning, but it had always been a
dream of mine to go to school naked.

   Once outside, I shut the door, and turned to lock it with my key.  My
heart was pounding away like crazy.  My breasts rose, and fell as I
struggled to catch my breath.  My hello kitty was tingling away.  What on
earth am I doing out here?  Sure, the fog makes it hard to see, but if
anyone came close enough, they'd realize I was naked right away.  I could
see my body quite clearly in the bright sunlight, my pointy breasts and
fluffy black bush.  I could even see the green grass of our lawn and
streetlights further away.

   I arched my back, and cupped my buttocks, a bit frightened.  I squinted
out into the fog trying to tell if anyone else was on the street.  It must
be past 8, so you would expect people to be heading to school or work, but
I couldn't see much through the thick mist.

   Quickly, before I lost my nerve, I gently padded down the steps, and
made my way towards the sidewalk.  I could still hear the dull roar of
traffic going by down at the end of our street, but I couldn't see anyone.
I hesitated though, afraid.  How far do I want to take this?  There was a
bus stop further up north away from the traffic, but dare I risk it?  What
if there is someone waiting at the stop?

   I slowly made my way in that direction, scanning the houses on both
sides for any sign of movement.  I guess our street is pretty quiet most of
the time, but then again this was the first time that I'd ever come out
this far naked.  My common sense was screaming 'go back,' but my feet kept
carrying me forward further and further from home.  I began to wonder if I
could board the bus naked.  Probably not.

   Another problem was that the fog seemed to be breaking up.  I continued
along as far as I could, but more and more I could see the houses on either
side.  I couldn't see anyone in the windows, but even so, I can't walk
around naked if people can see me.  I sprinted that last few hundred yards
to the bus shelter.  Luckily, there was no one there, but my whole body was
shaking.  I grabbed my blue dress out of my backpack, and pulled it on.  Oh
god!  That was crazy.  I swear I have to stop doing these things.

   I finally made it to class, but I swear that whole day I was in a
complete daze.  I'd love to try something like that again, but
unfortunately, we haven't really had any foggy days like that since.  Ah
well.  Maybe someday.

   Emi Tsuruta
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