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 Drum Show

   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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   I was down on campus one day, when I bumped into Mark, the Japanese
American boy I know from Oceanview U.'s Japanese Student Union.  I only
ever see him at JSU functions, but he seems like a nice enough guy.  He did
get into a scuffle with my boyfriend Ryosuke once at the barbecue last
fall, but that was all in the past.  Mark seemed happy to see me.

   "Do you remember that Taiko show we did a while back?" he smiled.  "They
say we're on to do it again at the next football game." Five of us had done
a Taiko (Japanese drum) performance for Orientation the year before.

   "Oh yeah.  I remember Kazuo saying we might," I replied.  Kazuo was the
president of the JSU, our leader.  I know him even less well than Mark, but
he's quite the go-getter, always organizing things.

   "Are you going to join?" Mark asked.

   "Umm, yeah, sure.  I guess." I'm not that good at drumming, but people
must have enjoyed it if they were asking us back.  The thing I remember
most about that day was misplacing my fundoshi (loincloth), while I was
getting changed behind the tents.  Luckily, I don't think Mark had seen me,
but it was kind of embarrassing.

   "Come on, Emi.  It'll be fun!"

   "Yeah, I guess," I agreed, still a bit unsure.  I didn't mind working
with Mark.  He'd always been nice to me, but in order to pull off a full
Taiko show, we'd need to practice up again.  Later, Kazuo gave me a call,
and invited me to come in, so we could draw up a plan.

   We met in the club room in Haldiman Hall.  Mark, Kazuo, Tetsu and Ayumi
were all there, the same members as last time.  Kazuo was brimming with
ideas.  He'd found some Taiko songs on American TV (Pirates of the
Caribbean, Battleship America?), and wanted to see if we could do those for
our show.  Kazuo himself is a good drummer, but the rest of us were just
kind of learning.  Kazuo gave Ayumi and me the bass drum parts which were a
bit slower, but even so, it was hard to focus on my part with the others
playing a different pattern.  After we'd practiced a bit, it started to
come back.  Tetsu can be a bit of goofball sometimes, but he is a good
drummer.  Ayumi was still trying to piece things together, but she slowly
got the hang of it.  When we finally got it going, it did sound pretty
cool.

   When we finished our first session, Kazuo said we could take our drums
home to practice more.  Mark is kind of funny.  He takes Japanese stuff so
seriously.  He's trying to get in touch with his heritage I guess.  Anyway,
each night after class, we'd gather at the club room, and go through the
whole routine.

   Anyway, one night after supper, I was at home, rushing around getting
ready to head to practice.  My drum was a bit big to carry, but my host mom
Loretta had offered to give me a ride.  I had a shower, pulled on a t-shirt
and miniskirt, trying to think what else I needed.  Drum, drum sticks,
sheet music...  hmm...  As I rushed down the stairs, I suddenly remembered.
A pair of undies!  I had some in my purse, but I guess I should pull them
on.

   Loretta was still cooking when I came down, but she said her boyfriend
Hank could drive me.  I looked out, and sure enough there he was, muscular
as ever.  His shirt was clinging to his biceps, so you could really see how
fit he is.  He was clearing his stuff out of the back of his SUV to make
room for the drum.  I looked down at my skirt, wondering if I had time to
pull on my panties, but we had to get going, or else I'd be late.  Still
rushing, I picked up the huge drum, and carried it outside and down the
driveway to Hank's van.

   Now I know what you are thinking.  I probably shouldn't have gone
outside dressed like that.  It was quite windy actually.  I lugged the drum
around to the back of the van, but when I leaned forward to put it in, a
gust of wind caught my skirt, blowing it up all over the place.  Hank was
inside, so I don't think he saw, but, by the time I'd put the drum down,
there was another man coming this way down the street!

   He had a red beard.  Ah!  It must be Mr.  Holden, the father of Carter,
a boy who plays street hockey in front of our house.  I knew Carter, but I
hadn't really talked with his father.  When Carter was out playing,
sometimes I'd see him on their porch watching.  It was nice that he watched
over his son.

   Mr.  Holden seemed to be heading out, on his way to the store perhaps.
Thinking little of it, I ran back up the driveway to get my bag from the
house.  When I came back though, he'd stopped, a little ways off, rifling
through his pockets looking for something.  Had he caught sight of my bare
bottom when my skirt blew up?  Maybe that's why he'd stopped.

   I pretended not to see him, but I could definitely feel his eyes on me.
I don't have time for this.  We have to get going, or I'll be late.  I
slowly walked back to the van, my heart beating in my chest, wondering what
to do.

   Turning my back to him, I opened the side door of the van, and slung my
bag into the back seat.  Before I could do anything, the wind caught my
skirt, making it billow up again.  It took me a minute to free my hands,
and by then it was too late.  Even if he hadn't seen my bare bottom before,
he definitely had now.  Be still, my beating heart.  Now what do I do?  I
know I should have pushed down my skirt, but I didn't want to let on that I
knew he was watching.  I didn't want him to think I'd flashed him on
purpose.

   I was curious though.  Was he angry, freaked out, excited?  I climbed
into the van, and kneeled down on the seat peeking back at him while trying
not to let him know.  Sure enough, he was staring right at my fanny!  Oh
no! Now what have I done?  I shouldn't have gotten dressed before coming
out here.

   All confused now, I climbed back out of the car, and straightened up. 
The wind died down a bit, but it continued to toy with my skirt, giving him
peek-a-boo glimpses of my tush.  I needed to do something, but I was so
excited I couldn't think straight.  I scampered back toward the house, but
I was worried that if I went up onto the porch, Hank might spot me.  I came
back to the van, mulling over what to do.  I shouldn't just stand here
flashing Mr.  Holden.  Hurry up, Hank!  We have to go.

   The wind picked up again.  I turned away, hiding my pussy at least, but
my skirt billowed way up, leaving me completely uncovered.  I let it go,
but eventually, I couldn't take the embarrassment anymore.  I let out a
little squeal,

   "Kya!" I immediately covered my mouth, but Hank must have heard me.  He
stuck his head around the corner of the van, as I struggled to push my
skirt back down.

   "Don't worry.  Almost done," Hank smiled.  Hank peered down at my hips,
but I don't think he saw.  Phew!  That was close!

   Mr.  Holden had such a strange look on his face.  He seemed so shocked
that I'd come out here dressed like this.  I guess it was kind of a silly
thing to do.  Despite myself, I was beginning to enjoy it though.  I could
feel my pussy getting wet.

   Too bad Ryosuke isn't here.  I should check my messages to see if he
called.  I climbed into the back seat, getting up on all fours, looking for
my smartphone.  I knew that Mr.  Holden could see my upturned ass, but I
didn't even try to cover up.  It was kind of fun teasing him.

   I began to feel embarrassed though, so I backed out of the van, and
stood up again.  I called up my messages, checking Mr.  Holden's reaction
out of the corner of my eye.  He seemed a bit worried.  About me catching
him?  Or about Hank?  Or maybe he was just in shock.  Anyway, he didn't
seem angry.

   Eventually, Hank called out that he was ready to go.  He came around to
this side of the van, so I had to fluff my skirt back down.  It was too bad
really.  I almost didn't want to leave.  I continued to stand there while
Hank climbed into the driver's seat.  I didn't look at Mr.  Holden, still
trying to make out as if I didn't know he was watching, but finally,
climbed into the back seat.  The vinyl seat felt so weird on my bare ass
cheeks.  Mr.  Holden continued to stare as we drove away.

   Once I'd settled down, I did finally pull on my panties.  I don't think
Hank noticed me changing.  Our practice session was a bit of a blur though.
I was too worked up thinking about what I'd done.

   I didn't see Carter or his father for a while.  Eventually, the day of
our big taiko show rolled around.  Loretta gave me a ride.  Kazuo and Mark
met us out back behind the stadium, so they could carry in my drum.  Once
they'd got it out, Loretta wished me luck and headed back.

   Kazuo said Ayumi and Tetsu were already inside getting set up.  He gave
me a wrist band to prove I was with the show.  We were all so excited. 
This was our chance to shine, to show everyone what we could do.  I was a
bit in awe myself.  I'd never been inside the football facilities before.
They'd rebuilt the whole thing recently.

   Behind the stadium itself, there was a two-storey sports pavilion with
offices and training rooms and such.  It was all glass on the stadium side,
so you got a panoramic view of the whole football field from inside.  We
could see thousands of people in the stands, screaming and cheering, and
these big beefcakey football players running around on the field.  You
could feel the excitement in the air.  This was it - the big game!

   "Wow!  That's a lot of people!" I exclaimed, a bit intimidated.

   "It'll be fine," Kazuo assured me.  "I think we've got it down now. 
You'd better hurry, and get changed.  It won't be long before we're up."

   Kazuo and Mark rushed off with my drum, leaving me alone in the
pavilion. 'Where are the change rooms?' I wondered.  I found locker rooms
marked 'home' and 'away,' but they were obviously for the players.  I
couldn't find a ladies room, so I left the pavilion, to check under the
stands.  A guard stopped me at the door, but I showed him my wrist band,
and he let me through.  There was a ladies room there, but that was for the
spectators.  There was a huge line up to get in, so I went back to the
pavilion.  Where is the cheerleaders' dressing room?  They must have one,
but I couldn't find it.

   I checked a bunch of locked doors, but ended up coming back to the big
picture window looking out at the field.  There was a small area near the
doors where there was a bit of a wall blocking the view.  Anxious to get
going, I set down my bag, and fished out my white taiko tabi (split toe
boots), red happi (jacket) and white fundoshi (loincloth).  I wonder if I
can change here.  It was right by the window, but it was kind of tucked
away a bit.  There didn't seem to be anyone in the pavilion.  Most everyone
was in the stadium getting ready to watch the game.

   Hurrying, I unbuttoned my blouse, and took it off, pulling on my happi
over my frilly white bra.  The happi was a lot shorter than I remembered,
hanging just a little below my waist.  Happis have no buttons, so I needed
an obi (belt) to tie it shut.  My obi was still in my bag, so I just left
the happi open for now, enjoying the feeling of the air on my bare tummy. I
was already getting excited.

   I kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned my jeans, and took them off.  I
couldn't wear my underwear with this outfit.  I looked around the foyer
again, but since it seemed like no one was around, I took off my bra,
panties and socks.  I was taking a terrible chance.  I was now more or less
naked now except for the flimsy little happi.  I stood there trembling, a
bit in awe at being naked in such a public place.  Soon, my daydreaming was
interrupted by a male voice from behind.

   "Miss.  Miss!  Excuse me.  What are you doing here?"

   A shiver ran up my spine.  Here I was naked, and someone had found me!
Keeping my back to him, I turned my head to see who it was.  It was a
middle-aged man, quite fit - maybe one of the football coaches.

   "Oh sorry.  I'm in the halftime show.  I was just getting ready," I
blushed.  I covered my pussy with my hands, and pressed my legs together,
but he peered down curiously at my bare bottom.  "Is there a cheerleaders'
change room here somewhere?" I asked.

   "Um, yeah.  There're multipurpose change rooms just over this way," he
explained.  He didn't seem upset at all.  He had this funny little grin on
his lips, seemingly enjoying my embarrassment.  "Didn't you get a key?" he
asked, fishing out his own key chain.  I was too nervous to reply, but he
gestured not to worry.  He motioned for me to follow, but I pointed out at
the crowd.  I couldn't very well walk naked across the main foyer in full
view of the thousands of spectators outside.

   "I have to get changed.  We're on in a few minutes."

   He just stood there, trying not to smile.

   "Can you help me?" I pleaded.  He came back, and picked up my bag.  I
was actually a bit afraid as he came closer, but he motioned that he would
shield me from the window.  If I had any sense, I should have pulled my
clothes back on, but I decided to trust him.

   As we stepped out into the sun, I stared out in wonder at the massive
throng of people that had gathered there for the game.  People could
probably see me, but the bleachers were far enough away that I hoped they
wouldn't be able to tell I was naked.  Where are Mark and them?  I scanned
the crowd, but I had to be careful not to step out from behind this man.  I
hope they're not watching.

   Anyway, we made it part way across the foyer, when the coach startled me
by reaching over and grabbing my collar.  I wondered what on earth he was
doing - this flimsy little jacket was all I had on - but then he showed me
that my collar had gotten folded up in a strange way.  I lifted my arms to
fix it myself, but there was this awkward silence while he stared down at
my pussy.  My hello kitty was tingling like crazy, but what could I do?

   Anyway, we eventually made it across to the door.  He moved to open the
door, so I had to come out from behind him.  I kept my back to the window,
but I was starting to lose it.  The whole stadium could see me now.  I
pressed my hands up against the wall trying to stay calm as all these
emotions coursed through my body.  God, I hope my classmates aren't
watching - Brad, Luke, Roger, Ryan.  They are probably here at the game.

   Anyway, soon, the coach got the door open.  I scampered inside, but when
I went to close the door, the coach stopped me.

   "Just a sec." I wasn't sure what he was up to at first.  I tried to hide
my pussy behind the door, but I was freaking.  Finally he pulled a key off
his chain, and held it out.  "You can borrow this one." I reached out to
take it from him, blushing as he looked down at my pussy again.  I was so
relieved when he finally let me close the door.

   I was glad to be inside, away from prying eyes, but I couldn't calm down
for the life of me.  I had to get dressed though.  I pulled out my
fundoshi, and threaded it between my legs.  I was kind of wet down there,
so it felt funny.  I did it up wrong at first, so I had to keep undoing it,
and try again.  Eventually, I got it tied on tight, but the belt was
hanging awfully low on my hips.  I pulled it up trying to hide my pubic
hair at least.

   I took out the obi, wrapped it around my waist, and tied the two sides
of the happi front shut.  The happi did hang down long enough to cover my
pubic hair, so I was happy about that.  Last, I pulled on my taiko-tabi
(shoes).  I came back out to find Mark and them.  The coach was still
standing there.

   "Hey!  Nice outfit!" he called after me.  I smiled meekly, and rushed
away.  Without a bra though, my bare breasts kept bouncing all around.  I
tried to pull the sides of happi together to cover up, but the guard at the
door peered down at my cleavage.  This outfit is so embarrassing, but at
least it's better than running around naked.

   When I came out into the bleachers, I found Kazuo and crew in the front
row, drums all ready, waiting for the second quarter to end.  Mark and
Tetsu shared some secret joke when they saw me.  Ayumi was there too, in
the same outfit, looking nervous.  I was pretty worked up myself.  I
vaguely tried to pull the happi shut to cover my breasts, but it wasn't
working.  The guys seemed to like it though.

   Eventually, the quarter ended, and the two teams came off the field.  A
lot of the audience left, but some guys perked right up when they saw Ayumi
and me walk out onto the field.

   Anyway, we started playing - the first part of the Pirates tune, 'Dinner
is served.' I had my stance right, legs apart, arms above my head banging
the drum, but this number is one of the harder ones.  I have to hit the
drum really hard to get the thundering sound, but as I swung my arms out,
my tits kept swinging back and forth popping out of my top.  I don't think
people could see so well because I was facing this big drum, but it was
kind of embarrassing.  When the song was done, I quickly fixed my happi. 
We did get some applause.

   Next, we went into the rumble stop Battleship riff.  This one is a bit
easier because it's just a regular rhythm repeated over and over, so I
didn't have to move as much.  My fundoshi felt like it was coming undone
though, so I stopped drumming to check it.  Kazuo looked at me, but he
wasn't upset.  These things happen.

   Our last song was blipvert I think it's called also from Battleship. 
It's also a constant repetitive beat, and we finally managed to get it
going at a lively clip.  A hush fell over the audience, and people started
coming back into the stadium to watch.  Right at the end, we got a big
round of applause.

   Mark, Kazuo, Tetsu, Ayumi and I gathered in a line, and held hands as we
made our bows.  When I leaned forward though, my breasts popped out again.
I couldn't even fix my top because Kazuo and Mark were holding my hands. 
It was then that I noticed Ernie, my comp lit TA, down in the front row. 
Oh shoot!  I was hoping not to run into anyone I know.

   Anyway, the second half was about to start, so we had to roll our drums
off the field.  Ernie found me though, and was all excited.

   "Wow, Emi!  You were great!"

   I was glad he'd enjoyed the show, but felt so embarrassed.

   "No, we kind of muffed the second song," I complained.  Without
thinking, I shook my head to get my hair out of my eyes, but this just made
my breasts jiggle, and come out even more.  Ernie wasn't the only guy who
was staring at me.  A whole bunch of guys had stopped to watch.

   "No.  It was spectacular.  I loved it," Ernie gushed, his eyes gleaming.
Ayumi came up behind me, whispering that my yoohoo was showing.  I don't
think it was really.  I had tied the belt a bit low, but I think it was
still covering my pubic hair at least.  It was true that a lot of the guys
were staring at my crotch.

   Ayumi tried to pull my belt up, but this just attracted more attention
to us.  I motioned for her to stop, so she finally let go.  Ernie kind of
gulped trying to hide his horniness.

   Kazuo and Mark eventually came, and helped us get away.  I led Ayumi
back to the pavilion.

   The security guard grinned when he saw us, and let us through.  I was
expecting there to be more privacy in the pavilion, but the players were
here now getting ready to go back out.  I walked right through the middle
of them, a bit intimidated by their size.  They turned to stare at our
asses as we walked on past.  I was so glad when I finally made it back to
the dressing room, and got inside.

   "Emi!  Sorry about fooling with your fundoshi back there," Ayumi
apologized.

   "That's okay.  I knew it might be on wrong," I reassured her.

   "I was just so flustered, with all those guys crowding around."

   "Don't worry.  It's fine.  Some of those football players are kind of
hunky though, aren't they?" I grinned.  She just blushed, not really
answering.

   It was a weird night.

   Emi Tsuruta
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