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New Friends
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to 
know a bit more about me and my friends, please drop by my home page at:
/~emitsuruta/

About halfway through the summer last year, I was on campus heading to see 
my friend Satomi when I bumped into Yuriko, a girl I know from our 
university's Japanese Student Union.  I hadn't been to a meeting for a long 
time, but both my boyfriend Ryosuke and I used to be members.  It's sort of 
a social club for anyone interested in Japan, but the last time, we went it 
was almost all Japanese exchange students.  Yuriko was all excited to see 
me because they had a couple of events coming up, and she wanted to know if 
I would join in, and help.  As I've been telling you, I'd been pretty busy 
that summer, but I knew that soon, my friends Sarah and Takuya and all them 
would be leaving, so maybe this would be a chance to meet new people, and 
make friends.  She told me when the next meeting was, and I promised to 
invite Satomi, my boyfriend Ryosuke and a few other people.  Ryosuke had to 
work, but Satomi and Asuna, Ryosuke's cousin, said they'd come.

Yuriko brightened up when the three of us walked in.

"Come in.  Come in.  Welcome," she glowed.  I recognized Kazuo, the club 
president from when I used to go, and she introduced me to Mark, Tetsu and 
Noriko, three of the new members.  Mark was a third generation Japanese 
American, but he seemed to understand a bit of Japanese.

Kazuo opened the meeting, and thanked us all for coming.  The next big 
event they were planning was a Japanese-style fireworks show down on the 
beach in August.  The club had a little money left from the year before, so 
it was just a matter of advertising the event, going out and buying the 
fireworks, and getting permission from the beaches commission or whoever.  
Yuriko promised to look into getting permission, and the boys said they'd 
buy the fireworks, so we started working on the posters.

They already had some paper and markers, so I lay out some paper on the 
floor, and tried to think what to draw.  I got down on my hands and knees 
sketching out the design for one poster.  Satomi, Kazuo and Yuriko were off 
at the side talking.  Asuna and Noriko were just kind of standing there 
staring off into space, but Tetsu and Mark got down on the floor with me, 
and started helping me make some posters.

I finally started to get a design I liked, so I looked up.  Tetsu and Mark 
were staring over this way with this strange look on their faces.  I looked 
down, and suddenly remembered that I wasn't wearing a bra that day under my 
tank top.  Usually, I think people don't notice, but that particular tank 
top is pretty loose-fitting, and the straps kept falling off my shoulders.  
The way I was leaning forward I guess they could see my breasts down the 
front of my top.  I sat back up a little embarrassed.  They realized I'd 
seen them staring, and looked away, trying to pretend like they hadn't been 
looking at me.  Eventually, I leaned forward again, but I could feel them 
watching.  I guess it wasn't that big a deal, but I didn't really know them 
that well, and for some reason, I was getting a bit excited.

Before too long, Satomi and Asuna came over, and told me they were going to 
head home.  Ryosuke had said he might drop by later, so I decided to stay 
on, and keep working on the posters.  Yuriko and Noriko disappeared off 
somewhere, and so for a while, it was just me and these three guys.  Kazuo 
spread out a sheet of paper just behind me, but out of the corner of my 
eye, I could see him examining my rear end which I had stuck way up in the 
air.  The miniskirt I was wearing was so short he must have been able to 
see my panties.  Whenever I looked at any of the three of them, they would 
all look away, but all this attention was getting me a bit nervous.  It's 
not like they are bad guys or anything, but I was just a bit worried.

I finally got up, and went out to the hall to give Ryosuke a call.  He was 
still at work, but he said he would be done soon.  I asked him to come 
down, and meet me there as soon as he could.  I felt a lot safer knowing 
that he was on his way.  Kazuo and Yuriko knew him pretty well because he 
used to go to the JSU meetings more often than I did.  I bumped into Yuriko 
out in the hall, and told her Ryosuke was coming.  She smiled.

When I got back, we decided to take a break, and have some tea.  Kazuo 
complimented me on how neat my lettering was.  Tetsu and Mark nodded, but I 
swear they kept glancing down at my breasts.  I looked down, and realized 
my straps had fallen down again.  I was just about to fix them when Yuriko 
came back.  She'd brought some snacks for us to eat.  She set them down on 
the floor, and we all gathered around.  As I leaned forward to take one, my 
tank top slid down till the collar was hanging right on the edge of my 
nipples.  I looked down, and I swear you could see the pink of my areolas.  
All of them were staring right at me too.  I giggled nervously not knowing 
quite what to do.  They were all too polite to stare, but Kazuo in 
particular kept glancing at my breasts.  He kept looking over at Yuriko, 
seeing if she was watching him, so I started to wonder if the two of them 
were secretly going out.

Ryosuke finally showed up, and I went over, and gave him a quick hug.  You 
should have seen the look on the guys' faces when they saw Ryosuke with his 
arm around me.  They looked soooo jealous.  I felt a bit bad, but at least 
now they knew I was taken.

Yuriko looked at her watch, and said it was getting late, so we decided to 
rap up, and come back another day.  Ryosuke walked me to the bus stop, but 
he was kind of tired, so we ended up going our separate ways.

Our next problem was what we all were going to wear.  Usually, when we go 
to see fireworks in the summer in Japan, all the girls wear yukata 
(colorful cotton robes for the summer).  I'd bought one in my friend 
Miori's father's shop last time I was back in Japan, but neither Satomi nor 
Asuna had one.  They seemed interested in Miori's yukatas, so I phoned her 
up to get her to send a catalogue over.

"How are things over there in California?" she asked.

"Oh, you know, same old same old."

"Oh come on.  You must be getting up to something interesting.  I know 
you."

"Oh, well, I guess a couple of funny things have happened to me."

"Like what?"

"Do you remember I told you about those two boys Takuya and Hiro who live 
at my friend Satomi's dorm?  They played the most horrible trick on me the 
other day.  I guess it was their friend Ricardo who started it.  I was 
sleeping over in Satomi's room, and he knocked on the door, saying it was 
my mom on the phone downstairs.  I wasn't dressed yet, so I just quickly 
wrapped a towel around me, and ran downstairs.  There I was talking to my 
mother, and Takuya comes in, and grabs the towel away from me.  I was so 
embarrassed."

Miori laughed, and laughed.

"That is just so funny!  What did you do then?"

"I tried to get it back, but he wouldn't give it to me.  He ran outside 
with it, so I went into the lounge, got some newspaper, and covered myself 
with that."

"So what you were running around in front of all these guys naked?"

"Yeah."

"What did it feel like?"

"Oh, I was soooo embarrassed at the time.  But looking back on it, I guess 
it was kind of exciting running around naked in the dorm in broad daylight 
with all of them looking on."

Then, suddenly, I heard a cough come from outside my bedroom.  I froze.  I 
thought that my host family were all out at school or work.

"Um, Miori, listen, let me call you back.  I think someone's here."  I 
pulled up my shorts, and got up off my bed, listening to hear who it was.  
I knew it couldn't be Loretta because she always calls out when she comes 
home.  I tiptoed out into the hall, and sure enough there was her son 
Brandon standing right outside my door, eavesdropping.  He let out a crazy 
laugh, and ran back into his room.

"Hey, wait.  What were you doing?  Listening in?" I yelled at him.

"I knew it.  I knew it.  You are one of those.  I was pretty sure when I 
saw you bare-assed out there by the front gate, but this proves it.  You 
are a nympho.  I knew it."

I was so surprised.  I'd been talking to Miori mainly in Japanese, but I 
guess I'd mixed in some English words, and somehow he figured out what I 
was saying.

"Calm down, will you?  I'm not a nympho."

"Oh yeah, then what are you?  You just said you got off flashing all your 
male friends down at the dorm there."

"That's not what I said.  You misunderstood.  That thing was all Ricardo 
and Takuya's fault not mine.  Those guys tricked me."

"No, no, I heard what you said.  You loved it.  Aw man, wait till I tell 
Dylan and Scott."

"Who are Dylan and Scott?  Just calm down, OK?  Don't you dare tell 
anyone."

"So you admit it then.  Can you show them?"

"Show them what?"

"Your body, man.  Scott and Dylan have never even had a girlfriend!"

"And you have?"

"Sure, man.  I've dated tons of girls."

I just laughed.  I'd never even seen Brandon talk to a girl, let alone date 
one.  He was still so young - a high school student - and a pretty quiet 
one too, most of the time.

"Anyway, I'm not going to show your friends or anyone else for that matter. 
 Like I keep telling you, I'm not that kind of girl."

"Oh come on, Emi.  Please.  You have to.  It would mean so much to them.  
It really would."

"No, no way."  I went to leave, but Brandon just followed me back into my 
room.

"Oh come on, Emi, please.  I mean it.  We'd be sooooo grateful."

I just looked at him.  At least, it looked like he wasn't going to try 
telling his mom on me again.

"Anyway, I'm not going to show anyone.  If you want to bring your friends 
here some time, I can meet with them, but that's all."

He gave me this puppy dog look.

"Listen, Brandon.  You're a good boy.  I know that.  But I think the best 
idea is for you and your friends to find some girl you like, and ask her 
out instead.  I can help you if you like.  Give you some advice or 
whatever."

"Oh, Emi, you don't understand at all.  The girls at school are nothing 
like you.  They're all stuck up and stupid and ugly."

This was a pretty back-handed way of complimenting me, but frankly, it 
surprised me he would even say that.  I had already wondered if Brandon 
might have a crush on me, but I didn't really expect him to come so close 
to saying it.  Even my boyfriend Ryosuke rarely said things like that.  I 
did feel sympathy for Brandon, for what it must be like to be in high 
school, curious about the opposite sex, but not know what to do.  We've all 
been through that phase I guess.

"Um, yeah well, anyway... I still think if you look around, you're bound to 
find someone you like.  Like I said, I'll try to help."

Brandon didn't look really satisfied, but he let it go.  I must admit I was 
kind of surprised about how he handled the whole situation.  I'd been so 
worried that he'd try to tell Loretta on me again, but he didn't seem to be 
thinking about that at all.  Instead of thinking I was strange, it was 
almost like he looked up to me as a woman with experience.  Very few people 
treat me like that, and frankly, it felt good.

I had managed to get Brandon to settle down a bit, but one problem was it 
was starting to getting really hot out.  I guess I've told you, but I can't 
take the heat.  I have to take showers or go swimming or dress really light 
or else I die.  In years past, I used to sleep in my underwear, but now 
with Brandon starting to worry more about girls and stuff, I'd have to 
dress more properly, or risk giving him the wrong idea.

One outfit I had was the robin's egg blue halter and shorts set I got at my 
cousin Namie's wedding.  It was brief enough to feel cool in, but look 
decent enough, sort of like a gym outfit.  I'd been wearing it a lot, so I 
had to get out, and get some new clothes.

That weekend, Brandon brought his friends Dylan and Scott over to meet me.  
I'd seen them around before, but I'd never really talked with them at all.  
They seemed really excited to meet me, which was kind of nice.  They told 
me about the girls they knew at school and what problems they'd been having 
getting the girls to take them seriously.  I listened carefully.  They 
seemed like nice enough guys, but they were obviously inexperienced, 
awkward even.  I told them to just be honest with the girls they asked out. 
 They hemmed and hawed, and explained how they got all tongue-tied when 
they talked to girls.

"I'm a girl," I reminded them.  They went silent, and blushed.  I thought 
that was kind of cute.

"No, but you're different."

I smiled.  I told them each to choose a girl, talk to her, and come back, 
and tell me how it went.  They came over to our house quite a bit after 
that.  Brandon was a bit hesitant to tell me everything, but I learned an 
awful lot about Dylan and Scott's lives - the girls they liked, their plans 
and disappointments.  They seemed like pretty sensitive guys.  I kept 
telling that soon enough girls would notice how nice they were, and things 
would go well for them.

Not long after that, we all ended up going out shopping together at the big 
mall.  I needed some new outfits, and I promised to help them pick out some 
cool-looking clothes.  While we were there we ran into Yuuki, the Japanese 
girl I told you about who runs a Japan goods stall in the middle of the 
mall.

"Oh Yuuki, how are you doing?" I asked her switching to Japanese.  Brandon 
and them just kept their distance while the two of us talked.

"Emi was it?  Yeah, I'm fine.  How about you?  What are you shopping for 
today?"

"Oh I just want to get some new outfits and maybe some accessories for the 
fireworks show.  You've heard about that, have you?"

"Oh yeah, Takuya told me.  I was planning on going too.  I've even got my 
own yukata and everything."

"Where did you get that?"

"Oh Mr. Kishitani brings me over clothes from Japan every once in a while.  
I don't bring them to the stall, but if you are interested, you could come 
by my place, and I could show you.  It's all new stuff, the latest 
fashions."

Mr. Kishitani was her boss.

"Really?  Um, sure, that sounds great!  I've been having trouble finding 
stuff in my size."

"OK, great.  Here, I'll give you my phone number.  Oh by the way, who are 
your friends?" she asked nodding towards Brandon and company.

"My host mom's son and his friends."

"Cute," she grinned with this naughty gleam in her eye.

"No, it's nothing like that," I told her, denying it.  I looked over at 
Brandon.  I hadn't really thought about it, but he was growing up to be 
quite a handsome boy.  "Would you like me to introduce you?" I offered.

"No, no thanks.  I still have my sights set on Mr. Kishitani," she giggled.

"Good luck!"

"Yeah, you too," she winked mischievously.  I just laughed.  I found it so 
funny that she thought I would actually go out with Brandon.  He was a bit 
young, but I guess so was she.

Anyway, the four of us hit the stores, and we ended up buying a few new 
things.  A few days later, I gave Yuuki a call, and arranged to go over, 
and see what clothes she had.  It turned out that she lived right downtown, 
not far from the train station.  Her apartment was up on the sixth floor.  
It was small, just a bedroom, a balcony and a tiny bathroom.  Out the 
window, there was a condo building just across the way.

"It must be expensive here," I noted, looking out the window at the people 
on the city streets below.

"It's not that bad, a lot cheaper than Tokyo anyway."

Yuuki was at least a couple of years younger than I was, but she didn't 
seem to be going to school at all.  I liked her though.  She seemed so 
confident for a girl so young.  She pulled a whole bunch of clothes out of 
her closet, and set them down on her bed.  They were a bit flashy - 
mini-skirts, hiphuggers, bubblegum pink halters and silver belts, like the 
clothes she wore at the mall.  I wonder if I could get away with wearing 
the same thing.  My boyfriend Ryosuke would like them for sure.

"Um, can I try them on?"

"Sure, be my guest."

I glanced over at her bathroom.

"Oh, sorry," she said.  "It's a bit cramped in there.  I usually just 
change out here."

I looked out the window again at the rows and rows of condo windows.  There 
was a light on in one or two, but it mostly looked like no one was home.

"I can close the drapes if you want," she offered, getting up.

"No, that's OK," I nodded sitting down on her bed.  She stared right at me, 
and then finally spoke.

"I don't know if I should be telling you this or not, but I've heard some 
stories about you."

I looked at her, a bit surprised.

"What kind of stories?" I asked trying to act calm, as I undid my jeans, 
and slid them down.

"Um, like, Takuya was saying those guys have seen you naked a few times."

I felt a little shiver run up my spine.  I stood up, straightened my 
panties, and picked up a pair of her hiphuggers, feeling a bit jittery.

"What?  What did he tell you?"

"Oh I don't know.  He didn't go into the details.  I was a bit curious 
though.  What happened?"

I looked at her for a moment unsure of how much to tell her.  I guess I 
could trust her, but I felt kind of weird.

"Oh, it was just them and their silly games.  I was sleeping over at their 
dorm one night in Satomi's room, and Ricardo knocked on the door saying 
there was a call from my mom on the phone downstairs.  I went down in my 
towel, and Takuya the perv ripped it right off me."

Yuuki laughed.

"Why'd you go down in your towel?"

"I don't know.  It was early in the morning, and I wasn't dressed yet.  
When Ricardo said it was from my mom, I knew I had to rush.  It had to be 
long distance."

"That's so funny."

I pulled on her jeans, but they were really tight, and I had trouble 
getting them all the way up.  I finally managed to get them buttoned up, 
but they were cut so low that you could see my panties over the top.

"Woops!" I laughed, showing her.

"Oh, you have to wear special lingerie with those..." she said, pulling 
some low rise panties out of her drawer to show me.  "Or nothing at all."

I looked down at the seat of her jeans, wondering if she was joking.  Her 
jeans hung so low that you could see the crack of her buttocks peeking out 
over the top.  Bending over as she was, it was all the more obvious.

"Are you wearing any now?" I asked unable to hold back my curiosity.

"Of course," she assured me.  I kept right on staring at her, so she 
finally undid her jeans, and let them down to show me.  Her panties were a 
demure white stretch cotton, low enough but not too low.

"Sorry," I apologized, blushing.

"Here, can I try on your jeans?" she asked.  "I just want to see how they 
fit."

"Sure."  I pulled off her jeans, and stood there for a moment wondering 
what to do.  "Um, can I borrow your shower?  I get a bit sticky in the hot 
weather," I asked.

"Yeah, go ahead."

I looked out the window again, trying to tell if anyone was looking in.  My 
eyes were drawn to the lights, but I couldn't see anyone in those 
apartments.  I peeled off my panties, top and bra in no time, feeling 
distinctly naughty to be stripping in front of the window.

"Have Hiro and Takuya ever played tricks like that on you?" I asked, 
feeling a bit friskier now that I was naked.

"No, not really," she replied.  It was hard to read her expression, but she 
didn't seem shocked at all to see me standing here naked by her window.

"Have they ever seen you naked?" I continued calmly.

"No," she answered more defensively.

"Can I borrow a towel?"

She looked at me a bit quizically, and then started rummaging through her 
drawers.  I walked over, and stood right in the middle of her window 
looking out at the building across the street.  As my eyes focussed, I 
suddenly realized there was someone in the window directly across from us 
staring right at me, standing here naked as a jaybird.  I quickly backed 
away, a bit shocked to find someone watching.  Yuuki looked over, and I 
whispered,

"There's someone there."

She handed me the towel, and went over to look.

"Yeah, I don't know who that is.  Maybe you shouldn't stand so close to the 
window," she warned.

"Sorry," I bowed an apology, and then scurried off to her bathroom.  I got 
into the tub, turned on the water, and tried to calm down.  I don't know 
why I keep doing things like that.  It serves me right getting caught.  I 
sure hope I don't bump into him on the street.

Before long, I heard someone knocking on Yuuki's door.  I was afraid at 
first that someone had called the police or something, but it turned out to 
be one of Yuuki's friends, a Japanese boy who lived downstairs.  I quickly 
finished washing up, turned off the shower, and dried myself off.

"Who's here?" I heard him ask.

"Oh, it's just my friend, Emi.  I was just showing her some of my clothes, 
seeing if she's interested."

He sounded young, Yuuki's age maybe.  At first, I thought he might be her 
boyfriend, but it sounded like he was more interested in her than she was 
in him.  Once I was all dry, I wrapped the towel around myself, and 
cautiously stepped out.

"Hello," he smiled.  "My name's Akira."

"Emi," I bowed, sitting down on the bed.  Yuuki's towel was bit on the 
small side, but I think I more-or-less had everything covered.  Without 
really wanting to, I was getting all excited again.

"Where do you two know each other from?" he asked eyeing my bare shoulders 
and legs.

"Emi comes by to my stall at the mall every once in a while, don't you?"

I nodded, and brushed the hair out of my eyes.  I was holding the towel 
close against my breasts with one arm, but I could feel the knot 
unravelling at the back.  I blinked nervously under his gaze, and I was 
also worried about the guy in the window across the way.

"Anyway, I'd better get dressed," I bowed again, hoping he would leave.

"Oh, uh, yeah, right.  OK, maybe see you guys a bit later," he suggested 
hopefully.

"See you, Akira," Yuuki said, escorting him out.  I stood up, and my towel 
fell all the way open at the back, exposing my bare bottom.  I don't think 
Akira saw, but when I looked out the window, that guy was still there 
staring over at me.  I could also see other people buzzing around in their 
apartments now.  They didn't seem to be looking this way, but perhaps that 
was only because they hadn't noticed me yet.

Yuuki closed the door, latched it, and came back.  I nodded over at the 
peeping tom.

"Kind of unnerving, isn't it?"

"I guess.  I never really noticed him before."

I turned back to Yuuki, who was wearing my jeans.

"How do they fit?"

"A little bit baggy.  You have wide hips."

"No, you're so thin.  I'm envious."

"Don't be.  Akira sure took a shining to you quick."

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"No, he's just some guy who lives here.  I don't really know him that well, 
but he keeps knocking on my door, bugging me for things."

"It looks like he's got a thing for you."

She laughed.  I turned back to her clothes on the bed.

"How much does all this stuff cost?"

"Um, I don't know.  Instead of paying me money, I was wondering if you'd be 
willing to fill in for me a day or two at the stall.  I've got a friend 
coming over, but I don't want to just shut the stall down.  We do a good 
business, you know."

"Um, isn't there anyone else who could...?"

"No, not really.  I don't want to ask Takuya or Hiro.  They don't know how 
to sell this stuff anyway.  But you look like you know what you're doing."

"Really?"

"Yeah, part of it is you've got to dress the part, flirt with the customers 
a bit.  You'd be a natural."

I pulled the towel tighter around myself, glancing back at the window 
again.

"I don't know.  I'm not really good at that kind of thing."

"No, no, you'd be great.  I can tell.  Listen, just try it once, and if you 
don't like it, we'll just shut it down till my friend goes home."

I wasn't quite sure what to say, but in the end, I told her yes.  I was 
getting bored of studying, so I thought it would be fun to try something 
different.  Also, I kind of liked her style, how she seemed so calm and 
cool with everything.  She seemed so different from Satomi and my other 
friends.

Well, I guess I'd better stop her for now.  I'll try to write again soon.

Emi Tsuruta
My web site:
/~emitsuruta/

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