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Halloween 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 and what we've been doing, please
drop by my home page at:
/~emitsuruta/

   I guess this was in the autumn a couple of years ago.  Halloween was
coming, and my boyfriend Ryosuke and I started talking about which parties
we should go to.  The week before Halloween, the Japanese Student Union was
hosting a party in a bar near campus.  Also, Ryosuke's friend Kenta had
invited the two of us up to Los Angeles for another smaller Halloween party
at his place that weekend.

   Next I had to decide what to wear.  At the JSU, they'd announced that
they were giving out prizes for the scariest and the sexiest costume. 
Ryosuke was joking that I should go for the sexiest costume, but honestly,
I didn't really care so much about the prize or anything.  I just wanted to
go, and have a good time.  Even so, I remembered what Ryosuke had said when
I went out shopping for a costume.

   At first, it was hard to imagine what kind of costume I should choose.
Of course I had vague memories of what I'd seen people wearing the year
before, but what I really wanted to know was what the other girls would be
wearing.  My friend Satomi had told me she was going as a witch, and Asuna
had bought a pair of devil's horns to put on her head.  I wanted something
special though, something nice.

   Downtown, I found this one kind of cool-looking retro shop which sold
things like black lights and glow-in-the-dark wall hangings.  In the back,
they had a selection of kung fu suits, pajamas and Chinese dresses.  The
store clerk, a youngish Chinese American man, came back to see if I had any
questions.  What caught my eye most was this beautiful red Chinese dress.
It looked like something one of those dragon ladies would wear in one of
those old time movies.  The color was so vivid and bright.  It almost
looked like it was made of silk.  I tried it on in the change booth.  It
looked OK at the front, but the problem was it was so short you could
almost see my panties at the back.  I showed it to the clerk, and he just
said I looked great.  I checked some of the other dresses they had, but I
ended up buying the red dress anyway.  In any case, I could wear a coat
over it, and bring something else to change into just in case it didn't
work out.

   Ryosuke was in a funny mood the night of the party, not exactly grumpy
or anything, but just sort of distant, like he had something - or someone -
else on his mind.  I thought maybe he would perk up once he saw my dress.
He did look mildly pleased when I took off my coat, but the problem was
there were a whole bunch of other girls there in sexy outfits.  My friend
Yuki was dressed up as a nurse in a uniform that showed off her shoulders.
This other girl was dressed as a cheerleader, and another as a burlesque
stripper with a garter on her thigh.

   I eventually got tired of Ryosuke staring at all these other girls, so I
went to the washroom.  I hadn't had that much to drink, only a cocktail or
two, but my face felt hot, and I was starting to feel funny.  I turned
around, and glanced over my shoulder at my rear end in the mirror.  Maybe
these panties are the problem.  If I take them off, that would sure catch
his attention.  The problem was how to let him see without letting anyone
else notice.  I practiced in the mirror a bit, trying to figure out how to
hold my body to either hide or show off my rear.  Once I thought I had it,
I slid off my panties, and hid them away in my purse.  The whole idea must
sound kind of silly, but like I said, I was a bit drunk.

   When I came back outside, the feeling of the air on my pussy was making
it hard to keep a straight face.  I stood by the pool table, trying to get
Ryosuke's attention, but he was too busy talking to his friend, and
checking out the other costumes.  I wanted to bend over to show him by bare
bottom, but the problem was there were all these other guys around,
watching me, trying to make small talk.  Part of me was glad that they
seemed so interested, but I was also kind of worried that they might notice
I was pantiless.  Then, this one guy Margas came up to me.  He was a
notorious womanizer and pretty drunk.

   "Hey, Emi, nice costume!" he yelled over the music.

   "Thanks," I nodded.  I guess I was vaguely hoping that Ryosuke would get
jealous seeing Margas hit on me, but Margas was coming on pretty strong,
and I was so worried I eventually ran away to the table where Satomi and
Asuna were standing.  I couldn't sit down at all without giving myself
away, so I stood there, doing my best to keep everything covered.  Satomi
looked at me strange, sensing I guess something was up.  Margas followed me
over, and kept trying to get me interested, but he was just so drunk.  I
kept on ignoring him, and eventually, he got the message, and headed off to
hit on some other girl.

   Once Margas left, I maneuvered myself around to the back of the girl's
table against the wall.  I was trying to find a place where Ryosuke would
be able to see me, but none of the other guys could.  It was hard to tell
for sure, but eventually, when I thought I'd found the right spot, I leaned
forward, holding my drink, excitedly joining in the conversation with the
other girls.  I knew this would pull my skirt up, showing off my bare
buttocks cheeks.  I don't know why, but Ryosuke didn't seem to notice at
all.  I waited till he was looking this way again, and then leaned forward
further showing him even more of my bare behind.  Ryosuke still didn't see,
but Satomi could tell something was up, and grabbed my hand giving me this
disapproving look.

   I was beginning to feel a bit frustrated.  Here I'd gone to all this
trouble of taking off my panties, but Ryosuke seemed more interested in
talking to his friends.  I glanced around the bar.  There was this one
American guy sitting not far from us.  He was a bit rough around the edges,
unshaven with a beat up leather jacket, but he did seem kind of handsome,
and wasn't hitting on any of the girls.  Hoping to get Ryosuke jealous, I
peeked over at the rough guy giving him my best mysterious smile, but he
didn't even blink.

   Maybe it was the alcohol, but I began to get a bit more daring, leaning
forward to pick up my drink, 'accidentally' flashing the American guy my
bare bottom.  Eventually, he noticed, but by then, Ryosuke had clued in
too, and didn't look so happy.  I straightened up, and gazed over at
Ryosuke, but I could tell by the look on his face that he thought I'd been
trying to come on to this other guy.  I was glad that Ryosuke had at last
shown a little jealousy.  This other guy was watching me now, so soon, I
went back to the washroom, and pulled my panties back on.  I know I'm a
chicken and everything, but I swear I was so nervous, and I decided to call
it a day.

   Then, that weekend, we headed up to Los Angeles for Kenta's Halloween
party.  I didn't want to wear the same costume twice, but Ryosuke told me
that he'd picked up a costume for me, and would bring it along.  He
wouldn't tell me what it was though, so I was a bit worried, but I decided
to trust him.

   Kenta had offered to let us stay at his condo, so we dropped by there
first.  Kenta took us out for a late lunch, but for some reason, Masayo and
Mieko showed up, these two Japanese girls who used to go to Oceanview
University with Kenta, Ryosuke and me.  They must have moved to L.A.  at
the same time as Kenta and Futoshi, another friend of Ryosuke's, and the
four of them had kept in touch.  Ryosuke knew Masayo and Mieko too, and
they all started talking about old times, making all these in-jokes which I
didn't understand.

   To tell you the truth, I'd never been happy with how well Ryosuke seemed
to get along with Masayo in particular.  I know I shouldn't be jealous, but
it was like Ryosuke would always light up whenever she was around, tease
her and stuff the way he used to tease me.  It's not like she's that
good-looking or anything - she has kind of a box-like figure - but there
was definitely something between them.  Maybe it wasn't a big problem, but
at the time I was pretty worried.

   Luckily, after lunch, Masayo and Mieko had other plans, so it was just
Ryosuke and I who came back to Kenta's.  In Kenta's condo, he knocked on
one of the neighbor's doors, and this guy named Warren answered, a Chinese
American friend of Kenta's.  He invited us in, and Warren's mom made us
some tea.  She seemed quite excited to see me for some reason, and Warren
seemed a bit embarrassed.  It seems that even though Warren had landed a
good job in a local computer startup, he was terribly shy, and not too many
girls had come to visit him at his family's condo there.  His mom was
hoping I guess that I might be a special friend of his.  I felt a bit
awkward, but I guess I could see how she might misunderstand.  Once we got
Warren talking, it turned out that he knew an awful lot about movies, and
he recommended a few good ones that had come out lately.

   Around supper time, we headed back to Kenta's apartment, had supper, and
then started getting ready.  Kenta dressed up as an F1 race car driver in
this bright orange jumpsuit carrying a racing helmet.  I had to help
Ryosuke put on his costume.  He dressed up as Ryoma Sakamoto, one of the
heroes of the Meiji Restoration.  He brought the clothes with him - a
hakama (samurai pants), haori (coat) and a sword - but he needed my help to
do his hair up in chonmage style (like sumo wrestlers wear).  Once we were
finished, he stood up, and showed us.  He looked so good, almost like the
real Sakamoto.  I thought it was so funny.

   "So are you finally going to tell me what I get to go as?" I asked.

   "I was thinking you could go as Eve."

   "What?"

   "You know.  Like in the bible: Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden." He
opened his bag, and pulled out a bunch of props: an apple, a rubber snake,
a fig leaf and a long wig for my head.

   "But where's my costume?" I asked not quite understanding what he was
suggesting.

   "This is it," he said, pointing to the props.

   "No, but I mean what do I wear for clothes?"

   "Oh, yeah.  I forgot." He pulled out a bottle that said 'spirit gum' on
the label.

   "What's that?" I asked.

   "For getting the fig leaf to stay on."

   Kenta broke out into a big smile.

   "Oh, that's classic.  You have to do it, Emi.  You have to."

   "What?  What do you mean?  You want me to go naked?"

   "No, not naked.  You use the fig leaf to cover your pubes.  And you let
the hair on your wig hang down, so it covers your tits.  Here take off your
clothes, and I'll show you."

   Kenta was still standing there in his crazy orange jumpsuit grinning
like an idiot.

   "What about my...  um..." I was so embarrassed I could barely finish. 
"What about my backside?"

   "You've seen Eve, haven't you?  She just went bare-assed.  Here I've got
a picture." He pulled one out of his bag.  In the picture, she looked
decent enough, but that was because it was some 17th century European
painting.

   "Oh come on guys.  You're not serious.  Kenta will get a nosebleed
again."

   Kenta had caught me in embarrassing situations a few times, and he
always seemed to get overexcited.

   "Don't mind me," Kenta said.  "I think it's a great idea.  If anyone can
pull it off, it's you, Emi."

   All I could do was laugh.  Ryosuke kept insisting I try it.  I'll admit
I've done some crazy things before, but this would be too much.  I couldn't
just wander around naked in front of all these strangers.  Soon, we heard
the doorbell ring, and Kenta went out to hand out the treats he had bought.

   "What else could I go as?  Maybe I could make a toga with Kenta's
sheets."

   "Oh come on, Emi.  This is the perfect chance.  Everyone here dresses up
weird for Halloween.  You've seen them.  It'll be great."

   I picked up the fig leaf to show him how small it was.

   "Here, just try it, and see how it is."

   This is how Ryosuke always is I swear.  He always says 'just for a
minute' or 'try it' or something, and before I know it, I'm doing the
craziest thing.

   "Oh come on Ryosuke.  Get serious," I said trying on the wig.

   "I am serious."

   "I look like a bad horror movie hostess."

   The doorbell rang again, and it was Futoshi.  I took off the wig, and
came out to say hi, still in my jeans and blouse.  He was dressed up like
an astronaut.

   "Where's your costume?" he asked.  I grimaced at Ryosuke, but he just
pointed toward the wig.

   "I didn't bring one," I pouted.  Soon Masayo, Mieko and the rest all
arrived.  They all had really great costumes, but I was the only one
without.  I hung around in the kitchen, mixing drinks, and eventually, went
off to Kenta's room to see if I could whip up a toga.  With no bobby pins
and no Satomi to help, it was kind of hopeless.  Ryosuke brought me in a
daiquiri, but it was obviously spiked.  I took a sip to make him happy, but
he got bored, and went out to flirt with Masayo.

   The night wore on, and eventually, people starting heading home.  Masayo
seemed determined to hang around as long as possible.  I guess she doesn't
get to see Ryosuke that often.  Once she and Mieko had left, Ryosuke, Kenta
and Futoshi came into the kitchen to talk to me.

   "So why didn't you bring a costume?" Futoshi asked.

   "She has one.  She just won't wear it," Ryosuke mugged.

   "What is it?  Let's see."

   Ryosuke and Kenta kept urging me on, so eventually, I went into Kenta's
room to find it.  Ryosuke wandered in, and closed the door, serious all of
a sudden.  Just to tease him, I started unbuttoning my blouse.

   "What?  You aren't going to change into it now that everyone's gone, are
you?" he remarked edgily.  "The party's over."

   I ambled over to him, pinning him up against the door.

   "You were the one who wanted me to wear it," I breathed into his ear. 
He gave me a kiss, writing off my forwardness as a product of the daiquiri
he'd given me.  We started to kiss more passionately, both of us heated up.
I wasn't really drunk at all, but I was starting to get excited.  Ryosuke
seemed uneasy knowing Kenta and Futoshi were nearby, but if anything, that
got me even more aroused.  I gazed out the window at the apartments across
the way, as I peeled off my blouse, feeling much bolder all of a sudden. 
Ryosuke went over, and closed the curtains.

   "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, all nervous now.  It's
hard to explain why, but seeing Ryosuke worried help me get up my nerve.  I
peeled off my jeans, getting a faint thrill from stripping here in Kenta's
apartment.  Ryosuke shut off the lights, but I continued to strip, removing
my socks, bra and panties.  I stood there naked spreading my legs in my
best sexy pose for Ryosuke to see in the dim light.  Maybe we both wanted
to make love, but we couldn't with the two boys right outside waiting.

   I fumbled around, found the spirit gum, and tried to paste the fig leaf
over my pubic hair.  My hands were shaking from the excitement.  The leaf
was big enough, made out of latex or Lycra or something, but it was so
slippery it kept falling off every time I tried to stick it on.  I gently
rubbed the spirit gum just around the edges of my pubic hair, and finally
got the leaf more-or-less stuck on.  Even without the spirit gum, I was
starting to get wet.

   I pulled on the wig next.  The brown hair was unnaturally long, almost
down to my waist, but thick enough that it covered most of my breasts.  I
rubbed some spirit gum onto my breasts getting more and more excited.  I
hung the rubber snake around my shoulders, and picked up the apple.  I
asked Ryosuke to turn the lights back on, so I could see myself in the
mirror.  I looked completely silly of course, but I was too worked up to
care.

   Ryosuke went to the door, and waited for my signal to open it.  I took a
few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.  I was so nervous, but even
worse I was so horny.  I could feel my breasts swelling up.  My hello kitty
was tingling like crazy.  Ryosuke finally opened the door, and Futoshi and
Kenta looked over.

   "Well, what do you think?" I asked my voice wavering from nervousness.

   "Here, let us see the back," Kenta said, almost breathless.  I turned,
and showed them my bare behind, out of my head with excitement.  I felt
like I was in another world.  Kenta kept staring at me with lust in his
eyes hardly able to control himself.  Futoshi, ever the gentleman, looked
calmer on the outside, but you could see a spark of wildness in his eyes. I
was shaking from the tension.  I shuddered one more time, and then finally
managed to hold still.

   "You look gorgeous.  It's the best costume I've ever seen.  Here, let's
go knock on Warren's door, and show him."

   "What?" I gasped, shocked.

   "Come on.  He's just down the hall.  It'll blow him away.  You heard his
mom.  He's never even had a girl up to his place."

   I held back, but Kenta kept insisting, and finally Ryosuke nodded. 
Ryosuke seemed pretty quiet for once, but I guess he was curious to see how
far I was willing to take this.  Once I'd got out in the hall, my head felt
like a five alarm fire blaze.  I couldn't believe I was walking down the
hall practically naked.  Kenta led the way, while Ryosuke and Futoshi
followed me, trying not to laugh too loud as they drooled over my bare
behind.  I stood behind Ryosuke as Kenta knocked on Warren's door.  Warren
opened the door with his glasses on, hair tousled, looking a little out of
sorts.  Kenta finally signaled for Ryosuke to get out of the way, and
Warren's eyes practically bugged out of his head when he saw me standing
there almost naked save for my fig leaf.

   "It was their idea!" I protested covering the fig leaf with my hand, and
feeling incredibly embarrassed.  Warren's mom must have heard them all
laughing though because soon you could hear her coming.  I ran off as fast
as I could down the hall, dropping the apple and losing the fig leaf in the
process.  I had to wait at Kenta's door for him to let me back in.  My
heart was just pounding away.  I was so worried that Warren's mom would
come out, and see me.

   Kenta came up, licking his lips as he stared at my pussy.  I hit him for
leering, but I was so horny by then it wasn't even funny.  Warren came out
into the hall, to get a better look, and I did a little dance for him, my
"I'm so embarrassed to be out here naked" dance.  Futoshi seemed quite
fascinated with my pubic hair as well, and even when we got back inside, I
couldn't calm down for the life of me.

   "Wow, Emi!  You're something else!" Kenta enthused.  "I always knew you
were a little wild, but I can't you believe you went all the way down there
practically naked."

   I could hardly believe it myself.  My heart was beating so fast I
thought it might burst.  Still naked, I climbed up onto one of the high
stools at the bar, and tried to get the wig untangled from my hair. 
Ryosuke came over, and put his hand on my back sending a little jolt of
electricity through my body.  I was so high I swear I would have done just
about anything.

   "Honey, I think you'd better get back dressed," he whispered, protective
all of a sudden.  I looked back at Kenta and Futoshi who were both just
standing there open-mouthed gawking at me.

   "Oh I don't know.  This is kind of fun," I teased him, finally getting
the wig off.  "Let's play a game." I turned to face them, reveling in their
shocked faces as I showed them my pussy and breasts.  I was so horny, but
also in the back of my mind, I was trying to get Ryosuke back for flirting
with Masayo all night.  Looking back, I probably should have toned it down
a little, but in my semi-drunk state, I was having fun.

   Kenta and Futoshi looked keen on playing a game, but spoilsport Ryosuke
ended up herding me back to the bedroom to get dressed.  I guess I should
have been grateful, but at the time, I thought he was just being a stick in
the mud, spoiling my fun.  Closing the door, he handed me my bra and
panties, but I scooted out past him to the bathroom, flashing the guys
again in the process.  I splashed some cold water on my face, slowly
realizing that what I was doing was completely insane.  Who hangs around
naked in a guy friend's apartment?  I eventually went back to the bedroom,
and got dressed.

   When I came back out though, Kenta and Futoshi were still staring at me,
unable to believe how brazen I'd been.  For some reason, they still have
this picture of me as basically a good girl, even though they've seen me do
plenty of crazy things in my time.

   Sleeping that night in Kenta's place was so weird because all three of
them were so worked up.  They let me sleep in Kenta's bed, but he kept
coming in to get things, hoping to catch me changing I guess.  I borrowed
some boy-style pajamas from Kenta, and got changed in the bathroom, but
even I have to admit I was still feeling a bit randy.

   The next morning when I awoke, the three of them were still asleep on
the living room carpet.  The sun was streaming in through the glass balcony
doors, but it was still pretty early.  I went into the kitchen to pour
myself some juice, but soon I heard rustling, and Kenta appeared in the
doorway.  It was hard to see his face against the bright light, but he
appeared to be smirking.

   "That's quite some stunt you pulled last night," he guffawed.  I
shrugged trying to pretend like it was no big deal.  He was leering down at
my hips, and from the looks of it, he'd woken up with a hard on.  I
grimaced feeling a bit uncomfortable, but he moved closer fingering my pj
bottoms.

   "Can I have another look?" he asked.

   "Nooo waaay!" I squealed, hoping to wake up Ryosuke.  Kenta put his
finger to my lips, signaling for me to hush, and then started undoing the
belt on my pj bottoms.  Kenta had always been a little strange, staring
over at me with this weird look on his face that time I'd lost at strip
poker, or getting a nose bleed the time he and Futoshi found me sunbathing
naked on his balcony.  I'd sometimes wondered if he had a crush on me, but
this was obviously just pure lust, pure desire.  I guess I really shouldn't
have gotten naked in front of him last night.  Now he must think I'm some
kind of nympho.

   Not knowing quite how to react, I just stood there, as he dragged down
my bottoms.  He kneeled down in front of me, and I could feel his breath on
my most sensitive place.  I felt afraid, not knowing quite what to do.  He
reached around, and grabbed my bare buttocks, pulling me closer.  He buried
his face in my pussy, obviously trying to taste me with his tongue.  I
grabbed his head trying to push him away, but he held me tight pulling at
my buttocks, trying to get me excited.  I have to admit I was a bit
excited, bottomless in the kitchen, being licked by my boyfriend's best
friend, but anyway, this had to stop.

   Luckily, soon, I could hear sounds of life coming from the living room.
Kenta pulled away, and looked up at me, obviously torn between his desire
for me and common sense.  I nodded for him to let go of my bare behind, and
he finally did.  I pulled my bottoms up, and not a second too soon, because
suddenly Ryosuke appeared in the doorway.  Kenta and I turned away from
each other, trying to pretend like nothing had happened, but my heart was
pounding so loud I thought he would hear.  I had absolutely no desire to
cheat on Ryosuke, especially with him right there, but somehow I felt
guilty as if somehow I had caused all this.  Both Kenta and I stayed quiet
after that, but luckily, soon it was time to leave, and go back home to
Oceanview.  I didn't even look at Kenta when we said goodbye, but anyway,
hopefully, he'd settle back down before we met next.
   Emi Tsuruta /~emitsuruta/ 

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