When I first met her, she was 19ish, dressed in a happi jacket and loincloth, trying to hide from the guys who were staring at her nearly bare backside. I thought she was so shy, but then when I went to her house, she stripped naked right in front of me, and I realized that she was anything but. She did the same thing when she came to my house, coming out from the bath naked into the kitchen, accidentally letting my dad see her. It took a long time to calm him down after that. She is a precocious minx.
Anyway, despite her eccentricities, I was looking forward to having her here. She really is one of my closest friends, one of the few people I tell everything to. She was only going to stay for a week, but she’d been talking about coming here to study. That would be so cool, Em and M together taking on California!
Before she arrived though, I was a little bit worried about how this all was going to go. She tends to develop boy fans wherever she goes. She was flying in through Los Angeles, and would probably be a bit jet-lagged, so I arranged for us to spend the first night at Futoshi’s. Futoshi is one of my boyfriend Ryosuke’s friends. Ryosuke hadn’t shown that much interest in Miori at the festival. Maybe she is too cutesy for him, but I was a bit worried about how Futoshi would react.
Miori came out the arrivals gate, dressed for summer–big sunglasses, a straw hat and a sleeveless floral sundress. Maybe she thought this was L. A., and was trying to dress like a Hollywood movie star. As soon as she saw me though, she came over, and gave me a hug. She seemed so excited to be here, literally beaming.
I introduced her to Futoshi. Both Ryosuke and Futoshi had goofy looks on their faces. I put my arm around Ryosuke reminding him of who his girlfriend is.
Futoshi drove us back to his place, so Miori could get some sleep. He let her sleep in his bed. Once Miori was settled in, Ryosuke, Futoshi and I went out to get a coffee. They both seemed so pleased. Futoshi letting her sleep in his bed was already pretty suspicious. They swore they would sleep out in the living room, but Futoshi was definitely giving her special treatment.
When we got back to the apartment, we peeked in, and I was dismayed to find Miori sleeping in just a boy-style p.j. top and white cotton panties. Ryosuke and Futoshi tried to pretend like it was no big deal, but I could tell they were fascinated by her cute little panty-clad bottom. She has these remarkably round cushy butt cheeks though she’s pretty slender otherwise.
“Hey!” I protested. Ryosuke rushed to reassure me,
“Your ass is much better.” Geez! Thanks!
The next morning, when I got up, Miori was still traipsing around in her panties. I finally convinced her to go in for a shower, and then kept guard so the boys didn’t try to spy in on her. You could hear her cheerfully singing away, seemingly unaware of all the fuss she was causing.
Once we were all ready, Futoshi took us to Hollywood to look for movie stars. We did see some people who looked like they might be famous.
After supper, Futoshi dropped us off at the train station. Futoshi looked sorry to see Miori go, but we promised to stop in, maybe on the way back.
Ryosuke, Miori and I took a train to Oceanview. Ryosuke seemed a bit more talkative than usual, but maybe he was just trying to be helpful. I held his arm again feeling a bit insecure.
When we got to Oceanview, Ryosuke headed back to his own house, while Miori and I came to mine. Brandon, my host mother Loretta’s son, came out to meet her. His eyes went wide when he saw how cute she was. I felt a bit jealous. Usually, Ryosuke, Futoshi and them make a big deal about me.
It was getting late, so I got Miori set up in the shower, and lent her my biggest pair of p.j.’s, just so she wouldn’t go prancing around in her undies again. She came down to the living room where Brandon and I were watching TV, still toweling off her wet hair. She didn’t look happy with her frumpy p.j.’s, but I thought it was for the best. Loretta has kind of told me not to tease Brandon, and the same should go for my friends.
I took Miori back upstairs, and got out a futon for her to sleep on the floor, but she didn’t like that plan.
“What?” I asked.
“I just thought we could sleep together… in the same bed.”
I guess it was an innocent enough request… but there was something about the way she said it. I’d slept in the same bed with friends before and my boyfriend of course, but I was a bit worried about what Loretta might think. I shut the door, and the two of us slipped into my bed.
It’d been a while since I’d slept with another girl. She smelled so fresh and clean, so feminine compared with Ryosuke. Eventually, I did manage to drift off to sleep.
Later, when I awoke in the middle of the night, Miori had one arm wrapped round my tummy like I was her teddy bear or something. I felt a bit funny, but I carefully moved her arm away, and went back to sleep.
The next morning, Miori was up before I was, washing her face, and brushing her teeth. She was so cheerful and excited, anxious to get out, and see Oceanview. I took her down to the university, and introduced her to my friends Satomi and Asuna. Miori babbled away, excitedly telling us about all the things she wanted to do. Everywhere I took her, she would ‘oo’ and ‘ah,’ saying how wonderful it was to be in ‘America.’ :p
Miori’s English wasn’t very good, but whenever she was in a fix, she would bat her eyelashes, and some guy would rush to help her. Brandon was the worst of all, letting her play all his video games, all sweetness and light for a change. I didn’t mind so much, but one night, Ryosuke phoned up, and invited himself over. We were in Brandon’s room playing a tennis game on his Wii when Ryosuke came in. Miori was sprawled out on Brandon’s bed, clutching the Wii remocon, in bare feet, a loose white crop top and tight-fitting orange shorts. Ryosuke snuck a peek at her backside, amused by her squeals of glee.
“What do you say we play something different?” Ryosuke suggested. I was suspicious already, wondering what he had in mind. “How about Oosama game?” It’s sort of like Truth Dare. Miori leapt up, squealing,
“Let’s play! Let’s play!”
I knew this was asking for trouble, but went along at the start. Brandon got 4 popsicle sticks, and wrote numbers 1-3 and king on them. The person who draws the ‘king’ gets to issue the orders. It started out tame enough with Ryosuke getting #2 Brandon to feed #1 Miori a pocky or #3 me to do push-ups, but when he started suggesting number #1 or whoever remove their shirt I had to shut the game down. I have nothing against stripping per se, and Miori seemed game, but that was the whole problem. Miori maybe likes Keisuke, Ryosuke’s younger brother, and I was worried I guess. In any case, Loretta and Jennifer were nearby, so I should be good.