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.
“Perhaps some other time,” I murmured, trying to calm them all down.
We chatted, and played more Wii, and eventually, Ryosuke went home. I saw him to the door, and gave him a kiss good night, promising to meet up again soon.
Miori went in for a shower, so I got out another pair of big pajamas for her to wear. When she came downstairs though, she was wearing just the p.j. top. It was long enough to hide her panties, but Brandon kept glancing at her bare legs. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t want to be too strict. Miori is just trying to relax, enjoy her vacation. Eventually, we came back upstairs, and went to sleep.
The next day, I got Miori to pack her swimsuit, and took her down to the ocean. It was the high season, so I knew the main beach was going to be packed, so instead I took her to the cliffs. Even there, we found tons of campers and holidayers. I led her through the woods, trying to get away from the crowds. On the far side of the hill, it was a bit quieter, just a few American girls sunbathing. There was even a pebble beach that was easier to walk on than the stony ones near the entrance.
There were no change rooms though. We looked at each other, wondering what to do. Eventually, I suggested we hide in the trees, and change there. Miori eyed me curiously. We had to change into our swimsuits anyway if we wanted to swim. Throwing caution to the winds, I undid my jeans, and peeled them off. She mugged her amusement, and then got undressed herself.
Miori was kind of smiling to herself as she stripped. Getting naked is a simple joy that everyone can appreciate, but she seems to take more pleasure in it than most. She is becoming more and more like me.
Once we’d stripped down, we just sort of stood there, eyeing each other, giggling away at our situation, two rambunctious girls, standing here naked in the woods. Her breasts aren’t huge, and her pubic hair is kind of wispy, but her smile and energy was infectious. I think she loves being naked, showing off her hot little body, just like me. I was getting all excited. I guess we both were.
We didn’t have time to enjoy our freedom though. Back behind us, I heard people coming up the path. They were speaking in Korean. Through the trees I saw what looked to be a Korean mother, father and daughter and this other 20ish Korean man. They were preoccupied I guess, so they didn’t see us at first. My heart sped up because they could probably see us through the trees.
Miori picked up a towel, asking with her eyes if she should cover up, but I motioned for her to stay still, hoping they wouldn’t notice us. I crouched a bit trying to hide my body behind the leaves in the trees. They came awfully close, only a few yards away from where we were standing.
Luckily, though the Korean man had his back to us, talking with the family, as he picked his way through the rocks. Miori was making these scared faces. I was shaking too, more from excitement than fear. I was glad to have Miori here though. I think she is one of the few people I know who understands what it’s like to do these things.