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 ï>¿The Girl Next Door by Martin Suncrest

   The Girl Next Door 1: Mayu's Secret

   Sometimes when I'm sitting at my desk in my apartment, I'll get tired of
staring at the computer screen, and take a look out the window to see
what's going on outside.  Just below and to the left of my balcony, there
is quite a large house where a Japanese family lives (I live in Tokyo). 
Sometimes, I see the mother or the daughter out in their backyard hanging
out their laundry.  From the looks of her school uniform, I would say that
the daughter is probably a high school student, even though her mother
looks pretty young for someone who has a child that age.  Both mother and
daughter are quite good looking in fact.  They have such clear skin, long
shiny black hair, perky little bodies and those exotic almond shaped eyes
that sort of draw you in.  I don't know them that well, but I must say when
they do come out of their house, it forms quite a pleasant diversion from
my work.  Some of my friends have been saying I should move out of this
apartment, and get a bigger place, but actually, lately this place has
started to grow on me, and I'll tell you why.

   I'm not sure what first set me off, but actually, I noticed quite a
while ago that every once in a while, the daughter would be doing things
that seemed a bit peculiar.  At first, I didn't think much of it.  After
school, she would come out on the back step dressed in her sailor suit
school uniform.  You've probably seen them, you know, a pleated navy flare
miniskirt, white blouse with a blue collar and a red kerchief tied around
her neck, sort of like the uniforms girls wear at private schools back in
the States.  She'd stand there looking up at my building and the other
buildings that border her yard.  It got to the point where she'd done it so
many times I began to wonder what she was up to.  She'd just stand there in
the doorway, fluttering her eyelashes nervously, and only when she seemed
satisfied that no one was watching would she come out.

   Her yard is just below my window, so I can see her quite well, but for
some reason, she doesn't ever seem to notice me.  I guess it must be the
lace sheers I have hung on my window or the darkness of my room compared to
how bright it is outside.

   This went on for a few weeks, and then one afternoon, instead of her
uniform, she appeared at the back door dressed in a long thigh-length
t-shirt holding a laundry basket in front of her.  She stood there for a
long time looking all around just like she always did.  So as not to alarm
her, I moved away from the window, and tried to concentrate on my work, but
then I heard the click clack of her sandals coming down the steps.  She'd
got my curiosity up, and so eventually, I stood up again, and peeked
through the curtains at her standing there just below.

   Her legs were bare, and the hem of her t-shirt was fluttering a bit in
the wind.  I just stayed there, staring at her for a long while, fascinated
by her innocent young beauty.  She had such delicate features, almost like
a model or one of those teen idols that you see on TV so much here.  I
slowly realized that her cheeks, usually a pale white, had turned a darker
shade of pink, almost red.  What's that about?  Is she blushing, for
heaven's sake?  That's strange.  I couldn't figure out what she'd be
blushing about just standing in her backyard like that.

   She set down her laundry basket, turning her back to me, picked up what
looked like a cheerleader's skirt, and reached up to hang it on the
clothesline.  I guess she must be a cheerleader at school, and was just
washing her uniform.  I glanced down at her hips.  As she reached further
and further up to clip the skirt onto the line, the hem of her t-shirt kept
rising up the back of her lovely young thighs.  I kept expecting her
panties to pop into view, but instead all I could see was more skin.  Her
two round buttocks slid out, their round pinkness glowing brightly in the
light of the warm afternoon sun.  Can she be wearing a thong for heaven's
sake?  No wonder she was blushing.  The little devil!

   She got the skirt clipped to the line, and came back down, her t-shirt
once again covering her cute little fanny.  I forgot completely about my
work, now absolutely intrigued by my daring little neighbor.  I moved
closer to the window, and pulled my shears away, so I could get a better
look.  She reached down again for the next item, a pair of her panties
apparently.  As she leaned forward, I caught another glimpse of the cheeks
of her buttocks, and a dark patch in between.  Could she be wearing a black
thong?  This struck me as quite strange.  She couldn't be much older than
seventeen, eighteen at most, and I'd always imagined her as the shy
innocent type.  Sweet sixteen, never been kissed.

   She reached up, and spread her legs again, and I was astonished by what
I saw.  No panties, no thong, just two cute little round buttocks, and a
shock of soft black pubic hair hanging down between.  I rubbed my eyes, and
squinted down at her, but there was no mistaking it.  She was walking
around outside in a short t-shirt and not much else.

   At first, I just kind of stood there, stunned.  Never in my wildest
dreams did I expect this young innocent waif of a girl to be so
delightfully naughty.  So that's why she always seemed anxious about coming
out into her own backyard!  She probably hadn't had any underwear on under
her uniform either.  The cheeky little devil!  Who would have thought such
a sweet looking girl would ever do such a thing?  I was completely amazed.

   I stood there watching her, wondering if she would turn around, and give
me a peek at her pussy as well.  She kept her back to me though.  She can't
know I'm up here obviously.  If she did, there's no way she would have come
out here dressed like that.  So why won't she do me a favor, and turn
around?  I've been a good boy.  If lady luck could just grant me one more
wish...

   Unfortunately, my little princess seemed determined to continue facing
the other way.  On the plus side, though, as she became more accustomed to
being outside in such a skimpy little tee, she began to get braver,
reaching up higher and higher almost as if she were deliberately pulling
the shirt hem up to expose more and more of her cute little backside.  I
started to wonder if I should go fetch my camera, but then her mother
called for her.  She jumped, a bit startled perhaps, and then rushed back
inside the house.

   I just sat there for the longest time after that, delighted by my
discovery, replaying it over and over again in my mind.  She really did
have the cutest little ass I think I've ever seen, round, a bit pudgy
perhaps, but with curves in all the right places.  Looking at it made me
just want to...  well, you know, get to know her better.

   The more I thought about it though, I still couldn't understand how such
a bright innocent young girl as her, from what seemed such a fine
upstanding family could go ahead, and do something so utterly kinky, so
brazen, so daring.  As far as I could see, she didn't have a boyfriend. 
I'd seen her out shopping with her mother sometimes, or talking with her
friends on the train to school, and she always seemed like the shyest
little shrinking violet, the very picture of virgin purity and virtue.  The
way she was blushing and quivering whenever she stood there at her back
door seemed to suggest that she was embarrassed by what she was doing.  But
then why?  Why take the chance of getting caught?

   The only thing I could think of was that she enjoyed embarrassing
herself, tempting fate, being nude or whatever.  Maybe she'd tried it once,
and then got so hooked she couldn't help herself anymore.  Whatever it was,
I was thrilled.  Perhaps I still didn't know her very well, but I did know
a secret about her, something probably no one else knew.  I couldn't wait
to see her again.  Just knowing she did things like this brightened my day
no end.

   I decided to write, and tell my friends back home in the States. 
They'll never believe it!  A cute little virgin flasher right here in my
own backyard.  I need some proof though I guess.  I knew this might not be
the most gentlemanly thing to do, but I was so excited I ended up getting
out my camcorder and a telephoto lens, and set it up on a tripod just at
the edge of the sheers.  That way, if she ever came out, and did something
like that again, I'd be ready.  She really is the most gorgeous girl, and I
still couldn't get over the fact that she would do something like this.  It
just seemed to good to be true.

   Unfortunately, I didn't see her again for quite some time.  I wondered
where she'd disappeared to, and I even ended up going down to their front
gate.  The nameplate said "Hamada" on it.  A few days later, I bumped into
the mom at the grocery store, and said hi.  I thought about asking about
her daughter, but decided not to.  If it got back to little Miss Hamada
that a "gaijin" (foreigner) was asking about her, she might stop playing
her little games, and that was the last thing I wanted her to do.

   Eventually, I got back into my work, and almost forgot about her, but
then late one night, I got tired of working, and decided to go out for
little bit of fresh air.  I stopped in to rent a movie at the local DVD
store, and then headed across to the convenience store to pick up some
snacks.  I was standing there in front of the drink fridge mulling over
what to buy when I heard the voices of two young girls come into the store.
They came into the next aisle over, and were giggling away about some
in-joke, which I didn't quite catch.  I peered over the shelf and sure
enough it was young Miss Hamada and one of her friends, the girl I usually
saw riding with her to school on the train.

   I wondered what the two of them could be doing out so late.  I tensed,
concentrating trying to overhear their conversation.  Miss Hamada's first
name was apparently Mayu, and her friend was Megumi.  Cute names I thought.
Their speech was sprinkled with lines and catch phrases from popular TV
shows with which I was only vaguely familiar, but whatever it was they were
talking about, they kept breaking out into laughter every few minutes.  I
grabbed a carton of juice, and walked over to the counter to get a better
look at them.  Megumi was in these boys-style pajamas, and the lovely Mayu
had on a thigh length t-shirt, sandals, an ankle bracelet and perhaps not
much else.  The tender flesh of her long bare legs shone radiantly in the
store's bright light.  Mayu must be sleeping over at Megumi's house, and
they'd just come out to pick up some late night snacks.

   Pretending I'd forgotten something, I headed down the aisle where they
were standing.  Megumi was standing with her back to me, but Mayu saw me
and told her to move out of the way, so I could get past.  Mayu stared up
at me with wide eyes as I drew nearer, and it was no wonder.  Her t-shirt
was clinging tightly to her tender little tits, and there was no mistaking
the shape of her nipples.  She huddled up against the shelves as I made my
way past, but the hem of her t-shirt had gotten caught in the crack of her
buttocks, making it painfully obvious she was wearing nothing at all
underneath her thin white t-shirt.  Looking at her there quivering
nervously, perhaps realizing that I had found out her secret, somehow made
her seem sexier than ever.  I strained to hide my mounting hard on.

   They moved towards the counter, and fascinated, I couldn't help but
follow.  The shop clerk glanced back and forth at them as he rung their
items through.  While they faced him, I slipped around behind, and leaned
over to get a better look at Mayu's cute little ass.  Even through her
t-shirt, it was exquisite.  If she'd only lean forward a little more...

   They paid their bill, and then quickly skeedaddled out of the store. 
Mayu looked back at me through the store window, perhaps finally
recognizing me as her neighbor.  She squatted down for a moment outside the
store, apparently refastening the buckle on her sandals.  I quickly paid
for my own things, but by the time, I made it outside, they were gone.

   After that, I didn't see Mayu much again except for the odd time coming
back from school, or heading out with her mom.  At least, I'd found out her
name, and I managed to stumble on her school one day while I was out for a
walk.  I just saw her for a second, but it seemed to be a private girl's
school of some kind.  Maybe that's what drove her to dabble in exhibition -
the stress of studying for Japan's notoriously difficult university
entrance exams.

   Not too long after, I saw Mayu come home from school.  A little while
later, I saw her mother go out.  That probably meant that dear little Mayu
was at home all alone in their big house.  I was trying to finish up a long
translation for work, but I couldn't concentrate on it at all.  I kept
wondering what Mayu might be up to.  I peered out the window to see if she
would come out.  I saw something moving through the sliding glass doors at
the back of their house, but it was hard to tell for sure what was going
on. I looked at the camera, which was still on its tripod, and wondered if
I should get it ready.  I pulled it over, and tried to peer in through the
window, but I couldn't really see her at all until she stepped out from
behind their sheers.

   She had a big towel wrapped around her, and her hair was obviously wet.
She'd probably just taken a shower, and was looking out at the laundry
hanging in the back yard for something to wear.  I stood absolutely still,
silently praying for her to come outside in just the towel.  Fresh from the
shower, she exuded this sweet healthy sexuality.  She finally pushed open
the glass door, and stepped out into a pair of sandals on the back step.

   I pressed record on the camcorder, and focused in.  Almost as if she was
deliberately posing for me, she pulled her hair back out of her eyes, and
peered around at all the clothes hanging on the line.  Her towel blew a
little in the wind.  The little vixen really seemed to be enjoying this,
tempting fate with her daring.  She reached out, and felt a hoodie with one
hand, apparently to see if it was dry, then pulled it off the line, and
went back inside.  I breathed a sigh, fearing that the show was over.

   Finally, a few minutes later, she reappeared at the door.  She had the
hoodie on top and the towel was wrapped around her slender young waist. 
She looked very intent as if bracing to do something, and eventually she
slid the door open again, and very cautiously stepped out.  She looked up
this way.  I froze, holding my breath, worried she'd found me out.  Her
eyes didn't change though, and soon she turned, and looked the other way. I
let out a sigh of relief.  That was close.  I lined up the camera again,
but she started walking toward my building, and then went under my balcony
right out of my line of sight.

   Now what do I do?  I know she's down there, but I can't very well go out
on my balcony.  She'd hear the noise of the sliding door for sure.  I got
up on my tiptoes peering out through the big glass balcony doors from
inside, and I finally caught a glimpse of her head.  She was staring down
the laneway that ran next to her house to the street.  What does she think
she's doing?  If someone walks by on the street, or if our neighbors look
out the window, they'll see her.  Heck, I can see her.  There's probably
someone else watching her already.

   It did look like she was aware that she was taking quite a chance
walking out to where she could be seen from the street.  She was moving
forward so slowly, and obviously trembling with fear or perhaps excitement.
I couldn't take the suspense, not being able to see, so I ever so quietly
pushed open my balcony door, and stood hiding behind the sheers peering
around the curtain with one eye.  I moved forward just far enough to see
her, but I couldn't very well pull the camera out.  I just stood there
watching, and waiting to see what she would do.

   I don't know if she heard the door, but she looked back up this way for
a second, but somehow managed to miss me standing huddled behind the
curtains in the door.  All this hide-and-seek was playing havoc with my
heart.  The excitement, the tension in the air was incredible.

   Seemingly satisfied that no one was there, she moved over to this rail
fence that extends up from this concrete trench that runs along the side of
their house.  I hadn't really noticed it before, but I guess it is supposed
to let sunlight into the basement windows.  She started rubbing her bottom
up against the fence, and again I wondered what she was up to.  Then,
suddenly the towel came undone, and fell to the ground!

   There she was, suddenly standing there half naked, her short hoodie
nowhere near long enough to cover her exquisite young pussy and ass.  Both
her pitch-black pussy hair and her curvy white young hips looked so soft
and inviting.  I was getting very seriously turned on just looking at her.
She was looking back and forth trying to make out as if dropping the towel
had been an accident, but with one foot, she skillfully kicked it under the
fence.  It fell straight down into the trench, leaving her a few yards from
the street with nothing to cover her.  She brought her fingers up, and
covered her open mouth, skillfully playing the damsel in distress.

   More than the coy acting though, I couldn't get over what a completely
luscious body she had.  Almost as if to emphasize that point, she leaned
far forward over the railing pointing her scrumptious little behind high in
the air.  I grabbed my camera, and focused in on it, getting a clear shot
of her beautiful ass with her little pink pussy lips just peeking out from
in between.  They were glistening wet in the sun, and I almost shot my
load. God, she is such a work.  I don't think I've ever seen such a sexy
girl in my whole life.

   I couldn't control myself anymore.  I lurched forward on to my balcony,
and stared down over the edge.  It was five, six yards straight down.  What
am I thinking?  There's just no way I'd be able to jump down.

   She raised her head back up, and I realized she might be able to see me,
so I quickly slipped back inside my apartment.  My heart was pounding in my
chest, and it took a few seconds before I could get up the nerve to look
back out.

   In the meantime, she'd opened the gate in the fence, and climbed down
into the trench obviously wanting to get her towel back, rather than
continue to run around bottomless.  She disappeared from sight, and then as
she climbed back up, she was looking up this way.  I backed away from the
window, but I wanted so much to see what was going on.  I waited for as
long as I could, and then cautiously peeked back out.  Fortunately, she was
standing with her back to me facing the street tying her long black hair up
in a ponytail.  I debated what to do.  I finally left my camera on my desk,
and edged forward again, gathering the curtain around me to hide.

   As I inched forward, I saw first her hoodie extending most of the way
down her back and then...  her delicious little bare bottom, shining
invitingly in the bright sunlight.  She had planted her legs so far apart I
could see a tantalizing little lick of pubic hair peeking out from between
them.  I wanted so much to go down there, and...  well, give her a good
spanking or perhaps something a little more enjoyable for the two of us. 
As she turned, I realized she'd been clutching the corner of the towel in
her teeth using it to hide her pussy from anyone who might walk by on the
street in front of her.

   The towel had gotten wet on the ground, but unable to take the tension
anymore, she turned, and wrapped it tightly around her curvaceous little
rear.  I was still breathing heavily, but she disappeared back under my
balcony and out of sight.  She must be horny as heck too by now.  I wonder
if I should go down, and knock on her door.  The whole problem was I didn't
really have any excuse to talk to her.

   'I just happened to notice you running around naked in your backyard,
and...' No, that wouldn't do.

   I hurried over to the side window, but she quickly slipped back inside,
out of sight again.  I watched, and waited to see if she would come back
out.  There was no sign of her for the longest time, and then I caught a
glimpse of something moving in the glass doors way down the far end of the
back of her house.  I couldn't see so well because it was at quite a sharp
angle.  I kept wondering if I should go down there, but that wouldn't be
good if I just walked straight into her backyard uninvited.  Behind her
backyard was the wall of an auto garage or something, so that was no help.
I don't suppose I'd be able to see anything from the street that runs in
front of the garage either.

   I felt so frustrated, but I didn't know what to do.  I wanted so much to
talk to her, to introduce myself, but I couldn't think of what I could say.
Anyway, it didn't look like she was coming out again, so I finally sat
down. I hooked up my camera to my computer, and downloaded a few vidcaps
onto my hard drive.  There were some choice ones, especially of her leaning
over the rail with her cute little butt in the air.  I picked out the best
one, and emailed it off to my friend John back in the States.  I titled the
email "The girl next door." This will get him going.  Can't wait to hear
what he says.



   The Girl Next Door 2: Cheerleading Practice

   The story so far: I'm an American, a translator living and working out
of a cozy little apartment in an upscale neighborhood in western Tokyo. 
Directly below my apartment lives Mayu Hamada, an beautiful young Japanese
schoolgirl, with her mom and dad.  Without really intending to, I have
discovered a secret about the shy young Mayu: she has a great body but no
great love of underwear.  One afternoon, I spotted her out in her backyard
in a thigh-length t-shirt and not much else, and even ran into her and her
best friend Megumi late one night at a convenience store in the same
outfit. As you might guess, I've become fascinated with this adventurous
young miss, and have been trying to figure out how to strike up a
conversation, and maybe get to know her a little bit better.

   The next few days just dragged by.  I tried to finish up all my work,
but I couldn't stop thinking of Mayu.  I usually caught a glimpse of her
leaving in the morning and when she came home in the afternoon, but she
didn't come out into the yard anymore.  Maybe I should just go down there,
and knock on her door.  Still, her mom seemed to be home a lot.  Maybe
that's why she wasn't coming out.  It felt like she was under heavy guard.
For all I knew, she might just feel the same way.

   A few days later, I got an email from my friend John asking where on
earth I got the picture I'd sent him of Mayu's cute little ass.  He
couldn't believe I'd taken it.  Oh well.  I guess I'll just have to enjoy
this myself for now.  But how on earth am I ever going to get to talk to
her?

   By luck, one afternoon not long afterward, I managed to stumble onto
her. It was hot in my apartment, and I was getting tired of working inside,
so I packed up my laptop, and headed out for a nearby park, Komazawa
Olympic Park.  It was built for the Tokyo Olympics in 1964, so it has all
kinds of facilities: an outdoor swimming pool, tennis courts, an archery
range, and two baseball diamonds, all in a pleasant treed setting.  On the
edge of the park, there is even an interesting little art gallery.  Tucked
away in the back, there are a few peaceful corners with shaded picnic
tables where I sometimes go to relax, and enjoy the breeze on hot summer
days.

   Anyway, I picked out my spot, and took out my laptop half intending to
work, but before long, I heard the voices of young girls coming this way. I
turned, and a group of ten or so high school girls dressed in t-shirts and
navy gym shorts ("bloomers") came parading by.  It was just past 3:30, so
this must be some kind of after-school activity or club.  As I looked
closer, I realized that Mayu was among them.  This must be her school's
cheerleading team come to practice in the park.  They walked by gabbing
away happily.  My curiosity peaked, I hastily packed up my laptop, and went
after them, keeping back a safe distance.

   Just short of one of the buildings, they turned, and disappeared out of
sight behind a line of trees.  I cautiously entered the wood, and then
stopped when I came to the edge of a little grassy clearing where they were
setting down their things.  They were all quite cute, sporty looking in
their tight little gym uniforms.  Some of them were a bit chunkier than
Mayu, but fit and athletic looking all the same.  Many of them, Mayu
included, had their long silky black hair tied up in ponytails to keep it
out of their eyes I guess.  They all exuded a healthy giggly girlish
innocence I found quite fetching.

   The place they had chosen was fairly secluded.  Behind them, there were
some bushes and then more trees blocking the view from the building, but
surely anyone walking by on the path they'd come in from would be able to
see them.  I reeled back in disbelief though as I suddenly realized they
were intending to change into their cheerleading uniforms right here in the
middle of this bustling park!

   Sensibly though, most of the group formed a little circle around the
ones who were changing to shield them from view.  The guards weren't that
vigilant though, and from my vantage point, I could see well enough what
was going on in the middle of the group.  One after another, they would
strip off their t-shirts, and quickly pull on their cheerleading tops. 
Their lacy white sports bras fit snuggly over their nubile young breasts.
Next, they would pull on their cheerleading skirts over their bloomers. 
The skirts were wide and flared and not terribly long, so as they pulled
down their bloomers, I usually got a little peek at their white cotton
panties as they bent over.

   Mayu stood in the outer circle for a long time chatting happily away
with her teammates.  Finally, it came her turn, and she moved to the middle
of the circle.  Before she started to change though, she looked all around.
As her gaze turned this way, I moved behind a tree, a bit frightened now
that she might have seen me.  When I peeked back out, she seemed satisfied
though, and quickly peeled off her t-shirt, and slid her cheerleader top
on. I just caught a brief glimpse of her bra-covered tits, but they looked
quite sexy, filling out nicely her frilly white bra.  She turned away from
me, and quickly pulled on her skirt.  She slid her hands inside it from the
bottom, but then paused for a long time as if she were trying to get up her
nerve.  I'd seen her do this before back at her house, so I already had a
sneaking suspicion what she might be up to.

   She slowly slid her bloomers down her silky young thighs, but it took me
another second before I could confirm that she was sliding down her panties
with them.  With panties mid-thigh, she paused for a moment to straighten
them out leaning forward enough for me to see her delightfully spankable
bare bottom peeking out from under the hem.  She pushed her bloomers and
panties down letting them fall to her ankles, and then daintily stepped out
of them, briefly exposing her delectable ass again.  Suddenly, a lot of the
girls around her started breaking away, running off down the path.  I
looked over to see another girl walking across the field towards them.  A
couple of them called out,

   "Megumi!" and I finally recognized her as the girl in her pajamas from
the convenience store the other night.  Mayu hesitated, wondering what to
do.  She was now stuck out in the middle of this field with no underwear
and precious few of her classmates around to guard her.  She finally leaned
over flashing me her ass yet again, and tucked her bloomers away into her
bag.  Just watching her, I was starting to get a very serious hard-on. 
Mayu strolled across the field to where Megumi was, her skirt bouncing up
and down in rhythm as she walked, exposing first her ass and then her pussy
over and over in rapid succession.  None of the other girls seemed to
notice, but I was getting seriously excited.  I'd never seen such a brazen
act in my whole life.  She was now standing not so very far from the path
and the entrance to the building behind them.  I stood watching with bated
breath, wondering if she was going to get spotted by someone walking along
the path.

   Eventually, they all came back, and the circle reformed, but Mayu stood
there for a while longer with her back to me gabbing away with Megumi.  It
was stifling hot, but every time a breeze blew by, her skirt would flutter
up exposing her precious little bottom again.  Mayu was standing with her
legs wide apart slowly rotating her hips as if she was savoring the felling
of the breeze on her sweet little virgin pussy.  I could almost taste it. I
was dangerously close to coming, but I couldn't take my eyes off her.  She
was truly a wet dream come true.

   Eventually, they were all almost ready, so Mayu rushed into the middle
of the group, bent over again, and dug her panties out.  She turned to face
this way, and lifted up one leg to slide her panty on, giving me a brief
glimpse of her pussy.  Once she'd got the other leg through she stood there
for moment with her panties hanging mid-thigh, and was fiddling with
something up inside her skirt.  Their coach came out, so she quickly pulled
her panties up and not a moment too soon.  He seemed the stern "tough love"
type, and set them to work warming up at once.

   To avoid being seen, I backed up into the woods a bit, and eventually
found a safer vantage point further back out of view.  I liked how they
warmed up, working in pairs, one girl lifting up the other girl's leg as
high as it would go, and holding it there.  They didn't seem to find this
strange at all, but I couldn't help examining their outstretched crotches
as they did this.  Athletic little bodies.

   Their cheerleading routines were pretty impressive too.  They had this
one routine where three girls would throw one of the lighter girls up in
the air, and hold her standing on their shoulder for a few seconds.  When
she came tumbling back down her, skirt would inevitably billow up in the
wind, exposing her panties.  I wondered if Mayu had ever done the same
stunt without her panties.  That would be a sight to see.

   Anyway, before I knew it, they'd finished.  They grabbed their stuff,
and headed off to the showers.  I hung around a while longer, but couldn't
find them again.  I still couldn't get over how brave little Mayu was to
run around the park without her panties.  I guess I was the only one
watching them, but if they did this kind of thing regularly, they'd
probably attract quite an audience.  Maybe that's why they'd come to the
park: to get away from the staring boys on the school's back field.

   After that day, I lost track of Mayu again for the next few weeks.  The
whole thing was really getting to me though.  I had to find some way to
talk to her.  I finally decided to take the bull by the horns, and try to
chat with her mother.  I'd seen her around on the street on the way to the
train station a few times, although I doubt she knew we were neighbors.  I
started bowing to her every time we passed on the street, and saying,

   "Konnichi wa.  (Hello)."

   She seemed pretty surprised the first time, but after I'd done it a few
more times, she eventually started greeting me back.  I was always on my
best behavior, trying to be friendly enough to make an impression, but not
so friendly as to arouse suspicion.  Eventually, I bumped into the two of
them, mother and daughter together, in a nearby supermarket.

   "Konnichi wa," I said bowing my head slightly.

   "Konnichi wa," her mom answered back smiling.

   "Dare?  (Who's that?)," Mayu whispered in her mom's ear.  Taking this as
a signal, I introduced myself.

   "Martin Suncrest to moushimasu.  Hajimemashite.  (My name is Martin,
Martin Suncrest.  Nice to meet you)."

   "Sankuresuto-san desu ka?  (Your name is Suncrest?)," her mom replied a
bit uncertainly.

   "Hai, sou desu.  Tonari desu yo ne, watashitachi.  (Yes, that's right.
We're neighbors, aren't we?)" I immediately wondered if that didn't sound
suspicious in itself, but they made no sign.

   "Eeee?  Nihongo jouzu desu ne.  (Oh my.  You speak Japanese so well)."

   People always say this even if they don't always mean it.

   "Sono koto nai desu yo.  (No, not at all)," I denied, trying to appear
humble.  "Waei hon'yaku no shigoto wo shite imasu node, mou chotto jouzu ni
naranai to.  (I'm a Japanese to English translator, so I really should
study more)."

   Both of them seem impressed and amused to have found a Japanese-speaking
foreigner.

   "Eigo desu ka.  Amerika no kata?  (English?  Are you American?)"

   "Hai.  (Yes)."

   They looked at each other, obviously making some kind of connection I
couldn't yet guess.

   "Uchi no ko wa ima juken de eigo wo benkyou shite imasu.  Zenzen dame
desu kedo ne.  (My daughter here is studying English for her university
entrance exams.  She's hopeless though)."

   I knew she was just being modest, but it gave me just the opening I'd
been looking for.

   "Oshiemashou ka.  (I could teach her if you'd like)."

   "E?  Hontou desu ka.  Demo isogashii deshou.  (Really?  But you must be
very busy)."

   "Iyee.  Moshi yoroshikereba, yorokonde.  (No, not at all.  If you'd
like, it would be my pleasure)."

   Mayu looked up at me, wide-eyed with curiosity.

   "Ja, onegai shiyou kashira.  (Then maybe we should take you up on your
offer)."

   I gave them my phone number and my email address, urging them not to
hesitate to call.  They both bowed low as they walked off, seemingly a bit
overwhelmed at having talked with a westerner.  Well, anyway, at last, I'd
made contact with the elusive Mayu.

   Maybe a week or so later, I got a phone call from Mr.  Hamada, Mayu's
father.  This made me more than a bit nervous, but he turned out to be more
approachable than I would have guessed.  Their son was going to university
in the States.  This explained the knowing look the mom had given Mayu when
I said I was from the States.  This was doubtless why they were so keen on
having Mayu study English.  Mr.  Hamada invited me to come over to their
house, so we could work out the details.  We arranged a time, and then said
goodbye.  I was so excited.  I could barely believe it - me getting to
teach Mayu.  It was almost to good to be true.  I could hardly wait.

   The day finally came.  I showed up at their door at the appointed time,
and Mr.  Hamada escorted me into their dining room.  He and Mayu sat across
the table from me, but he did all the talking with Mayu just staring down
meekly at the table.  He grilled me on my academic background.  Did I have
any teaching experience?  How much did I charge?  I almost felt like
telling him I'd do it for free, but realized this wouldn't sound right.  I
chose a reasonable sounding figure, and slowly the topic changed to more
relaxing matters.  He asked how I'd come to Japan, and told me about his
son, and his business trips to the U.S., and other places around the world.
He turned out to be quite the globe trotter with pictures and souvenirs of
each of the places he'd been to.  Mayu and her mother had been with him to
the States to see their son, but in general, it seemed they stayed here at
home while he traveled.  So that's why I almost never see him.

   The whole time I was there Mayu didn't say a single word.  I wondered
how she felt about being made to study English with me, but there was no
way to tell.  She avoided my gaze.  Still her mother and father seemed
happy enough with me.  I could only hope I could make as good impression on
Mayu herself.

   The next weekend, it finally came time for our first lesson.  I knocked,
and both Mr.  and Mrs.  Hamada came to the door to greet me.  They called
Mayu out from her room.  She was dressed very casually, in track pants and
a t-shirt, but looked pretty cute as always.  They invited me into their
dining room for some tea and more chat.  The father loved to talk to
someone who could appreciate his wide knowledge of the world.  Mayu just
sat there shyly sipping her green tea.  I finished my tea.  Mr.  Hamada
seemed to want to talk some more, but Mrs.  Hamada rescued us suggesting
Mayu and I should go off, and study.  Mayu stood up, and led me off to her
bedroom.  It was decorated in pinks and frilly curtains, quite feminine and
neat.  She plopped herself down unceremoniously on her bed.

   "Douzo yoroshiku onegai shimasu.  (I'm looking forward to studying with
you.  I hope you'll teach me well)," she said solemnly bowing her head low.


   "Kochira koso.  (No, rather it is I...)"

   These were the standard Japanese pleasantries.  I felt awkward being
treated in such a formal manner, but there was no denying that we were near
complete strangers.  Trying to lighten the mood, I sat down in the only
chair, and tried to shift to a more friendly tone.

   "De gakkou de dou nandai?  Umaku itteiru?  (So how's your schoolwork
going?  Well?)"

   It turned out she was getting good marks in her English class, but
couldn't really speak at all.  Their class seemed to be all about reading
and translation.

   "Ikita eigo wo benkyou shitai.  (I want to study living English)."

   I nodded, a bit amused by her choice of words.  Living?  In what way?

   "Tatoeba?  (For example?)" I asked trying not to smiile.

   She dug out her English textbook out, and handed it to me.

   "Tatoeba, nanashou wo mite.  (For example, take a look at Chapter 7),"
she answered.

   I opened the book, and glanced at the heading: parts of the body.  The
whole chapter seemed to be vocabulary complete with diagrams of the various
body parts.  I looked over at her a bit surprised that she'd want to start
here.  What was she up to?

   "Kyoukasho ni kaite inai bubun mo aru n desu kedo, (There are some parts
not in the text)," she went on calmly.  I raised an eyebrow.  Her door was
still open, so I got up, and closed it.  I wasn't sure where this was
leading, but I certainly didn't want an audience, listening in.

   "What parts do you know?" I asked in my best teacherly tone of voice.

   "Nani, nani?  (What?)," she asked, not understanding my English.

   "Ima made donna bubun wo benkyou shita no?  (What parts have you studied
so far?)"

   "Nnn, tatoeba eruboo toka fingaa toka rippusu...(Well, for example,
elbow, and fingers and lips...)." As she said this, she pointed to each
place in succession, pausing and looking deep into my eyes as she said
'lips.' I stared back at her for a moment stunned by her forwardness.  She
had such soft feminine looking lips, so inviting and kissable.

   I shook my head, realizing that this might not be the best way to start
our lessons.  She was quite the temptress though obviously.  She lay down
on her bed, and innocently looked over at me.  Her t-shirt clung tightly to
her pert little breasts making it obvious she was not wearing a bra.  Her
track pants hung fairly low on her curvy hips.

   "Oheso wa eigo de nan te iu ka wakarimasu ka?  (Do you know what a navel
is called in English?)" I asked trying to sound professional.

   She lifted up her t-shirt, and showed me her bellybutton.

   "Wakannai.  (I don't know)."

   "Bellybutton."

   "Beribotan," she repeated.  She got out her note book, and lying face
down on her bed, wrote it down."

   "Abara wa?  (What about ribs?)" I asked.  She tilted back towards me,
and lifted up her t-shirt to show me her ribs as well.  She had a
splendidly flat tummy, as you would expect a cheerleader might.

   "Ribu."

   "Pinpon.  (That's right.)"

   "Hora hora.  Tabemono no ribu aru deshou.  Dakara shitteiru.  (Yeah,
yeah.  They serve ribs in a restaurant.  That's how I know)," she told me
proudly.  I laughed, pleased she seemed to be getting the hang of this.

   "Oppai wa?  (What about 'breasts'?)" I asked hoping she might show those
to me as well.  She thought for a moment, but finally decided not to.  I
taught her "breasts," and she dutifully wrote it down in her notebook.  I
watched her, absolutely fascinated by her every gesture - the way she
batted her eyelashes, and licked her lips before putting all of her
concentration into writing out these seemingly simple words.  I rolled my
chair over closer to the bed, and touched her on the heel of her bare foot.


   "Kakato wa?  (What about 'heel'?)"

   The skin on the soles of her feet was so soft I could hardly believe it.
She wrote down 'heel,' and then I slowly went up her leg touching each part
in turn through the material of her track pants: ankle, calf, knee and
thigh, teaching her each one in turn.  She didn't object to my touching
her, but just kept on dutifully writing down each part in her notebook.  I
stared down at her hips.  They seemed much wider than most of the
schoolgirls I'd seen here, but she had the same slender waist.  I could
still remember the shape of her rear from seeing it in the park.  Unable to
contain my curiosity, I reached out, hooked my finger onto her waistband,
and pulled it down exposing her bare behind.

   "Sensei, yada.  Nani shitenno?  (Mr.  Suncrest, ah!  What are you
doing?)"

   I had seen her rear before, but never from so up close.  It looked so
soft, hairless and cushiony.  It would doubtless make for a joyously smooth
ride if I slid my schlong inside her.  She wriggled her ass back and forth
trying to get me to let go.  I could feel my erection growing stronger with
every second.

   "E?  Doushite pantsu wo haiteinai n desu ka?  (How come you're not you
wearing panties?)" I asked a bit shocked.

   "Datte ie no naka da mon.  ('Cause I'm at home now)."

   I let go of her waistband, and it snapped back into place.  She quickly
pulled it back up around her waist.

   "Sensei wa ie no naka pantsu haku no?  (Mr.  Suncrest, do you wear
underpants when you're at home?)"

   I heard the question, but it didn't really register.  I was still
thinking what a gorgeous rear end she had.

   "Sensei?  Sensei?  Daijoubu desu ka.  (Mr.  Suncrest?  Mr.  Suncrest? 
Are you all right?)"

   Just at that moment, there came a knock at the door.  Mayu and I both
stared over at the door nervously.

   "Ocha demo dou desu ka.  (I thought you might like some more tea)." The
door opened, and it was Mayu's mom carrying a tray with more tea.  How long
had she been standing there?  Had she overheard our conversation?



   The Girl Next Door 3: Lessons in Love

   The story so far: I'm an American, a translator living and working out
of a cozy little apartment in an upscale neighborhood in western Tokyo. 
Directly below my apartment lives Mayu Hamada, a beautiful young Japanese
schoolgirl, with her mom and dad.  Without really intending to, I have
discovered a secret about the shy young Mayu: she is a bit of an
exhibitionist.  I caught her a couple of times, flitting around her yard,
at a convenience store, in a park doing cheerleading practice, sometimes
without the benefit of panties.  I have to admit I have become somewhat
obsessed with her lately.  Eventually, I finally got up the nerve to
approach her and her mother at a grocery store, and offer to teach her
English.  Today is my first day on the job.  In her room, teaching her
about the parts of the body, I got a bit carried away, and pulled open her
track pants to take a peek at her cute little rear.  Before I could
apologize, her mother showed up bringing some tea.

   Both Mayu and I stared over at her mother, spooked at how she'd popped
out of nowhere like that almost as if she knew I was up to something.  Well
I hadn't done anything wrong really.  For one thing, I'd expected her to be
wearing underwear of some kind under her track pants, and even if I had
seen her dainty little derriere, this wasn't the first time.  I'd even made
a videotape of her gallivanting around their yard bottomless in full view
of the street.  Not that I was about to tell them about the videotape, mind
you.  It was just that she had started it, this little game of hide and
seek.

   Mayu sat up as soon as her mother came in, and looked down, letting her
hair fall over her face.  She was obviously very unnerved by the whole
thing, not so much at my having seen her ass, as that her mom had almost
found us out.  Every time, her parents were around she seemed to clam up
tight.  There's an old saying like that, isn't there?  "Children should be
seen and not heard." My parents hadn't been very strict, so I'd never much
thought about it, but this was a whole different ballgame.

   "Ara?  Darashinai ne.  (Oh dear.  You look such a mess)," Mayu's mom
chided her.  "Chanto shita kakkou ni kigaereba.  (Why don't you change into
something more respectable?)"

   "A, hai.  (Yes ma'am)," Mayu said bowing low, and then jumping up to
obey.  Mayu looked fine to me.  A lot of American kids dressed in sweats
and t-shirts, and I certainly wasn't offended, but anyway, Mayu's mom
seemed concerned about what kind of impression Mayu was making.  She
needn't be.  I'd been obsessed with Mayu for weeks now.

   "Mayu no dekiguai wa dou desu ka.  (How's Mayu's English?)," her mom
asked me, while Mayu rooted around in her dresser for some suitable
clothes. She bent way over to open the bottom drawer, and I found myself
staring at her precious little ass again.  Even covered, it still looked
mighty fine to me stuck up in the air like that.  "Sensei?  (Mr. 
Suncrest?)"

   "A.  Hai.  A, jouzu, jouzu desu yo.  (Oh, yes.  It's good, quite good)."


   Having found her school uniform, Mayu turned her back to us, reached
down, and grabbing the hem of her t-shirt at the sides, started pulling it
up her back.  Her mom noticed my eyes widening, and turned to see Mayu
taking off her t-shirt right there in front of us.  She'd got it half way
up her back, when her mom cried out,

   "Mayu!" to get her to stop.

   "A, gomen, (Sorry)," Mayu blushed.  She grabbed her skirt and blouse,
and ran off to the bathroom across the hall.

   "Ano ko wa ne, tennenboke no tokoro ga aru kara, ki wo tsukenai to. 
(That girl can be a bit ditzy sometimes.  If we're not careful...)." Mayu's
mom started telling me all about their misadventures during their trip to
the States.  Most of these seemed to be related to their inability to
understand English, but I also wondered if Mayu hadn't got up to some other
mischief while she was over there.

   The bathroom door opened a crack, and Mayu peeked out.

   "Chotto shawaa abite ii?  (Can I have a quick shower?)"

   "Hai, hai.  Demo hayaku shite choudai.  Sensei wa matte iru kara ne. 
(Yes, but hurry up, all right?  You don't want to keep Mr.  Suncrest
waiting)," her mother shouted back.  She turned back to me, and continued
with her story.  Mayu hadn't quite shut the bathroom door, and it slowly
swung further and further open.  She finally realized, and came running
back very embarrassed and very naked.  Her mom noticed me staring, and
turned, but by then Mayu had already shut the door.  "Nanika?  (Is there
something wrong?)"

   "Iye.  Douzo tsuzukete kudasai.  (No.  Please go on)." I couldn't get
over what a little gem Mayu was.  Even assuming that she hadn't left the
door open on purpose, it was still a treat to see her running around naked
with her mom right here.  I sat back down trying to hide my erection. 
Mayu's mom continued to talk until her husband appeared at the door.

   "Mayu wa?  (Where's Mayu?)"

   "Ima shawaa.  (She's in the shower)."

   He smiled, and grabbed the opportunity to regale me with some more of
his stories of his travels around the world.  Eventually, Mayu emerged from
the bathroom dressed in the white blouse and navy mini-skirt of her school
uniform.  Instead of coming in, she stayed out in the hall peering over
nervously at us.  As I looked closer, I realized she was blushing and
holding her skirt steady with her hands.  I'll be darned.  She mustn't have
taken any underwear with her into the shower.  She stood there trembling
slightly for quite some time, until her mom finally interrupted her father,


   "A!  Benkyou no tsuzuki?  Ojama shimashita.  (Oh, I guess you'd better
get back to studying.  Sorry to disturb you)." They finally left patting
Mayu on the shoulder as they passed her in the hall.  I guess they must
have thought she was nervous about having to speak English with me, but I
knew better.  She peered in for another minute, and then finally came in,
and made a beeline straight for her dresser.  I got up, made sure her
parents were gone, and then closed the door.  She'd gotten out a pair of
panties, and obviously wanted to go back to the bathroom to put them on. 
I, however, had other ideas.

   "Jaa, sakki no tsuzuki wo shiyou.  Oshiri wa eigo de nante iu no?  (OK,
let's continue what we started there.  What do you call your fanny in
English?)"

   "Wakannai.  Chotto otearai ikashite.  (I don't know.  Can I just go back
to the bathroom for a sec?)."

   "Doushite?  Ima kita bakari ja nai.  (Why?  You just came from the
bathroom)."

   "Datte...  (But...)," she said holding up the panties for me to see. 
She finally realized what was she was doing, and hid them behind her back,
embarrassed even more.

   "Datte nani?  (But what?)"

   "Mada kigae owatte inai no.  (I'm not finished changing)."

   "Iya, datte seifuku kite iru jan.  (But you're already in your
uniform)."

   "Kutsushita haitte inai shi.  (But I'm not wearing socks and...)."

   "Koko de kireba ii jan.  Tonikaku ressun no jikan naku naru kara, saki
ni susumou.  'Oshiri' wa nante iu.  (You could put them on here.  Anyway,
we're running out of time for the lesson, so let's move on.  How do you say
'buttocks'?)"

   "Wakannai to yutte iru deshou.  (I told you I don't know)." She turned
her back to me facing her desk.  I'm sure this wasn't an invitation, but I
couldn't help myself.  I reached down, and pulled up her skirt to take
another look at her precious little buns.

   "Iya, minai de.  (Don't look)," she whispered softly.  We were both
worried that her mom might come storming back in, but I was fascinated by
her gorgeous curves and their squeezable cushiony softness.

   "Kotaetara, oroshite yaru.  (If you answer my question, I'll let your
skirt down )."

   She grabbed her Japanese-English dictionary, and quickly looked up
"shiri."

   "Za hippusu, za bakkusaido, za battokkusu.  (The hips, the backside, the
buttocks)," she read out.

   "Pinpon.  (That's right)," I agreed finally letting her skirt back down.
I still wasn't done though.  I put my hands on her shoulders, and got her
to turn around, and face me.

   "Nani, nani?  (What are you doing?)"

   I looked down at her blouse, searching for the buttons, but there didn't
seem to be any.

   "Seerafuku wo dou yatte tsukeru no?  Botan ga nai ja nai?  (How do you
do up your blouse?  There doesn't seem to be any buttons)."

   "Yada!  Nani itte iru n desu ka.  (Oooo!  What do you want to know that
for?)"

   "Iya, chikubi ni tsuite kikou ka to.  (I was going to ask you how to say
'nipple'?)."

   "Yada!  Atashi no minakute ii deshou.  (Ha!  You don't have to take a
look at mine for that)."

   I peered over at the side of her blouse, found a zipper running up, and
reached over to unzip it.  She pulled away, and when I went after her, we
collided, and she fell back onto her bed.  She looked up at me, and broke
out laughing.

   "Sensei, hen na koto wo kangaeru ne.  (You sure have a strange way of
teaching)."

   I lay down on top of her, rubbing my schlong into her outspread pussy.
Our faces were just inches from each other, and I started to flex my hips,
slowly humping her through my clothes.  She gave me this naughty look, but
then tried to back away.

   "Sensei oshiete kurenai no.  (Well, aren't you going to teach me?)"

   "Nani?  (What?)"

   "Chikubi wa nante iu ka.  (How to say nipples in English)."

   "Mishite kurenai to oshienai.  (Not unless you show them to me)."

   "Dattara ii desu.  (Then I don't want to know)," she made her cute
little lips into this mock pout that made me want to kiss her.  I got up
off her, and moved down till my face was just above her skirt.

   "Kokorahen wa tango ippai aru.  (There are all kinds of words to
describe this region)," I grinned.  She shook her head for me to stop, but
I just couldn't resist.  I flipped her skirt up, and gazed down in delight
at her gorgeious little pussy.  I was sitting in between her legs, so she
couldn't close them.  She tried to flip her skirt back down, but I grabbed
it, and held it up around her tummy.

   "Kore wa?  (What about this part?)" I asked running my fingers through
her soft black pubic hair.

   "Shiranai!  (I don't know)," she squealed, her breath was coming faster
now.  I ran my finger gently along her delicate pussy lips.

   "Kore wa?  (What about here?)"

   She tensed, and shuddered, fighting back an orgasm perhaps.  I dabbed
some of her love juice onto my fingers, and held up my hand to her face to
show her how wet she was getting.

   "Kore wa?  (What about this?)"

   She shook her head, quivering more than ever.

   "Mou hitotsu daiji na tokoro ga aru.  (There's one more really important
part)." I slid my fingers along the mouth of her slit, wetting them and
probing for her hood.  Her lips were a most beautiful and vivid pink.  It
took a moment to coax her clitoris out of its hiding place, but she was
obviously quite turned on.  I lovingly stroked it to life, fascinated as
she struggled to pull away, spreading her legs even wider.  As I found the
right spot, she started squealing, getting gradually louder till she was
literally screaming.

   I tried to cover her mouth, but it was too late.  Her parents would be
here any second.  I pulled down her skirt, grabbed her panties off her
desk, and slid her bare feet into them.  She scrambled to sit up, pulled
her panties up, and shifted to the chair.  By the time her mom got there,
she was sitting facing her desk staring down in shock at her open notebook.


   "Dou shita no?  (What's wrong?)," her mom asked as she opened the door.

   "A, gomen.  Mushi datta.  (Oh, sorry.  It was just a bug)," Mayu said
pointing to the window.  Her mom still seemed concerned, but eventually,
she left us alone again.

   "Gomen.  (Sorry)," I apologized, regretting rushing into things, but
thankful for her quick thinking.  That would have been hard to explain if
her mom had burst in on us, with me stroking Mayu's erect little clit.  I
guess I should have known that Mayu might react, but I hadn't expected her
to scream so loudly.

   "Datte sensei ikinari sawatte kuru nda mon.  Aa, bikkuri shita.  (All of
a sudden, you just started touching me, and I didn't know what was
happening.  I was so surprised)."

   "Gomen.  (Sorry)."

   "Koko wa atashi no uchi dakara, sou iu koto wo shinai de kureru?  (This
is my house, so could you not do those things here?)"

   "Hai, wakarimashita.  Hansei shite imasu.  (Yes, I understand.  I swear
I'll be on my best behavior from here on in)."

   "Aa, bikkuri shita.  (I was so surprised)."

   I was feeling a bit dazed too.  I don't know what came over me.  It was
all the tension building up over the last few weeks.  Seeing her outside,
and naked over by the shower, and her coming in with no panties on.  It had
got me so riled up I didn't know what I was doing anymore.  I'd honestly
forgotten we were in her house with her parents right downstairs.  Anyway,
we both breathed in deeply trying to calm down.  Finally, she spoke.

   "De sakki no tango wa nan deshita kke?  (Now what were those words
again?)," she asked turning to the appropriate page in her notebook.  One
by one, I taught her how to spell "buttocks," "nipple," "vagina," "pubic
hair," "lubrication" and "clitoris," and she carefully wrote each word down
with the appropriate translation.  She wasn't too sure about the meaning of
"clitoris," but I explained that that was what probably set her off
screaming.  She wrote down the Japanese character for "mame" as the
translation, literally "bean." Could that be what she called it?  I was
learning something here too.

   Finally, we both managed to settle down enough that we could go through
some more mundane items: internal organs, the differences between "back"
and "hips," or "lap" and "legs." Before I knew it, our time was up.  She
stood up, and thanked me for the lesson bowing low.  I was surprised by her
formality, and still pretty excited from having touched her, but I bowed
back.  There'd be time enough for fun and games later.

   We went back downstairs, and her mom came out, and thanked me too.  She
discreetly slipped me an envelope with my pay in it.  Mr.  Hamada came to
the door to see me off, and I bowed them all farewell.  Mayu came out with
me to the street, and waved goodbye as I walked away.  I felt a little bit
bad about almost getting her in trouble like that, but I felt exhilarated,
absolutely ecstatic to have finally made contact.  If anything, I was more
fascinated with her than ever.  What a girl!

   I went back up to my room, and just lay there on my bed, running over
the events of the "lesson" in my mind.  I could much better understand now
why she did what she did; she was looking for an escape.  She always had to
play the good girl around her family, and the tension must be building up -
typical teenage rebellion against the strict rules of her parents, but what
a way to rebel.

   One thing I couldn't get though was how she could be so forward with me.
Sure I'd seen her around our neighborhood, a few dozen times, but I'd never
thought she was paying much attention to me.  Surely, she doesn't act like
that around everyone.  I still couldn't figure out why, but whatever the
reason I was grateful.  I was in heaven.

   That night, I saw her come to the back door, and look up at my
apartment. I still didn't think she could see me looking out down at her,
but how did she know this was where I lived?  Had her little teasing shows
been for my benefit all along?

   First thing Monday morning, I waited for Mayu out by the main road, a
little way from her house.  I was a bit worried her mother might come out
with her, but then maybe I could just make out that I was coming back from
somewhere.  Luckily, Mayu came out alone.

   "Ohayo.  (Good morning)," she called, her face brightening when she saw
me.  "Odekake desu ka.  (Are you going out?)"

   "Un, kaisha no hou e.  (Yes, to work)." I didn't really have to go to
work, but it made a good excuse to go with Mayu on the train as she headed
off to school.

   "Kono aida wa doumo.  (Thanks for the other day)," she smiled shyly.

   "Iye.  (You're welcome)."

   For some reason, it seemed like she wasn't nearly as embarrassed by the
whole thing as I was.  I guess she hadn't done anything she felt
embarrassed about.  I was feeling a tinge of regret for playing with her
pussy like that.  She was a pretty cheerful girl, and didn't seem worried
in the least.

   As we approached the next intersection, I caught sight of Mayu's friend,
Megumi standing at the corner obviously waiting for Mayu.  She waved, and
smiled, and then looked over at me curious.

   "A, ima battari atta.  Atarashii katei kyoushi, Sankuresuto-san desu. 
(Oh, I just bumped into him now.  This is my new tutor, Mr.  Suncrest)."

   "Iya, Martin de ii yo.  (Please call me Martin)."

   "Machin?  (Martin?)" Megumi queried, tilting her head to the side in the
cutest way, looking puzzled.  She was a real beauty too, with dark mascara
around her eyes that made her look a bit like a cat.  She had the cutest
little lips and expressions.  I'd grown quite fond of Mayu, but Megumi
might give her a run for her money, at least in the looks department.

   As we walked along, Mayu explained how we'd met, and how I'd started
teaching her.  Naturally, she left out the details of what we'd "studied."
Megumi, brightened, burbling,

   "Atashi mo onegai shiyou kana.  Eigo zenzen dame desu yo.  (Maybe I
should get you to tutor me too.  I'm hopeless at English)."

   Mayu frowned for a second, and then quickly recovered.

   "Iya, sore yori sa, atashitachi no bodigaado to iu no wa dou yo?  (No,
instead of that, what about getting him to be our bodyguard?)"

   Obviously, Mayu wasn't too keen on the idea of me teaching the parts of
the body to Megumi.  I wouldn't have minded, but Mayu clearly had other
plans.

   "Bodiigaado?  (Bodyguard?)" I asked not quite sure what she had in mind.
Megumi looked me up and down, a naughty gleam in her dark little eyes.

   "Iya, tatoeba densha no naka toka.  (I mean in the train and stuff)."
Mayu turned her face down, but looked up at me shyly through her bangs. 
"Dame?  (Would you do that for us?)"

   She looked so cute I agreed straight off.

   "Ii yo, mochiron.  (Sure.  Of course)."

   "A, yokatta!  (Oh, that's wonderful)," her eyes narrowed as she flashed
me the cutest smile.

   "Sou sou sou.  Chikan ga yoku sawatte kuru no.  Yada ne.  (Yeah, that's
right.  Gropers come up, and touch us.  It's horrible)."

   I looked down at the shining pink flesh of their bare legs and arms and
the way their pleated skirts hovered in the air not quite long enough to
cover their panties as they bounced along.  I could easily understand the
temptation to reach out, and touch them.  They looked so appealing it would
be hard to resist.

   We finally got to the station, and walked down the stairs to the ticket
gate.  There were quite a few other schoolgirls there, but they had on
uniforms slightly different from Mayu's and Megumi's, so they must go to a
different school.  We bought our tickets, and went in.  I held back a bit,
and let them go up the stairs first, trying to look innocent as I stared up
their too short skirts.  They were both wearing white cotton panties that
hugged their cute little rear ends, showing them off to nice advantage. 
They didn't seem overly concerned that I and the other guys standing next
to me could see up their skirts.  Mayu turned, and motioned for me to hurry
up, so I ran up the stairs after them.

   The train pulled up, and it was already almost packed to overflowing. 
No one gets off at our stop in the mornings, so you have to sort of push
your way on, or get left behind.  I stayed behind the girls guarding them
as best I could.  We only made it as far as the middle of the car.  It was
better to be by the doors, so you weren't so surrounded by people.  Mayu
and Megumi turned around to face me, so we could continue talking, but Megu
in particular was standing awfully close to me, falling against me the
first time the train rounded a curve.  She looked really embarrassed as I
tried to help her back up.  She'd gotten one of her thighs stuck between
mine, and was pressing her breasts against my stomach.  Mayu was right
behind her, and Megu was sort of sandwiched between us.  The sweet fresh
smell that Megu was giving off wasn't making it any easier to ignore her
close proximity.

   I got her, so she was standing back up straight again, but her breasts
kept brushing against my stomach.  I had to adjust my crotch as my cock
started to come alive.  The train lurched again, and now Megu had her tummy
firmly pressed against my stiffening cock.  The train came to a stop, and a
few people got off, but Megu held onto me tight as if she were frightened
to let go.

   We rode the wave as even more people got on.  Mayu had a hold of Megu's
arm, and was trying to pull her off of me, but there were just too many
people.  There was no room to move.  Megu looked down blushing intensely,
embarrassed to have her soft little breasts pressed up against me and
feeling my growing cock on her tummy twitching from the stimulation.

   Trying to give her some room, I tilted my body somewhat, but I lost my
balance, and stumbled forward, accidentally burying my thigh deep between
hers brushing against her soft pussy.



   The Girl Next Door 4: After school

   The story so far: I'm an American translator living and working out of a
cozy little apartment in an upscale neighborhood in western Tokyo. 
Directly below my apartment lives Mayu Hamada, a beautiful young Japanese
schoolgirl, with her mom and dad.  Without really intending to, I have
discovered a secret about the shy young Mayu: despite her shy appearance,
she has turned out to be quite the exhibitionist.  I caught her a couple of
times, flitting around her yard, at a convenience store, in a park doing
cheerleading practice without panties, sometimes wearing very little at
all. Eventually, I finally got up the nerve to approach her and her mother
at a grocery store, and offer to teach her English.  Our first lesson was
pretty stimulating, going through the parts of the body.  Monday morning I
went out, and met her and her best friend, Megumi, and they asked me to act
as their bodyguard on the crowded train.  Without intending to, I ended up
with my leg between Megu's nubile young thighs.

   She looked up at me in shock, but I shook my head, protesting that it
was an accident.  She began twisting her body about, trying to back away,
but this just got her pussy sliding up and down my thigh.  I reached out,
and grabbed her waist to lift her off of me, but my fingers slid up inside
her blouse touching her soft bare flesh.  My penis was ramrod erect by
then, poking her taut tummy.  She bit her lip, blushing furiously just
feeding my erection more.  At last, she managed to get her footing, and
pulled away.  Her face was all flushed, embarrassed certainly, but
seemingly a bit excited as well.

   The train finally pulled into Shibuya, and before I knew it, we were
washed along by the crowd as they rushed to get off.  We finally managed to
break away, and stand off at the side of the platform till the crowd
passed.

   "Gomen.  (Sorry)," I apologized feeling distinctly like a heel for
having gotten so excited when she had obviously been in some distress.

   "Ii yo.  Tasukarimashita.  Machin-san wa inakattara motto warui me ni
atta to omou yo.  (No, that's OK.  You were a great help.  If you hadn't
been there, it could have been a lot worse)," Megumi told me smiling shyly.
I was glad she felt that way, but it made me wonder what kind of things
these gropers usually did.

   "Motto warui me tte?  (What kind of things do they do?)," I asked,
unable to contain my curiosity.  Megumi blinked shyly, but Mayu was kind
enough to elaborate.

   "Te de sawatte kuru n da mon nee, nechikoku.  (They move their hands in,
and touch us all over.  They're quite persistent)," Mayu answered, opening
her eyes wide in simulated shock.

   I just stood there gazing at her, trying my best to hide my arousal. 
She reached out, and wrapped her fingers around Megu's left breast, and
slid her other hand into Megu's skirt to demonstrate.  Megumi gave out a
little squeal as Mayu's fingers found their target.  As far as I could tell
Mayu was simply trying to show me what the gropers did, but I was finding
Megumi's squirming and intermittent squeals of protest intensely arousing.
Megumi finally got Mayu to stop, but not before I'd gotten a most
noticeable hard-on.  Mayu suddenly snapped her fingers.

   "A sou da.  Megumi wa shitsumon ga atta yo ne.  Motto otoko no koto wo
shiritai tte.  (Oh, that reminds me.  Megumi had a question.  She wants to
know more about men)," Mayu went on cheerfully.

   I straightened out my trousers, trying to make the bulge less obvious,
and then looked over at Megumi.  She wants to know more about men, huh? 
I'll bet she does.

   "Suki na ko ga iru yo ne.  Dou yatte kare no kigen wo toru toka. 
(There's a boy she likes.  She wants to know how to get him interested in
her)."

   Yeah, well, a few squeals like that, and Megumi would probably have just
about any boy eating out of her hand.  I could vividly recall how it felt
to have her nubile young thighs wrapped around mine.

   "Suki na hito ga iru no kai?  Ja, ii yo.  Oshiete ageyou ka.  (There's a
boy you like, is there?  OK.  I can teach you a few things)."

   Megumi glanced at her slender wristwatch.

   "A, ikenai!  Isoganai to okurechau.  (Oh oh.  We'd better hurry up, or
we'll be late)."

   The crowd had died down a bit by then, so we rushed over to the stairs,
and the two of them bolted up.  Halfway up though, Mayu bent over to
straighten her socks.  I couldn't help but stop, and stare up at her cute
little ass.  Her buttocks cheeks looked so silky smooth, and her white
cotton panties were stretched tightly across her sweet little virgin pussy.
The material was so thin you could almost make out her pubic hair through
the weave.  Her skirt was so short it was hard to avoid giving people the
occasional peek, but this was way beyond that.  She was deliberately
showing me what a hot little tush she had, just in case I'd forgotten after
all this business with Megumi.  I definitely hadn't forgotten, but it was
always a pleasure to get another look.

   Megumi kept heading on up a few more stairs, and then stopped, waiting
for us to catch up.  Mayu straightened back up, her face made up in this
look of girlish innocence.  She was quite a work all right, pulling all
these little stunts, one after another, but never letting on for a second
how much she was getting off on doing it.

   At the top of the stairs, we went out the turnstiles, and up more
stairs. I found myself comparing Mayu's curvy little behind with Megumi's.
It was so hard to decide which I liked better.  They both looked so
delectable.  I wondered how the two such precocious little beauties had
ever come to be friends.

   We reached the top, and I came out of my reverie.  We emerged out onto
Hachiko plaza, one of the busiest meeting spots in all of Tokyo.

   "Atashitachi wa acchi.  (We go this way)," Mayu told me pointing back
behind the station.

   "Ja, houkago koko de machiawase suru?  Nanji?  (Do you want to meet here
after school?  What time?)" I asked.

   "Un, wakatta.  Ja, koko de yoji ne.  (OK.  We'll meet you here at four
o'clock)."

   They both smiled, waved goodbye, and ran off to school.  This was great.
Things were going so well.  I couldn't stop smiling all the way to the
office.

   It seemed like four o'clock would never arrive.  I ended up going back
to my apartment again, showering, and changing into some more casual
clothes.  I arrive at Hachiko a bit early, so I just sat there looking out
at all the other people waiting for their dates.  This being Shibuya, most
everyone was fashionably dressed.  A couple of girls started looking over
this way, pointing at me and giggling.  They were pretty good-looking, but
anyway, today for once, I had bigger fish to fry.

   When four finally rolled around, Mayu and Megumi showed up right on
time, cheerfully smiling to find me there waiting.  They led me across over
to Sentaagai, the main shopping street in Shibuya.  I'd been there before
of course, but never with two such lovely ladies for company.  I'd kind of
hoped to get Mayu alone, but Megumi was pretty cute too, so I could hardly
complain.  We walked a bit, and Mayu motioned for us to go into a
three-storey fast food restaurant on the corner.

   We ordered some light food and drinks, and then I followed them up to
the second floor seating area.  There was a group of four girls from
another school sitting at the back, so Mayu nodded for us to sit right by
the floor-to-ceiling window looking out over the street.  As we drew closer
though, we saw these guys standing down below in the intersection looking
up eagerly at Mayu and Megumi.  Megumi hesitated, and looked nervously over
at Mayu wondering if they should be sitting here in such clear view of the
street in their short skirts.  Mayu calmly sat down tilting her legs off to
the side, so the guys below wouldn't be able to see up her skirt.  Megumi
reluctantly followed suit, sitting on the other side of me, locking her
legs tightly together, and looking down anxiously at their erstwhile
admirers.

   As they settled in, I turned to Megumi.

   "Nde, asa yutta koto, suki na hito ga iru to.  (Oh, about what you said
this morning.  There's some boy you like)."

   "Yada.  Sonna maji ni kikanai de yo.  Suki made ikanai kedo, chotto
koukishin ga aru.  Dou kana tte.  (Oh, don't take it so seriously.  It's
not that I like him.  I'm just a bit curious.  I wonder what it would be
like)."

   I smiled, charmed by her coyness.

   "Dou tte?  (What what would be like?)."

   "Iya.  Kare to tsukiau koto.  (What it would be like to go out with
him...)" she went on her voice trailing off shyly.  Suddenly, she yelled
over at Mayu.  "Oi, Mayu.  Nozokarete iru yo.  (Hey, Mayu, be careful. 
Those guys are looking up your skirt)."

   Mayu looked down, and blushed.  She had absentmindedly spread her legs
apart, revealing her vaguely see-through panties to the boys down below. 
She pulled her legs back together, and turned her back to us, obviously
embarrassed to be caught like that.

   "Dou shiyou.  (Oh my.  What should I do?)" Mayu opined anxiously. 
"Chotto matte ne.  (Wait a minute, OK?)" Mayu fished around in her bag for
something.  She pulled out a pair of silky white panties, less see-through
than the ones she was wearing but still quite sexy.  Megumi leaned forward,
putting her hands on my shoulders, peering over at Mayu.

   "Nani shitenno?  (What are you doing?)" Megumi purred into my ear, the
tips of her nipples brushing against my back.  That I could feel her
nipples so clearly must mean she wasn't wearing a bra.  The feeling of her
cute little tits pressed up against my flesh was making the hair on the
back of my neck stand up.

   "Kigaette kuru.  (I'm just going to go change)," Mayu blushed.

   "Kyou bodiigaado ga iru kara, soko de kigaereba.  (Since we've got a
bodyguard today, why don't you change right there?)" Megumi whispered
huskily, her breath tickling my ear.

   "Yada!  Nani wo iu no yo.  (Ohmigod!  What are you saying?)" Mayu
exclaimed, feigning shock at this scandalous suggestion.  Despite her
protests though, she peered back over her shoulder at me, obviously
wondering what I thought about all this.  I was a bit surprised that they
would even contemplate such a thing given the crowd of guys looking on
below, but I quickly nodded.

   "Iya, ii yo.  Mamotte ageru.  (No, it's OK with me.  I'll protect you)."


   "Dou shiyou ka na.  (Hmm.  Should I?)," she teased, leaving us there
hanging.  We just sat there staring at her intently, but she seemed to be
enjoying teasing us.  Megumi finally reached out, and pushed her shoulder.

   "Hayaku shiro yo.  Aa, onaka suita.  (Hurry up for heaven's sake.  I'm
hungry)."

   Mayu bowed her head down, obviously trying to get up the nerve to strip
here in front of everyone.

   "Tetsudawou ka.  (Shall I help you?)," I offered.

   "Ii desu.  (No, thank you)," she replied coolly.  I was on the edge of
my seat with anticipation, but Megumi was pretending she'd lost interest.
She sat back down, and started eating.

   "Itsumo kou nan dakara!  (Mayu's always like this)," she complained.

   Mayu abruptly nodded as if she'd finally made up her mind.  I tensed
watching her.  She turned her back to us, peering out the window at the
boys below.  Some of them looked up here, but apparently, they couldn't
tell what she was doing from that angle.  She slid her hands into her
skirt, lifted up her cute little behind, and then pulled her panties down
her thighs.  The hem of her pleated navy skirt continued to shield her tush
from view.  I wanted so much to reach out, and lift up her skirt.

   Megumi put her hand on my shoulder again, and looked at me.  She had
apparently sensed what I was thinking, and motioned for me to go ahead.  I
reached out, and ever so gently lifted up the hem exposing the soft
well-rounded curves of Mayu's snow-white little bottom.  I went to let go,
but Megumi carefully took the hem from me, and tucked it into Mayu's belt
leaving her glorious round backside completely exposed.

   "Nani shite iru no?  (What are you two doing?)" Mayu whispered back at
us, as she struggled to pull her panties off.  They'd gotten tangled around
her ankles, and she kept shifting her cute little bottom in her seat trying
to pull them loose.  My cock stiffened, aching to be slid into Mayu's hips.


   Finally getting the panties free, Mayu moved to pull on the other pair,
but Megumi shot me this mischievous little grin, and got up.  She reached
over, grabbed both pairs from Mayu, and then backed away, smiling like the
cat that ate the canary.

   "Oi, kaeshite yo.  (Hey, give those back!)," Mayu yelled.  I got up to
stop them, but suddenly, Megumi raced off down the stairs taking Mayu's
panties with her.  Mayu looked back at me with these puppy dog eyes,
trembling with embarrassment as she sat there pantiless in the bright sun.
"Totte kite.  Onegai.  (Could you go get them?  Please)."

   I felt this intense desire for her welling up inside of me.  She looked
so vulnerable and beautiful sitting there like that pushing down the front
of her skirt.  I couldn't resist.  I leaned forward, and gave her a gentle
kiss.  Her lips were so soft and warm; her scent, so feminine and
attractive.  Her eyes widened in shock, and she gave out a little gasp, but
she didn't pull away.  My emotions went into overdrive as I finally managed
to fulfill my long simmering desire.  With an effort, I finally pulled back
to see her reaction.  She looked up at me confused, torn perhaps by my
sudden forwardness.  She was breathing heavily, still desperately holding
her skirt down over her pussy.  I smiled, and said,

   "Hai, sugu motte kuru.  (OK, I'll bring them right back)." I went to
leave, but when I looked back at her, I noticed that all the boys down in
the square were going bananas, whooping and cheering.  At first I thought
it might be because of the kiss, but then I suddenly remembered that Megumi
had tucked the hem of Mayu's skirt into her belt.  The guys were whooping
it up because she was unknowingly flashing them her cute little bare bottom
as she turned to watch me leave.  I hurried back, reached down, pulled her
skirt back out, and straightened it.  At first, she pulled back, wondering
what I was doing, but once she saw what had happened to her skirt, she
started blushing and rubbing her rear end embarrassed to have been caught
like that.  She hadn't really intended to show everyone, but she had been
asking for trouble by agreeing to take off her panties in the first place.
I never even dreamed that she would go through with it.

   I rushed down the stairs, and out into the square.  The guys all kind of
looked over wondering if I might be coming after them, but soon I spotted
Megumi.  She was standing there glaring at me angrily.

   "Nande Mayu to kisu nanka suru no?  Zurui ja nai.  (What did you go, and
kiss Mayu for?  It's not fair)."

   "Iya, betsu ni...  (Uh, I didn't mean...)." Now it was my turn to feel
confused.  Why was Megumi getting so upset?  It almost seemed like she was
jealous.  She'd just told me there was a boy at school she had a crush on.
What should she care what Mayu and I do?  Still, she looked pretty upset.
"Gomen nasai.  Tsui.  (I'm sorry.  I just kind of did it.  I don't know
what came over me)."

   "Iyaaa, nanka yadana, hontou ni.  (I can't believe it.  I can't believe
you would do something like that)."

   "Gomen nasai.  (I'm sorry)."

   It was clear she was still ticked off, but anyway, she finally gave me
Mayu's panties.  The guys in the square were all staring at us, whispering
to each other about why some gaijin (foreigner) was out with these two
beautiful young girls, and why one of them had just up and taken off her
panties.  I looked up at Mayu.  She was sitting there with her legs pressed
together looking down at us, blushing furiously.

   I tromped back up the stairs, and handed her her panties.  She gave me a
quick peck on the cheek, and ran off to the washroom.  Just at the door,
she paused for a moment, and then bent over to fix her socks, giving me one
last look at her cute little rear.  The group of high school girls noticed
her, paused for a moment, and then broke out into a fit of giggles.  I
wondered for a moment why they didn't seem more shocked.  Had they perhaps
done the same thing themselves?  Perhaps the girls here are a lot less
innocent than they seem.

   Megumi came back up, followed by a couple of the guys from below who'd
come to get a closer look.  I could see why these two needed a bodyguard.
If I hadn't been around, they might have been in for quite a bit of
unwanted attention.

   Mayu came back out, and the three of us sat down, and ate our food.  I
wanted to ask Megumi a bit more about this boy she liked, but she still
seemed to be angry at me for kissing Mayu.  I rubbed my cheek where Mayu
had kissed me, and looked over at her knowingly, but she gave me this
wide-eyed look like she didn't know what I was grinning about.  Megumi kept
glaring at me suspiciously, so I finally had to go back to eating, and keep
my lascivious thoughts to myself.

   After we finished, we went back outside.  Some of the boys from the
square starting following us, but Mayu and Megumi ran on ahead slipping
through the crowded streets with practiced ease.  No doubt they got chased
around a lot.  I finally caught up to them back at the intersection in
front of the station.  They said that they had to head back, or else their
parents would worry.  I kind of wanted to talk with Mayu some more, but
anyway, we got on the train, and headed back.  It wasn't nearly as crowded
as it was that morning.  We got off at our stop, walked up to that
convenience store where I'd first seen Megumi, and bought a few things.

   "Atashi kocchi dakara.  Jaa.  (I have to go this way.  See you)," Megumi
said sadly, and then ran off towards her house.  Mayu and I walked along in
silence, just the two of us through the back streets towards home.  I felt
so much like kissing her again, or at least asking when I could see her,
but she seemed kind of nervous.

   "Ashita wa...?  (About tomorrow...?)," I started to ask.

   "Chiagaaru no renshuu.  Mokuyoubi mo.  (I have cheerleading practice. 
Thursday too)."

   "A sou ka.  Kouen de?  (I see.  In the park?)"

   "Iya, gakkou no guraundo.  (No, in the field behind our school)." She
tilted her head, and looked at me suspiciously.  "Doushite kouen no koto wo
shitte iru no?  (How do you know we practice in the park?)"

   "Iya, kono aida mikakete sa.  (Oh, I just happened to see you there one
day)."

   She opened her eyes wide, and suddenly started blushing as she wondered
if I'd seen her flitting around with no panties that one time.  I tried to
look innocent, but this just confirmed her suspicions.  She stared down at
the sidewalk blushing even more.

   "Maa maa, kinishinai de.  Ore shigoto ga aru kara, shibaraku aenai to
omou kedo.  (Anyway, don't worry about it.  I have some work I have to do,
so I don't think I'll be able to see you for the next little bit.)."

   "A sou.  (Oh.)" she said not looking up.  When we got close to her
house, she ran on ahead, then turned, and waved goodbye.

   "Kyou wa arigatou.  (Thanks for all you did for us today)."

   I smiled, and waved back.  She was quite a treasure, she was.

   The next couple of days I worked away at home, catching up on my work. I
saw her leave in the morning, and come home after school.  She seemed in a
pretty good mood, and I wondered if it was because of me.  Thursday
afternoon, I decided to surprise her, and go down, and watch her
cheerleading practice.  I left early, but it took me a while to find the
school again.  I finally spotted some girls in the same uniform heading
this way, and eventually found it.

   I went around back, but there was no one on the field.  I saw these two
boys peeking into one of the classroom windows, but when I came closer,
they ran away.  As I peered in, I realized that they'd been peeping in on
the cheerleading team as they changed in an empty classroom.  I knew I
probably shouldn't look, but it was hard to resist.  The girls had mostly
finished changing anyway.  I looked around for Mayu and Megumi, but they
didn't seem to be there.  Eventually, they came rushing in.

   "Gomen, gomen, (Sorry)," they apologized, and quickly started undoing
their navy blue mini-skirts, and slipping out of them.  Their white cotton
panties clung tightly to their pubic mounds giving me a hard-on again.  The
other girls told Mayu and Megumi to hurry up, and then left the classroom,
leaving the two of them alone.  Mayu went to the door to make sure they had
gone, and then started sliding down her frilly lace panties.  Megumi turned
this way, and almost caught me staring in.  I backed off for a minute, but
I simply couldn't contain my curiosity.  I peeked over the sill, and saw
Megumi lifting her blouse over her head, the little triangle of her black
pubic hair already bare.

   Unfortunately, I could hear the voices of the other cheerleaders coming
out the door not far from where I was standing.  I didn't want them to find
me here spying, so I walked that way, and passed them in the doorway as
they came out.  They looked up at me surprised to see a tall foreigner
visiting their school.  As they walked away, I heard them giggling.

   I made my way into the school, and quickly found the classroom where
Mayu and Megumi were changing.  I glanced in through the window in the
door, and what do you know if the two of them weren't standing there naked
in just their shoes and socks by the blackboard.  I gasped stunned by their
audacity.  This was a girl's school, but still to lounge around class
naked...  They seemed to be talking something over, and scribbling on the
board.  I'd never seen Megumi naked before, but she was every bit as
stunning as the lovely Mayu.  She had ample round tits for a teenager and a
lush furry bush.  Mayu was standing with her back to me, tilting her cute
little ass to the side.  Both of them had the smoothest skin I'd ever seen.


   Suddenly, Megumi's eyes went wide in shock as she finally noticed me
standing peering in on them from the door.



   The Girl Next Door 5: Beach Date

   The story so far: I'm an American translator living and working out of a
cozy little apartment in an upscale neighborhood in western Tokyo . 
Directly below lives Mayu Hamada, a beautiful young Japanese schoolgirl,
with her mom and dad.  Despite her shy appearance, Mayu has turned out to
be quite the exhibitionist.  I caught her a couple of times, parading
around outside without panties, sometimes wearing very little at all.  One
day, I approached her and her mother at a grocery store, and they agreed to
let me teach Mayu English.  During our first lesson, Mayu continued to
tease, and I almost lost control.  A few days later, she and her best
friend Megumi asked me to be their bodyguard, and I ended up kissing Mayu
in a fast food restaurant in Shibuya.  Then, one day I decided to drop by
at their school to watch their cheerleading practice.  I spotted them
getting changed in an empty classroom, and went inside the school to find
them standing naked by the blackboard.  Unfortunately, they caught me
peering in through the door to the hall.

   "Kyaa!  Nozokima!  Hentai!  Minai de yo!  (Ohmigod!  Peeping tom! 
Pervert!  Don't look!)" The two of them started screaming their heads off,
covering their delightful little pussies and tits with their hands.  Damn!
What on earth are they getting so upset about?  I'd seen Mayu naked a few
times before, and it didn't seem like Megumi was any shyer.  Who strips
naked in a classroom anyway?

   "Ochitsuke!  Ochitsuke!  Wazato ja nai yo.  Hadaka da to omowanakatta.
(Calm down!  Relax!  It wasn't on purpose.  I didn't realize you'd be
naked)," I rushed to reassure them opening the door.  Of course this wasn't
100% true.  I'd seen them changing from outside, and had hoped to catch a
glimpse of something more, but who would have thought they'd strip stark
raving naked.  "Sakki otoko no ko ga mado kara nozoitteita kedo, ore
oidashita.  (There were a couple of boys peeping in on you from the window,
but I chased them away)."

   "Kyaa!  (Oh no!)" they screamed turning to face the window, not
bothering to hide their cute little asses.  I'd seen Mayu's before, round
pink cheeks exuding a clean healthy sensuality.  Megumi's was a little
whiter, more slender, but quite cute in a girlish way.  They stood there
for a moment almost as if they were deliberately letting me see.  Mayu even
spread her legs, and leaned forward a little, giving me a tantalizing
glimpse of her pussy.  Her pose was so risque, looking almost as if she
were inviting me to fuck her.  I covered my crotch as my cock flared to
life.

   They finally turned back.

   "Mou sore wa ii kara, dete ike!  Ja nai to sensei yobu yo!  (That's
fine, but anyway, get out!  If you don't, we'll call the teacher)."

   I bowed my head, feeling a tad guilty, but I couldn't take my eyes off
of them.  For some reason, their sudden bashfulness was getting me even
hornier still.  They looked so damn sexy clutching their pussies and
breasts in a vain effort to hide them.  Unfortunately, it looked like they
were pretty upset at my storming in on them.  I reluctantly backed away
rather than risk angering them further.

   "Wakatta.  Iku yo.  Ja.  (Alright, alright.  I'm leaving, OK?)" I took
one last look at them.  Mayu stuck out her tongue at me.  I bowed once
more, and closed the door.

   Out in the hall, an older man in a suit was coming this way.  I guess
he'd heard their screams, and was coming to investigate.  He looked a bit
surprised to see a western man here in his all-girls school.

   "Nn?  Nanika?  (Huh?  Is there something I can do for you?)" he asked
hesitantly.  I was worried he might take a look in the class, and find Mayu
and Megu standing there naked.  My mind raced to think of an excuse.

   "A, hai.  Koko wa Aoyama Daigaku desu ka ne.  (Uh, yes there is.  Is
this Aoyama University?)" I asked pretending to be lost.  He took me out to
the front of the school, and pointed in the direction of Aoyama.  I
breathed a deep sigh of relief.  It's too bad I had to leave, but with any
luck, they'd be safely dressed by now.

   I went back around behind the school, and eventually, the two of them
came out onto the field, and joined the other cheerleaders.  There were
some other boys sitting in the stands watching them.  I couldn't tell if it
was the same boys from earlier, but it seemed likely.  Did they come here
often?  Did Mayu and Megu always change in the classroom like that?  Why
hadn't they realize that they were being watched?  Surely they'd check.  Or
was it that they wanted to be seen?  In any case, I'm going to have to keep
on an eye on them if I'm going to be taking my bodyguard duties seriously.

   Eventually, the practice finished, and they all headed back inside to
change back into their school uniforms.  The boys and I eyed each other
suspiciously, but when we headed back toward the school, the curtains on
the classroom were closed.  At least, it seemed like the girls had learned
their lesson.  I was relieved in a way.  I didn't want the whole world
ogling my newfound sweethearts.

   The cheerleaders all came out in a group.  I hung nearby, but Mayu and
Megu didn't even look this way.  I guess they didn't want their friends to
know that they were hanging out with me for some reason.  Mayu hadn't
seemed too keen on letting even Megu know about me.  Ah well.  I decided to
let it be, and lost them in the crowd around Shibuya station.

   I had deadlines piling up at work, so I stayed at home the next day, and
tried to catch up a bit.  I saw Mayu come home from school, and then a
little later her mother went out.  Mayu came to the back door, and peered
up at my building.  It seemed that somehow she'd figured out that this was
the building I lived in.  I'd kind of been hoping that she'd come out into
her backyard as she had in the past, but it looked like she was more wary
now.  Soon she disappeared back inside.

   I still had plenty of work yet to do, but seeing her again had piqued my
curiosity.  With Mayu home alone, I was pretty sure she'd get up to
something.  I tried my best to concentrate on my work, but I couldn't stop
thinking of her.  I finally got up, and went down and out to her house. 
Should I knock?  I wonder if she's still angry about my peeking in on them.
Probably.  Maybe I should apologize.  I stood there for a long time,
hesitating to knock.  Maybe I should wait.  I'll see her next week anyway,
for our English lesson.

   Then, through the bubbled glass next to the front door, I saw her come
down the stairs, and go into the dining room.  It was hard to tell exactly
what she was wearing because the bubbles acted like a funhouse mirror
distorting her image, but it did look like her legs were bare.  I looked
over at the gate into her yard and the large dining room windows beyond.  I
wonder if I can sneak in, and just take a quick peek.  There was no one out
on the balconies in my building, and I couldn't see anyone in the house
next to Mayu's either.  I slowly opened the gate, but it gave out a
horrendous creeking noise.  I hope she didn't hear that.  I cautiously
crept down to the window, peering in.  The blinds were wide open.

   Mayu was behind the kitchen counter making something.  I could see her
head bent down over the counter consulting some kind of cookbook.  She was
so busy concentrating on whatever it was she was making she didn't notice
me at all.  I hid as best I could at the window's edge, watching to see
what she would do next.  She came to the door of the kitchen, and peered
over this way, so I had to duck back.  I tried to hold back as long as I
could, but the suspense was killing me.  I had to get a closer look at what
she was wearing.  I finally peeked one eye out around the corner of the
window.  She was sitting at the table stirring a mixing bowl, cake perhaps.
I could see her bare feet and legs, but the table was in the way.  I
couldn't see her midriff.

   Finally, she got up, and walked back to the counter.  Her dark t-shirt
hung down to her waist, but as I had suspected, she was naked from the
waist down.  She leaned forward on to the counter, sticking out her
precious little rear end in the sexiest way possible.  This was too rich.
Drat!  I should have brought my camera.

   Just then behind me, I heard this horrible clatter.  I backed away from
the window, and looked up.  On the second floor of the next door neighbor's
house, a young boy was opening his window, apparently trying to get a look
inside Mayu's house.  Mayu, for her part, scampered over this way, and
quickly shut the blinds.  I don't think she saw me, but she'd definitely
seen the neighbor boy.  Damn!  Why couldn't he have left well enough alone?
I guess he must have seen me spying in, and wanted to get a look at
whatever it was I was looking at.  Now with the blinds closed neither of us
could see a thing.  He looked down at me, a bit nervously, but I just
rubbed my neck, annoyed.

   I decided to go back out to the street rather than risk sticking around.
I guess I shouldn't be sneaking around outside Mayu's house anyway.  Her
mom might come back soon in any case.  I hung out on the street corner for
a bit, and then wonder of wonders, Mayu came out of her house.  She'd
changed into a navy blue hoodie and a pair of red gym shorts, 'bloomers' as
they're called here.  She saw me right away, but gave me the cold shoulder.


   "Kinou gomen ne.  Masaka soko ni kigaete iru to wa...  (Sorry about
yesterday.  I never dreamed you'd be changing there)," I apologized.

   She just walked straight past, obviously in a bad mood.

   "Ne, okoru na yo.  Wazato ja nai to yutte iru deshou?  (Don't be so
angry.  I'm telling you it wasn't on purpose)."

   She just kept right on walking, her shorts caught up inside her sweet
little ass cheeks.  She had a great ass.

   "Doko ni iku no?  (Where are you going?)," I persisted.

   "Kaimono.  (Shopping)," she finally said, acknowledging my presence.

   "Nani kau no?  (What are you going to buy?)"

   "Ringo toka.  Mafin wo tsukutteiru no.  (Apples and stuff.  I'm making
muffins)."

   "Eee.  Ryouri dekiru nda.  (Really?  You can cook?)."

   "Maa ne.  (Yeah, a little)."

   I was glad she finally seemed to be getting over her anger.  I honestly
hadn't meant to upset her, but clearly they'd been asking for it changing
in such a wide open place.

   We arrived at a small fruit market.  Mayu leaned forward picking up
apples, looking for the best one.  Peeking down the front of her hoodie, I
realized that she wasn't wearing a bra.  The little vixen!  Her perky
titties were hanging down like ripe apples about to fall off a tree.  Her
nipples were the most glorious shade of pink.  I adjusted my crotch to hide
my mounting hard-on.

   "Ne, ne, Mayu chan.  Kondo dokka ikanai?  (Um, Mayu.  What do you say we
go out somewhere sometime?)."

   She blinked at me innocently, still trying to make out that she didn't
realize I could see her gorgeous breasts.

   "E?  Dokka tte?  (What?  Like where?)."

   Was she playing coy, playing hard to get?  I moved my gaze up from her
tits to her eyes, but I still couldn't figure out if she was just teasing
me, or honestly as innocent as she was trying to make out.  How could a
girl so insanely sexy not know what I was suggesting?

   "Un, maa.  Dokka ikitai tokoro aru?  (Um, I don't know.  Is there some
place you'd like to go?)."

   "Un.  Sou ne.  (Hmm.  Let's see)." She continued to sort through the
apples, but one of the stock boys had noticed her, and was staring mouth
agape at her juicy tits.  My own hard-on was getting harder and harder to
conceal, but luckily(?), she finally straightened up.

   "Ja umi ni tsurete ite yo.  (OK, then.  Let's go to the ocean)," she
bubbled cheerfully.

   "Aa, ii yo, mochiron.  (Sure)," I smiled, ecstatic she had agreed. 
"Doyoubi wa dou?  (What about this Saturday?)."

   "Ja, ryoushin ni kiite miru ne.  Ato Megumi wo sasou.  (OK, I'll ask my
parents.  And I'll invite Megumi too)."

   Woops!  I hadn't counted on that.  It was beginning to seem like she
didn't go anywhere without Megumi along as a chaperone.  Ah well.  I guess
I shouldn't complain.  Megumi was a cute girl too.

   For the next couple of days, I didn't see much of Mayu.  I had to catch
up on my work in any case, and now that we were all set up for a date, it
seemed like the right time.  Then late one night, I got up to get a glass
of water, and happened to glance out my window, and see Mayu leaving her
house.  What's she up to at this hour?  I quickly changed into some
clothes, and headed out after her, but I couldn't catch her.  It looked
like she had headed off in the direction of Megumi's house.  I'd seen the
two of them over there by the convenience store once.  I wonder what she
was up to.

   Anyway, finally Saturday came rolling around.  I met Mayu out on the
corner, just out of sight of her house.  Even though it was a Saturday, she
was in her school uniform: short-sleeved white blouse, pleated navy blue
miniskirt, black leather shoes and "loose" white socks bunched up at her
ankles.  She explained that she'd told her parents that she and Megumi were
going off to find out about a cram school nearby.  I laughed at her
canniness.  She was quite the work, but it was sad that she had to resort
to deception.  I guess Japanese high school students aren't nearly as free
as American ones.

   We walked over to Megumi's, chatting cheerfully along the way, and then
phoned Megumi from the street.  Soon, Megumi came out also in uniform.  I
felt a bit self-conscious about being seen all the time with two
schoolgirls, but they didn't seem worried, and no one else seemed to care
either.  They did get their share of stares though.  I could easily
understand why.  They were good-looking girls.

   We got on the train bound for one of the more popular beaches near
Tokyo, Enoshima.  Mayu and Megumi both babbled on excitedly about how long
it had been since they went to the beach and how much they were looking
forward to swimming.  Even on the train, we saw lots of people dressed in
sandals and beach cover-ups.  It was a beautiful day out, so I guess they
all had the same idea.

   Down at the beach, vendors had already started putting up concession
stands and make-shift change rooms getting ready for the summer.  This
particular beach had a very young crowd, mostly university or high school
age.  The whole beach had an atmosphere like a carnival, very upbeat and
fun.  The girls were all dressed in these skimpy brightly-colored bikinis,
and we saw tons of boys out on the hunt.

   Mayu and Megumi led me down the ramp onto the east beach.  We set our
stuff down at the back of the beach in the shade, a bit of a way off from
everyone else.  Mayu and Megumi looked over at me shyly, but when they saw
me eyeing them, they looked away, and started to get their things out of
their bags.

   Not wanting to be rude, I looked away, but it soon became apparent that
they intended to change into their swimsuits right there on the beach.  All
three of us were kind of off in a corner between this concrete embankment
and the wall of a closed drink stand.  Mayu held up a big towel to shield
Megumi from view while she changed.  I immediately sat up, astounded that
they would even consider changing out in the open on such a crowded beach.

   Below the towel, I could see Megumi's slender ankles and calves.  Her
white cotton panties slid into view as she pushed them down her legs, and
then stepped out of them.  I don't know why, but I found this incredibly
arousing.  She looked suitably embarrassed, but if she didn't want people
to watch she should have chosen a more private place.  These girls seemed
to enjoy changing in the most public places.  I was still having trouble
getting used to it.  They tried to act like it was no big deal, but I
wasn't the only one on the beach keeping a close eye on Megumi.  It was
almost like they enjoyed the attention.

   I watched apprehensive, as Megumi slid her skirt down her legs and off.
She still had her shoes and socks on, but was presumably standing there
bottomless behind the towel.

   Mayu looked over at me, distracted.  I'm not sure what she was musing
about, but she became so fixated on me that her arms started swaying back
and forth, giving me a peek at Megumi's luscious black muff behind the
towel.  Megumi grabbed her arm, and pulled it back trying to get her to
hold the towel steady, but then Mayu motioned with her forehead toward
where I was sitting.  Megumi peered over curiously at me, but when our eyes
met, she turned away seemingly flustered.  I saw her lift up her feet one
at a time to pull her swimsuit bottoms on.  Once she had her bottoms on,
she came out from behind the towel.

   Next, they switched positions with Megumi standing with her back to me
holding the towel up.  There was something strangely kinky about how she
was dressed: this skimpy orange string bikini bottom hugging her rear with
a white school blouse on top and black shoes on her feet.  I wasn't the
only one who noticed it either.  A lot of the boys on the beach were
looking over this way, ogling Megumi's ass and giving me the evil eye.  She
had such a gorgeous rear for a girl so young, toned and curvaceous.  Her
legs were creamy white.  She clearly hadn't been out in the sun much.  I
wasn't quite sure what to make of Megumi's outfit.  Was she deliberately
trying to turn me on?

   Mayu stripped off enthusiastically, throwing her panties, skirt, blouse
and bra down on her towel.  She was facing this way, but talking with her
head down, so I couldn't quite hear what she was saying.  Megu shook her
head no, and they argued back and forth.

   I finally noticed that Megumi, standing with her back to me, had gotten
her bikini bottoms caught in the crack of her rear.  The soft round flesh
of her buttocks looked positively indecent.  I stood up to warn her.

   "Bikini kuikonde iru yo.  (Megumi, you've got a wedgy)."

   She reached back to fix her bottoms, lowering the towel.  Suddenly, I
could see Mayu standing there on the bright sunny beach - stark naked!  My
eyes were drawn to her furry black bush.  Her hair was quite thick but
neatly trimmed.  I strained to see her pussy lips, but before I could, she
turned around and squatted down frantically pawing through her bag for
something to cover up with.  Her hips were round and full, and as she
leaned forward to look in the bag, she was inadvertently treating us all to
a glimpse of her starfish anus and a hint of black pubic hair beyond.  I
could sense guys gathering around drawn like a magnet to this precocious
little tart, yearning to get a closer look.  I knew I should protect her,
but my own cock was getting unbearably stiff.  Mayu pulled out a hoodie,
and slid it on, but it did nothing to cover her pudgy little rear, the real
problem.

   Megumi finally lifted the towel back up covering Mayu again.  I turned,
and grimaced at the swarm of hungry wolves who had gathered.  They stopped,
keeping their distance, eyeing me cautiously.  I got up, and walked over to
where Mayu and Megumi were standing.  Mayu turned her head to look back at
me, still quivering there half naked behind the towel.

   "Bodigaado ga iru kara tte minna ni supponpon wo sarasu koto wa nai ja
nai.  (Just because you've got a bodyguard today doesn't mean you should
flash the whole beach)," I warned motioning at our audience.

   "Machin-san no sei deshou ga.  Mizugi kuikonde iru to yutteita n ja nai?
(It's your fault for telling me my bikini was crooked)," Megumi snapped
back.

   "Sono kakkou mo mondai ari.  (Your outfit isn't helping)," I said
nodding at her sailor top and skimpy bikini bottom.

   "Doushite?  (Why?  What's wrong?)."

   "Ya, nanka etchi.  (It's kind of kinky, don't you think?)."

   "Doko ga warui?  Gakuseifuku.  Hentai!  Hentai otoko!  (What's wrong
with it?  This is just my school uniform.  Pervert!  You're nothing but a
dirty old man!)."

   Megumi finally just gave the towel to Mayu to wrap around her naked
torso.  The two of them sat down on their towels and started rubbing some
sunscreen on.

   "Mayu.  Hayaku mizugi ni kigaete.  (Mayu, you'd better hurry up, and
change into your swimsuit)," I warned, worried about all these guys staring
at them.

   "Ja, Machin-san, taoru motte.  (You hold the towel then)." She stood up,
turned her back to the beach, and pulled the towel open letting me take it
from her.  I held it high enough to cover her up, but I was a lot taller
than she, so I could see cute little bare ass as clear as anything.  She
didn't seem too worried that I was watching her.  She bent down, ostensibly
to get her bikini bottoms out of her bag, but in the process she was giving
me an excellent view of her round little rump.  The sun lit up her gorgeous
round butt cheeks, but her delicate little pussy lips were still shrouded
in shade.  Lord, she must know what effect this is having on me.  I wanted
so much to undo my shorts and ram my aching cock inside her.

   "Yada, minai de yo.  (Oh no.  Don't look!)," Megumi cried out, reaching
up and grabbing my head, trying to forcibly turn it away.  I struggled to
turn my head back towards Mayu, but in my overheated state, I let the towel
drop again.  Mayu straightened back up, covering her big bare ass with the
delicate little fingers of her hand.  Megumi had climbed up onto my back,
and was dragging me down, leaving poor Mayu standing there half-naked and
exposed.

   "Chotto, chotto.  (Hey, hey.  What are you doing?)," Mayu cried out
frantically, as Megumi and I fell back onto the sand.  Mayu looked back
helplessly at her own naked rear, and then out all the surprised onlookers.
She looked suitably shocked, but I thought I detected a hint of secret
delight at exposing her gorgeous bod to such a large audience of
appreciative viewers.  She pressed her fingers against her lips milking the
damsel in distress routine for all it was worth, but she made not the
slightest effort to cover up her obscenely sexy body.  I put my hand on my
crotch straining not to come in my jeans.  To make matters even worse, the
naked Mayu dove on top of me, cursing and desperately trying to wrench the
towel away from my grasp.

   "Hanashite.  Hanashite yo.  Hazukashii n dakara.  (Let go.  Let go. 
God, this is so embarrassing)."

   She did look to be blushing somewhat, but even as she cried out at me,
it seemed like she was smiling.  She was sitting straddled on my cock,
rubbing her pussy against it in the sexiest way possible.  I let go of the
towel, and struggled to sit up to get her off me before I blew my load. 
She finally grabbed the towel, stood back up, and wrapped it around her.

   Megumi was still pummeling me with her dainty little fists from behind.
I turned, and realized I was lying right on top of her pinning her to the
sand.  I quickly scrambled to my feet, and got off of her.  She looked even
more upset than Mayu did, not used to having six foot tall men lying on top
of her I guess.

   Mayu scrambled to pull on her bikini bottoms, and I finally turned to
look out at the crowd.  There were scads of buff young beach studs all
staring over at us open-mouthed unable to believe their good fortune.  Mayu
was such a hot little number, and now practically the whole beach knew it.
Mayu lightly struck me on the shoulder trying to make out that it was all
my fault.  I breathed deeply trying to calm back down.  I couldn't very
well deny that I had found this little turn of events arousing to say the
least, but it wasn't like I had planned it or anything.

   "Gomen, gomen, (Sorry.  Sorry)," I apologized, holding my hands together
asking for forgiveness.  Mayu finally got her bikini on, and peeled off her
towel, amazingly calm considering.  Megumi was still grimacing at me, sure
that I had done all this on purpose.



   The Girl Next Door 6: Out of control

   The story so far: I'm an American translator living and working out of a
cozy little apartment in an upscale neighborhood in western Tokyo.  Just
below my balcony lives Mayu Hamada, a beautiful young Japanese schoolgirl,
in a house with her mom and dad.  Despite her shy appearance, Mayu has some
strange habits.  I caught her a couple of times, parading around outside
without panties, sometimes wearing very little at all.  Intrigued one day,
I approached her and her mother at a grocery store, and they agreed to let
me teach Mayu English.  During our lessons, Mayu continued to tease.  A few
days later, she and her best friend Megumi asked me to be their bodyguard,
and I ended up kissing Mayu in a fast food restaurant.  A week or so later,
I asked her out on a date, but she ended up inviting Megumi to come along
with us to the beach.  The two of them got changed right on the beach
accidentally(?) flashing their fit little bodies to the crowd of guys
hanging around.

   Anyway, eventually Megumi settled down, and we spread out our towels on
the sand.  The crowd around continued to stare at the two of them in their
skimpy bikinis for quite a long time, but they just ignored it, and went in
swimming.  I stripped down to my swim trunks, and put on some sun block. 
Mayu and Megumi always seemed quite skilled at their cheerleading routines,
but neither of them were quite as good at swimming.  Still, they laughed,
and played in the waves, and definitely seemed to be having a good time.  I
was a bit concerned because some of the boys seemed to be following them
around, but the two of them kept their distance, and eventually came back
to where I was.

   "Ohiru wa dou shimasu?  (What do you want to do for lunch?)," Mayu asked
cheerfully.

   "Eki no hou ni omise aru yo ne.  (There are some restaurants back by the
station)," I suggested.  Mayu towelled off, took a hoodie out of her bag,
and pulled it on.  She bent over to gather up her stuff, and I found myself
staring at her cute little bikini-clad ass.  She noticed, and asked,

   "Doushita no?  (What's wrong?)."

   My mind raced for an excuse.

   "Suna tsuite iru zo.  (You've got sand on you)," I deadpanned.  Megumi
tilted her ass towards me, and asked,

   "Atashi wa?  (What about me?)."

   I grinned, glad for the opportunity to examine Megu's ass more closely.
I gave it a gentle swat pretending to be brushing off the sand.

   "Chotto ne.  (A bit)."

   Mayu pulled up the hem of her hoodie to take a better look at her own
tight little butt.  She slid her fingers in the bikini bottom pulling it
away from her soft flesh.  She glanced back at me somewhat teasingly as she
straightened it out.  Was this an invitation?  She was such a precocious
little tart.

   Megumi pulled on a sweatshirt, and we walked back towards the street.  A
lot of the guys back on the beach stared at the two of them as we walked
away, obviously sad to see them go.  We wandered into a burger chain. 
There were a bunch of surfer guys in long swimming trunks milling around,
glancing over at Mayu and Megu and talking amongst themselves.  They seemed
a bit put off by my presence, but I just smiled at them calmly.  Once we'd
got our food, we walked up the short stairs, and sat down in one of the
booths away from the window.  Mayu kept looking down, and fiddling with her
bottoms.

   "Doushita no?  (What's wrong?)," I asked.

   "Nanka nurunuru shite kimochi warui.  (It feels kind of clammy and
gross)," she mugged.  She glanced a bit nervously back at the surfers
sitting around by the window behind her, but finally, got up.  "Chotto itte
kuru ne.  (I'll be right back)," she called back as she scurried off to the
washroom.  I looked over at Megu wondering what Mayu might be up to, but
she just shrugged, and slid another french fry into her mouth.  Soon, Mayu
peeked her head out of the washroom door.

   "Megu, taoru wo totte kite.  (Megu, can you hand me my towel?)"

   Megu dug it out of Mayu's bag, but handed it to me to take over.  I got
up, and walked over to the door of the ladies' room.  Mayu was standing
there leaning forward clutching the hem of her hoodie trying to hide her
crotch from me.  However, behind her, I could see the reflection of her
cute little bikini ass in the mirror.  She took the towel from me with a
playful little grin waiting for me to go back to our table before going
back inside.  I sat back down, and ate a bit more, but my curiosity was
getting the better of me.  I gestured in apology to Megu, and got back up.

   "Ee?  Doko ni iku no?  (What?  Where are you going?)," she asked
surprised.

   "Chotto.  (Just over there)," I replied.  I went into the guys'
washroom, and washed my hands, but on the way back out, I couldn't resist
checking in on Mayu.  I gently pressed the girls' door open peeking in.

   As I suspected, she'd stripped out of her hoodie and bikini, and was
standing there naked with her back to me in front of the mirror drying off
her body.  Her skin was still fairly light, but it was even whiter still in
the triangle on her ass where her bikini had been.  Her ass curved out
quite nicely, pudgy-looking and soft, with this cleft in each cheek showing
what good shape she was in from all her cheerleading.  She had threaded the
towel between her legs, and was pulling it back and forth, ostensibly in an
effort to dry off her wet pubic hair.  I thought I could hear her moaning
slightly, muffling her own voice with her hand, as the soft towel brushed
against her sensitive little clit.

   Just looking at her made me want to...  I mean, I was so taken with her
beauty I forgot for a moment where I was.  She looked back this way, so I
quickly shut the door, and scurried away, but I could hear her calling.

   "E?  Dare na no?  (What?  Who is it?)."

   I was so glad she hadn't realized it was me.  When she finally came out,
she had her hoodie back on, but was struggling to hold the hem down to
cover both her crotch and her backside.  Surely she hadn't come out here
bottomless?  She promptly sat down, and I couldn't contain my curiosity.

   "Noopan na no?  (You're not going commando, are you?)"

   "Yada.  Chigau yo.  (Are you kidding?  No way)." She lifted up her
hoodie to show me she was wearing a pair of snug-fitting khaki shorts. 
Megumi laughed, but Mayu looked offended.  "Nani kangaete n no?  Sukebei.
(What are you thinking?  Pervert!)"

   I couldn't understand what she was getting so upset about.  Knowing how
she was, it wasn't that farfetched, especially after watching them get
changed on the beach there earlier.  I didn't understand how they could be
so brazen one minute and so indignant the next.  There was still a lot I
had to learn.

   On our way out, I noticed one of the surfer guys pull off his sunglasses
to get a better look at Mayu and Megu as they passed.  Mayu tilted her body
to the side, trying to squeeze past without showing them her rear, but she
accidentally bumped her butt cheek against the table behind her.  She
jumped, let out a little squeal, and looked down, knocking her own
sunglasses onto the floor.  One of the surfers was kind enough to pick them
up for her, but she hesitated to let go of the hem of her sweatshirt which
she was holding down to cover her ass.  He finally placed the sunglasses
back on her head giving her this big satisfied grin.  She quickly scrambled
down the stairs, while all of us watched her cute little behind.  A couple
of the surfers got up, and followed us to the door, but they stayed there
as we walked away.

   "Mou oyoganai no?  (Aren't you going in swimming again?)" I asked.

   "Shima no hou ni ikou.  (Let's go to the island)," Mayu finally
suggested.  Megu nodded, and off we went.  We crossed the bridge to the
island, and stopped in some of the souvenir shops.  I bought each of them
some ice cream and a box of treats to take home with them.  We climbed up
the mountain, and rested in one of the tea shops that looked out over the
ocean.  It was a beautiful place, and I was grateful to Mayu for suggesting
it.

   Megu got up, and headed off to the washroom to change out of her
swimsuit.  I looked over at Mayu, wondering what she thought of this, our
first real excursion away from the city together.

   "Dou?  Tanoshii?  (So what do you think?  Are you having fun?)," I
asked. She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, but then turned to look
out over the ocean.  I found my eyes wander down to her ass, tightly
encased as it was in her shorts.  Even clothed, she looked great.

   "Maa, ii kana.  (Well, it's not too bad I guess)," she shrugged
diffidently.

   "Ne kondo shibuya de hon'yaku no nakama to paatii ga aru kedo, issho ni
ikanai?  (By the way, coming up there's this party in Shibuya with some of
my translator friends.  Do you want to come with me?)"

   "Paatii?  Kiru mono nai naa.  (A party?  I don't have anything to
wear)."

   "Ja, wakatta.  Ore katte ageru kara.  (That's OK.  I'll buy you
something)."

   She looked up a bit surprised I guess that I would offer.  She didn't
answer right away, but it seemed to me that she just might come.

   Megumi came back to the table dressed in her school uniform.  It was
getting late, so we'd have to hurry.  Their parents would probably be
wondering where they were.  Mayu headed off to the washroom next, and came
back in the same sailor suit as Megumi.

   We headed back down the mountain to the station, and got on the train
back to Tokyo.  After we got off at our station, Megumi walked part way
with us, and then thanked me for the day.  She was a good kid and a good
friend to Mayu.  As we got closer to Mayu's house, I asked her again about
the party, but Mayu just said we were going to meet again the next day
anyway for our lesson, so we could talk about it then.  I wasn't really
sure where this all was heading, but in many ways, it had been a good day.
I had pleasant dreams that night.

   The next morning, I dressed up in serious teacher duds, worried a bit
about Mayu's parents.  I rang the doorbell, and Mayu's mom answered.  Her
dad was out playing golf it seemed.  Her mom yelled up the stairs for Mayu
to come downstairs, and study at the dining room table.  Mayu came down
wearing these loose fitting white track pants, a yellow crop top and a pair
of glasses.  I didn't realize she even wore glasses, but maybe this was
just for the benefit of her mom to show she was serious about studying.

   We got right down to studying, but with her mom in the kitchen looking
out at us, we were both on our best behavior.  Soon lunch was ready, but
her mom invited me to stay, and eat with them.  We cleared off our books,
and she brought out a wonderful home cooked meal of roasted fish, spinach
with sesame, rice and soup.  I complimented her mom on her cooking, and her
mom laughed, and denied any great skill.  I was glad I seemed to be in her
good books.

   My eyes wandered back over to Mayu, and I noticed she had a small pink
metallic box-thing clipped to her waistband.

   "What's that?" I asked her in English.

   "My cell phone," she answered, proud that she knew the right English
word.  She took it off, and opened it up to show me.  It was more or less
like mine, but a bit more compact and somewhat girly in design.  When her
mom got up to go to the kitchen, we exchanged phone numbers, and then Mayu
clipped it back onto her belt.  As she did so though, it tugged at the
loose waistband of her track pants exposing a bit more of the bare skin of
her cute round butt.  She looked straight ahead the same as before, but I
could now see the crack of her ass peeking out from above the waistband. 
Intrigued I decided to pursue this a little further.

   "Do you know about SMS?" I asked continuing in English.  She looked over
at me, unsure, so I reached down, and took a hold of her cellphone
ostensibly to show her.  I tugged on the waistband a bit more trying to
drag it down, but Mayu shot me a stern look, and then glanced over at her
mother who was just behind us.  Mayu patiently waited for her mother to
pass, and sit down, and only then raised her rear allowing me to do as I
would with her waistband.

   I dragged it down a little further until I could see both of her
glorious white buttocks cheeks.  Rather than bothering to pull it back up,
she just sat down right like that leaving her bare bottom exposed for me to
ogle.  Didn't she care?  Surely she must realize that I might find her bare
ass more than a little arousing.  Or perhaps this was just another one of
her games, her way of getting off by exposing herself while her mother was
here.  I pretended to scroll through the menu on the cellphone, all the
while examing her bare ass from this direction and that.  It was
magnificent, perfect, round and marshmellowy, still with the tanlines from
the day we had spent in the sun.  The more I studied it, the harder it
became to conceal my mounting hard-on.

   "Maa, keitai wa ato de sureba.  Ima dezaato wo dashimasu kara.  (Maybe
you could work on the cellphone later.  I'm just about to serve dessert),"
her mom said heading back to the kitchen.  I tensed worried that her mom
might notice what I had done to her daughter's pants, but Mayu just kept
staring straight ahead, and somehow this managed to fool her mother into
thinking nothing was wrong.  Her mom brought out a dish of fresh
strawberries, some toothpicks and serviettes, and set them down on the
table, smiling away the same as ever.  I reached down, and clipped the
cellphone back onto Mayu's waistband, and she shot me a look as I tugged at
it, trying to bring it down even more.  She wiped some sweat from her brow,
and then got up to pick up a toothpick to skewer a strawberry with.  Unable
to resist the temptation, I gave the cellphone another little tug, but what
happened next shocked even me.  Her waistband snapped, and fell down to her
knees.  She spread her legs trying to stop it there, but the weight of the
cellphone was too great, and her pants fell all the way down to her ankles.
She quickly covered her pubic hair with her hand, but my cock had gone into
overdrive.  Here she was standing there bottomless just across the table
from her mom.

   "Dou shita no?  (What's wrong?)," her mom asked noticing the sudden
change in Mayu's expression.

   "Iya, nandemo nai.  (No, nothing at all)," she smiled sweetly.  Inside
though she was doubtless cursing me and my stupid prank.  I wanted to help,
but neither of us could figure out quite what to do with her mom looking
on. Mayu finally sat back down, her left hand covering her bush, her whole
body tensing and straightening up as she tried to hide how embarrassed she
must feel.  God, she had such beautiful creamy thighs, that divine ass, and
if she'd just move her hand...

   Mayu quickly gobbled down her strawberry, and leaned forward to pluck
another one off the plate.  As she did so, she pulled her left hand away
from her pussy.  A first, I wondered if she had decided to oblige, and show
me her pussy, but instead, she swung her hand down, and scooped up her
fallen pants, desperately trying to pull them back up without tipping off
her mom.  The far side was caught on her calf, and no matter how hard she
struggled, she couldn't pull them all the way up.

   She looked over at me plaintively obviously asking for help, but I had a
problem of my own.  My erection had grown to the point where if I stood up
her mom would surely notice.  I leaned forward pretending to be tying my
shoes, and pulled the waistband free of her calf, but next it got caught
around her knees.  She teetered there for a moment, blushing profusely from
the embarrassment of flashing me her most private places, but finally sat
down her pants still caught around her knees.  Sweat was pouring down the
sides of her face, but she was still doing her best to conceal her feelings
from her mom.  She glanced down at her pussy, trying to hide her blushing
face in her hair.  Just then, the phone rang.

   "Ara otousan kashira.  (I wonder if that's your father)." Her mom seemed
in no hurry to answer obviously expecting Mayu to get it.  Mayu finished
off her strawberry, and cautiously half stood up desperately trying to pull
her pants back up.  They were stuck on her thighs now, and she couldn't get
them back up, so she ended up sitting back down.

   "Mayu osoi yo.  Atashi deru ne.  (Mayu, you're so slow.  I'll get it),"
her mother finally volunteered.  Her mother finally turned her back on us,
so Mayu bravely stood straight up, and pulled her pants the rest of the way
up.  She glared at me clearly furious over the humiliation I'd caused her.
We'd managed to escape without her mother finding out, but I'd been little
help.  I'd wanted to.  I really did, but somehow, looking at her like
that...

   Her mom came back cleared off the table, so we could continue our
lesson. Mayu continued to glare at me every time her mother wasn't looking,
but somehow I managed to get through to the end of the lesson.  I gathered
up my stuff, and thanked Mrs.  Hamada for the meal.  Mayu came with me to
the front door, pulled on her runners, and followed me out.  Closing the
door behind her, she started yelling,

   "Nan no tsumori datta?  Atashi no karada sonna ni miryokuteki?  (What
were you thinking?  Is my body so appealing?)."

   I nodded an apology, but it seemed that there was little I could do to
calm her down.  I'd clearly been way out of line.  Of course, I hadn't
really planned to pull her pants all the way down, but there was no denying
that I had been curious to get a better look at her.  Mayu's voice was
getting louder and louder to the point I worried her mom might hear, but
telling her to hush just got her angrier still.

   "Sonna ni mitai no?  Ee?  Dou da?  (You really want so much to see my
body?  Do you?)," she continued to rant, flying way off the handle.  I
sheepishly nodded a yes, but that just made her really lose control.

   "Ja, kanaete yaru yo.  (OK, then, well, I'll do it!)" She ripped open
the bow on her waistband, and yanked her pants back down.  Of course, I was
glad in a way that she seemed so willing to show me her most precious
assets, but this time we were out on the street!  There were cars streaming
by just a little further down at the intersection.  We were standing in
plain view of my whole building, and the peeping tom boy from the other day
lived just next door.  Mayu had completely lost it though.  She ripped her
track pants off from right over her running shoes, and threw them at me.  I
was fascinated that she was willing to strip naked right here in front of
her house, knowing her mom was just inside, and her dad god knows where,
but somehow I had to rein her back in.  Her mom was bound to wonder what we
were doing out here, and if she came out, and found her dear virgin
daughter naked from the waist down...  I shudder to think of the
consequences.

   Mayu's whole body was shaking like crazy.  She'd spread her legs wide,
and put her hands on her hips proudly showing me her bush, but it was
obvious from her expression that she was caught between anger and mounting
arousal.



   The Girl Next Door 7: Shopping

   The story so far: I'm an American translator living and working out of a
cozy little apartment in an upscale neighborhood in western Tokyo.  Just
below my balcony lives Mayu Hamada, a beautiful young Japanese schoolgirl,
with her mom and dad.  Despite her shy appearance, Mayu has some strange
habits.  I caught her a couple of times, parading around outside without
panties, sometimes wearing very little at all.  One day, I approached her
and her mother at a grocery store, and they agreed to let me teach Mayu
English.  At one of our lessons, I'd kind of been playing with the
cellphone she had clipped to the waistband of her track pants, and
accidentally pulled them down, exposing her tight little rear end.  Her mom
was hovering nearby, but luckily she managed to get them pulled back up
before her mom noticed.  When I left though, Mayu came outside furious, and
tore off her track pants throwing them at me.

   I stared down in shock at her fleecey black bush.  She looked obscenely
sexy, her expression torn between embarrassment and anger, as she stood out
here half naked on the street in the bright sun.  Even so, I couldn't just
let her stand there shouting at me.  Her mom back in their house would hear
for sure, if none of the drivers out here noticed first.  I stepped
forward, and put my hand across her mouth trying to get her to keep quiet.
Her cute little eyes bugged out wide, and she started to squeal even louder
into my hand.

   Unfortunately, her little act of daring had got me all excited.  I had
such a woody like you wouldn't believe.  Unable to control myself anymore,
I pulled her close, leaned down, and kissed her full on the lips.  She was
quivering, but it seemed to me that she narrowed her eyes, and gave into
the kiss.  I was getting so worked up I was probably poking her with my
erection.  It was a long deep kiss.  I finally broke away all out of
breath. Mayu looked incredulous, her lips puckered out in this strange
expression, my kiss obviously having caught her off guard.

   "Nani?  (What?)," she said all confused.  This wasn't the first time I
had kissed her, but it was certainly more passionate than the last. 
Unfortunately, before I could kiss her again, we heard her mother calling.

   "Mayu!  Mayu!  Doko ni iru no?  (Mayu!  Where are you?)."

   Her self-consciousness returning, Mayu ran over, and gathered up her
track pants, running back into the laneway between the two houses to get
out of sight.  She slowly pulled her track pants back on, but my hard on
was raging unabated.  She paused at the door to look at me, teary-eyed, and
then went inside, shutting the door, leaving me standing outside on the
street.  Aw man!  What on earth am I doing?  She's driving me crazy!

   Anyway, I slowly walked back to my apartment recalling what all had
happened.  At least I had her cellphone number now, so I could call her
without having to worry about her mom answering.  We still hadn't sorted
out if she was coming to the translators party I'd invited her too, but
there was time enough to worry about that later.

   I held off on phoning her for a few days, but then one afternoon after
school, I gave her a call, and arranged to meet her in Shibuya, so we could
go shopping for an outfit for her to wear to the party.  As usual, she
brought her friend Megumi along rather than face me alone.  Mayu was pretty
quiet at first, wary of me I guess after what happened at our last study
session, but I took them to a big department store, and soon, she forgot
about her worries, and excitedly pointed out what kind of clothes she
liked.

   We checked a few more department stores, but couldn't find anything, so
I ended up taking them down Center Gai, the main shopping street in
Shibuya. We stumbled upon a small shop with rough American-style fashions,
and stopped to check it out.  They had tons of jeans and t-shirts.  Mayu
found a pair of jeans in her size, and went back to the change stall to try
them on.

   The curtain didn't quite close all the way, but she didn't even seem to
notice.  Megu had wandered up to the front of the store, looking for other
things to try, so I took the opportunity to peek through the crack.  I
watched as Mayu unzipped her navy blue mini-skirt, and stepped out of it.
Her white cotton panties nicely hugged her cute little rear.  Minutes
later, she emerged in the jeans.  They were very low-rise, so much so that
you could see her panties sticking out from over top.

   Megu brought her over a pair of low-rise panties, and Mayu went back to
the change stall, leaving the curtain even wider open.  Was she
deliberately tempting me to watch?  Megu noticed this time, and looked at
me suspiciously, but I didn't say anything.  Trying not to look too
conspicuous, I peeked in as Mayu kicked off her shoes, wiggled out of the
tight jeans, and quickly shed her panties as well.  Still bottomless, she
suddenly turned this way, so I hastily backed away from the door.  Pulling
the curtain across her pussy to cover up, she came right out into the
doorway.  She didn't seem concerned in the least, but in the mirror behind
her, I could see the reflection of her cute little bare behind.

   "T-shatsu aru?  (Are there any t-shirts?)," she asked cheerily.  Megu
scrambled off to find some, but half-joking, I picked out one that said
'Fuck me' on the front, and handed it to her.  She looked at it for a
second, but I guess she didn't understand what it meant.  The phrase
certainly wasn't in her textbooks, and our English lessons hadn't gotten
quite that far yet.

   "Maa ii ka.  (I guess this will do)," she sighed, turning back to try it
on.  She made an effort to close the curtain this time, but there was a bit
of breeze blowing in, causing it to blow up in the wind.  Unconcerned, Mayu
undid her red kerchief, and pulled her white sailor blouse off over her
head revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.  Oh my!  She was
now standing there stark naked save her little white socks.

   That wouldn't have been such a problem except that the change stall was
right on the aisle, and two school boys on the street must have caught a
glimpse of her.  They craned their necks back and forth trying to catch
another glimpse, but I grimaced at them, and they eventually moved on. 
Megumi came back, wondering what had happened.  I told her not to worry,
and soon Mayu emerged from the changing stall in her new outfit.

   "Dou?  (How do I look?)," she asked.  The t-shirt was so tight you could
make out the outline of her nipples, and the waistband of her jeans hung
disarmingly low on her hips.

   "Un, kawaii yo.  (Yeah, cute)," I nodded.

   "Ja, kore ni shiyou.  (I'll take them then)."

   Maybe I should have tried to talk her out of the t-shirt, but I guess I
was grateful that we'd found something she liked.  I bought her the
clothes, and asked them if they wanted to stop for a tea on the way home,
but they begged off saying they had to get home, so that their moms didn't
get suspicious.  I rode with them to our station, and then walked Mayu to
near her house.  She thanked me for the clothes, and finally agreed to come
to the party.

   Friday morning, I bumped into Megumi on the train.

   "Mayu-chan wa?  (Where's Mayu?)," I asked, curious.

   "Maachin-chan wa Mayu Mayu Mayu bakari yo ne.  (You are always on about
Mayu)," she complained.

   "Iya, maa.  (Yeah, well, that may be true, but...)." I guess I'd noticed
it before, but Megumi seemed a little jealous, what with me buying all
these things for Mayu, inviting her out on dates and such.  Megumi sulked
for a while, and then pulled a little game machine out of her pocket.

   "Kore tte shitte iru?  Tamagocchi.  (Do you know this game?  It's called
Tamagocchi)."

   She held it up, so I could see.  There was an animated baby chick on the
screen, and she kept pressing different buttons, feeding it, bathing it,
talking to it, petting it.  She told me that if she played it right, it
would grow larger eventually into an adult chicken I guess.  She held it
up, and pressed away at the buttons until the train swerved again, and she
fell right into me.  She put out her hand to break her fall, but it landed
right on my crotch.  She held it there for quite some time, and
involuntarily, my cock started growing stiff.  She finally found her feet,
and drew away, but by then she was staring at the tent in my trousers.

   "Ara!  Ookiku natteiru jan.  (Oh my.  It's getting bigger)," she
giggled, covering her mouth.  "A, sou sou sou.  Eigo no shitsumon.  Asoko
wa nante iu?  (Oh, that's right.  I have an English question.  What do you
call that?)" she gushed pointing right at my growing schlong.  I leaned
over, and whispered,

   "Penis," trying to get my erection back under control.

   "Sore tte nihongo jan?  (That's the Japanese word)," she squealed all
excited.

   "Eigo de onaji.  (It's the same in English)." I took out a handkerchief,
and wiped the sweat from my brow.  God, these two were vexing.  We finally
arrived at Shibuya.

   "Mata oshiete ne.  (Teach me more next time)," she said, cheerily waving
goodbye as she ran off towards her school.  I rubbed my head wondering
where this all would lead.

   Finally, Saturday night rolled around.  Mayu showed up in her new 'Fuck
me' t-shirt and low rise jeans with Megumi in tow.  Don't these two ever do
anything seperately?  We took the train into Shibuya, and found the club
where the party was to be held.

   It was a nice enough club with dark wooden interiors, but translators
are not exactly the hardest partying crowd.  There weren't too many women
there, and all the guys kept coming over to take a gawk at Mayu and Megumi.
With "fuck me" plastered across her tits, poor Mayu was attracting quite a
bit of attention.  She just smiled back sweetly, wondering why so many
people were staring.  We went up to the bar to order, and after a while,
most of the guys drifted back to their own conversations.

   Mayu and Megumi climbed up unto the high stools at the bar, but they
were both under age.  I ordered a series of daiquiries for myself,
surreptitiously letting them sip away.  Soon, Mayu's face had turned a
bright pink, a sign I guess that she was getting drunk.  Sitting on the bar
stool next to me, she undid the front button on her jeans.

   "Kitsui.  (They're too tight)," she whispered conspiratorally.  I could
see her belly button and the flesh of her tummy all the way down to near
the top of her pubic hair.  It was quite the sight.

   I took them out dancing for a while, but when we came back, someone had
taken our stools.  Off at the side, there were a couple of chairs.  Mayu
motioned for me and Megumi to sit down, and then Mayu climbed up on my lap.
Unable to resist, I placed my hands on her hips, pulling her back into me.
She had such a nice little rear end, hugged so tightly by her spanking new
jeans.  I started to get a hard on again.  She held my hands trying to get
me to behave, but with her grinding her ass into my cock, it was hard to
stay calm.

   Unfortunately, the two of them had to be home early, so soon we had to
leave.  They were both a bit drunk tottering along unsteadily.  Mayu leaned
over, wrapped her arm around me, and whispered,

   "Oshikko.  (I have to pee)."

   I looked over at Megumi, but she just said,

   "Atashi mo.  (Me too)." I guess I'd let them drink a bit too much.  We
wandered around looking for a washroom, but all the fast food joints seemed
to be closed for the night.  The two of them wandered into this parking
lot, and went around behind a line of cars.  At first, I wondered what they
were up to, but then Mayu reached down, and pulled down her jeans and
panties all the way to her knees.  Staring at her tight little pussy, I was
both horrified and amazed.  Where on earth does she get the courage to do
these things?  She squatted down flashing me her slit, and did her business
peering up at me giggling.  When she stood up, she paused there for a
moment giving me a good look at her rich black pubic hair.  God, she was
gorgeous.

   Megumi was a bit more reticent at first, but eventually, she tilted to
the side to hide her pussy, and pulled down her own shorts and panties. 
She seemed kind of tense, but flashed me a brief glimpse of her bush as she
stood back up.  My cock had perked up again, but there was little I could
do about it out here on the street.  We walked to the station, and grabbed
a train home saying good night as if nothing much had happened.  That night
though, laying in bed remembering their two pussies, it took some time
before I fell asleep.

   The next day, I had another private lesson with Mayu.  She was up in her
room, so her mom told me to go right on up.  She was lying face down on her
bed in her sailor suit skirt and blouse talking on the phone with Megu.  I
sat down on the edge of the bed, placing my hand on the small of her back.
She just kept on talking, so I lifted up her skirt to take another peek at
her panty-clad ass.  She still wasn't objecting, so I slid my fingers into
the back of her panties trying to pull them down.  Finally, she reacted,
squealing and rolling off the bed to get out of reach.

   "Iya, chotto oshiete ageyou to omotte.  (I just thought I'd teach you a
little something)," I explained.

   "Sekkusu no koto wo oshietai nara, Megumi ni oshiete yo.  Kanojo no hou
ga sou iu koto de nayande iru n deshou.  (If you want to teach someone
about sex, start with Megumi.  She is the one who's worrying about it
now)." Mayu had told me before that Megumi was interested in some guy at
school, and asked my help in getting his attention.

   "Ja, itsu ni suru?  (When then?)" I asked more than a little frustrated.


   "Wakannai kedo, mata chikai uchi ni.  (I don't know, but maybe we could
do it sometime soon)." Mayu said goodbye to Megumi, but when we started to
get down to our lesson, her mom came upstairs to keep an eye on us.  I was
worried a bit that she might have overheard our conversation, but when I
left, she said goodbye as polite as ever.

   Soon after, late one school night, I spotted Mayu coming out of her
house.  I quickly dashed down, and caught up with her, making out as if it
was some kind of coincidence.

   "Doko ni iku no?  (Where are you going?)" I asked cheerfully.

   "Megu to konbini he.  (With Megu to the convenience store)."

   "A, boku mo.  Issho ni itte ii?  (Yeah me too.  Mind if I tag along?)"

   "Un, ii yo.  (Sure, I don't mind)."

   Mayu led me up to the window of this house, and picked up a small pebble
throwing it up at the glass.  Soon, Megumi opened the window, and stuck her
head out.

   "Nani yo futari sorotte.  (What are the two of you doing here
together?)" she asked all surprised.

   "Maa ii kara hayaku dete kite yo.  (Oh, hurry on up, and come outside,
will you?)," Mayu chirped.

   "Iya, kon'ya wa dame nano.  Kono aida yotta koto ga barete, okaasan
kankan nano.  Mou pajama ni kigaetta shi.  (I can't tonight.  My mom
noticed I came home drunk the other night, and now she's all angry. 
Besides I'm in my pj's already)."

   Mayu glared up at her all disappointed.

   "Maa ii yo, okaasan wa.  Mado kara orite koreba.  Tetsudau kara. 
(Forget about your mom.  Just come out the window.  We'll help)."

   Megumi looked all nervous, worried that her parents might hear, but she
finally gave in.  She tossed a pair of sandals down at us, and then leaned
out the window.  I grabbed her arms getting ready to lower her down, but
she shook her head motioning for me to stop.

   "Dou shita no?  (What's wrong?)" Mayu asked.

   "Nanka pajama ga hikakatte iru.  (My pj bottoms are caught on
something)," she whispered.  She was frantically trying to free them, but
we could hear noise coming from back in the house, maybe her mother out in
the hall.  Megumi tried to pull herself back up into her room, but she was
leaning out too far, and couldn't get there.  It went quiet again, and she
nodded for me to continue lowering her down.

   "Kyaa, nugechau.  (Help!  They're coming off)," she cried nodding
towards her bottoms.  I carefully lowered her, and set her down on the
ground, but she had indeed lost her pj bottoms.  "Yada.  Minai de. 
Hazukashii.  (Hey!  Don't look!  This is so embarrassing)."

   It was all very well for her to tell us not to look, but both Mayu and I
stared on in wonder at Megu desperately pulling the hem of her top down to
hide her sexy little bush.  Curious, I went around behind her lifting up
the hem at the back to get a better look at her cute little behind.