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From: donsgordon@yahoo.co.jp (Donald S. Gordon)
Subject: {ASSM} Year Away Part 1 {Donald Gordon} (Mf, exhib)
Date: Fri,  1 Nov 2002 18:10:03 -0500
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I've got to tell somebody about this before I go crazy.  I know what
you're going think, but as I'll try to explain, I tried so hard to do
the right thing, but somehow before I knew it I was in over my head.
It's all about this girl I met, one of my students actually, a girl
named Ai (pronounced "eye").  Well anyway, I guess I better start at
the beginning.

Let's see now.  I suppose it was about a little more than a year ago.
I was about to graduate from university, and I had started looking
around for a job.  I'd always planned on being a teacher, but I don't
know; there was something too pat about just finding a job in Ann
Arbor, getting married, settling down.  My girlfriend Elise was plenty
keen, but I wanted to get out and see the world a bit before I got
tied down.  Heck, I was only twenty-two.

Then one day one of my Profs mentioned a job opening in Japan.  Just
what I've been looking for I thought.  An exotic country about which I
knew very little thousands of miles from home.  Adventure was
beckoning.

Elise didn't take it well of course.  Made it out like I was running
out on her on something, but anyway, after she'd got over the initial
shock, she agreed to let me go.  It'd only be for a year and all, and
I promised to keep in touch.

The school year in Japan starts in April, so I finished up all my
essays and handed them in March, and headed out.  All my friends came
to the airport to see me off, and of course there was Elise.  Everyone
looked so sad to see me go.  I started to wonder if I'd made the right
decision, but anyway, it was too late to back out so off I went.

When I got off the plane in Tokyo, there was one of the school staff
there waiting for me, a Mrs. Hori I think her name was.  She didn't
seem to speak much English, but anyway she took me all the way to the
apartment they had set up for me.  It wasn't much small, barely bigger
than the room I'd had in university, but after I'd been there a while
it started to feel like home.

School turned out to be pretty weird at first.  No of the teachers or
staff seemed to speak English.  Anyway, I got my own students, and set
to work teaching them key phrases like "What's up, teach?" and "Why so
glum, chum?" just to amuse myself.  I started studying Japanese, and
as time went by, things started to get easier.  It turned out that
some of the teachers did speak English after all, and soon enough I
began to feel more at home.

Time passed by quickly.  I traveled around on school breaks, and I
even set up this English excursion club at school with some of my
students.  Mostly it was an excuse for them to take me around to see
the local sights.  One of the older boys, Keitaro, turned out to be a
great tour guide, and we went hiking in the mountains, and saw caves,
waterfalls and even the place where the English navigator Will Adams
first landed in the sixteenth century (Anyone seen Shogun?).

The winter was mild, but Christmas reminded me of home.  I started to
plan out my trip back and what I would do when I got there.  Then
suddenly in mid-February, the principal threw me a bit of a curve
ball.  They wanted me to stay on for another year, he told me.  He fed
me a line about how much progress my students were making, but I got
this weird feeling that they had somehow gotten used to having me
around.

I didn't want to say no straight off, so I told him to give me some
time to think it over, but somehow the word got out to my students
that I might be leaving.  They started hanging around my class more
and more.  Keitaro and the others kept asking me about my life back in
the States.  I was happy to see I had so many fans, but that didn't
change things.  Come April, I was heading home.

What really sparked things off was one day, one of the secretaries
came down saying I had a phone call coming in.  I told my students to
work quietly on their assignments, and went down to the office to see
who it was.  It turned out to be my travel agent.  She'd found a cheap
flight home for the date I wanted.  I had her reserve me a seat, but
when I got back to my class, I could tell from my students' faces that
they knew what was up.  The boys were staring at me with this sad look
in their eyes, and some of the girls looked like they were going to
cry.  I felt like saying "c'mon guys, it's not the end of the world,"
but I must admit I felt a faint twinge of guilt.  There were some real
characters in my class, and I realized I'd miss them too.

The next morning when I got to school, I found one of my students, the
aforementioned Ai, sitting alone in the classroom.  This was a bit
unusual.  Usually the students didn't come in till just before nine
o'clock, but here she was at eight.  Her cheeks were red and she was
looking down at a fluorescent light lying on her desk.  I looked at
her for a moment, feeling a bit uneasy, but finally asked,

"Ai-chan, what's wrong?" ('chan' is a title something like Miss)

She looked up at me shyly and then up at the ceiling.  The light above
her desk had burned out.

"Oh," I said.

"I try change it yesterday, but desk is..." She slid her hand across
the smooth top of the desk.

"Slippery. Yes, yes, I see."

I looked at her a bit more closely.  She has a slender face with big
black eyes and long straight black hair always perfectly groomed.
She's young maybe sixteen, and in her second year of high school.  Up
until then, I hadn't really talked to her too much, although she was
one of the better students in the class in terms of her English.  Once
I'd thought about it I realized she was a member of my English
excursion club, and was always there, though she rarely said anything.

Suddenly, I remembered having helped her before.  One afternoon, she'd
been sitting in my class all alone looking sad.  It turned out that
her clean-up partner, a girl named Midori, had skipped out on her, and
left her to tidy up the classroom herself.  I helped her out, and the
next day, she'd even brought me a pastry to say thank you.

She peered up at me with those wide eyes, blinking shyly under my
gaze.  She pressed her small pink lips together almost in a pout as
her eyes darted back and forth.  Her hair was shining in the morning
light, and I could faintly make out a pleasant clean feminine scent.
Must be her shampoo.

"Mr. Gordon.  You help me?" she said rising to her feet.  She slipped
out of her shoes and put one foot on the seat of her chair.  I
hesitated for a second wondering what she had in mind, somewhat
nervous that someone might come in at any moment.  She looked at me
expectantly though, so eventually I held out my arm.  She grabbed on,
and used it to balance as she stood up on the seat.  One hand still on
my arm, she leaned forward to pick up the light.  I blinked and then
averted my eyes as I realized that I was staring straight down her
blouse.  I had just caught a glimpse of her cleavage, a bit more
pronounced than I would have imagined.  She didn't seem to be wearing
any bra.

I took a deep breath, and tried to think of other things.  I could
still feel her slender fingers though, clutching my arm as she raised
herself up onto the desktop.

"Hold me ... hold me steady," she said nervously as she struggled to
get her balance.  I looked down at her little stockinged feet planted
firmly on the desk.  Not wanting to touch her skin, I gently wrapped
my fingers around her ankles over her socks, but she immediately cried
out,

"Abunai! (=Dangerous)."  She was teetering back and forth so I quickly
lifted my hands up to her calves and then to her thighs to steady her.
Her skin was so soft to the touch.  I breathed in deeply trying to
stay calm.

She balanced herself with one hand on my shoulder, and with the other,
held down the front of her navy pleated mini-skirt now just a few
inches from my eyes.  She looked down at me almost fearfully perhaps
regretting having suggested this.  I tried to smile reassuringly, but
her feminine scent and the soft warm feeling of her supple young
thighs were making it harder and harder to concentrate.  She continued
to look vaguely afraid, but she didn't move to get down.  She just
stood there gazing down at me.

Our classroom is on the first floor.  I looked out the window, and
there were some kids in the distance, but still too far away for them
to see us.  I looked up at her again urging her to hurry up and
replace the light.  I wanted to let go of her legs, but she still
seemed pretty wobbly.  I tried to think of what I'd teach in that
day's lesson to get my mind off how warm and inviting her thighs felt.

She took her arm off my shoulder and reached up still holding the
front of her skirt with the other.  She seemed reluctant to let go of
her skirt.  She even seemed to be quivering a bit.  I couldn't help
wondering what she was wearing underneath.  Neatly washed white cotton
panties flashed into my mind's eye.  What was I thinking?  Here this
poor young thing is, just trying to fix the light, and I, horny
bastard that I am, am fantasizing about what kind of panties she's
wearing.  I've got to get a grip. 

She slowly began to straighten up and let go of her skirt.  As she
stretched up to reach for the light, the hem of her skirt rose higher
and higher up her creamy white thighs.  I glanced up for a moment to
see if she'd got hold of the light, but when my eyes came back down,
they settled on not the white cotton panties I'd been expecting, but
rather this triangular tuft of rich black pubic hair brightly lit up
in the morning sun.

I was so surprised that I almost fell backwards.  I tightened my grip
on her thighs and with an effort managed to straighten up.  Ai swayed
dangerously for a moment, but then regained her balance.

"Daijoubu, Gohden-san? (=Are you all right, Mr. Gordon?)" she asked
lowering her arms and with this look of genuine concern in her eyes.
Perhaps I'd just imagined it I thought.  Surely she must be wearing
underwear.  I nodded for her to go on.

She peered nervously out the window, but seeing no one, stretched even
higher than before, revealing her precious little pussy to me once
again.  My eyes widened as she rose up on tiptoe spreading her legs
apart slightly as she did so.  Her pussy hair was lustrous, thick and
black, forming a sharp contrast with her milky white skin.  Between
her legs, I could just make out her pink pussy lips glistening
slightly with drops of dew.  Her aroma wafted forward, tingling my
nostrils.

I just couldn't believe it.  Shy fragile little Ai, one of the best
students in my class was 'going commando' in my classroom.  What on
earth was she thinking?  I just stared mesmerized by her gorgeous
twat.  I completely forgot where I was, and slowly slid my hands up
her legs further to cup her bare backside.  She squealed, with what
sounded to me more like pleasure than fear.  I softly caressed her
supple young buttocks cheeks.  She squirmed a bit, but didn't pull
away.  She wants it, I thought.  I could feel my cock stiffening,
longing to be inside her, to feel those sweet little pussy lips
wrapped tightly around me, squeezing my manhood till it erupted.  I
lifted her skirt up to get a better look at her.  Suddenly we both
heard voices from outside the window coming closer.

Aw, geez!  What am I doing?  Ai quickly pulled the burnt out light out
of its socket and handed it to me.  Reluctantly I let go of her, and
her skirt fell back down.  Then she stretched up again, giving me
another peek as carefully fitted the new light in.  Not wanting the
people outside to see, I moved around to block their view, but by then
we could hear people in the hall as well.  I grabbed her by the waist,
and quickly lifted her down.  She straightened her skirt, slipped into
her shoes, and backed away from me a bit.  She looked down at the
ground shyly and fiddled with her fingers.  Her cheeks were now bright
red.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gordon.  Maybe I should not do that."

I was still pretty excited to say the least.  My mind was racing.  Why
hadn't I ever noticed her before?  Her bangs shaded her big black eyes
giving her an air of mystery.  Her delicate lips formed a little "o"
puckering slightly.  Aw, man, she is so gorgeous.

"No, no, that's alright ... um..."  I didn't know what to say.  'My
pleasure. Anytime.  When can I see you again?'  No, that wouldn't be
right at all.  Christ, I barely know her.  What the heck was her last
name again?

Before I could say anything, the door opened and Keitaro walked in.
He often came in early to talk to me.  He was a good kid, but this was
definitely not the right time.  Ai-chan quickly backed away, and went
out the back door.  I almost went after her, but realized I'd better
not.  She was a student, and at sixteen a young one at that.  What the
hell do Japanese think of these things?  I went back to my desk, and
sat down, as my hard-on slowly faded.

Keitaro was talking a blue streak, but I barely heard him.  What on
earth was Ai thinking that she would pull a stunt like that?  I'm
leaving in a few weeks, for heaven's sakes.  My other students started
coming in, and I realized that soon I would have to concentrate on
teaching.

Finally, at 9 o'clock, just before the bell, Ai came back in.  She
looked so calm, so normal.  I couldn't believe she could do what she'd
done and still look like it was just another day at school.  Ai caught
me looking at her, and gave me this sharp glance.  Then she ignored me
for the rest of the class.  Now that I've had time to think about it,
I realize she was just trying to avoid arousing suspicion among her
classmates.  But, I felt hurt almost.  How could she be so forward one
moment and then so cold the next?  I was baffled.

First period ended, and she left with her friends to go to her next
class.  Keitaro, always a sharp kid, noticed I looked sad, and asked,

"Why so glum, chum?"

I managed a weak smile, but didn't answer.

At lunch, I went to the student cafeteria to look for her, but she
wasn't there.  She didn't show up after school either, though my other
'fans' were out in force.  I wasn't in the mood for joking around, so
I told them maybe some other time, and went home.

The morning's events kept running through my mind.  Her blushing face,
her soothing voice, the courage it must have taken to bare her most
private parts to me there in the classroom.  I wanted to see her
again.  I even considered calling her house, but couldn't think of
what I'd say if one of her parents answered.    'Yes, Mrs. Isobe,
could you tell Ai that Mr. Gordon wants to see her?'  Isobe, Isobe.
Yes, that was her name!

I couldn't stop thinking of her.  The memory of our brief encounter
kept gnawing away at my mind.  When it came time for bed, I lay down,
but I couldn't sleep.  I just kept tossing and turning and running
over the day's events in my mind.

At six, my alarm clock went off.  I was too charged up to feel tired.
In a few hours I'd see her again.  I showered, shaved and got dressed
in my sharpest clothes.  I wanted to look my best.

I went to school early, but again she didn't come in until just before
nine.  She kept on ignoring me.  Near the end of class, I caught her
stealing glances at me.  She looked ravishing, even more beautiful
than the day before.

Class ended, and she scurried out.  Suddenly, my fatigue set in.  Too
tired to lecture, I gave the next group of students assignments to do
and just sat quietly at the front at my desk.  Why was she avoiding
me?  Had I been too forward touching her and stuff?  Then why had she
done it in the first place?  It didn't make any sense.

The time for my spare came, and I was about to go have a nap, when
suddenly Ai appeared at the door.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course," I said, my heart racing at seeing her again.

She shut the door and walked to the back of the classroom setting her
small leather backpack down on a desk near the window curtain.  She
moved so gracefully, almost like a ballerina.  Her hair hung down over
her eyes, but I could tell she was thinking about something.  She was
quivering a bit.  We stayed there in silence for a while, I at my
desk, and her standing in the shadow of the curtain.

"Don't you have a class now?" I asked, immediately kicking myself for
asking such a stupid question.  It sounds like I don't want her to be
here.

She nodded gravely.

"What's wrong?" I said trying to sound more compassionate.

She looked at me for a while then finally spoke.

"I can't change in front of other girls wearing like this."

I looked her up and down.  She looked normal enough.  Navy pleated
skirt, short-sleeved white cotton blouse, blue sailor collar and red
scarf.  Her skirt was a bit short, but other than that it was the same
uniform as all the other girls wore.  I was about to say 'you look
fine to me' when it struck me what she must mean.

The morning before for our brief time together, she had been "going
commando," that is walking around with neither bra nor panties.  I
hadn't given it much thought, but I would have supposed that she had
taken them off just before she saw me, and put them right back on soon
afterwards.  Perhaps, it was hubris on my part, but I thought her
little show had been largely for my benefit.  However, looking at Ai's
face and the way she now seemed to be blushing, suggested a second
option: this shy fragile creature, this paragon of femininity, this
petite waif of a girl has been walking around for the last day and a
half (or longer) in that tantalizingly short skirt without any
underpants on!!

I stood up like a shot, but she raised her hand sternly.

"No. Stay there."

I was breathing heavily now, but with an effort of will, I managed to
sit back down.  OK, calm down.  I don't want to get her all upset.
She's here now, and I should be happy about that.

"Um ... I was wondering..." she started, then hesitated, clearly
reluctant to go on especially given the wild look that must have been
in my eyes.  "Could I change here?"

I looked at her standing there quivering, so fearful, so vulnerable.
Unable to speak, I just nodded.

Ai peered suspiciously through the window in the back door to see if
anyone was in the hallway.  Classes had started and so the hall was
pretty quiet.

She turned her back to me and huddled up close to the curtain to get
away from the sunshine streaming in through the large windows.  She
carefully undid her scarf and lifted her sailor collar up and off.
She reached under her arm, and undid the zippers that ran up the sides
of her blouse, one at a time.  As she lifted the blouse over her head,
I noted that she still wasn't wearing any bra.  Her bare back looked
so smooth and soft.  I just caught a glimpse of her right breast as
she leaned over to pick up her gym t-shirt.  With her blouse on, her
breasts looked quite petite, but actually they had quite a nice shape
with a small pinkish red nipple pointing upward at the tip.

She quickly slipped the t-shirt on, and then turned around to look at
the door again.  There was still no one there.  She looked at me, and
then demurely began to undo the zipper at the side of her skirt.  Her
hips were quite wide for one so slim so she had to wiggle quite a bit
to get out of the skirt.  Her breasts bounced up and down under the
t-shirt as she struggled to get the skirt off.  She looked over at me
and blushed as she realized how much I was enjoying her little show.

She finally got the skirt down to her knees and stepped out of it.
Even from this distance, her pussy looked so inviting.  Her pubic hair
was standing up a bit so she smoothed it down, before folding her
skirt neatly and tucking it away in her backpack.

Next she pulled her t-shirt down to cover her pussy.  I frowned, but
she ran her fingers through the hair on her head, and smiled at me
mischievously.

Out the window, we could see her classmates gathering on the field for
gym class.  Undeterred, she crossed over to the middle aisle, and
bravely stepped out into the sunshine.  I braced my hands on the arms
of my chair, but she motioned for me to be still.  I'm not really used
to this sort of thing, having the woman in control I mean, but what
else could I do?  Whatever I did, I didn't want to scare her.

With both hands, she pulled the t-shirt down as far as it would go,
and walked down the aisle towards me.  I started getting nervous that
someone would see her.  If she didn't show up for gym class, her
classmates would come looking for her, and here she was standing in
full view of the field.  If they glanced in, they would surely notice
her parading around in this tiny t-shirt.  I looked around for
something to cover her with, but again she motioned for me to stay
still.  When she lifted her hand, her t-shirt sprung up giving me yet
another glimpse of her luscious pussy.  I was right on the edge, half
of me wanting to impale her on my throbbing member, the other half
wanting to put her over my knee and spank her precocious little
behind.  My cock grew stiffer still.

Ai came around to the side of the desk with her back to the door.  My
sense of danger went into overdrive as I realized that her ass would
be in plain view of anyone who chanced to walk by in the hallway
outside.  I inched my chair towards her, but she just backed up still
holding the t-shirt down with her hands.

Now that she was closer, I could just make out the outline of her tiny
red nipples through the white stretch cotton of her shirt.  She was so
darn sexy it was driving me wild.

"I just talk one moment and then go to class."  She glanced back
nervously at the door.  "This is first time I do something like this.
I think about it long time, but I decide this only way."  Then, she
said something in Japanese, which sounded like the same thing again
just to make sure I understood.

I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on what she was saying.
My eyes kept wandering down to her nipples, which were now poking out
quite noticeably.  She was standing with her legs apart.  I could
almost taste her wetness.  I dug my fingers into the arms of the
chair, and then looked back into her eyes.  They seemed so large and
black, with the sky and sun outside reflected in them.

"Mr. Gordon. Donald.  Do you like me?"

Helpless to resist, I nodded.

"I need favor.  I want you to stay here next year.  You are nicest
man.  If you leave, I become so sad."

It took a while for her words to sink in.  This precious little girl
had stripped down and was teasing me with her gorgeous body because
she wants me to give up going back to the States.  My spirits, which
had been running so high the past two days, suddenly came crashing
down.  Not go home?  That's crazy.  I've got to go home.  My year is
up.  I've got people waiting for me.  My mind swung back to Elise.
These last two days I'd almost forgotten about her.  How could I ask
her to wait another year?  My mind was made up.  I was going back to
the States.  I looked back at Ai sadly.

Her expression changed too, to one of despair.  It was almost as if
she had sensed what was going through my mind.  She went down on her
knees and then bowed down till her forehead almost touched the ground.

"Onegai shimasu. (=I beg you)"

I looked down at her, her uncovered bum sticking pertly up in the air.
My heart was filled with sadness for no matter how much I yearned for
Ai, to not go home...  that was asking too much.  No one, not my
family nor friends and certainly not Elise, would understand.

I reached over to touch her, but perhaps sensing my answer, she pulled
back.  She rose to her feet, and ran back to where her things were.

"I have to go to class," she said tears welling up in her eyes.  She
stood there with her back to me for a moment sobbing.  Her cute bum
was just peeking out from under her shirt.  God, she is the most
vexing creature.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she turned to me and tried to smile.
She lifted her arms high in the hair revealing her pussy again.

"Maybe I go like this.  It's good idea, ne?" she said almost laughing
now.

My anger faded, and my hard-on came back as I wondered if she was
serious.  She took her running shoes out of her bag and squatted down
to change into them.  She looked up at me coyly, and spread her
gorgeously toned legs to reveal her taut pussy between.  God, she is
so ... sexy.  My desire for her was rising again rapidly.

She took out her gym shorts, and squeezed her juicy little ass into
them.

"Maybe next time," she said with a smile.  She turned her back to me
again perhaps to show me how tight her shorts were or how nicely they
fit her bum.  "Anyway, don't answer now.  I check again tomorrow," she
said, and was gone.

I had to admit she was definitely the sexiest woman... girl...
whatever... that I'd ever seen.  She knew how to press all the right
buttons.  I wanted her.  I craved her.

However, as soon as she left, the lack of sleep, the stress, the
frustration of the last twenty-four hours finally caught up with me.
I went to wipe the sweat from my forehead, when I suddenly realized I
had a raging fever, and not just from her.  I must have caught the flu
or something.  I watched her run out onto the field to join the class,
but my fever just got worse.  I tried to stand, but I felt so weak.  I
walked down to the principal's office and asked for the rest of the
day off.  I must have looked pretty pale because they agreed right
away.  I went home and fell straight asleep.

To be continued.

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