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From: "Emi Tsuruta" <emi_tsuruta@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} At my friend's swimming pool {Emi Tsuruta} (F+, exhib, no sex)
Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 09:10:07 -0400
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Note: This is my fifteenth post.  You should be able to find the other ones 
at:

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At my friend's swimming pool

Hi, it's me, Emi again.  A lot has been happening lately.  There's so much 
to tell I hardly know where to start.  For one thing, at the beginning of 
the summer, I got a job working at this ice cream stand near the beach.  
It's only part-time, so I haven't been too busy.  The other big news is  
that my host mom kind of told my parents about my boyfriend, Ryosuke (I mean 
that we're going out).  At first, I thought they'd get really angry, but 
anyway they want to meet him, so I guess that's a good sign.  He's probably 
going to come with me next time I go back to Japan.

Another thing I guess I should tell you about is my new friend, Debbie.  
Actually I've known her for a long time now, but I just haven't gotten 
around to mentioning her.  I started doing a language exchange with her more 
than a year ago.  She's learning Japanese which I thought was kind of cool.  
At first we took the exchange part really seriously, but the longer we did 
it, the more we started to chat about other things besides English and 
Japanese.  She started to tell me about all the guys she's seeing, and I've 
been telling her more and more about Ryosuke.

Debbie and I are a bit different in a couple of ways.  She is pretty popular 
with the guys at school, but she always seems to be going out with a 
different guy.  She loves flirting too, and is really good at getting guys 
to pay attention to her.  She has long blond hair and blue eyes, and looks a 
bit like Rene Zellweiger or Jenna Elfman or someone like that.  I'm kind of 
jealous in a way.  For a long time, I avoided introducing her to Ryosuke 
'cause I was sort of afraid that she'd steal him away from me, but 
eventually, they met anyway.

I guess the main reason that I haven't told you about her though, is because 
she's been helping me with these posts.  For a long time, I was kind of 
wondering if I should tell her or not - I mean about the things Ryosuke and 
I do 'cause I was worried that she would just think I was weird or might 
start telling people.  Still, she was telling me all these things about her 
boyfriends, you know like really personal stuff that you only tell your best 
friend, and more and more, I began to feel like I could trust her.  So one 
day, I showed her my first post "In the woods with my boyfriend."  It's all 
about the first time Ryosuke and I ever did it outdoors.  When she was 
reading it, she had this really weird look on her face, kind of like she 
thought I was crazy, and couldn't believe I do these things.  Like I told 
you, normally at school I am such a good girl.  Then for a while, she 
thought I was making it all up.  I didn't want to argue, so I just let it 
drop for a while, but then I started writing more, and I wanted her help 
with the wording and stuff.  I swear to god she's like the only person I've 
told about this, but so far it's worked out OK.  She's not too freaked out 
anymore, although I can tell she still thinks I'm a bit weird.

Anyway, last summer I guess it was, Debbie invited me over to her house.  
She lives in a really nice part of Oceanview where there are all these big 
houses, even bigger than my host family's house.  I was a bit nervous at 
first, but I met her younger brother and parents, and they all seemed pretty 
nice.  She even has a swimming pool in her backyard.  I kind of knew that 
people here sometimes have a pool, but it was the first time I'd ever seen 
like a real one in someone's backyard.  She kept saying it's not that big, 
but it looked pretty big to me, almost like the pools at the athletic center 
at school.

Then one day, I guess it was right at the end of the summer, she invited me 
over to go swimming.  Every time I'd been there before her family was all 
there, but this time it was all quiet.  She said that her parents had gone 
out.  I got changed into my swimsuit, the red and white bikini that ties on, 
and we went in swimming.  I guess this sounds kind of immature, but we were, 
like, splashing each other and giggling like crazy.  It was so fun.  After 
I'd been swimming around for a while, I got out, sat down on one of the 
reclining chairs, and just lay there relaxing.  It was so nice.  I felt like 
I was on vacation at some kind of fancy resort.

I guess it was just a few weeks after Satomi and I had been to the nude 
beach (I wrote about this in "My first time at a nude beach"), and I was 
kind of looking to find other people who would go with me.  All of a sudden 
right out of the blue, I just asked her,

"Have you ever been to the nude beach near campus?"

"No," she said looking a bit uneasy.  "I'm not really interested."  Then she 
went all quiet, so I looked over at her trying to figure out what she was 
thinking.  She wasn't blushing, but you could tell she was thinking about 
something.  I didn't want to push it, so I turned over on my front, and 
didn't say anything.

"Have you?" she finally asked.

"Yeah, once, with Satomi."  Satomi's my friend, and they kind of know each 
other from school.  Debbie looked at me expectantly for a while, but when I 
didn't go on, she finally said,

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"So what was it like?"

"I don't know.  I thought it was kind of fun."

"What kind of guys were there?"

"I thought you said you weren't interested."

"I'm not.  I'm just... curious.  That's all."

"In psychology, I think our prof said curiosity and interest are kind of 
like the same thing."

"Pfft!"  she blew a puff of air up into her bangs, tired of my teasing.  
"Well, come on.  Tell me."

"They were all really handsome and hunky, and they were just falling over 
each other trying to talk to me," I told her.  Well, I guess I told you the 
only two guys who talked to us were this older hippy guy and one of his 
chubby friends, and more than talk they just wanted to stare at Satomi and 
me and our naked bodies.  The whole thing was pretty embarrassing, but I 
didn't want to tell Debbie that.

"Really?" she kind of lay there staring off into space for a while.  I 
wondered if she was fantasizing.

"Do you ever go swimming nude here?" I asked, still trying to sound casual 
and calm.

"What?  In the pool, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"No."  She looked around at the high fence surrounding their back yard.

"Why not?"

She just kind of stared at me.  Usually, she's the one who plays it so cool 
and tries to act like she could do anything.  It was kind of funny to see 
her at a loss for once.

"I don't know, Emi.  You're so funny.  At school, you are such the good 
girl, always doing her homework, so quiet and shy.  And then in secret, you 
write all these stories about your boyfriend..."

"They are not stories!  I told you.  That's how he really is."

"Whatever.  You mean to tell me that you could take off your swimsuit right 
here and now, and not worry about someone seeing you."

"I will, if you will."  I turned over again and sat up.  I was so ready to 
do this.  Ever since Ryosuke and I started doing all this stuff, I've wanted 
a friend to talk to, someone who knows how I feel.  With Debbie being the 
way she was, such a flirt around guys I mean, I had the feeling that she 
could be that friend with a little bit of pushing.  She already knew all 
about what Ryosuke and I do, even if she didn't believe it yet.

"Oh, get serious.  Besides, my brother is upstairs."

"What?  I thought you said there was no one here."

"He's upstairs in his room.  He's supposed to be sick or something, but I'm 
sure he's just faking."

I looked up at the windows at the back of the house, but I couldn't see 
anyone.

"Do you think he is watching us?"

"I don't know.  Probably."

"Let's go look."

"No!  Why?"

"The first rule of exhibitionism.  Try to figure out if anyone is going to 
see you."

"You go look.  I'm keeping my swimsuit on."

I stuck out my tongue at Debbie, then picked up my white hooded pullover and 
went inside.  It was so quiet in the house.  I pulled the cover-up on over 
my head, and straightened it out.  I carefully tiptoed up the stairs, but 
you could hear my bare feet squeaking as I touched each step.  I don't know 
why, but my heart started beating faster.  I felt like a spy or something.  
At first, I went into Debbie's room by mistake.  Then I remembered.  His was 
across the hall.  I nervously pushed the door open.  He was lying on his bed 
with his eyes closed and breathing deeply.  He sure looked like he was 
asleep.

"Kyle," I whispered calling him.  "Kyle, are you asleep?"  I guess he's in 
the last year of high school, but for some reason every time I'm around, 
he's always so quiet and kind of serious.  He's kind of handsome I guess in 
a boyish way.  Not really my type though, but I thought it would be fun to 
tease him.  I tiptoed a bit closer, but then he moved.  I almost jumped out 
of my skin!  It looked like he was still asleep though.  I breathed a sigh 
of relief, but I still felt really nervous.  I looked at him closer, trying 
hard to tell if he was faking.

I guess I'm going to have to try a little test, I thought.  I reached around 
behind my neck and undid the strap of my still wet bikini top.  If this 
doesn't get a reaction out of him...

I reached up the back of the cover-up, and undid the other strap and pulled 
my top right off.  I stuck it in the front pouch of my cover-up.  I still 
had the pullover on, so you couldn't see anything, but the soft cotton was 
tickling my nipples.  He hadn't moved or reacted at all.  Maybe he is 
asleep.

My heart was beating so fast.  I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I 
just had to push this a little further.  Nervously, I slid my hands up from 
the bottom into the pullover, and undid the bows on either side of my bikini 
bottom.  I caught it as it skid off and stuffed it in my pouch with the top. 
  I was now standing in his room completely naked except for this short 
pullover which just barely covered my pubic hair.  I got this tingling 
feeling between my legs, that wouldn't go away.  I was so excited I was 
shaking.

Without thinking I stretched my arms up above my head, but this made my 
pubic hair pop into view.  I quickly let down my arms and pulled the hem 
back down to cover up.  What am I doing flashing Debbie's poor little 
brother?  If only he were awake, wouldn't he have been shocked to see my 
soaking wet pussy?  Debbie was pretty sure he didn't even have a girlfriend 
yet, so he'd probably have a heart attack.  The tension though was getting 
too much for me, so I left, closing his door behind me.  I ran back down and 
out to the deck where Debbie was still sunning herself.

"He's asleep alright," I announced happily.

"How do you know?"

"Oh I have my ways."  I sat down on the edge of the pool, slipped off my 
cover-up and slid into the water.  "Why don't you come in and join me?"  I 
paddled out into the middle of the pool finally enjoying the feeling of the 
water on my naked skin.  Debbie looked like she was going to blow a gasket.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"I'm just going for a swim.  What's wrong?"

"Where's your suit?"

"I took it off.  Calm down.  It's no big deal."

She was just sitting there with her mouth wide open for the longest time.  I 
don't know why everyone gets so freaked out by these things.  It's not like 
anyone was watching or anything.

"Come on in.  Once you're in the pool no one will be able to tell anyway."

Well maybe this wasn't completely true.  The water was so clear I could at 
least make out the colors of my own pink skin and black pubic hair pretty 
clearly.  Still with all the ripples in the surface, it would be hard to 
tell for sure.  Debbie started staring up at the window of her brother's 
room.  I could tell she wanted to try, but was so afraid that someone might 
see her.  My sister Norika use to roam around our house in the nude back in 
Japan, so it didn't seem like such a big deal to me.  I didn't care if Kyle 
did see me.  It would be kind of fun to see how he would react.

"Debbie, come here and get in the pool," I shouted.  She got up and came 
over to the edge, her eyes still glued to Kyle's window.  She squatted down 
at the edge, and I held out my hand to get her to come in.  She slipped 
quietly into the water, but when she came back up, she still looked really 
nervous.  I tried to get a hold of her bikini bottoms, but she swam away 
before I could pull them down.

"You're crazy, you know," she said laughing.

"At least I never let my boyfriend tie me to a chair."

She started slapping the water to splash me in the face.

"That's not true," she cried out, laughing harder.  "He wasn't my 
boyfriend!"

I swam in close to her, and just barely held on as she kicked away.  I 
finally started to get a better grip on her bottoms.  She was laughing so 
hard she had trouble fighting back, and finally she said,

"OK, OK, I surrender.  Just let me do it, OK?"  She swam to the edge, and 
pulled her long blond hair back out of her eyes.  We both looked up at 
Kyle's window, but there was still no sign of life.  Maybe he really was 
sick.  Debbie looked at me out of the corner of her eye, as she cautiously 
put her hands on her waistband.  "But if we get caught, it's all your fault, 
OK?"

I gave her a big smile.  I was so happy to have found a friend.  Debbie is 
usually so calm and collected, but after she peeled off her swimsuit, she 
looked an absolute nervous wreck.  I kept joking with her and trying to get 
her to snap out of it, but she never seemed too comfortable.  Still, it was 
a start, and now maybe I could talk her into coming to the nude beach with 
me and Satomi.  The more of us that went, the better it would be.

After we'd been fooling around like that for a while, we heard a man's voice 
coming from side of the house.

"Hello, hello!  Is anybody home?"

I felt a shiver run up my spine.  I quickly looked around to see where I'd 
left my suit.  Debbie looked even more terrified than me.

"It's Alvin," she said reaching her suit at the pool's edge and frantically 
pulling it on.  "Kyle's friend."

That was a relief.  I'd thought it might be Debbie's father or worse someone 
from our college.  Alvin didn't seem to be at the gate yet, so I got up onto 
the edge of the pool and pulled my cover-up on over my head.  I was 
breathing hard, but more curious than worried.  I wanted to get a look at 
what this Alvin looked like before I changed back into my clothes.  Debbie, 
now in her swimsuit, grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her before 
walking to the gate.  I stood up, but realizing that my cover-up was a bit 
too short, hid around the corner as Debbie opened the gate.

"Where's Kyle?  I've been calling all afternoon," Alvin said.  He was thin 
and had glasses, your typical teenage boy I guess.

"Oh sorry.  I guess I didn't hear you.  We were just swimming in the pool."  
Debbie motioned towards me, so I pulled the cover-up down as far as it would 
go, and bowed a greeting.  "This is Emi, a friend of mine from school."

"Oh, hi," he said, his eyes brightening to see me, but slowly drifting down 
to where my hand was tightly holding my pullover between my legs.  I could 
feel the cool air on my behind, so I knew this definitely wasn't a good 
outfit to stand around and chat in.

"Kyle's upstairs.  He's sick," Debbie explained still not believing it.

"Do you mind...?" Alvin said pointing towards the back door.  I backed up to 
let him past but almost lost my balance.  I let go of the hem and for a 
split second my wet little pussy was on display.  Fortunately, Alvin headed 
straight inside and I don't think he saw.  Debbie had though, and she 
slapped me on the shoulder, whispering,

"What do you think you're doing?"

I let go of the hem, and lifted my arms to let her see that I still didn't 
have my suit on.

"A little bit overboard, was it?" I smiled at her shyly.  She gave me that 
look again like she thought I was crazy.  I had no regrets though.  One 
problem was that the arrival of Alvin had got me a bit excited, so I wasn't 
thinking straight any more.  I wanted to give Ryosuke a call, but he was 
still at work.

"Hurry up, and get dressed.  My parents will be back soon," she said 
urgently.

"Not until you tell me how it felt."  Just when I thought I was making 
progress, convincing her that is was fun to skinny-dip, Alvin had shown up, 
and suddenly, she was her old prudish self again.

"What?  Aren't you listening?  My parents will be back soon."

"No, no, I'm serious.  How did it feel to, you know, skinny-dip in your own 
pool?"

She shushed me, and pulled me off to the side, worried now that Alvin and 
Kyle might be eavesdropping.

"I don't want you telling anyone about this, OK?"

I looked at her a bit surprised.

"Sure, I promise.  Anyway, it's not like you don't know any secrets about 
me."

"You mean, like that story was true?"

"About Ryosuke and me in the woods?  Yeah, it's true.  But that was just the 
first time.  Since then..."

"No, no, don't tell me."   She looked up at Kyle's room again.  "Anyway, not 
here, not now.  Anyway, you'd better hurry up, and get dressed."

I finally gave in, satisfied at least that I'd talked her into 
skinny-dipping at all.  I guess I shouldn't rush things.  It wasn't that 
long ago that Ryosuke was trying to get me to do all these things, and I 
wasn't so keen.  I suppose it takes a while to get used to the idea, before 
you can relax, and really enjoy it.

I gathered up all my stuff in my arms, and headed into the house.  Behind 
me, I could hear Debbie laughing.

"What?" I asked.  She answered in Japanese:

"Emi sugoi kakkou shite iru yo.  Oshiri marumie." which translates as 
something like "That's quite some outfit.  You can see your whole bum."  I 
just laughed, and wiggled my hips back and forth as a joke.  I thought of 
going upstairs and walking past Kyle's room like that, but Debbie, 
spoilsport that she is, steered me to the downstairs washroom.  It felt like 
such a let down to have to change into my clothes, but anyway, Debbie and I 
were still good friends and that was the most main thing.

I've got a whole bunch more I want to tell you, but I guess I'd better save 
it for next time.  Bye, for now.

Emi Tsuruta

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