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Subject: {ASSM} Our first squash game {Emi Tsuruta} (FM, exhib)
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Date: Mon,  5 Apr 2004 16:10:02 -0400
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Our first squash game

Hi there.  It's me, Emi, again.  I was going through my old diaries, and I 
noticed one part that I'd typed up a long time ago, but never sent out for 
some reason.  I guess it all happened a couple of years ago when Ryosuke and 
I had first started to get more serious.  I don't know; I was such a 
basketcase in those days.  I was so much in love with him, but I didn't 
really know what I should be doing to make him happy or whatever, and so I 
ended up doing some pretty silly things.  Now I'm a bit more mature about 
these things, but anyway, I'll send this to you, just so you'll know about 
it too.

I think this happened just after our second "tryst" there in the walled-in 
garden on campus.  That was such a weird time really, because I was so 
excited about all this new stuff happening, but I was also really seriously 
afraid.  I was absolutely terrified that I was going to do or say something 
to our friends that might give us away.  I was especially careful about my 
clothes trying to dress really conservatively at school, acting on my best 
behavior so that no one would suspect anything.  I guess after we'd done it 
a few times more, I started to get more used to it, and enjoy it more, but 
this all happened when I was still really frightened and not sure what to 
do.

Anyway, I guess it was a Sunday, I was just sitting around the house, 
watching TV with my host family's kids.  It was raining out, and I didn't 
really feel like studying.  My mom had sent me a care package from Japan, 
and so I made some Japanese Ramen (noodles) for my host family for lunch.  I 
wasn't really homesick, but having the noodles did remind me of home, and I 
started wondering what my friends back in Japan were doing.  I felt a little 
bit sad that I couldn't just phone them up and say hi.  I just kind of sat 
quietly thinking for a long time.  Even my host family's kids were pretty 
quiet that day.

As I was sitting there and thinking about my friends, suddenly, the phone 
rang and it was Ryosuke.  I was so happy to hear from him.  As I said, I'd 
been worrying quite a bit about whether he was going to get us into big 
trouble by fooling around outside.  Still, I did enjoy talking with him, and 
I liked him a lot, so anyway, I was really glad that he called.

We started talking, and then he invited me to go for a swim (at least I 
thought that's what he said) at the athletic center on campus.  I was so 
happy to finally have something to do.  As soon as I hung up, I ran upstairs 
and put on my swimsuit.  A date, at last.  What should I wear? I didn't want 
to wear anything too fancy to the athletic center, so I dug out this fluffy 
navy sweatshirt I have and the matching skirt, and put them on over the 
swimsuit.  Quickly, I stuffed a towel and shampoo and a few other things 
into my bag, ran down the stairs and headed out the door.

"Bye, everyone.  I probably won't be back for supper."

Because it was raining, I grabbed an umbrella, and decided to wait for the 
bus.  When I finally got to the athletic center, Ryosuke was already there, 
but there were, like, these two squash racquets sticking out of his bag.

"I thought you said we were going swimming."

"Oh yeah, just before I left, one of my friends called saying that he had 
reserved a squash court for 3 o'clock, but couldn't go, so I thought you 
might want to try."

I'd never played squash in my life.  I played tennis and ping pong a little 
in high school, but I'd never even seen a squash court.  I just stood there 
looking at him for a while, and I guess he could tell I was unhappy 'cause 
finally he said,

"OK, I'll tell you what.  First we'll go for a short swim, and then we'll 
play some squash.  How does that sound?"

"Really?"

"Sure."

I was so happy.  We went to our separate changing rooms, and then met again 
on the inside.  I came out and I was all ready to practice (I was just 
really getting into swimming more then).  Anyway, we swam for a while, but 
it was starting to get near 3 o'clock, so we went back to our changing 
rooms.  I took off my swimsuit, had a shower, and then toweled off.  I felt 
refreshed after the swim, and was looking forward to finding out how to play 
squash.  I walked naked from the shower into the changing room carrying my 
swimsuit and shivering a bit.  I found my locker, and got out my towel, and 
wrapped it around me.

Pulling my bag out of the locker, I started to rummage around inside it 
looking for my underwear, when I suddenly realized that I hadn't brought 
any.  I went through my bag again and again, but the more I thought about 
it, the more sure I became that I hadn't packed any.  I left the house in 
such a hurry.  Now what am I going to do?

My first thought was to put my bathing suit back on, and wear my clothes 
over that.  I think I might actually have done the exact same thing when I 
was in high school.  I remember putting my school uniform on over my 
swimsuit and how clammy and cold it felt when I was sitting in class.  It 
was a really icky kind of feeling.

Not sure quite what to do, I picked up my bathing suit, but it was still 
soaking wet and kind of gross-feeling.  I tried wringing it out in the sink, 
but no matter what I did it still felt the same.  I can't wear this!  I went 
back to the changing room, and wondered what I should do.

Some of the other girls started to look at me because I was just standing 
there in my towel staring off blankly into space.  I smiled at them, and 
then reluctantly took out my sweatshirt and skirt, and pulled them on over 
the towel.  Once they were on, I pulled the towel down and out from 
underneath.  It was a really weird feeling as the towel slid along my naked 
skin under my clothes.  I guess with Ryosuke and me just sort of getting 
into each other aroudn that time, I was getting more sensitive.  I 
definitely felt something, kind of like butterflies in my stomach or excited 
or aroused.  I straightened my clothes, and tried not to smile as I walked 
to where the mirrors were.

I could really feel the air between my legs as I walked.  I felt so weird 
looking at myself in the mirror.  On the outside, I looked normal enough I 
guess, but I definitely felt naked underneath.  The sweatshirt was kind of 
big and bulky, so you couldn't really tell that I didn't have a bra on, but 
the problem was the skirt.  It is not as short as some of my skirts, but it 
isn't long either.  I twirled around to look at the back.  I guessed that it 
would probably be long enough if I didn't jump around too much.  I ran my 
fingers along the hem nervously.  At least, the material was fairly thick, 
so it wouldn't billow up in the wind or anything.

I went back to the locker, and looked at my swimsuit again.  It was my one 
piece navy suit from high school, the one Ryosuke doesn't really like.  I 
finally decided to hang it up, and shut the locker.  I picked up my bag, 
walked to the entrance, took a deep breath, and stepped outside.

The minute I was out the door, I could feel the breeze all over my body.  I 
swear I felt like I was completely naked.  My sweats are kind of loose 
fitting, so it really felt like I wasn't covered at all.  I looked down just 
to check.  The skirt was long enough that it was covering up my privates, 
but as soon as I took a step I could feel the air rushing in tickling me 
between the legs.

I finally noticed Ryosuke, standing over by the front desk.  Nervously, I 
pressed my lips together, and looked down as I walked over to him.  My face 
was beginning to feel hot.  He had this mildly bored look on his face.

"Sorry, I was just ...  um figuring out what to wear.  I'm going to have to 
come back a bit later because I left my swimsuit in there." As soon as I 
said this, I immediately starting worrying that I might have given myself 
away.  Ryosuke, on the other hand, was avoiding my gaze.  Maybe he was upset 
about my having worn that old swimsuit even though I know he doesn't like 
it.

"It's kind of cool out today, isn't it?" Standing closer to the door made me 
even more aware of the breeze.  I couldn't stop thinking about my near 
nakedness.  I looked around, but no one was paying any attention to us.  I 
couldn't believe it because my face must have been bright red with 
embarrassment by then.

"C'mon.  Let's go.  It's almost three."

We walked down to where the courts were, but the pair before us were still 
finishing up their game.

"C'mon, if we go upstairs we can watch them."

Just a little ways along the corridor, there was a narrow stairwell leading 
up to the gallery.  Ryosuke stood at the door, waiting for me to go by, but 
I motioned for him to go first.  If I'd gone up the stairs before him, he 
would have noticed for sure that I didn't have anything on under my short 
skirt.  He went ahead, and I followed, but now I was terrified someone else 
would come up from behind.  This is crazy.  I'd better go back, and get my 
bathing suit before something horrible happens.  I stopped on the steps, but 
Ryosuke kept going up, and I was too afraid to leave him.

"Wait up."

When we got to the top, there was this corridor which opened up on either 
side to give you a view of the court below.  Ryosuke went right up to the 
railing of the court we were supposed to get, and leaned over to look down 
at the game.  I immediately started to worry that the people below would be 
able to see up my skirt, so I stood a few steps back from the railing.

"C'mon.  Don't be afraid.  You can't fall."

That's not what I was worried about.  Slowly, I edged towards the railing.  
You could see this small ball bouncing off the wall, but I couldn't see the 
players at first.  The viewing platform was on an overhang, so you had to 
really lean forward to see them.  Ryosuke held onto my arm, as I leaned out. 
  I held down my skirt just in case they were looking up.  Thankfully, the 
two of them seemed to be concentrating on the game.  Gradually, I eased up, 
letting the skirt hang freely.  I swear I felt like a stripper on a stage, 
standing there half naked like that, but luckily, my "audience" was too busy 
to notice.

Soon enough, they finished playing, and left.  Ryosuke and I walked back to 
the stairway, and I let him go first.  As he headed down, I realized that 
that was not such a good idea because he would be below me.  I held my skirt 
down, but sure enough when he reached the corner, he turned and looked up at 
me.  I was so startled that I slipped, and fell back on to the stairs.  I 
just sat there dazed for a second.

"Are you OK?"

I suddenly realized my legs were wide open, and so I quickly closed them 
hoping he hadn't seen.

"Uh yeah," I said standing up.  He came right up next to me, and helped me 
brush off the back of my skirt.  I held onto his arm, and was shaking a bit 
not so much because of the fall as the excitement of having just flashed my 
pussy at him.  He continued to brush off my skirt when I suddenly realized 
his fingertips were feeling through the material for my non-existent 
underwear.  Through the skirt, he gently squeezed my bum cheeks, and then 
ran his finger down the crack of my bum.  My heart was racing, and I started 
shaking even more.

Ryosuke took a step back, and then lifted up the front of my skirt.  I 
struggled to push it back down, but he was too strong.

"For god's sake, Emi, where are your panties?"

"I forgot them at home," I blurted out.  He looked shocked.  He started to 
move his hand towards my pussy, but I broke away, and backed up the stairs, 
straightening my skirt.  You could hear people's voices in the corridor 
below and the sound of the squash balls bouncing on walls.

"Please Ryosuke, not here."

He just looked at me for a while, but finally stopped, and headed on down 
the stairs without saying anything.  When I got out into the corridor, he 
was splashing water on his face at a fountain.

I still felt hot and jittery, but anyway, he seemed to have understood that 
this was not a good place to have sex.  I was feeling pretty excited too, 
but didn't know what to do, where to go.  I tried to settle back down.

Anyway, we went into the squash court, and Ryosuke took out the racquets and 
balls, and started to show me how to play.  We were both feeling pretty 
excited, but anyway, I tried to concentrate on what he was saying.

"Basically, it's like tennis except you play up to nine points."

I couldn't believe how calm he looked.  I tried to calm down and forget the 
feeling of air on my privates, but it was hard.  We started to play, and I 
managed to concentrate enough to hit back a few shots.  As we started 
hitting the ball back and forth and getting a rhythm going, I began to relax 
a little.  I broke out laughing when he missed an easy return.

"Hey, no laughing.  Actually, I haven't played that much either."

I felt kind of relieved.  At first, I avoided running for shots because I 
was worried about my skirt blowing up, but the more we played, the more I 
got into the game.  I could tell he was watching me, so I began to jump 
around a bit more letting the skirt fly up, and expose my bum.  One time I 
jumped so high that I accidentally let the whole skirt billow up showing 
everything.  I turned around quickly to check to see if anyone had seen, but 
there was no one at the window or upstairs.  Ryosuke just laughed.

After we'd warmed up for a while, we started to play games.  Before we 
started, I thought that Ryosuke would be really good, but actually we seemed 
to be about the same level.  Finally he said,

"To make this more interesting, let's play for something."

I looked at him suspiciously.

"OK, how about this?  If you win, I have to do one favor for you, anything 
you want.  If I win, you have to do something."

I was even more suspicious, but he just gave me this good-natured smile.

"C'mon, it'll be fun."

I knew full well where this might lead, but anyway, I nodded OK.

"OK, great."

I managed to win the first game, and I got him to promise to buy me a new 
bathing suit.  I knew he wanted me to get one anyway, so it seemed liek a 
good ting to ask for.  I was beginning to feel pretty good, and was 
wondering what to ask for next, when in our next game, he suddenly started 
hitting the ball really hard, so I couldn't return it.

"Hey, no fair."

"C'mon, you won the first game." Just to be nice, he let me win a few points 
back, but then he started hitting it hard again.  Sure enough I lost.

"You weren't just pretending to be bad, were you?"

"Stop complaining, and be a good sport."

"OK, so what do I have to do?"

He looked at me smiling ear-to-ear.  Oh-oh, I'm not going to like this.

"OK, how's this?  All you have to do is take off your skirt."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I can't do that.  People will see."  I looked directly at the small window 
in the door.  We hadn't seen anyone look in yet, but they certainly could.  
Ryosuke took out his towel, opened the door, and then hung it over the 
window.

"There."

"What about upstairs?" I said looking up.

"If you stand back here, no one can see you anyway.  Besides, there's no one 
up there."

I went to the front of the court, and looked up, but it seemed pretty quiet.

"OK, but if someone comes, I get to put my skirt back on."

"Alright."  He was beaming away happily.  I walked to the back wall, and set 
down my racquet.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this.  You'd better buy me the best bathing 
suit in the store."

He nodded grinning.  I took a deep breath, and slipped my skirt down and 
off.  I'd felt pretty exposed before, but now I really felt nude with 
nothign covering my bottom at all.  I set my skirt down on top of my 
backpack, and nervously pulled the hem of my sweatshirt down trying to cover 
my pubic hair.

"I feel absolutely silly."

"You look great, sweetie."  He came over, and patted me gently on my naked 
bum.  I was getting so turned on, but I didn't want to let on, so I picked 
up the ball and racquet.

"My serve?"  I scored the next few points mainly because Ryosuke was 
watching my naked hips and not the ball.  His shorts were sticking out quite 
a bit at the front, so he was obviously enjoying looking at me.  Then 
suddenly he started playing seriously again, and won a few points back.  In 
order to distract him, I walked over to where the ball was, and deliberately 
bent forward to give him a good look at my secret treasure.  Unfortunately, 
I was getting too excited to think straight, so I lost the next few points 
and the game.

"OK, now your shirt."

I shyly played with it reluctant to strip off my last cover.

"C'mon, be a good girl now."

I straightened up, and pulled my shoulders back to try to make my breasts 
look as big as possible.  Ryosuke started clapping as I pulled the shirt 
over my head.  Now I was completely naked except for my white shoes, pink 
socks, the black choker I had around my neck and my wristwatch.  I felt so 
kinky dressed like that, like some kind of playboy model.  Not knowing quite 
what to do, I kneeled down, and straightened my socks.  Looking down at my 
breasts, I realized that they seemed bigger than usual, maybe because I was 
so excited.  To try to calm down, I picked up my racquet.

"We'd better get this over with before someone shows up." I looked up at the 
viewing deck nervously.  I felt so completely exposed standing there with 
nothing on.  You could hear the games going on in the other courts.  "Are 
you sure this is safe?" I said suddenly having second thoughts.  I leaned up 
against the back wall trying to stay out of sight of the balcony.

"Yeah, it'll be OK, at least till 4 o'clock."  I looked at the watch on my 
bare arm.  It felt so weird seeing just the watch when I wasn't wearing 
anything else.  It was already 3:40.

"OK we'd better hurry.  Make this the last game," I said trying to sound 
calm.

"No, we've got plenty of time.  Let's play two or three more."

As we played, I was getting increasingly nervous that someone would come, so 
I couldn't concentrate on the game.  Ryosuke would stand there staring at 
me, and then when it was his turn, hit the ball hard, so he won again.

"Now what?"

He walked over to my backpack and stuffed my clothes in it.

"Listen, I'm going to go upstairs for a minute.  You just keep on playing." 
He picked up my bag and his own and then opened the door.

"Hey, wait a second.  What about me?"  I huddled close to the wall in case 
anyone was walking by.

"Oh, don't worry.  I'll be watching from upstairs." He moved to close the 
door, but stopped and grabbed the towel.  "Oh I guess you won't be needing 
this."

The door slammed shut, and it was quiet again except for the sound of the 
other games.  I stood pressing against the back wall, praying that no one 
would walk by.  I looked down at my naked body.  My breasts rose and fell as 
I breathed heavily.  I touched myself down there, and realized I was soaked.

"Hey, I can't see you."  It was Ryosuke calling from above.

"Listen, I don't think this is such a good idea."

"Nah, it'll be fine.  Trust me.  Just play a bit, out where I can see you."  
I took a step from the wall, and peered out the small window.

"Was there anyone in the hall?"

"Nope, not a soul."

I looked this way and that out the window, but it looked like there was no 
one there.

"I don't know, Ryosuke, I mean I think this is way too dangerous."  I looked 
around for my clothes, but then realized he had them.

"If you don't hurry up, the next people will show up."

I looked at my watch.  It was 3:50.  Seeing little other choice, I walked 
out into the center of the court, and started hitting the ball against the 
wall.  I heard this clicking noise, and looked up to see that Ryosuke was 
taking pictures again.

"Hey, cut that out."

"Nah, it'll make a great memento of the day."

Not knowing quite what to do, I picked up the ball again and played some 
more while he kept shooting.  I looked at my watch again, and it was almost 
four.

"Ryosuke, throw me down my clothes.  It's almost four."

"Hey, I've got a better idea.  Why don't you come up here?"

"Listen, Ryosuke, this is no time for jokes."

"I'd hurry up if I were you."

I looked up at him, but he made no sign of moving.  I was beginning to feel 
desperate.

"It's just a short jog."

I realized that he was serious.  I really didn't want to go out into the 
hall stark naked, but I couldn't get him to come back down.  I walked to the 
door and looked out.  It looked quiet enough.  I opened it a crack.  A cool 
rush of air washed over my body.  My head was swimming.  Half crazy with 
embarrassment, I stepped out into the hall, and ran to the stairs.  I didn't 
see anyone.  I sped up the stairs, but when I got to the viewing area, I 
realized that the players in the other courts would be able to see me if 
they looked up.  Ryosuke was taking more pictures.

"Emi, you are absolutely incredible!" he whispered in glee.

Shivering with fear, I tiptoed forward past the first pair of courts.  I 
caught a glimpse of a couple of players, but they were facing the other way. 
  My heart was beating away like crazy.  I was so nervous I dropped the 
squash ball I was carrying, and it bounced into one of the courts.  
Panicking, I ran over to where Ryosuke was, but I wasn't sure if they could 
see me or not.  The tension in the air was incredible as I huddled next to 
him waiting.

"Did someone lose a ball up there?" one guy called up from the court below.  
Ryosuke went over, while I squatted down quivering and praying that they 
couldn't see me.  Ryosuke answered,

"Sorry.  I'll be right down to get it."

I ducked down as far as I could, and Ryosuke finally took pity, and pulled 
my clothes out of his bag.

"Hurry up, you'd better get dressed," he whispered in Japanese.  Sitting 
down my bare bum on the cold floor sent a shiver up my spine, but I quickly 
pulled on my skirt and sweatshirt.  Still terrified, I lay there for a 
moment till I got up the courage to follow Ryosuke back downstairs.

I still didn't have any underwear on.  Ryosuke seemed a bit more worried 
now, and we quickly headed for the changing room where my swimsuit was.  I 
felt so relieved when I got in, and found my swimsuit in the locker where 
I'd left it.  I had a shower and got dressed.  The swimsuit still felt 
funny, but it was drier than before.

After that, we went to a fast food restaurant near campus and I told him how 
I'd forgotten my underwear.  He still doesn't believe me.  He thinks I did 
it on purpose to tease him.  Anyway, I still go to the athletic center a 
lot, but that was probably the first time I ever did anything like that.

Anyway, I've got a whole bunch more things I want to tell you so I'll try to 
write again soon.  Take care.

Emi Tsuruta
My stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/

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