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Subject: {ASSM} My Girlfriend's Secret Tennis Circle 1 {Paul Lavreau} (MF+, exhib, voy, no sex)
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Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2004 06:10:02 -0400
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My Girlfriend's Secret Tennis Circle

by Paul Lavreau

Hi, I'm Paul Lavreau, a senior in cinema studies at a
college here in Honolulu, Hawaii.  The reason I'm writing
is I've been going out with this girl for the last few
months, and well, everything was going along fine, till
one day, I found out something about her and her friends
that just blew me away.  You see... well, just hang on,
and I'll tell you the whole story right from the start.

First, my girlfriend's name is Misayo, Misayo Ishii, and
she's an exchange student from Japan, studying at another
college here in Honolulu.  I met her through a mutual
friend, and we've kind of been seeing each other on and
off ever since.  All our friends treat us like we're an
item, but actually both of us have been so busy doing
other things, so to be honest, it hasn't gotten that
serious yet.  She's a great gal and quite a looker if you
ask me, and we'd talked enough that I was starting to feel
like I knew her pretty well, but we hadn't taken that last
little step.

One thing is that I always had this image of her as being
pretty conservative in a lot of ways.  Like, we hadn't
even held hands or kissed, and she always wanted to go
home pretty early.  Another funny thing is her parents
come to Hawaii to visit pretty regularly, and she hasn't
told them about me.  She says they're pretty strict.  In
Japan, apparently she went to a girl's school, and you can
kind of tell because she has this shy demure ultra-polite
manner to her a lot of the time, especially around
strangers.

That's what shocked me about the whole thing.  It happened
one afternoon when I was over at Misayo's apartment.  She
shares an apartment with three other girls who all go to
the same college she does.  This particular day when I
went over, there were these two other guys there talking
with her about some school project while she made
something in the kitchen.  Apparently, these guys live
just down the hall from her, and are friends with her
roommates, but I was kind of irritated that they were
there talking to my girlfriend.  I didn't want to be rude
or anything, and they did seem to be in the middle of
something, so I just sat down in the living room, and
waited for them to finish.

I sat there, looking out the window not really paying
attention to the conversation.  Misayo and the two other
guys came out of the kitchen, but they went, and sat over
by the window, but they kept on talking about this
project.  Against the wall, they had this bookshelf with a
whole bunch of pictures, trophies and little knick-knacks
and stuff.  One of the trophies was for some kind of
tennis championship.  I knew Misayo played tennis, but
we'd never played together.

I sat down again on the couch, and started looking at some
pictures that were lying there on the table.  Eventually,
I came to some shots of Misayo on vacation with her
friends and family.  I absentmindedly flipped through the
pile, while the three of them jabbered on, until I came to
this one picture.  I blinked when I saw it because it was
a picture of four young women standing there naked in
front of this fence with some trees behind.  They were all
wearing white tennis shoes and socks and carrying tennis
rackets, but other than that they they had nothing on. 
Oh, one girl had wrist bands and a necklace on, and as I
looked closer, I realized it was Misayo!  Shocked, I
looked over at the real-life Misayo, still calmly talking
to the other two, and then back at the picture.

I'd never seen Misayo naked before - as I said we hadn't
even kissed yet - but there she was as naked as the day
she was born, standing in just her shoes on what must have
been a tennis court somewhere.  The other girls looked
pretty nervous.  They were all Japanese with lovely smooth
pinkish white skin, little rosey red nipples and stark
black pubic hair,.  They seemed to be giggling and talking
amongst themselves rather than looking at the camera, but
Misayo had her arms up holding the racket behind her head,
her whole body proudly on display.  The more I looked at
her, the more excited I got.  She had such an amazing body
with this hourglass figure, perfectly shaped breasts, and
this little triangle of pitch black pussy hair shining in
the bright sunlight.  I looked at the other girls, and
they were gorgeous too, blushing shyly or giggling
nervously at being naked in such a place.  They were all
quite slim with these perky little tits, curvy hips, and
neatly groomed black bushes.  God, what a picture!  I
discreetly adjusted my pants trying to hide my mounting
hard-on.

I looked back at the real Misayo sitting just a few feet
away.  She had such a cute face and features, but she
always dressed so conservatively it was so hard to tell
what her body looked like.  Today too, she was wearing
jeans and a long sleeved blouse, but as I stared at her
some more, I focused in on where her blouse jutted out at
the front where her tits must be.

"OK, I'll go get it," she said to the other two, and
walked around the corner toward her room.  I got up, and
ran after her, my hard-on banging against my too tight
pants, making it hard to walk normally.

"Misayo!  Misayo!"  I adjusted my pants again, and once
we'd got around the corner, I stopped her, and showed her
the picture.  "What on earth is this?"

She looked up at me a little nervously, and then looked
down to compose her feelings.

"Oh, that," she said trying to sound nonchalant.  "Those
are the girls in my tennis club."

I stared at her open-mouthed.

"OK, OK, I can see that, but what on earth are the four of
you doing?"

She grinned slightly, and then turned, and went into her
room.

"We were playing tennis, silly."

I was dumbfounded.  The thought of my girlfriend knocking
balls around with three other gorgeous women in the raw
was almost more than I could take.

"No, no, I mean, where are your uniforms?"

"We took them off," she said matter of factly, searching
through her bookshelf for whatever it was she'd come to
get.

"I can see that, but for god sakes, why?"

"OK, it was just for a joke, OK?  It was early Sunday
morning, and there was no one around, so someone suggested
we play in the nude for a change.  What's the big deal?"

"Oh, geez, Misa.  What would have happened if someone saw
you?"

"They would have seen us... but anyway, no one did, so
what are you getting all upset about?  Didn't you ever do
anything just for the fun of it?  We had a great time."

This was all just a little more than I could easily
comprehend.  My dear conservative little Misa who rarely
ever wore skirts or even short-sleeved shirts had been
prancing around some tennis court in the nude.

"Where was it?"

"It's that park we always go to on the other side of
Diamondhead.  You've been there, haven't you?"

"Are you crazy?  There's tons of people going through
there, all the time."

"No, it wasn't like that.  There was no one there, I
swear.  You're making such a big deal over nothing."

I realized that my voice had gotten pretty loud.

"OK, sorry, you're right.  We'd better keep our voices
down, before your two classmates wonder what we're talking
about."

"Oh, if you mean the picture, they've already seen it."

"What?"  I almost blew a gasket.  These two guys had seen
my girlfriend naked before I even had.

"C'mon, Ben.  It's no big deal.  Peggy and Meg showed it
to them.  They laughed themselves silly.  It's become like
the biggest joke."  Peggy and Meg are two of Misayo's
roommates.

I just didn't know what to say.  She clearly couldn't
understand why I was getting so upset.  Hearing her argue
back so calmly, I began to wonder if I was just
overreacting.  Probably more than anything I was
frustrated that I hadn't been around when she'd done it in
the first place.  What I wouldn't give to have been there
that day, and see the four of them playing like that.  I
hadn't even met the girls from her tennis club.

"OK listen, I'm sorry, Misa.  Maybe you're right.  Maybe I
am overreacting."  I looked down at the picture, and
smiled a little.  " I guess it is pretty funny."  She
smiled too, glad I had finally come around.

"Oh, look at the time.  Aren't you supposed to go meet Mr.
Chin?"

"His name is Mr. Kim.  Yeah, I'd almost forgotten about
that.  I guess I'd better get going."  I tried to casually
slip the photo into my breast pocket, but Misa caught me,
and took it back.

"Oh no, you don't."

I laughed.

"OK well anyway, do you think you could at least hide it
somewhere till we've had time to sit down, and talk about
this?"

"OK, yeah sure.  Everyone's seen it already anyway."

"What?"

"Just joking.  I haven't shown it to my parents.  They
would really flip."

I winced.  She walked me to the door.  I felt so much like
kissing her, but she held her book tightly in front of her
almost like she was blocking me off.  I still couldn't
reconcile these two sides to her, the conservative Misa I
knew and the wild fun-loving naked girl in the picture.

"Are you free on the weekend?" I asked trying to sound
casual.

"I've got to finish this up," she said pointing to the
book, "but anyway, give me a call."  I looked deep into
her eyes, but she turned away, and held the door.  God,
she's so aggravating.

That night I had a dream.  Misa and I were at this tennis
court about to play a game.  She introduces me to her
parents, and then they sit in the bleachers.  Then Misa
takes off all her clothes, and we play.  I win, and she
volunteers to suck my cock as my reward for winning.  Her
parents come down, and congratulate me while Misa is
sucking me off.  Just as I'm about to come, Misa backs
off, and I end up spray loads of semen all over her cute
little face.  Her dad complements me on my 'vigour.' 
(Don't you ever have dreams like that?)

The next few days went by, and between one thing and
another, I never seemed able to catch Misa in.  She had
her cell phone switched off too.  Still the whole thing
with the picture was driving me crazy.  Not knowing quite
what else to do, I phoned up the Japanese American
Cultural Center, and asked about their tennis classes. 
Apparently, the classes are not run by the Center itself,
but they gave me the name of the instructor, a woman named
Maeyama.  I vaguely remembered Misa mentioning her.  I
gave her a call, and she said her classes were already
full, but I was welcome to come down to watch, and sign up
for the next course.  She told me where it was, and sure
enough it was the Diamondhead court Misayo had mentioned. 
I headed down early for the Sunday morning class, but
neither Misayo nor any of the other girls from the picture
were there.  I asked Ms. Maeyama about Misayo, and she
kind of gave me a funny look.  Apparently, the group of
them had their class on another day, though she wouldn't
tell me when.  This made me all the more suspicious. 
What?  Do they play naked every week for heaven's sake? 
The thought got me all riled up again.  I said goodbye,
and headed home.

The next Sunday morning, I found myself back at the tennis
court near Diamondhead.  Unfortunately, at first, there
didn't seem to be anyone there.  I was just about to go
home when I heard some voices coming from the woods next
to the courts.  The trees were pretty close together, so I
couldn't see far, but it sounded like there was some
people in the forest there.  I pushed my way through the
bush, and eventually came to a small clearing.

I squinted to see, and then reeled back stunned when I saw
two beautiful young women lying there sunning
themselves... in the nude!  They were calmly lying on
their fronts with the heads down, their delicious little
rear-ends sticking up invitingly.  They had long black
hair, and I suddenly realized that it must be two of the
girls from the picture I had seen.  Who else would dare
sunbathe here in the nude?

I wasn't sure what to do.  I really wanted to get a closer
look, but I worried that if I walked over, I might alarm
them.  Before I could decide though, they spotted me, and
quickly pulled out their towels to cover up, chattering
away anxiously and looking a bit frightened.  Undeterred,
I stepped out of the woods, and walked over.

"Hey, you girls are Misa's teammates from the tennis club,
aren't you?"

"How do you know that?" the one lying further away
snapped, suspiciously.  She had turned to face me, with
one hand holding her towel together in front of her tits,
the other pushing the towel down flat over her pussy.  The
other girl was still lying on her front with the towel now
draped over her cute little ass.  They looked incredibly
sexy with their delicate white skin wet with lotion
glistening in the sunlight.  Despite their frightened
grimaces, you could tell they were both quite cute, like
young actresses or models.  Misa was cute too of course,
but the way they were blushing and scrambling to cover
their athletic little bodies was quite a turn on.

"I'm Misa's boyfriend, Paul Lavreau."

They looked at each other, and then broke out laughing.

"So you're Paul!"

"Yep, Misa showed me the picture of the four of you on the
tennis court over there."

They glanced at each other, clearly wondering if I was
talking about the picture of them standing there in the
nude.

"But I'm afraid she didn't tell me your names."

The far one turned away from me, and reached into her bag.
 Peeking out from under the towel, I could just see the
line of her cute little rear.  She had the most perfect
body.  If she would just turn a little more...

"I'm Shiori, and this is Nanae," she said pulling a pair
of white cotton panties out of her bag.  "Listen, do you
think you could give us a chance to get dressed?  It's a
bit embarrassing talking to you like this."

"I don't mind."

They looked at me surprised, then giggled again.

"Yeah, well, maybe you don't, but I think Misa would.  We
don't want her to think we're trying to steal her
boyfriend away from her."  The way she said this with this
ambiguous look on her face, her lying there naked, her
legs spread apart and her towel perched precariously over
her open pussy, I couldn't help wondering if this was a
challenge or an invitation.  Nanae was gathering her long
black hair into a pony tail and glancing at me out of the
corner of her eye.  I wouldn't mind sleeping with either
of them or even better, both at the same time, but anyway,
maybe I'd better cool out, and just see what develops.

"OK.  I'll uh... wait for you over by the tennis courts."

"Thanks, that'd be great."

I walked away slowly, and glanced back at them, but they
remained covered up waiting for me to get out of sight.  I
headed off through the woods, but then circled round, and
hid behind a bush to spy on them.  They kept staring off
the way I had gone until they felt sure I was out of
range.  Despite their bravery at sunbathing nude in the
first place, they were clearly very worried about the
possibility of being seen.  Shiori's gaze scanned the
woods where I was hiding as she skillfully slid on her
panties without exposing her sexy little bush.  Nanae was
watching the far side, as she felt around in her bag for
her own clothes.  I thought for sure Shiori would spot me,
but I kneeled there as still as I could until finally she
seemed confident that no one was there.  The shirt I was
wearing was green, so it must have blended in with the
leaves.

Nanae got up on all fours, and her towel fell off onto the
ground giving me a clear view of her cute little upturned
ass.  Her legs were spread seductively to the point where
I could almost taste her juicy little pussy.  She suddenly
realized that this was not the most lady-like pose, sat
back down, and pulled her towel back across her front. 
She pulled a tube top out of her bag, and holding her
towel in her mouth, pulled it on.  She then pulled on her
panties as well, and a pair of hiphugger jeans.  She stood
up and enjoyed watching her wiggling around trying to get
the tight jeans done up, but then I realized they'd soon
be heading this way, so I beat a hasty retreat to the
tennis courts.  I couldn't stop smiling to myself over my
wondrous luck in finding them.

They showed up soon, smiling shyly and looking almost as
ravishing clothed as they had nude.  Shiori had on a light
blue shoulderless sun dress.  Nanae had pulled on a blouse
over her tube top, but she left the buttons undone, so I
could still see her cleavage and her bare hipbones above
her low rise jeans.  If the jeans were any lower, I'd be
able to see her pubic hair for sure.  She didn't seem to
mind my staring, although it was hard to tell for sure,
because they both had sun glasses on.  They looked like
young starlets hiding from their fans.  We found a donut
shop not too far away, went in and sat down.

"Do you have a car, Paul?" Nanae asked innocently as she
took off her blouse, and folded it over her bag.  Her tits
stuck out quite noticeably in the tube top, looking much
larger than in the picture.

"Um, no... but my dad lets me borrow his if he's not using
it."

She brightened up at this news, and leaned forward giving
me a view of even more of her cleavage.

"We need someone to drive us here for our tennis games."

I swallowed hard, picturing them playing in the nude
again.

"Oh, I could do that.  No problem.  When do you play
next?"  I could hardly hide my excitement.  Who wouldn't
want to drive four hot young Japanese girls just about
anywhere they wanted to go?

"How about next Saturday early in the morning?"

"Sure, shouldn't be a problem."

We chatted a bit more about what they were studying at
school and how they liked living in Hawaii.  I kept
wanting to ask them about the picture or why they'd been
sunbathing nude in the woods there, but they both looked
at me with these wide innocent eyes, so I decided not to. 
There'd be time enough for these things later.

We finished up our drinks and then they had to go.  We
rode the same bus back into town, and then said goodbye,
and got off.  Things were definitely looking up for yours
truly.

To be continued

Paul Lavreau
You can find my stories at Don Gordon's web page:
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