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From: Emi Tsuruta <emitsuruta5@yahoo.com>
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Date: Sat,  9 Apr 2005 16:10:01 -0400
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Toga Party
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life. 
If you'd like to know a bit more about me and my
friends and what we've been doing, please drop by my
home page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/


This all happened a long time ago now.  It was kind of
a weird time in my life.  I'd been going out with my
boyfriend Ryosuke for a little while, and I guess I
was still getting used to his interest in the
outdoors.  I ended up doing some pretty crazy things
and not always with him there either.

Anyway, I guess I told you my friend Satomi lives in a
dorm on campus.  I've always been a bit jealous,
because there is always so much going on down there. 
She jokes that she'd rather switch places with me
because she says it's so noisy all the time it's hard
to study.  Probably she's right that I'd never get any
studying done if I moved in there.  Still, it does
look like fun, and I always like going down to visit
her to see what's going on.

One of the most interesting events they have is their
toga party.  I'm pretty sure we don't have those in
Japan, although I could kind of imagine what it was
like.  This was way back in the autumn of my freshman
year.  I dropped by at Satomi's dorm, and saw the ad
up on the wall for the toga party.  As usual, she
didn't want to go, but I kept asking her about it, and
finally she agreed to come with me.  I had supper with
her in the dorm dining hall, and met Craig, one of the
upper year students in her house.  He'd been to the
toga party before, so we asked him how we were
supposed to make our togas.  Apparently, you can buy
toga costumes, but from what he was saying, most
people just made one out of a bed sheet.  Satomi asked
how we were supposed to keep it on, but he just kept
cracking jokes, saying things like "will power" and
"saliva."  That was no help at all.

Anyway, after supper, we went back to Satomi's room. 
Satomi had got some fresh sheets for the both of us
from the laundry.  We worked on Satomi's first,
hanging the sheet over her right shoulder, and then
pulling it under her left arm and fastening it with a
safety pin, so it would cover up her left breast.  No
matter what we did, her bra strap would show, so we
ended up hanging another sheet over her left shoulder
and pinning it under her right arm.  She tied her hair
back, and got some flowers to put in her hair, and she
looked quite regal, like Queen Hera or Athena of the
ancient Greek gods - well, maybe not exactly, but
that's the look we were aiming for.

For mine, we only had one sheet left, so we couldn't
really make one like hers.  We couldn't borrow a sheet
either because everyone else was using theirs too. 
Another problem was we'd run out of safety pins.  All
I had was a few bobby pins in my purse.  We tried all
kinds of different things, but it was getting late,
and the party was already starting.  I was anxious to
get to the party, so I finally just took off my bra,
and fastened the sheet under my left arm as firmly as
I could.  My right shoulder was completely bare, and
you could see the top of the slope of my breast. 
Satomi was wearing a skirt under her toga, but I
decided to take off my jeans, so I'd look more
authentic.  I pulled my hair back with an elastic to
get that "Roman" look.  When we went out into the
hall, I could feel the breeze blowing on my bare
breasts and legs under my toga, but Craig and some of
Satomi's other dorm mates came over, and said we
looked great.  I felt kind of silly, but it did feel
like something special was going on.

The main party was in the auditorium in the basement. 
We went down, and got some punch, and stood at the
edge of the dance floor watching everyone dance.  I
didn't really know anyone besides Satomi and Craig,
but some guys came over, and asked us to dance.  I had
to be careful, because if I moved around too much, my
toga would come open, and people would be able to see
my breasts or my panties.  It was pretty dark in the
auditorium, but even so, I didn't really want to show
anything I didn't have to.

The guys we were dancing with were really friendly,
and they kept suggesting we go for a walk with them. 
I was feeling a bit guilty because I hadn't even
invited Ryosuke to come.  I decided to go give him a
call, so Satomi and I excused ourselves, and went back
up to her room.  Ryosuke was out with Kenta and them
playing pool or something not too far from campus.  He
said he'd drop by a bit later because he wanted to see
my toga.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" he asked out of the
blue.  I looked at Satomi not wanting her to hear my
answer.  I guess she could tell I wanted some privacy,
so she got up, and went out into the hall.  I told
him,

"I have on my panties, but I took off my bra."

"Whoa!  Maybe I should run right over."

I giggled.

"Emi, take off your panties too."

"What?"

"The toga is covering everything anyway, isn't it?"

"Yes, but..."

"Promise me you'll do it.  I want you to be in the
right mood when I show up."

I glanced out Satomi's door to see if anyone was
watching.  It looked like no one was there, so I
slipped a hand under my toga, and delicately touched
my nipples.  I was already pretty excited from running
around in just a sheet all night, and flirting with
those boys downstairs.

"Ryosuke, I don't think..."

"Oh, say you'll do it.  It would mean the world to
me."

"I... uh..."  I looked out the door again wondering
where Satomi had disappeared to.  I wasn't sure that
this was the wisest idea, but I didn't want to
disappoint Ryosuke, especially because we were still
just getting to know each other.  I pulled the cell
phone closer to my mouth, and whispered,

"Are you sure this is such a good idea?  There are a
lot of people out there, and I'll be naked under the
toga."

"That'll be the fun part.  No one has to find out."

I wasn't so sure.  Maybe, as long as I was careful, no
one would realize.  Quickly, before I changed my mind,
I stuck my thumb in the waistband of my panties, and
yanked them down and off over my sandals.  I stuffed
them in my purse, and quickly straightened my toga. 
My hello kitty was tingling like crazy, excited at the
feeling of being naked.

"Anyway, I did it.  Hurry up, and come.  I may need
some... protection."

"OK, I'll be there as soon as I can.  Carry your cell
phone with you in case I have to call."

"OK.  See you soon."  I pulled my purse on over my
head, and put the cell phone away inside.  I fixed my
toga again, and then slowly walked over to the door. 
I could really feel the breeze on my bare flesh now. 
The feeling was getting me all excited.  Satomi was
just outside the door talking to two of her dorm
mates.

"Oh, Emi, this is Kevin, and this is Hector.  They're
freshmen too."

"Nice to meet you, Emi."  Kevin was a Chinese
American, and Hector was Hispanic, Columbian I think
he said.  I felt nervous talking with them dressed the
way I was, but they seemed nice enough, kind of shy
and humble, not like the boys we'd been talking to
earlier.  Hector was heavyset, and looked vaguely
Roman I thought in his toga, but he had these big
thick grey socks on under his sandals that kind of
ruined the effect.  He was good-natured though about
his lack of fashion sense.  They told us a bit about
the troubles they were having with the courses they
were taking.  Kevin's parents wanted him to go into
medicine, but he kept saying he wanted to be a writer.
 They were both so funny I almost managed to forget
that I was naked under my toga.

"I'm getting hungry," Hector announced.  "Anyone want
to go for a pizza?"  Satomi looked over at me, but
before I could object, she said OK.  I don't think it
was like she had a crush on Hector or anything.  It
was just that they seemed a lot less threatening than
some of the other guys we'd been talking to.  I wasn't
sure how far I wanted to go dressed in just my toga,
but they started heading out, and Satomi dragged me
along.  Once we were outside, I started shivering
uncontrollably more from the excitement than from the
cold.

"What's wrong?" Satomi asked.

"Oh, nothing."

The pizza place was only about three blocks from the
dorm, but we had to cross this big road, and I was
getting a bit afraid that my toga might come loose. 
We made it to the pizzeria, and we stood there talking
over what everyone wanted on the pizza.  I didn't
notice at first, but the two Chinese guys behind the
counter were looking me over pretty closely.  I
finally twigged, and looked down at my toga.  It had
fallen right open at the side exposing my left hip
pretty far up and the curve of my bare bottom.  I
fixed it, but they must have realized I was naked
underneath.  They didn't say anything, but they kept
staring over at me, even after we sat down to eat. 
What's taking Ryosuke?  Maybe I should call him again.
 I stepped out of the shop, and gave him another quick
call telling him where to find me.  He said they'd
finished up the billiards, and he was on his way to
pick me up now.

I went back in, and sat down trying to be more careful
this time about keeping my toga close around my hips. 
Kevin and Hector were looking at the photographs on
the walls.  They seemed to be of the other students
who'd eaten here over the years.

"I wonder if they'll take a picture of us," Hector
smiled.  One of the Chinese guys must have overheard,
because when he came out with our pizza, he said,

"Sure if you'd like."  He was smiling directly at me. 
He set down the pizza, and his friend came out with
one of those old Polaroid cameras.  I was sitting
sideways to the camera, and my toga kept falling open
at the hip exposing my bare thigh.  The store manager,
Kennedy his name was, got in the picture too, putting
his arms around Satomi and me.  I felt so nervous with
him touching me and me in just a clumsily fastened
sheet.  His friend, Clint, took a whole bunch of
pictures, one for each of us.  Just before the last
shot, I shifted in my seat, and my toga fell way open
all the way up my side.  I didn't notice until the
picture came out.  The way I was sitting in the
picture it was completely obvious I didn't have
anything on underneath the toga.  Before I could stop
him, Kennedy took that one, and tacked it up on the
bulletin board along with the rest.  Why did he have
to choose that one?  Now everyone who comes in here is
going to see me, and wonder what on earth I was doing
running around without my undies.

Soon Ryosuke finally appeared at the door.  We
introduced Kevin and Hector to Ryosuke, and they
offered him a slice of pizza.  Kennedy and Clint kept
standing at the counter, joining in our conversation,
and eventually they offered Ryosuke and everyone a
free pop.

"What's this for?" Ryosuke asked.

"For being such good customers," Kennedy smiled
looking at me again.  I managed to muster a weak smile
in return, but I wished I could have just run away and
hid somewhere.  All the boys seemed to hit it off
pretty well, and we stayed there a long time chatting.
 I got up to go to the washroom, half intending to put
my panties back on, but when Kennedy pointed out which
way to go, he said to me,

"That's quite a toga you have there.  Probably not
many girls have the nerve to wear something like
that."

I nodded shyly, but it got me thinking.  Maybe what I
was doing wasn't so bad after all.  He didn't seem to
take it a bad way anyway.  If my parents had seen me,
they would have freaked, but perhaps things were
different here in Oceanview.  It was a university town
after all.  Maybe people aren't so uptight here.

Anyway, I came back out.  We finished eating, thanked
Kennedy and Clint for the free pop, and said goodbye. 
We all headed back to the dorm.  Now that Ryosuke was
here, I wanted to get back dressed, but Ryosuke said
something about wanting to go for a walk, and then
dragged me off back outside.  I felt even more nervous
with just the two of us alone.  He was good though,
and didn't do anything while we were on the street. 
We went around to the back of the library and down
into the loading gate.  It was late, so the library
was closed, but I was still pretty nervous that there
might be a security guard or someone around.   At
least people wouldn't be able to see us from the
street.

I stood there breathing kind of heavily as Ryosuke
came closer.  I was a bit afraid, because I wasn't
sure what he was going to do.  He pulled on my toga at
the collar till my left breast popped out.

"Ryosuke, don't."

"It's OK.  No one can see."

There are a couple of big houses just behind the
library.  I think they are used as restaurants mostly,
but for all we knew someone could be staying there at
night.  Luckily, the lights were out.  Ryosuke didn't
seem to care if anyone was there or not.  He leaned
forward and licked my nipple, sending shivers up my
spine.

"Ryosuke, we're in the middle of campus."

"OK.  I'll be good.  I just want to take a look at
you."

He lifted up the toga exposing my bottom.  I twitched,
and pulled my legs in tight together, covering my
mouth from the excitement of exposing my body on
campus.  We'd fooled around in the university garden
once before that, but this was more out in the open. 
I looked around trying to tell if anyone was walking
by.  Ryosuke lifted up the front next staring down at
my pussy.  I turned away from the street to hide, but
I was getting more and more excited.  Ryosuke found
the bobby pins, and pulled them undone.  The toga
unraveled, and was hanging completely open at the
sides.  I put my arms around him trying to hide my
naked body.  He slid his hands in from the side, and
grabbed my buttocks pulling me into him.  We started
kissing me pretty passionately, excited to be making
out in such a public place.

I was hoping that after that, he'd let me do my toga
back up, but instead, he gently slid it off my
shoulder, pulling it right off my body.  Suddenly, I
was standing there naked on the dimly lit concrete
ramp.

"Oh, c'mon Ryosuke.  Give that back."  I squatted down
trying to hide my nakedness, but my senses were going
wild at the feeling of being completely nude in such a
wide open place.  Ryosuke flashed me this naughty
grin.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I am not!  Hurry up, and give me back my toga!  What
if someone comes?"

He finally gave in, came closer, and wrapped the sheet
around my shoulders.  I was shivering like crazy, and
it took us forever to get the toga done back up. 
After that, we hurried back to Satomi's dorm, and
Ryosuke let me get back dressed.  That was just the
craziest thing me standing naked there behind the
library.  Sometimes when I walk past, I still remember
that night.

That winter I was a good girl mostly (I've told you
about some of the other stuff Ryosuke and I did, like
on that squash court and at Kenta's condo).  I'd drop
by at Satomi's dorm every once in a while, and Hector
kept inviting us for pizza.  Kennedy and Clint's faces
would brighten up whenever I walked in.  They didn't
even seem to mind that I dressed in jeans most of the
time.  Every time we went in though, they would
usually come out from behind the counter, and
compliment me on what I was wearing.  They did seem to
take a lot of interest in my hips and breasts
especially, but they were so funny I wasn't offended
at all.

That next spring, I started taking low impact aerobics
at the athletic center.  I guess I heard about it when
I was swimming there one time, and thought I'd try it
just to see what it was like.  There was one other
Japanese girl in the class, Yuko.  She was a few years
older than me, and worked as a teaching assistant for
the university.  She was really into aerobics, and had
this really high leg leotard, which at first I thought
looked a bit indecent.  She said she liked it because
it was easier to move in, and actually there weren't
any guys in our class, so it's not like anyone would
notice much.  I'd just been dressing in a track
outfit, but after a few lessons, I decided to buy a
leotard too, and Yuko took me to the shop where she
got hers.

The first time I wore mine, I felt a bit
self-conscious because it just barely covered my pubic
hair at the front, and dug pretty deep into the crack
of my bottom at the back.  Once we started doing the
aerobics though, I realized that Yuko was right, and
it was easier to move in.

Sometimes after lunch, we'd go out for lunch.  Yuko
liked slightly more upscale restaurants, so a lot of
the time, we'd eat in this trendy sandwich and salad
place across the way.  One time, she was really hungry
after class, so we decided to just rush out without
even bothering to get changed back into our street
clothes.  We walked out to the street, and she said
she wanted something fast, so I suggested we go to
Kennedy's pizzeria.

You should have seen the look on their faces when we
walked in.  Yuko is pretty good-looking too I guess,
but more than that they couldn't get over our outfits.
 They came out as usual to look at me, and they just
kept going on and on about how sexy we looked.  Yuko
was surprised I knew them so well, but she was clearly
flattered by all the fuss they were making over us. 
They treated us to free drinks, and insisted on taking
a picture with us.  When we left, the two of them came
out to watch as we walked back across to the athletic
center.  Yuko giggled, and joked that we should go out
dressed like this more often.

Soon after that, the school year ended, and I went
back to Japan for a few weeks.  Ryosuke and I had been
talking about swimming a lot, so while I was home, I
bought a new red and white bikini that ties at the
side and back.  When I came back, I still saw Yuko on
and off, but I decided not to enroll for the next
aerobics class, and started swimming again more.  That
was a hot summer, and I guess that was around the time
I went to the nude beach for the first time, so I was
in kind of a funny mood.

One Sunday morning, I headed down to the athletic
center, and went swimming.  There aren't usually many
people on campus in the summer, so I had the pool to
myself.  Usually, there is a lifeguard around
somewhere, but I don't think I saw him that morning.

After a while, I started getting hungry, and I
remembered Kennedy's pizzeria.  Actually from the
pool, you can see out onto the street where the
pizzeria is across the intersection.  I got up on the
deck, and looked out that way.  I wonder if Kennedy
and Clint are there today.  I couldn't see them, but
the store seemed to be open, so they were probably
inside.  I looked down at my new bikini.  I'm sure
they'd get a big kick out of seeing it.  I went, had a
quick shower, toweled off, and then pulled on my shoes
and my white hoodie to at least cover my top.

I felt a bit self-conscious walking past the desk
clerk in my somewhat skimpy bikini bottoms, but he
didn't even look up.  I hurried along the busy street
with all these cars driving by.  Most people were
going too fast to notice, but a couple of drivers
slowed down to get a better look at me.  I felt really
self-conscious standing at the lights, because the
guys in the cars that were waiting for the light all
started looking over at my bare legs.  The light
finally changed, and I dashed across and into the
small pizza shop.  There wasn't anyone at the counter,
so I called out,

"Yaho!"

Kennedy and Clint soon appeared from behind the
curtain.

"Emi!  It's you.  What a surprise!"  As usual, they
came out from behind the counter to check out my
outfit.  "Wow!  A bikini!  And it's all wet!  Were you
swimming?"

"Yeah, at the athletic center across the street."

"I haven't been swimming for ages.  Maybe we should
close shop, and come join you."

I laughed.  Kennedy bent over, and took hold of one of
the side ties on my bikinis.

"Are these real?" he asked, curious.  I lifted up the
hem of my hoodie to show him how I'd tied it in a bow.
 "May I?" he asked.  I looked at him, a bit puzzled,
at first not realizing what he was asking.  He slowly
pulled on the end, until the bow suddenly came undone.
 I grabbed the front before it fell, but the back
dropped down, exposing the round white cheeks of my
rear end.  I gasped, shocked to have lost my bottoms
so quickly.  Both of them stood there gaping, every
bit as shocked as I was.  I reached around trying to
grab the back, but it had already fallen half way down
my thigh.  I couldn't reach it without bending over,
and that was the last thing I wanted to do so close to
the busy street.  I shuffled around the end of their
counter.

"Can I go back here?" I asked, my face flushing hot
with embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Kennedy apologized.  He seemed
pretty sincere.  "I didn't think it was a real bow."

I made it around behind the counter with the two of
them chasing after my bare behind.  Just then another
customer came in, so I scurried into the kitchen
behind the curtain.  The man who came in evidently
caught a glimpse of my bare backside before I managed
to get out of sight.  Kennedy came in after me, and I
got so flustered I lost my grip on my bottoms, and
they dropped to the floor.  Kennedy came around in
front of me, and stared down at my still damp pubic
hair.  My pussy was tingling like crazy.

"Can I use your washroom?"

"Yeah, sure.  Go ahead."

I bent over, and picked up my bottoms, accidentally
flashing Kennedy my pussy in the process.  His jaw
dropped open.  I immediately regretted having done
this, but by then, I was so excited I wasn't thinking
straight.  I finally made it to the washroom, and tied
my bikini bottoms back on.  I came back out feeling
really foolish.  Kennedy felt bad too for what he had
done.  He treated me to a slice of pizza and a drink
on the house.  I felt kind of weird about the whole
thing, but anyway, I was glad they didn't freak out or
anything.

Time passed, and I finally managed to calm back down
again.  I came to the conclusion that in some ways it
had been more my fault than theirs really.  Kennedy
had asked, and I hadn't said "no" or anything.  Also
now that it was over, I was starting to find the whole
thing kind of funny.  Can you imagine me going in
there and flashing them out of the blue?  It had been
kind of exciting while it lasted.

A few weekends later, I went swimming again, and I
couldn't stop thinking about that day.  Kennedy and
Clint always looked so delighted every time I ever did
anything like that.  I started wondering if I could
get away with doing something like that again.  I
thought about it for a long time, and then as it
started to get near lunchtime, I got out, and had a
shower, stripping out of my swimsuit.  I'd brought a
fairly long t-shirt with me that day.  I wonder if I
can just zip across in my t-shirt, buy something, and
come right back.  That would be like so wild!  I
pulled the t-shirt on over my naked body, and checked
how I looked in the mirror.  It seemed to be long
enough to cover everything.  I pulled on my sandals,
and bringing my purse with me, I headed out.

Outside, it turned out to be a lot windier than
earlier.  I held down the hem as best I could, but a
couple of times it almost flipped up.  I made it
across the street all right, but I was starting to get
really excited, crazy out of my head.  Kennedy was
right there standing in the doorway with a big smile
on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"No, I was just happy to see you.  You look great. 
Were you swimming again?"

"Yeah."

We walked into the store together.

"Clint!  Emi's here!" Kennedy yelled into the back. 
Clint appeared from behind the curtain, wiping his
hands and smiling widely.

"Wow!  A t-shirt!  What color bathing suit are you
wearing underneath?"

All of a sudden, I felt this wave of embarrassment
wash over me.  What did I think I was doing coming all
the way here without anything on underneath?  I'd
known the two of them for a while now, but I couldn't
just lift up my t-shirt, and flash them.  Could I?

"Here, can we go in the back?" I asked feeling really
nervous standing so close to the street.

"Sure," Kennedy nodded.  Clint backed into the
kitchen, and Kennedy and I followed him in.  The two
of them stood there looking at me expectantly.  Did
they suspect?  It was hard to tell.  I just stood
there for the longest time shifting from one foot to
the other.

"Well?" Kennedy said.  They were obviously really
impatient for me to show them.  I didn't think I could
get up the nerve though.

"Could I get a deluxe slice and a mineral water?"

"Oh, c'mon Emi.  Don't keep us in suspense."

"What would you say if I told you...?" I thought of
telling them, but then I realized I probably shouldn't
even do that.  Honestly!  What was I thinking when I
came out here?  I felt so nervous and excited I didn't
know what to do.

"OK, you have to promise that you'll never tell
anybody."

"Of course not.  You know us."

"And promise you won't try anything weird."

Kennedy crossed his heart, and then held two fingers
up in the air, and soon Clint did the same thing.

"And I want you to know that I'm just doing this
because it's you guys."

"Emi, for heaven's sake, get on with it.  The suspense
is killing me," Kennedy complained.  I wiped my
forehead, and took a deep breath.  It was really so
hot out that day, and I guess that was one of the
things that had put me in such a strange mood.

"OK," I said still trying to get up my nerve.  I
couldn't do it though.  It just seemed too weird. 
"Oh, what am I doing?  Maybe I should just go."

"Emi, relax.  It's just us.  We won't make fun or
anything, but we both really want to see your bathing
suit," Kennedy said.  Clint nodded eagerly.

"OK, but don't say I didn't warn you."  I reached
down, and pulled the hem up just for a split second
showing them my pussy.  It was tingling like crazy by
then.  I was just so excited.

"Wooowww!" Clint exclaimed.

"Wha- wha- what?  I didn't see.  Do it again," Kennedy
insisted, all excited now too.  I was so turned on by
then I could have done anything I swear.  I lifted my
t-shirt up, and showed them again.  I could feel
myself getting wetter and wetter.  I couldn't believe
I'd actually got up the nerve, but it felt great. 
Kennedy just stood there dumbstruck for the longest
time, and then let out this great whoop.

"Oh, man!" he went down on his knees, clasping his
hands to pray.  "Thank you, lord, thank you!  How I've
dreamed of this day!"  Clint threw his arms up in the
air, twirled around and then looked again, grinning
from ear to ear.  I was getting so turned on I lifted
up my t-shirt more, and turned to show them by bare
bottom.  I felt so giddy I broke out laughing.  They
fell to the floor, and started bowing low touching
their foreheads to the ground like I was some kind of
goddess.  We heard someone come in out front, so I
quickly pushed my t-shirt back down, and flattened it
back out.

"Oh, don't do that," Kennedy whimpered.

"No, I'd better go."

"No, no, stay.  We'll cook you some pizza.   Whatever
you want.  Just don't go."

I was so nervous I was shaking, but I finally nodded. 
Kennedy pulled over a high stool for me to sit on,
while Clint went out to get the other guy's order.

"Aw jeez, Emi," Kennedy went on, taking off his
glasses and wiping his forehead.  "I can't believe it.
 Even the day we first saw you in that toga.  Do you
always go around like that?"

I climbed up onto the stool, and sat down, but I
almost lost my balance and accidentally spread my legs
flashing him my pussy again.

"Whoa!" he yelped.  I felt so embarrassed, but the
electricity in the air was driving me crazy.  I felt
so much like I wanted to have sex.  Not with Kennedy
mind you.  It's hard to explain.  I was just getting
off so much on being seen.  Clint came back in with
the order.

"Are you wearing your bikini top underneath that?" he
asked.

"No," I answered truthfully.

"Can you show us?"

I lifted my top way up, showing them both my pussy and
breasts.  I was breathing so heavily my breasts rose
and fell in time.

"Oh, man.  You've got such the perfect body."

"Keep your voice down."

"Emi, just take the shirt right off."

I looked at him, shocked.

"Does anyone come back here?"

"Just us."

I thought about it for a moment, and then pulled the
t-shirt off up over my head.  It felt so amazing to be
sitting there stark naked in their kitchen.  I set my
t-shirt down on the counter, and got up off the stool.
 I just couldn't get over the incredible feeling of
being there naked with them watching.  I started
walking around exploring while the two of them stood
there with their eyes glued to my body.  It was a
pretty weird feeling getting naked in front of my
friends and just standing there letting them look at
me.  I was pretty sure I could trust them though. 
They'd always been gentlemen.

"What's back here?" I asked.

"That's just the back door."

I opened it a crack, and peeked out.  There was a
laneway, and down at the end I could see the main
street with all these cars going by.  I suddenly
realized where I was and what a crazy thing it was I
was doing.  I rushed back in, and looked for my
t-shirt.

"I'd better go," I said, my sense of modesty
returning.

"Your pizza's almost ready.  Just sit down and relax."

I couldn't take the tension though of being naked in
such a public place.  I pulled the t-shirt back on,
and sat down on the stool, staring at the floor. 
Clint brought me over a mineral water, and looked down
at me concerned.

"Are you OK?"

"No, I'm fine.  I'm sorry.  I don't know what got into
me there."

"Don't apologize.  You've got a beautiful body.  You
could be in one of those magazines you know or the
movies."

I laughed at the thought: me a movie star.

Kennedy finally brought my pizza.  The two of them
kept hovering around me.  I could tell they were still
all excited.  It looked like they were gearing up to
ask me out, but they couldn't quite get up the nerve. 
Luckily, I managed to thank them, and escape before
they got all serious on me.  That was a really close
call though.  I guess I shouldn't have teased them
like that.  I like them though.  I honestly do.

Anyway, after that, I managed to settle down again for
a while.  I still go to that pizza shop every now and
then, and as far as I know, they haven't told anyone. 
They are still really good friends.

Well, I guess that's all for now.  I'll try to write
again soon.

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

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