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Japanese Bottoms
By Emi Tsuruta

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At the beginning of the new term, my friend Satomi
told me about a class she was planning on taking:
physical anthropology.  I went to the first few
classes with her.  It was kind of interesting, but the
course didn't really fit in with my program, so I
ended up not enrolling.  I still liked it though, so I
stopped by now and then, just to sit in, and listen to
the prof.  In one class I remember, he was talking
about how anthropologists tell the difference between
people from different parts of the world.  A lot of it
was kind of technical, talking about genes and blood
types, but he did talk a little about how
anthropologists look at traits, like skin color or
body shape, to try to tell where someone is from.  I
just kind of sat there, and took it all in, but didn't
really think much about it at the time.

After class, I dragged Satomi off to the fitness
center to go swimming.  After we'd swum around for a
while, we got out, and had a shower.  In the girl's
locker room, Satomi just kind of sat there, drying
herself off and looking around at the other girls,
mostly Americans that day.  I could tell she was
mulling something over, as she looked at them and then
down at her own body.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"We look so different."

"What do you mean?"

"From them," she said sadly pointing over toward these
two blonde American girls standing there proudly
brushing out their hair.

"Well of course we look different... but that's not
such a bad thing, is it?"

"I don't know.  American girls are all so tall and
curvy.  Japanese are just so frumpy, so blah."

"Oh come on, Satomi.  You're being silly.  You're at
least as good-looking as those girls.  We each have
our own strong points."

"No, no, but I mean it's like the prof said.  Each
area of the world has its own body shape.  California
girls are blonde with long legs and big busts, and
Japanese are so..."

"Satomi!"  I could kind of guess why she going on like
this.  Part of it was that her current flame Hiro was
leaving to go home to Japan soon.  It seemed like
Satomi never had much luck with guys.  Even though she
and Hiro were pretty close, they still weren't really
an item or anything.

"I mean look at our hips.  Japanese bottoms are so
saggy.  Even Chinese or Koreans have better bottoms
than us."

"Satomi!"

I guess she could tell I was upset, 'cause she
quietened down again.  Of course, I was a bit jealous
of the American girls too.  Whenever we went to the
beach, my boyfriend Ryosuke was always staring at all
these tanned beach blondes, but I didn't feel inferior
to them really.  Ryosuke and a lot of other guys too
seemed to like the way I looked.  Still, what she said
though got me thinking.  I walked over to the sinks,
and looked at myself in the mirror.  I don't have a
'saggy bottom.'  I have a nice bottom.  Ryosuke often
told me so.

Anyway, we finally got dressed, and I headed home.  On
the bus, I found myself looking at all the other girls
who got on, checking out their body shapes, and
comparing them to my own.  Could it be true?  I'd seen
the way Ryosuke looked at other girls.  Did they
really have something I didn't?

After that, I would have forgotten about the whole
thing except for what happened in my one of my
tutorials soon after.  The class didn't start for
another half an hour, but I had time on my hands, so I
went to class early.  There were two American guys
there, Brad and Luke, handsome I guess, but not my
type really.  As I came in, I overheard them talking
about this one blonde girl and hot she was.

"Did you see Candy in the cafe earlier?  Wow!  What a
knockout!"

"Yeah, jeez I'd really like to bop her."

I cleared my throat, and they went quiet as I walked
in.  Brad sneered over at me like I was some chewed-up
slice of pizza.  Before long though, he leaned over,
gesturing towards me whispering something to Luke, and
they both laughed.

"What?  What are you laughing about?" I asked
irritated.

"Oh nothing, Emi."

"Oh come on, guys.  What?"

"It's nothing.  Honest."

"I know what it is.  I heard you.  You were all on
about Candy, weren't you?"

They went quiet eyeing me cautiously.

"I don't know why you guys are so hung up on blondes. 
Don't you like Japanese girls?" I whispered, even more
sensitive after this whole argument with Satomi.

"Sorry, Emi," the other one called Luke said.  "We
didn't think anyone was listening."

"No, that's alright.  I want to know what you think,
your honest opinion.  You prefer blondes, right?"

They both kind of eyed me edgily not sure what to say.

"Is it their bodies?" I persisted.

"That's part of it," Brad nodded.

"What about Japanese girls?  Don't you think we have
nice bodies too?"  I was dressed pretty plainly that
day in just jeans and a white t-shirt, but I sat up
straight pulling back my shoulders to highlight my
breasts.  They looked me over, but I could tell they
still preferred this blonde, Candy.

"No, you look fine.  It's just that..."  Luke's face
went pale, as he tried to think of how to phrase it
without hurting my feelings.  Before we could finish,
some other students drifted in, so we had to stop.  I
sat through the whole class brooding, and even when it
was over Brad and Luke just hightailed it out of there
not even bothering to say goodbye.  I was fuming.

That night when I got home, Brandon, my host mom's
son, was sitting in the living room watching TV.

"Where's your mom and Jennifer?" I asked him. 
Jennifer is Brandon's sister.

"I don't know," he shrugged.  "Upstairs, I guess,"

I ran upstairs, but it looked like they had both gone
to bed.  I changed into a t-shirt and a pair of track
pants, and came back down.  Brandon was sitting on the
couch, so I stretched out, and lay down on the rug.

"What are you watching?" I asked.

"I don't know.  Some dorky car chase show."

"Do you mind if I change the channel?"

"Go ahead."

I got up on all fours, and crawled over to the TV,
scrolling through the channels.  When I finally found
something I liked, I looked back at Brandon.  Quite
clearly he'd been staring at my rear end.  I looked
down, and realized I was wearing my low rise track
pants, which never quite stay up at the back.  I
pulled them up to cover the crack of my bottom, but
while I was crawling back to the foot of the couch,
they just fell back down again.

"What did you do today?" he asked peering over at me
curiously.

"I had a Cinema Studies tutorial, and dropped by to
see Satomi.  Now she's all on about body shapes."

"Huh?"

"She says Japanese have saggy bottoms," I shrugged
trying to seem blase about the whole thing.

"Ah," he said, nodding.

"What?  Do you think so too?"

"I don't know.  I've never seen one."

"You've seen me naked!" I protested, upset that he
didn't remember.  As embarrassing as it is to admit,
he'd caught me running around the house naked a couple
times.

"Not recently!"

We sat there in awkward silence for a while, not
knowing what to say.  I knew I should just let it
drop, but I was getting butterflies in my tummy.  I
just couldn't let it go.

"If I show you, will you tell me if you think it's
saggy or not?" I finally asked.  Brandon opened his
eyes wide in shock.

"K," he breathed, his voice all hoarse from the
excitement.  Brandon was so cute, like a little kid
almost.  He must have been at least seventeen by then,
but as far as I knew, he'd never had a girlfriend.  I
knew I shouldn't tease him this way, but it was just
so hard to resist.  I got up on my knees, and looked
back at him watching his expression.  He was almost
going cross-eyed with anticipation.  Young boys!

Ever so slowly, I pushed the waistband down exposing
more and more of the soft white flesh of my rear.  He
shifted in his seat trying to hide his mounting
erection.  I know this is horrible, but I was starting
to feel wet myself.  I stopped when the waistband
reached my thighs, and stuck my rear out a bit to give
him a better look.

"Well?" I asked.

"Jeez, Emi.  I uh..."  It looked like he was so
overcome with emotion he could hardly speak. 
Suddenly, we heard Loretta or someone rattling around
upstairs.  I grabbed my track pants, and pulled them
back up.  I certainly didn't want Loretta to know I'd
been flashing her son.

"Anyway," I smiled.  "I'll take that as a vote in
favor of Japanese rears."

Brandon continued to stare at me, so soon I beat a
retreat up to my own room.  I wasn't sure why I had
done that, but it was kind of fun seeing his reaction.
 He always gets so flustered.  I guess we all go
through a stage like that, but it was kind of funny.

Not long after that, I went over to visit Asuna,
Ryosuke's cousin and one of my best friends in
Oceanview.  She's a bit younger than Satomi and I,
more petite and perhaps a bit naive when it comes to
the ways of the world, but she has a healthy
curiosity.  Asuna greeted me at the door as carefree
and bubbly as ever.

"Hey Emi.  You made it!  Come on in," she gushed.  I
followed her into the dining room, and we sat at the
table by the big floor-to-ceiling windows that looked
out at the patio.  One of her roommates, Sandra, was
making something in the kitchen with her handsome
boyfriend Craig.  I eyed him cautiously, and he nodded
a bit apologetically.  I'd had a few run-ins with
Craig.  He kept walking in on me whenever I was taking
a shower or getting changed, and one night I'd caught
him spying on me while I was asleep.  I continued to
watch him carefully, while Asuna nattered away.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked cheerily.

"Yeah, do you have any barley tea?" I replied.

"Yeah, sure I'll make some," she offered heading into
the kitchen.  Sandra headed back off to her room to
get something, leaving the two of us alone in the
kitchen with Craig.  Craig flashed me a grin, but when
I frowned, he went back to minding his own business. 
"So what's new anyway?" Asuna asked me.

"Last week, I sat in on Satomi's anthro class, and now
she's all on about body shapes," I babbled away, all
nervous with Craig there.  Asuna filled the kettle,
and then turned it on waiting for it to boil.  "She
says Japanese bottoms are saggy."

"You two!  Is that all you ever talk about?" she
snorted.  Craig glanced down at my jeans and then over
at Asuna's looser fitting track pants.  Noting his
interest, I just couldn't resist the temptation to
ask.

"What do you think, Craig?"

"I wouldn't know," he responded coolly.

He'd seen me naked too, so I knew this was an out and
out lie, but it looked to me like he was regretting
our last encounter in particular.  Probably Sandra had
chewed him out for being such a bad boy, and now he
was trying to reform.  Unable to contain my curiosity
though, I persisted.

"Surely you must have some opinion."

Asuna opened the cupboard looking around for the tea
bags.  They seemed to be up on the top shelf, so Asuna
got way up on her tiptoes to reach.  It honestly
looked like Craig was trying to be a good boy, but it
was hard to ignore Asuna's cute little bottom stuck up
in the air the way it was, the crack of her buttocks
peeking out from above the waistband.

"Do you need some help?" I offered, biting my lip as I
struggled to keep a straight face.  Ryosuke had showed
me a college prank, 'pantsing' he called it, where you
run up, and pull someone's track pants down.  I'd kind
of got angry at him the few times he'd done it to me,
but now faced with the same target, I understood the
temptation.  I shot Craig an evil grin, and nodded for
him to go ahead, and pull them down.  He shook his
head, but I just couldn't let the chance pass.

As poor Asuna tottered on her tiptoes struggling to
reach the tea, I grabbed the sides of her track pants,
and pulled down with all my might.  To my great
surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear, and so
soon the two of us were staring dumbstruck at Asuna's
cute little bare behind.

"Kya!  What are you doing?" she shrieked in absolute
shock.  She bent down to pull her pants back up, but I
held them tight around her ankles, waiting for Craig
to tell me what he thought of Japanese rears.  "Emi! 
Let go!"

Craig didn't really have to say anything, but you
could tell by the growing bulge in his pants that he
found Asuna's compact little rear arousing to say the
least.  I finally let go, letting Asuna pull her up
pants.

"What did you do that for?"

"I told you.  I was just trying to find out what Craig
thought about Japanese rear ends."

"Emi!"

"It's no big deal.  I can show you mine if you want."

Asuna looked even more shocked, but Craig was nodding
eagerly for me to hurry before Sandra came back. 
Caught up in my own foolish daring, I pulled open my
belt, undid my zipper, and yanked my jeans and panties
down showing them my own bare behind.  Craig seemed no
less impressed with my rear, and I was suddenly
starting to feel very horny flashing them in broad
daylight.  I noticed a bit too late that there were
people walking by in the courtyard outside, and they
must have spotted me because they stopped to gawk.  My
sense of embarrassment returning, I covered my pussy
with my hand, but continued to stand there for a
minute or two all excited.

We could hear Sandra coming back though, so I quickly
pulled my panties and jeans up, and did them back up. 
I guess she could tell from the look of wonder on
Craig's face that something had happened, but none of
the three of us were about to tell her what.  Craig
continued to gawk at me while we drank our tea, but
soon I began to feel a wave of regret.  We moved to
Asuna's room, where she bawled me out, but I had this
sneaking suspicion that she had kind of enjoyed
flashing him too.  She was Ryosuke's cousin after all.
 It must run in his family.

The real problem of course wasn't Asuna at all, but
rather Satomi.  How was I going to convince her that
her body was at least as sexy as any western girl? 
Then, one night after class, I stopped by at her dorm.
 She was sitting in the lounge watching TV with our
Italian friend Sarah, Natasha from France and this
other new girl Ji-Hyun from Korea.  I went in, and sat
down, and they were all watching what their dorm mate
Ricardo described as a "chick flick."  Satomi was
squinting her eyes and biting her nails, I guess
because the movie had more of these tall blonde
California girls that she had become so jealous of.  I
decided to ask the others.

"In anthro the other day, the prof was saying like how
people from different countries have different body
types."

Sarah and Natasha looked at me curiously, but they
didn't really respond right away.

"And then Satomi was like saying that Japanese have
saggy bottoms.  Do you think so?"

"I don't know," Sarah laughed.  "You think we check
these things?"

"No, I'm like serious.  What do you think?"  I stood
up, and turned my back to them to show them my rear.

"Oh Emi," Natasha guffawed.

"No, no, tell me what you think."

"Looks fine to me," Natasha told me, still trying to
watch the movie.

"I can't tell," Sarah said, playing along with the
joke.  "Your shorts are too baggy."

I glanced over at Ji-Hyun trying to figure out what
she was making of all of this.  I knew Sarah and
Natasha fairly well by then.  We often went swimming
together, and one time we'd gotten naked in the pool
sauna together.  I'd seen Ji-Hyun around, and she'd
usually say hi, but I hadn't really talked to her
much.  She was just kind of sitting there wide-eyed
and curious.  I decided to go for it.  A shiver ran up
my spine as right there in the middle of the lounge, I
pulled down my shorts and panties showing them my bare
behind.  I glanced out the window hoping no one was
wandering by this time.  Satomi got up to stop me, but
I held her back till the others had had time to react.
 Sarah was killing herself laughing, while Ji-Hyun
looked absolutely scandalized.

"Well, is it saggy?" I asked.  Satomi was pushing me
though, and soon I lost my balance, and fell on the
carpet.  Sheepishly, I pulled up my shorts, and got
back up into my chair.  Sarah couldn't stop laughing,
but eventually, she said,

"It looks fine.  I think Satomi is just teasing you."

"No!" Satomi protested.  "I'm serious.  Japanese
bottoms are different from other people's."

"Satomi, maybe it's just yours that's different,"
Natasha taunted, obviously thinking the whole idea was
silly.  Satomi glared at her, all upset now.  I knew
Satomi's bottom wasn't any saggier than mine was.  Our
masseur at the spa had seen it, and Ryosuke, and they
both seemed suitably impressed.  Still, since she was
being so stubborn about it, I couldn't resist the
temptation to tease her.  I grabbed Satomi around the
waist, and called for Sarah to come over, and pull
down Satomi's shorts.  Satomi was kicking and
screaming like anything, and Ji-Hyun was having a
freak attack, but Sarah just sat there killing herself
laughing.

"Emi!  Leave her alone!  Can't you see she's
sensitive?" Natasha warned me.  Unable to give up so
easily, I finally got a hold of Satomi's waistband,
and pulled her bottoms down myself.  Just as I
remembered, Satomi's backside wasn't 'saggy' at all. 
A little bit on the pudgy side maybe, but it had a
sexy roundness, and the way she was tensing it, you
could tell she had quite good muscle tone from all the
times I'd dragged her swimming with me.  There was a
little dimple right where her crack ended and a few
strands of pubic hair sticking out erotically from
between her legs.

"No sag here," I mocked, giving her a playful little
spank on the behind.  I finally let her go, and she
stood back up pulling up her shorts.

"No, but I mean it looks different from western
behinds, heavier, more bottom heavy," Satomi went on,
wiping the hair out of her eyes.  I'd never even
thought of that before, but by keeping on like this,
she'd managed to peak my curiosity.

"So what do western bottoms look like?" I called over.

"What?  You want us to show you?" Sarah giggled.

"Yeah.  Do you have a camera or something?  Maybe we
could take pictures and compare.  Satomi could hand it
in as an essay for her class.  Western versus Japanese
posteriors!" I joked.  Natasha guffawed, finding the
whole idea ludicrous.  The more I thought about it the
more I liked the idea.  "No, I'm serious.  Do you have
a camera?"

"Oh, Emi," Sarah laughed.

"We don't have to do it here.  Some place private.  No
one would ever have to know."

Sarah looked like she might be willing, but Natasha
looked doubtful.

"I know!  Tomorrow why don't you guys come over with
us to the swimming pool?  We could do it in the change
room."

Sarah nodded, and eventually, Natasha gave in too. 
Ji-Hyun wouldn't even answer, but I could tell she was
kind of curious.  She was an exchange student, hadn't
been here that long, and I guess people don't really
do these things in Korea.

The next day, mid-afternoon, I went into Satomi's
dorm.  Sarah had her door open with music blaring, but
she was more or less ready.  Satomi came to her door
when I knocked.  She kept saying how silly the whole
idea was, but she had her swimsuit and stuff already
packed into her bag.  It took a bit more convincing to
get Natasha and Ji-Hyun to come with us, but they
finally got ready, and came out to meet us.  Everyone
was kind of quiet on the way over, a bit nervous I
guess.

There were a few American girls in the locker room,
but it wasn't that crowded.  We chose one of the empty
aisles, and set our stuff down on the bench.  I got
out my camera, and set it down next to my bag.  Sarah
and Natasha were acting like this all was no big deal,
but Ji-Hyun was peering around nervously eyes wide. 
We all got undressed, and stood there naked trying to
figure out how to do this.  Ji-Hyun was holding a
towel in front of her to hide her pussy.  The aisle
was a bit too narrow for the four of them to line up,
so I just went around behind, and took pictures of
each one, starting with Satomi.

I'd seen Satomi naked quite a few times, so her bottom
was really no surprise.  She was a bit bottom heavy as
she said, but I think that's what made it look so
sexy.  Sarah was next.  She is very young and
extremely tall and slender, especially for an Italian
girl.  Her figure always reminded me of one of those
roman statues, the Venus de Milo or something.  Even
so, I still preferred Satomi's figure.  Sarah was
almost too thin, like one of those runway supermodels.
 Natasha posed next.  Her bottom was very white and
curvy, the ideal figure in some ways, but I still
thought Satomi's or my own looked sexier.

Even when it was Ji-Hyun's turn, she kept turning to
face me, embarrassed I guess to show us hers.  We
finally got her to hold still long enough for me to
take a picture.  She had slender hips, but her skin
looked so soft, and peeking out from beneath her
buttocks cheeks you could see this little tuft of
pitch black pubic hair.

"You look like a Japanese," I laughed.

Unfortunately, she didn't really take this as a
compliment, and stalked off to the showers.  The rest
of us scrolled through the pictures commenting on
whose we thought was better.  It soon became obvious
even to Satomi that it was all a matter of personal
taste.  None of us were best just different.

"Next, let me take a picture of everyone's pussies," I
suggested, but Satomi gave out such a laugh.  "OK,
maybe next time," I giggled.

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


       
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