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Volleyball
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd
like to know more about my friends and me, please drop by my home
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When I was growing up, my family always lived near the sea. 
Often I'd get invited to play games of pick-up volleyball down on
the beach.  Most times, we'd just fool around tossing an
inflatable beach ball up in the air, and batting it around.  I
didn't really know what the rules were in those days, but it was
kind of fun playing with my friends under the warm sun by the
sea.

I guess it was a bit later when I was in high school in Japan
that I found out that beach volleyball is a real sport.  This one
summer, my dad was watching the Olympics on TV, and beach
volleyball came on.  I was fascinated because it was a game I had
played before, and I wanted to see how the athletes play.  They
made it look easy, running to where the ball would land even
before it made it over the net.  I watched, and tried to learn,
but I still wasn't playing all that often.

After I moved to California, at the start, I was kind of busy
with school, but I went swimming at the beach in the summer, and
guys would come up to us, and ask if we wanted to play beach
volleyball with them.  We'd play, and slowly I got to know some
of the other players.  I became friends with this one guy named
David, a second generation Chinese-American, a funny guy with a
bit of a shy streak but a fit body.  We exchanged phone numbers,
and when it was raining out, he would phone, and invite me and my
friend Asuna to go to a community center with him to play
volleyball indoors.

At this community center, it was mostly men, Anglo or Chinese,
and only a few girls.  Everyone was pretty friendly to us though,
and tried to make us feel at home.

One thing I noticed right off is that people seemed to touch each
other more than in the other sports I'd played.  If I scored a
point, this one Chinese American guy James would put up his hand
for a high five.  Even when someone missed a shot, the other
players would give the person a pat on the back to cheer them up.
 Our friend David didn't touch me, but some of the other guys did
- on my back or sometimes even on my bottom.  Asuna didn't know
quite what to make of all this touching, but I wasn't offended. 
I figured it was just part of the game.

Another problem I had at first was what to wear.  On the beach,
you play in whatever you have on - a swimsuit, beach cover-up or
shorts and a t-shirt.  The first time I went to the community
center though, I changed into my tennis outfit, a white polo
shirt and mini-skirt, but I overheard one of the guys joking
about it, so I figured that wasn't right.

One of the Chinese wives wore black shorts, so next, I brought my
navy blue 'bloomers' from high school.  This older Vietnamese guy
Canh would sit on the bench behind me cheering me on, but it
became pretty obvious that he was staring at my backside.  Just
to tide me over, I ended up buying a few other pairs of shorts:
long red ones and sleek black ones.  After that, the guys stopped
staring so much, so I figured I must have finally gotten it
right.

At this particular center, in order to reserve a spot for
volleyball, you had to go a bit early, and pick up a ticket. 
Sometimes though I got there so early that none of the other
volleyball players were around.  This one Thursday, I got there
about an hour before, and not knowing what else to do, I went
into the women's change room to change into my gym outfit.  I
pried off my shoes, then stripped off my jeans and panties, and
sat my delicate bare behind down on the wooden bench.  It was
kind of quiet in the change room.  It sounded like no one else
was around.  I ran my middle finger along the crack of my pussy,
surprised to find that I was a little wet.  I'd been a bit jumpy
all day, but I hadn't really noticed until then.  I pulled off my
hoodie, blouse and bra stripping naked for no reason.

I fished my white sports bra out of my bag, pulled it on,
squeezing my breasts in so they wouldn't overflow.  I pulled on
my Mizuno polo shirt next.  It hugs my breasts fairly snugly, but
the guys all seem to like it, so I hadn't gotten around to buying
a bigger one yet.  All this playing with my breasts though was
starting to get me a little excited.  I rubbed the bare cheek of
my buttocks, conscious of the fact that I was still bottomless,
but decided to pull on my socks next.  I'd just bought a whole
new outfit especially for volleyball, Mizuno, made in Japan, so I
felt really ready for once.  My bottom still uncovered, I slid on
my indoor court shoes, half intending to go look at myself in the
mirror.

Just then, though a young east European woman came in, motioning
that she wanted to get to the locker in front of where I was
sitting.  I pulled a small towel from my bag, and holding it in
front of my pussy, I stood up, and stepped over the bench to the
other side, so she could get through.  She must have thought I
was so strange, sitting here with my shoes on but no bottoms.  I
asked her if she'd had a good work out, and she started chatting
away telling me how much she enjoyed exercising.  I smiled, and
listened till my cell phone rang.  I had to dig through my coat
to get it, but when I looked back at her, she smiled weakly,
having seen my bare bottom when I turned away.

Since she'd seen that I was naked, I figured there was no need to
pretend anymore.  I lay my towel down on the bench, and scooted
out around the end of the lockers and back towards where the
showers were.  I must say I felt distinctly naughty traipsing
around the locker room with no bottoms on, but luckily, there was
no one else back there.

It was my boyfriend Ryosuke on the phone.  He was supposed to
come out, and play volleyball with us, but was phoning to tell me
he'd got caught up at work, and couldn't make it.  I hadn't heard
from Asuna yet either, so I felt a little disappointed.

The east European girl waved goodbye, and left, as I continued to
talk to Ryosuke on my cell.  Couldn't he ask his boss to let him
go early?  No, he told me.  I was so tempted to tell him that I
was walking around the locker room bottomless, but I knew he
probably wouldn't be able to get out of work, so it was no use
getting him all worked up.  I walked back to the entrance to make
sure that the girl had left.  All I could hear was the soft
murmur of the instructor's voice from the hot yoga class in the
gym.  As Ryosuke tried to make me feel better, I found myself
wandering closer and closer to the door.  I was half tempted to
step out of the change room half-naked like that, but I was a bit
worried that someone might come, so I ended up going back, and
pulling on my panties and shorts before going out into the foyer.

The other community center we went to was a lot quieter.  It was
in an elementary school, so on the walls, there were drawings and
low hooks for hanging children's coats.  They didn't offer many
sports, just swimming for kids, but that was on a different night
from volleyball.  The volleyball had a good turnout though
especially on weekends.  There were more Filipinos here and
Mexicans and even the odd younger Chinese woman coming with her
boyfriend.

I liked the atmosphere at that center because all the people
seemed so friendly, but actually, Asuna was a bit put off because
the guys were always trying to chat us up.  James, the Chinese
high-five guy, kept offering us a ride home in his car, but Asuna
didn't want to go with him, so we'd usually just walk to the bus
stop with David.

There was this other guy Rafael, who I think was part Chinese but
born in Malaysia.  I guess he was handsome, but not my type
exactly.  He was quite the character though always talking about
how beautiful this or that woman was, though I'd never seen him
with a girlfriend.  He did make a half-hearted effort to hit on
me, but he was too proud to chase anyone.  He did tease me an
awful lot, and Asuna too when she was there.  We got used to him
though.  Most of the time, he was off playing with his friends,
and would leave us alone.

On weekdays, that center was so quiet.  When I'd go on a Monday,
there was the girl in the office who collected our money and one
custodian, but there never seemed to be anyone else around.  If I
got there early, I'd wander the deserted halls looking at the
drink machines, or else go into the gym, and set up the nets, but
it could get kind of boring just sitting there for so long
waiting for everyone.  David worked on weekdays, so he didn't
arrive until late, and Asuna preferred to play on weekends.

Another thing I noticed was that some of the guys would come to
the center, wearing their gym outfits under their clothes, and
would get changed in the gym itself rather than the change rooms.
 There wasn't anything really indecent about this, because even
when they took off their outer clothes, they still had their gym
wear on underneath, but at first I found it a bit strange for
them to be changing with me looking on.  Sometimes someone would
make a wisecrack or tease them about 'stripping,' but most people
didn't seem to mind.

I mulled this over for a while, and then one Monday, when no one
was around, I got up the nerve to try changing in the gym myself.
 I was so nervous the first time - my heart pounding in my chest
- but actually no one showed up for a very long time, so I
eventually realized I'd been worrying for nothing.  The staff
girl and custodian almost never came in the gym, and David and
most of the other players were working, so no one was around.  As
time went by, I got braver, actually removing both my jeans and
panties, and sitting bare-assed on the bench in the gym, while I
checked my cell phone messages.

Unfortunately though, this one time, this guy named Colin showed
up while I was sitting there bottomless.  Colin was a youngish
polite African-American guy.  He worked as some kind of
researcher.  He was a bit shyer than the Chinese or
Filipino-American guys, but he did have a nice car, and had
offered me a ride home a few times.  I didn't really know quite
what to make of him, so I'd turned him down, but I did get the
feeling that he liked me.

Anyway, here I am like a complete ditz, sitting on the bench,
fiddling with my cell phone, in my volleyball shirt but with no
bottoms on.  Luckily, the hem of my polo shirt was covering my
pubic hair, but the problem was the exposed flesh of my thigh and
rear end.  I quickly pressed my legs together, and looked at him
- eyes wide - so shocked to see him there.  He looked really
surprised too, not expecting to find me here, half way through
changing.

"Uh hi," he said hesitantly, apparently wondering if it was
proper to talk to me given the way I was dressed.  It was hard to
tell what he thought was going on.  It was pretty obvious that I
didn't have my regular gym shorts on, but perhaps he thought I
was still in my undies, or had on a pair of really short shorts.
I glanced around looking for my backpack with my shorts in them,
but it was just out of reach on the floor a little ways away.  If
I stood up to get it, he would see my pussy for sure.

"Oh, um, hi... Colin.  I was uh... I was uh..."  In my panic, my
mind was drawing a complete blank as to how to explain why I was
sitting here half naked.

"Are we the first ones here?" he asked, doing his best to ignore
the way I was dressed.  He crossed the gym, coming right over to
the bench where I was sitting, and took off his coat.  This was
of course a normal thing to do since I was the only other one
there - except for the fact that I wasn't dressed.  If it had
been another guy, one of those slick womanizers for instance, I
might have been frightened, but there is something about Colin,
his good-natured smile that somehow lowered my guard, making me
take the situation less seriously than I might have.  Instead of
trying to figure out how to get him to turn away, I was actually
wondering how he would react if I stood up, and showed him my
family jewels.

"Uh, yeah, I guess, we are," I finally agreed.  "Um, Colin, I
wonder if you could do me a favor?"

"A favor?  What kind of favor?" he asked still unsure what was
going on.

"Could you turn around for a few minutes?  I'm kind of in the
middle of..."  I didn't want to finish the sentence because I was
worried about shocking him, but it was hard to get around the
fact that I might have to explain eventually.

Colin looked me over a bit closer now, his eyes moving along my
hips to the curve of my rear.  I bit my lip, embarrassed by his
gaze.  I straightened out the hem of my polo shirt at the front
trying to make sure that he couldn't see my bush.

"What- what- what are you doing?" he asked, still not quite
understanding my predicament.

"I was just getting changed when you came in," I finally
admitted.

Apparently, he thought I was still in my undies because he
motioned for me to stand up, and show him.  I just sat there, not
moving, but I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. 
Unbidden, my body was starting to get very excited.

"What are you wearing anyway?" he asked, still not guessing.  I
was beginning to get a bit exasperated by his naivety.  Couldn't
he tell I was naked?

"Do you promise you won't tell anybody?" I asked.  Oh, that's a
silly question.  Even if all I do is tell him, he's bound to tell
someone.  It would also be hard to pass off a lie because if I
claim to be wearing underwear, he'd no doubt ask what the big
deal was.

"Um, yeah, sure," he replied, still fairly calm.

"Well, you see I thought no one would come in..."  I was hoping
so much that he would put two and two together, and not make me
spell it out, but he clearly couldn't conceive of me sitting here
naked.  I think he had this picture of me as a good girl, the
kind of girl who wouldn't do such a thing.  I honestly don't know
where I got this image from, but quite a few people seem to see
me that way.

Anyway, I simply couldn't take it anymore.  I finally broke down,
and told him.

"I'm naked."

He just stood there gawking at me for the longest time.

"No," he shook his head, refusing to believe it.

"I am... really," I assured him.  He still wouldn't believe, so
finally I lifted up the front of my polo shirt showing him my
pussy.

"Wow!" he exclaimed clearly quite impressed.

"I honestly didn't think anyone would come in.  Otherwise, I
never would have done this," I started babbling, all nervous now.
 Colin raised his eyebrows, obviously still in shock to see me
like this.  Figuring that the cat was out of the bag, so to
speak, I actually stood up giving him a better look at my pussy.
I must admit that I was getting quite wet by then, turned on by
the situation, but didn't want to let him know that.  I walked
over, and picked up my bag, watching his reaction as he checked
out my rear.  He was clearly quite stunned to see me like this,
so I decided to beat a hasty retreat, and scooted over to the
ladies change room, and went in.

It took me a long time to calm back down.  By the time I'd
finally managed to get my feelings back under control, other
people had started to arrive, so I went, and hung out with them
avoiding Colin's gaze as best I could.  He continued to stare at
me most of the night, but I think he got the message that I
certainly hadn't done it to seduce him.

Not long after, the Olympics started up.  I was kind of happy
because I got to see some familiar faces on TV.  I was usually
out at school during the day, but every once in a while, I'd
wander by a TV, and catch a replay of some event with a Japanese
athlete in it.

This one day, I was up at the other community center, the modern
one with all the Chinese.  We'd just finished playing volleyball,
and I'd gone into the change room to have a shower, and get
changed.  In the main foyer though, they had the TV on, and I
could hear Rafael and all the other guys outside cheering about
something.  Then, I heard the announcer guy say the name 'Kosuke
Kitajima!'  Wow!  Was he on TV?  Kitajima, you see, won a couple
of gold medals at the Athens Olympics in 2004, and had been sort
of a hero of mine, me being a swimmer and all.  The Americans had
a strong medal hope in swimming too - Hansen, I think his name
was, so that's probably what the boys were all excited about.

I'd just gotten out of the shower, so I wasn't really decent yet,
but it sounded like the event was just about to start, and I
didn't want to miss it.  I quickly grabbed my towel, and tried to
tie it on around my breasts, but the knot kept coming undone.  In
my excitement to see Kitajima, I kept rushing things, and not
doing it up right.  Just inside the change room door, I finally
managed to pull the towel on tight enough, and get the knot to
stay, so I quickly rushed outside into the foyer.  Sure enough it
was Kitajima (!) on TV and Hansen too in one of the big races,
the 100 meter breast stroke I think it was.  It was so exciting
to get to see them race live in real time.

Even though most eyes were on the TV, when I came out of the
change room, first David and then Rafael and some of the other
guys looked over at me, surprised to see me out in the foyer in
just a towel.  I lay one hand across my breast trying to hold my
towel in place, but actually, I was pretty excited getting to see
Kitajima and all.

The starting gun went off, and off they went.  During the first
lap, they were all neck and neck, so it was hard to tell who was
leading, but then after the turn-around, the announcer mentioned
Hansen's name, but on the screen we could see Kitajima pull out
into the lead.  Wow!  Look at him go.  The boys were all
shouting,

"Go!  Go!  Go!" at Hansen, but Kitajima was clearly pulling away
from the pack.  I put my hands together, praying for Kitajima to
hold on... and what do you know, he did!  He won!  I couldn't
believe it!  Another gold medal!

"Woooohoo!"  I thrust my arms way up in the air, jumping for joy.
 David and Rafael and other boys turned around to look at me, but
I just smiled sweetly back at them, happy to have seen one of my
hometown heroes win in front of everyone.  Suddenly though, I
felt the knot on my towel come undone.  Oh oh!  I felt the towel
unravel and fall to the ground, leaving me standing there - stark
naked - my arms in the air shouting out cheers of joy!

David looked embarrassed, and motioned for me to pick my towel
back up, but the other guys weren't quite so gentlemanly.  James'
eyes went wide, as he started jumping up and down cheering too. 
Rafael had practically gone cross-eyed staring at my sexy naked
body.  Kitajima was shouting too - we all were now - all lost in
the moment.  I was so caught up in it I stepped away from my
towel, and did a little naked victory dance while James cheered
me on.

Eventually, though, I realized that this probably wasn't such a
good idea bouncing around naked here in front of all these randy
guys.  I took my towel from David who'd picked it up, gave them a
coy little smile, and ran back to the girl's change room.  I was
so excited it wasn't even funny, so eventually, I had to take
another shower just to calm down.

Once I was all dressed and decent again, I emerged from the
change room, only to find them all outside waiting for me.  David
explained that Rafael and them had decided to take me out to
supper to celebrate.  I felt a bit guilty, but anyway, I went
along with them to this Japanese restaurant, and they all treated
me to a nice sushi dinner.

After that, I resolved to be a good girl for a while, wore my
conservative shorts, and declined their invitations to take me
out for drinks.  I don't think Asuna heard what had happened, but
I guess she could tell from the way they were all treating me
now, that something must be up.  David was still more or less the
same, gentle and supportive, but Rafael had started bringing me
gifts, and the other guys were always asking me to play on their
team.  For a little while there, I was definitely the center of
attention.

I guess after a few months had passed though, things started to
settle down a little.  Canh was still staring at my bottom, and
James kept trying to high-five me, but Rafael stopped asking me
out so much, and there wasn't such a fuss every time I walked in
the gym.

Summer finally came, and instead of switching back to the beach,
I continued to play indoors with David and the rest of them. 
Ryosuke didn't come so much anymore, but David was always there,
and Asuna came out every once in awhile.  Then there was this one
day where I'd got caught up talking to people at school, and
didn't make it to the gym until quite late.  David and James and
them had already started playing, so I rushed down to the bench
next to their court intending to strip out of my clothes into my
uniform which I thought I had on underneath.  Turning my back to
where they were playing, I quickly kicked off my shoes, and
yanked down my track pants.  I guess the feeling of the air on my
pussy should have set me off, but actually, it took me the
longest time to realize that something might be wrong.

Still rushing, I kicked off my track pawns, jammed my feet into
my sneakers, and pulled up my hoodie intending to take it off. 
It was only then that I realized I didn't have anything on
underneath.  As I looked down in shock at the shining white skin
of my naked body and my little triangle of fluffy black pubic
hair, I felt this sudden jolt of embarrassment.  Oh god!  Now
what have I gone and done?

I lowered my hoodie back down, and peered over my shoulder only
to find practically everyone in the gym- David, James, Rafael,
the Chinese wives - staring in wonder at my bare bottom.  Of
course, I was terribly embarrassed to be caught naked again, but
for some reason, seeing them all staring at me wide-eyed made my
heart jump.  Without completely realizing it, I was nervously
pulling at the hem of my hoodie, and arched my back, perhaps
subconsciously trying to show off my precious little behind to
best effect.  Oh god!  What on earth am I doing?

My mind raced, trying to remember where I'd put my shorts and
sports bra.  I knew I hadn't put them in my bag, but for the life
of me, I could have sworn I'd changed into them after breakfast.
Were they still back in my dresser at home?  Or might they be
down in the dryer in the laundry?  Anyway, if they are not here,
what am I going to wear instead?  The next image that popped into
my head was me playing naked surrounded by David, Rafael and them
all.

The silence though finally brought me out of my daydream, and I
realized I couldn't just stand here all day with my bottom
uncovered.

"Woops!  Mistake!" I cried out, making sure they knew that I
hadn't done this on purpose.  I quickly gathered up my track
pants and bag, and holding them in front of me to cover my pussy,
dashed along the side of the gym, and out to the change room.  In
a bit of a daze, I sat there for a while trying to calm back
down, and remember what I had down with my volleyball uniform. 
Unable to find it, and pretty embarrassed for having flashed
them, I ended up going home instead of playing.  I skipped the
next couple of volleyball sessions, but soon David started
phoning, and telling me it was no big deal, and that I should
come back out.  I eventually did, but I switched to wearing
long-sleeved track pants, just so they wouldn't be staring at my
legs so much.  I still felt embarrassed, but at least I was
covered up for a change.

I guess the last weird thing that happened was in some ways my
fault, even though it wasn't me that did it.  It was a Sunday,
and it was getting near closing time, so some of the people had
already hit the showers.  I was still playing just a casual game
with Colin, a Chinese woman and another guy who was around our
level.  Rafael had finished his game, and was sitting on the
bench behind me.  The other team hit the ball right to the back,
and when I backed up to get it, I kind of crashed into where
Rafael was sitting.  Neither of us was hurt, but I apologized,
and soon went back to the game.  He continued to sit there though
watching me.  I guess I didn't really think anything much of it.
People often sit on the benches behind us while we're playing
partly because there is nowhere else to sit.

Anyway, I was mostly focusing on the game, hitting the ball as
hard as I could, and doing my best to win.  The two players on
the other side had gone into a huddle discussing their strategy,
so I was just standing there, my hands on my hips at the back
waiting for them to finish talking, and get back to the game.

All of a sudden, I feel this tugging sensation on the back of my
track pants.  I turned around to see what it was, and there is
Rafael crouched down behind me.  Suddenly, just out of the blue,
he yanks down my track pants, pulling my panties with them!  I
quickly covered my bush and rear with my hands, but Rafael grabs
my arm, and pushes it away, so he can get a better look at my
rear end!  Can you imagine?  Right there with everyone looking
on.

Anyway, I finally managed to push him away, and pull my track
pants back up, but Rafael is absolutely killing himself laughing.
 For some reason, he thinks this is so funny.  I felt so
embarrassed, but I guess I can see how he would somehow think it
was alright to do that sort of thing, given the way I'd
accidentally flashed them in the past.

Anyway, I still go to that community center sometimes, but I'm
always on my guard now when Rafael is around.  David is so sweet,
and tries to protect me from Rafael, but thankfully, nothing much
else has happened since.

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

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