It was autumn in Oceanview, and Halloween was coming. I knew about Halloween from when my family stayed in Hawaii for a year or two when I was young. Kids are supposed to dress up in costumes, and go door to door trick or treating. In small towns in Japan like where we lived, people didn’t usually celebrate Halloween in that way, but in big city Tokyo, I’d sometimes see people dressed up. After I moved to Oceanview in southern California, I’d see the decorations in stores, and sometimes people dressed up as witches and vampires and such. I thought it looked cool, but I don’t think I did anything for Halloween the first year or two I lived here.
In Oceanview University on campus, there were posters up all over the place for Halloween parties. My boyfriend Ryosuke suggested we go check some out. Ryosuke isn’t a big dancer, but he was curious I guess to see what kinds of costumes people would wear, and he likes meeting new people and kicking back and having a good time. I was curious too. I don’t think I’d ever been to a real Halloween party before.
Our university’s Japanese Student Union was co-hosting a Halloween party at Leo’s, a bar downtown. The poster said they were giving out prizes for the scariest and the sexiest costume. Ryosuke kept joking that I should go for the sexiest costume, but at that point, I wasn’t really thinking about entering. This was before the bare-as-you-dare contest at Hernando’s. I was thinking I’d just go, soak it all in, and have a good time.
I did ask my friends what they were planning to wear. My best friend Satomi was going as a witch, and Ryosuke’s cousin, Asuna had bought a pair of devil’s horns to put on her head. Yuko, a sexy teaching assistant who had once worked as a cosplay model, was going all out. She showed me a picture of her costume, this really cute pirate wench look. It was a shoulder-less mini-dress with a frilly white collar and a light blue sash wrapped around her waist. It looked cool.
I started shopping around for a costume of my own. Downtown, I found this retro shop which sells things like black lights and glow-in-the-dark wall hangings. In the back, they had kung fu suits, pajamas and Asian attire. The clerk, a Chinese American man in his twenties, came back to see if I had any questions. What caught my eye most was this beautiful red Chinese mini-dress, a qipao I guess it’s called. The embroidery was gorgeous with pussy willows floating on a pond. The red material shone like silk, and it had a slit running up up each hip! It looked like something a dragon lady would wear in one of those old time movies—sexy, exotic, dangerous.
I tried it on in the change booth, and checked myself in the mirror. It looked good, long enough at the front, but the hem was so short you could maybe see my panties at the back. I showed it to the clerk, and he just said I looked great. I checked some of the other dresses they had, but I ended up buying the qipao anyway. I could wear a coat over it, and bring something else to change into just in case it didn’t work out.
Ryosuke was in a funny mood the night of the party. I thought maybe he would perk up once he saw my dress. He did look mildly pleased when I took off my coat, but there were a whole bunch of other girls there in sexy outfits. My friend Yuuki was dressed up as a nurse in a uniform that showed off her bare shoulders. This other girl was dressed as a cheerleader and another as a burlesque stripper with a garter on her thigh.
Tired of watching Ryosuke ogle these other girls, I went off to the washroom to see if I could spice up my own outfit somehow. I checked myself out in the mirror. I looked sexy I think, my breasts pushing hard on the top part, and the dress hugging the curve of my hips quite snug, with some thigh showing at the slits. I turned around, and checked out my rear end in the mirror.
Maybe my panties are the problem. They were cute enough, a thick white stretch cotton with a bow at the front, but they had these seams at the back between my legs. I wouldn’t normally consider this, but what with all the girls dressed up so sexy, I began to wonder if maybe I could get away with taking off my panties for a bit. I know Ryosuke likes when I do this, and it does feel pretty naughty even if people can’t see. I’d have to figure out a way of showing Ryosuke my bare bottom without tipping other people off. I practiced in the mirror a bit, straightening my back to either hide or show off my derriere. Once I thought I had it, I slid off my panties, and hid them away in my purse. It felt kind of invigorating to be free of my panties.
When I came back out, the cool air nipped at my pubis getting me all excited. My whole body started tingling. The feeling was really starting to get my juices flowing.
I felt anxious though with so many people buzzing around. I inched forward, finally getting up enough nerve to come out all the way to the pool table, trying to catch Ryosuke’s eye, but he was stuck talking with some guy. I kind of wanted to turn around, and show him what a naughty girl I was being, get him interested, but the problem was there were all these other horny guys around me, already staring at my bare thighs. I was glad they liked my outfit, but I hadn’t really planned on showing them.
This one guy Margas came up to me. I didn’t know him so well, but I’d seen him around. He’s fairly clean cut and well dressed and everything, but he also seems to be quite the ladies man, hitting on practically every girl in the place. I think he is Afghani or something, but very Americanized.
“Hey, Emi, nice costume!” he yelled over the music.
“Thanks,” I nodded. I was vaguely hoping that Ryosuke would get jealous seeing Margas hit on me, but in my vulnerable state with the skirt of my dress kind of billowing up, I shouldn’t get too involved. I eventually ran away to the table where Satomi and Asuna were standing. I couldn’t really sit down without flashing my pussy, so I stood there, trying to calm my frazzled nerves. It was so hard though to be a good girl with my hello kitty tingling away. I don’t know what it was, but I was really starting to get embarrassed and horny. I was probably blushing something fierce.
Satomi gave me a strange look. Margas was still eyeing me, but I don’t think he’d realized I was naked. He seemed pretty drunk. He came over, and tried to hit on me some more, but I didn’t respond, so eventually, he headed off to hit on some other girl.
Once Margas left, I slid around to the back of the girl’s table against the wall. I was trying to find a place where Ryosuke would be able to see me, but Margas or whoever wouldn’t. I maneuvered back and forth, looking for a break in the crowd, trying to find exactly the right angle. It was hard to tell for sure, but when I thought I’d found it, I started to experiment, test the waters. I’d lean forward just a bit, pulling up my dress, till people could probably see my bare butt cheeks. It was so exciting!
It looked like Ryosuke might come over, but he was still talking to that guy. Whenever he looked over this way, I’d try to time it right, and give him a little peek at my bare derriere. I was kind of worried other people would notice first. Satomi nudged me to sit down. I don’t think she’d realized I was naked, but anyway, she’s always razzing me about something or other.
There weren’t any chairs, but I awkwardly climbed up onto this high black leather bar stool, balancing somewhat precariously, as I tried to fix my dress, to keep my pussy from showing. Ryosuke was just over there, but still wasn’t coming over.
I was beginning to feel a bit frustrated. Here I’d gone to all this trouble, taking a terrible chance, wandering around the bar free muff in this too short dress with god knows who all watching. I glanced around. There was this one cute guy sitting at the bar over in Ryosuke’s direction. He was a bit rough around the edges, unshaven with a beat up leather jacket, but he was kind of attractive in an outdoorsy way. I guess I kind of smiled. He saw that I was looking at him, and he seemed surprised, pleased even. He didn’t make eye contact, but he did start smiling too, noticing I’d been checking him out.
I didn’t dare go over, and talk to him, but encouraged at having caught his attention, I began to take more risks. Resting my heels on the rungs of my bar stool, I kind of stood up, and reached out to get some nuts, ‘inadvertently’ pulling my dress up, letting him see my bare bottom. I tried to make this as innocent as possible, not looking directly at him, just glancing over out of the corner of my eye, but in my giddiness, I may have overdone it. I ended up leaning so far forward that I could feel the hem of my dress float up almost to the level of my slender waist. I glanced back at him over my shoulder, and indeed, he looked pretty shocked, amazed to see my cute little behind perched up in the air in all its glory.
I placed one hand on the table to steady myself, but actually, I didn’t know what I should do. It was risky standing here bent over, ass up in the air with so many people around. My admirer didn’t seem to mind though. He looked delighted actually. Ryosuke was still busy. Satomi had turned her attention to Asuna who was jabbering away about some guy. Margas did glance over this way, but I don’t think he could see my tush from this angle. I sat back down, but my heart was still beating away, all aflutter at the horrible chance I’d just taken.
Mr. Nice Guy was rubbing his neck, the sexual tension getting to him, but he kept glancing over at me now evidently anxious to see more. Feeling a bit vulnerable perched up on this stool, I slid down to the floor, and came around to the front side of the table, keeping my back to him, but standing right here where he (and Ryosuke) could see me. I made a big show of pulling the hem of my dress down to cover up my bottom, but I’m sure the guy could guess what I was planning. I’d keep an eye out for when the coast was clear, and then nonchalantly raise my arms, pulling up my dress, giving this guy a peek at my booty. I wasn’t sure how much he could see, but it felt like the hem had gotten pulled up pretty high. He raised his eyebrows, surprised or delighted at my cheek. This was fun and all teasing him, but the person I really wanted to notice was Ryosuke.
Starting to lose patience, I peered around checking all the other girls in their costumes. Yuuki’s shoulders looked gorgeous in her nurse uniform. Yuko’s ample breasts were almost spilling out of her pirate wench costume. Really when you think about it, my costume isn’t all that extreme, is it? All the girls are dressed pretty sexy tonight, and everyone seemed fine with that. Halloween is that kind of night.
With all these thoughts running through my head, I raised my arms again, even higher this time, just kind of enjoying the feeling of the air on my exposed derriere. Someone had just come in, so there was quite the breeze blowing, but I was just kind of focused on the sensations nibbling away at my pleasure zone, getting me all heated up. I peered back at Mr. Nice Guy, and he seemed even more worked up now, really enjoying my show.
Ryosuke did finally clue in. I guess I must have looked quite the sight standing here with my ass stuck out, getting my jollies. Some guy at a table was pointing me out to his friend. Ryosuke, worried, gestured for me to cover up, but at first I just stood there, blinking coyly, pretended like I didn’t know my cute little spankable behind was showing.
“Who me?” I mouthed pointing at my nose. I knew full well they could see my backside, but I was so excited by then. I reached up, stretching my arms even higher. The guys from the front door were coming closer, and Ryosuke was having a fit, but I was kind of enjoying teasing him after all he’d put me through. However, even Mr. Nice Guy was warning me now that these guys who’d just came in were trouble. I waited as long as I dared, and then as these guys approached, I lowered my arms, and covered back up. I fixed my hem as they walked up to our table.
“Hey, Missy. Cute get up! What is this? Some kind of party?” this big guy with a handle bar mustache said to me. I just looked up at him, eyes wide, but Ryosuke finally came over to rescue me.
“Yeah, Halloween,” he told them.
“Wowee! Some fine looking frails here,” he said, obviously meaning me. I smiled gently, but Ryosuke motioned that I should go get back dressed, and cleared a path. I bowed my apologies, and then did as he requested, scooting away to safety. More aware now that my hiney was showing, I tried to push the hem down as best I could as I made my way through the crowd. Lots of guys kind of turned to look. I made it to the washrooms, but someone was in the ladies’ one. Margas wandered over again. He seemed tense, scrunching up his face, evidently trying to figure something out.
“What are you wearing?” he asked point-blank.
“Qipao,” I answered not really explaining. He kept staring at me as if he’d guessed my secret, but the girl finally came out, and I made it inside before anything else happened. In a rush to get out of here, I washed up my nether regions, and pulled on my panties and coat. I apologized to Satomi and Asuna, and then got Ryosuke to take me home. He looked a bit exasperated, but ended up chuckling at my cheek. Glad someone thought it was funny!
Then, that Friday, Ryosuke and I headed up to Los Angeles for Kenta’s Halloween party. Kenta was an old friend of Ryosuke’s who’d already graduated, and moved to L.A. He is kind of high strung, but seems to be doing well for himself. He had been kind to us, letting us stay at his condo. He was best friends with Futoshi, another Oceanview grad, a dancer who used to take us out places. It would be good to see them again. We used to be pretty close.
At first, I thought I’d need a new costume, but Ryosuke told me that he had one for me. He wouldn’t tell me what it was though. I was glad he’d got me one, but truth to tell, I was a bit worried about what it might be. He did have this sly grin on his face, so I knew it must be something kinky.
Kenta took us out for a late lunch, but for some reason, Masayo and Mieko showed up, these two Japanese girls who used to go to Oceanview University with us. They must have moved to L.A. around the same time as Kenta and Futoshi. Ryosuke knew Masayo and Mieko too, and they all started talking about old times, making all these in-jokes which I didn’t understand.
Luckily, after lunch, Masayo and Mieko had other plans, so it was just Ryosuke and I who came back to Kenta’s. In Kenta’s condo, he knocked on one of the neighbor’s doors. This guy named Warren answered, a Chinese American friend of Kenta’s. He invited us in, and Warren’s mom made us some tea. She seemed quite excited to see me for some reason. It seems that even though Warren had landed a good job in a local computer startup, he was terribly shy, and not too many girls came to visit. His mom was hoping I guess that I might be a special friend of his. I felt a bit awkward, but I guess I could see how she might misunderstand. Once we got Warren talking, he turned out to be a pretty nice guy. He knew a lot about movies, and recommended a few good ones that were out.
Around supper time, we headed back to Kenta’s apartment, had supper, and then started getting ready. Kenta dressed up as an F1 race car driver in this bright orange jumpsuit carrying a racing helmet. I had to help Ryosuke put on his costume. He dressed up as Ryoma Sakamoto, one of the heroes of the Meiji Restoration. He brought the clothes with him—hakama (samurai pants), haori (coat) and a sword—but he needed my help to do his hair up in chonmage style (like sumo wrestlers wear). Once we were finished, he stood up, and showed us. He looked good, almost like the real Sakamoto. I thought it was so funny.
“So are you going to tell me what I get to go as?” I asked.
“I was thinking you could go as Eve.”
“What?”
“You know. Like in the bible: Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden.” He opened his bag, and pulled out a bunch of props: an apple, a rubber snake, a fig leaf and a long wig for my head.
“But where’s my costume?” I asked not quite understanding what he was suggesting.
“This is it,” he said, pointing to the props.
“No, but I mean what do I wear for clothes?”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.” He pulled out a bottle that said ‘spirit gum’ on the label.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“For getting the fig leaf to stay on.”
Kenta broke out into a big smile.
“Oh, that’s classic. You have to do it, Emi. You have to.”
“What? What do you mean? You want me to go naked?”
“No, not naked. You use the fig leaf to cover your pubes. And you let the hair on your wig hang down to cover your tits. Here take off your clothes, and I’ll show you.”
This made no sense. Kenta was standing right here for heaven’s sake.
“What about my… um…” I was so embarrassed I could barely finish. “What about my backside?”
“You’ve seen Eve, haven’t you? She just went bare-assed. Here I’ve got a picture.” He pulled one out of his bag. In the picture, she looked decent enough, but that was because it was some 17th century European painting.
“Oh come on guys. You’re not serious. Kenta will get a nosebleed again.”
Kenta has seen me naked a few times, most notably the night we played strip poker. He does tend to get overexcited.
“Don’t mind me,” Kenta said. “I think it’s a great idea. If anyone can pull it off, you can, Emi.”
I didn’t know what to say. Ryosuke kept insisting I try it. I’ve done some crazy things before, but this seemed way over the top. I couldn’t just wander around naked in front of Masayo, Mieko and Kenta’s other friends. Soon, we heard the doorbell ring, and Kenta went out to hand out the treats he had bought.
“What else could I go as? Maybe I could make a toga with Kenta’s sheets.”
“Oh come on, Emi. This is the perfect chance. Everyone here dresses up weird for Halloween. Heck, you were practically naked at Leo’s!”
We hadn’t told Futoshi and Kenta about that, so I motioned for Ryosuke to hush. It was true I had got a bit carried away.
“Here, just try it, and see how it is,” Ryosuke insisted.
This is how he always is I swear. He always says ‘just for a minute’ or ‘try it’ or something, and before I know it, I’m doing the craziest thing.
“Oh come on Ryosuke. Get serious,” I said trying on the wig.
“I am serious.”
“I look like a bad horror movie hostess.”
The doorbell rang again, and it was Futoshi. I took off the wig, and came out to say hi, still in my blue jeans and cream tank top. He was dressed up like an astronaut.
“Where’s your costume?” he asked. I grimaced at Ryosuke, but he just pointed toward the wig.
“I didn’t bring one,” I pouted. Soon Masayo, Mieko and the rest all arrived. They all had great costumes, but I was the only one without. I hung around in the kitchen, mixing drinks, and eventually, went off to Kenta’s room to see if I could whip up a toga. With no bobby pins and no Satomi to help, it was kind of hopeless. Ryosuke brought me in a daiquiri, but it was obviously spiked. I took a sip to make him happy, but he eventually left, and went out to talk with the other girls.
The night wore on, and eventually, people starting heading home. Masayo seemed determined to hang around as long as possible. I guess she doesn’t get to see Ryosuke that often. Once she and Mieko had left, Ryosuke, Kenta and Futoshi came into the kitchen to talk to me.
“So why didn’t you bring a costume?” Futoshi asked.
“She has one. She just won’t wear it,” Ryosuke mugged.
“What is it? Let’s see.”
Ryosuke and Kenta kept urging me on, so eventually, I went into Kenta’s room to find it. Ryosuke wandered in, and closed the door, serious all of a sudden.
“Try it,” he grinned. I picked up the apple, and looked down at that snake. They did look pretty authentic although I guess they were made of rubber or something.
Ryosuke came closer hugging me from behind. I still wasn’t so sure, but I turned toward him letting him kiss me. I wasn’t that drunk, but I was starting to get excited. I gazed out the window at the apartments across the way, nervous. Ryosuke went over, and closed the curtains.
“It’ll be fine,” he insisted. I wasn’t so sure, but to please him, I started unbuttoning my blouse. He smiled, and nodded for me to go ahead. I peeled off my jeans. It was a bit of a thrill stripping here in Kenta’s bedroom. Ryosuke turned down the lights, but I continued to strip, removing my socks, bra and panties. I stood here naked letting him see. I was nervous, but also pretty excited. It was so weird being naked in Kenta’s condo with them all here!
I fumbled around, found the spirit gum, and tried to paste the fig leaf over my pubic hair. My hands were shaking from the excitement. The leaf was big enough, made out of latex or Lycra or something, but it was so slippery it kept falling off every time I tried to stick it on. I gently rubbed the spirit gum just around the edges of my pubic hair, and finally got the leaf more-or-less stuck on. I was starting to get seriously wet ‘down there.’
I pulled on the wig next. The brown hair was unnaturally long, almost down to my waist, but thick enough that I could use it to cover my breasts. I rubbed some spirit gum onto my breasts getting more and more excited. I hung the rubber snake around my shoulders, and picked up the apple. I asked Ryosuke to turn the lights back up, so I could see myself in the mirror. I looked ludicrous of course, my bare bottom completely exposed, but Ryosuke was grinning from ear to ear. He came over, squeezed my tush, and fingered my pussy getting me even more excited.
Ryosuke went to the door, asking if he could open it. I took a few deep breaths, trying to get up my nerve. I was so nervous, but even worse I was getting horny. My breasts had grown larger, rising and falling with my breathing. My hello kitty was tingling like crazy. I finally nodded OK, and Ryosuke opened the door. Futoshi and Kenta came to see.
“Wow. Yowza,” Kenta quipped. “Here, let us see the back.”
I didn’t want to show them.
“Emi really has the sexiest ass,” Ryosuke bragged. I wasn’t so sure, but I finally turned, and showed them my bare behind. I arched my back just to emphasize my curves, sticking my tush out a little, teasing them. Kenta and Futoshi looked so shocked. It was a bit crazy, standing here naked in front of them. I was so excited I was shaking.
“You look gorgeous,” Kenta gushed. “It’s the best costume I’ve ever seen. Let’s go show Warren.”
“What?” I gasped.
“Come on. He’s just down the hall. It’ll blow him away. You heard his mom. He’s never even had a girl up to his place.”
I didn’t think this was such a good idea, but Kenta kept insisting we should. Ryosuke just shrugged, seemingly game.
Reluctantly, I followed Kenta out to the door. Ryosuke and Futoshi were staring at my poor exposed behind. I was more worried about the fig leaf. It felt like it might fall off at any second, so I kept fiddling with it trying to get it to stay.
Kenta held the door open for me. I peered out into the hall checking to see if anyone was out there.
“It’s fine. Come on,” Kenta repeated. I felt so weird roaming the halls naked. My heart was pounding in my chest. Just when I started to think it might be OK, my fig leaf fell off! Kenta stared down at my pussy, as I leaned down to pick up the leaf. Ryosuke was killing himself laughing, but Kenta and Futoshi looked so excited! I finally got the leaf back on, but it was still pretty dicey as to if it would stay.
Kenta knocked on Warren’s door. Warren answered, and took a second to realize I was naked. You should have seen the look on his face. He turned white as a sheet, and bugged his eyes way out.
“What the…?!”
“It was their idea!” I explained, so ashamed. Warren’s mom must have heard us though because soon I heard her coming. I ran off as fast as I could down the hall, losing the fig leaf again. I just left it. I really didn’t want Warren’s mom to see me naked like this!
Kenta’s door was locked though, so I had to wait for him to come open it. Warren came out into the hall, trying to get a better look at me. I just stood here petrified, while all four of them stared at me, everyone so excited.
Kenta licked his lips as he came up. I hit him on the shoulder, but I was so horny by then it wasn’t even funny. Futoshi seemed fascinated with my bush as well. Even when we got back inside, I couldn’t calm down for the life of me.
“Wow, Emi! You’re something else!” Kenta gushed. “I always knew you were a little wild, but I can’t you believe you went out there naked!”
I could hardly believe it myself. My heart was beating away like a trip hammer. I felt like I might burst. Still naked, I climbed up onto one of the high stools at the bar, and tried to get the wig untangled from my hair. Ryosuke came over, and put his hand on my back sending a little jolt of electricity through my body. I was so high I swear.
“Honey, I think you’d better get back dressed,” he whispered. Kenta and Futoshi were standing there, staring at my ass with this hungry look in their eyes, drooling almost. I took the snake off, and motioned for Ryosuke to help me with the wig. The tension in the air was incredible.
Ryosuke patted me on the back, trying to get me to come down off the stool, and cover up. Normally, I would be grateful, but I was so wired by then I didn’t want to just stop. It was kind of fun seeing Kenta and Futoshi all worked up like this over bashful little me.
I did finally come down off the stool, showing them my pussy again, before scooting off to the bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face, only slowly realizing how crazy this all was. What I am doing running around naked? They all turned to look when I came back out, but I apologized, and ducked into Kenta’s bedroom, so I could get dressed.
When I came back out though, Kenta and Futoshi were still staring at me. For some reason, they still have this picture of me as a good girl, even though they’ve seen me do plenty of crazy things before.
Sleeping that night in Kenta’s place was so weird because all three of them were so worked up. They let me sleep in Kenta’s bed, but he kept coming in to get things, hoping to catch me changing I guess. I borrowed some boy-style pajamas from Kenta, and got changed in the bathroom, but to be honest, I was kind of randy too.
The next morning when I awoke, the three of them were still asleep in the living room. The sun was streaming in through the glass balcony doors, but it was still pretty early. I went into the kitchen to pour myself some juice, but soon I heard rustling, and Kenta appeared in the doorway. It was hard to see his face against the bright light.
“That’s quite some stunt you pulled last night,” he guffawed. I shrugged trying to pretend like it was no big deal. He was leering down at my hips. From the looks of it, he’d woken up with a hard on. I grimaced, feeling a bit uncomfortable, but he came closer putting his hands on my hips!
“Can I have another look?” he asked.
“Nooo waaay!” I squealed, hoping to wake Ryosuke. Kenta signaled for me to hush, and then reached out grabbing my p.j. bottoms. I don’t know what had got into him. I guess he was still a bit drunk, and clearly still excited by my antics last night. I had gone a bit overboard, deliberately teasing them all.
We kind of wrestled back and forth. I had trouble taking it seriously, because he was clearly not himself. He somehow managed to get a grip on my p.j. bottoms, and started dragging them down. I swatted him gently on the head, trying to convince him to stop, but not sure how I should handle this.
Almost before I knew it, he had kneeled down in front of me, reached around, and grabbed my bare buttocks, pulling my pussy into his face. I could feel his tongue probing around, trying to get a taste of my juices. I grabbed his head, and tried to push him away, but he held me tight fondling my buttocks, trying to get me excited. Despite myself, my body was starting to react, my pussy in particular, getting wet from the stimulation.
Luckily, soon, I heard sounds of life coming from the living room. Kenta backed up, juice from my love box on his lips. He still had his hands on my rear, and was staring longingly at my pussy. I shook my head though, and grabbed his hands, trying to get him to let go of my bare behind. He finally did, but he made me lift my feet, so he could strip off my p.j. bottoms.
Suddenly, Ryosuke appeared in the door. I turned away, trying to pretend like nothing had happened, but I was obviously naked from the waist down. Kenta had a guilty look on his face, so maybe Ryosuke guessed that he had been harassing me. Ryosuke took the p.j. bottoms from Kenta, and then smacked me on my bare ass, pointing that I should go back to Kenta’s room, and get dressed.
I was very confused by the whole situation, and just stood there for a moment with my back to them, while I sorted through my feelings. Kenta had never tried anything on me before. He’s not even my type really, but I will say the thought of a threesome did cross my mind. Ryosuke was the one who’d pushed me to strip last night, so it is kind of his fault that Kenta got so excited. I guess I played a role too, teasing them even after.
They were both kind of staring at my bare ass, lit up by the sun streaming in from the balcony doors. Kenta was clearly up for more fun and games, but I think Ryosuke was just angry by that point. I turned, and motioned for Ryosuke to give me my p.j. bottoms back, showing them my pussy. Ryosuke brusquely pushed them on me, and then herded me out of the kitchen. Futoshi wasn’t fully awake yet, so he didn’t get to see me bottomless. I ended up going into the bathroom to clean up.
I could hear Ryosuke and Kenta arguing from the other room. I guess I should be angry at Kenta too, but I guess it was partly my fault for teasing him in the first place. If I am Eve in the garden of Eden, maybe Kenta was the serpent trying to tempt me with the forbidden fruit. Did I pass the test?
After I got showered up, and got dressed, I came back out, but neither Ryosuke nor Kenta said anything about what had gone on. Even now, we don’t talk about it. Maybe Kenta has forgotten about it, but I still remember. It was quite the week.
Emi Tsuruta