By Emi Tsuruta
In general, I am a pretty careful person. I look both ways before I cross the street. I check the weather before I go out, and bring an umbrella if the forecast is for rain. I carry mints, wetnaps and lipgloss in my purse, so I can freshen up. I also have a little mirror, bobby pins and a little sewing kit. I try to avoid sticky situations or bring along friends to back me up if I need rescuing. Which is why it is so strange that I've turned out the way I have, doing dangerous things, getting naked or whatever and sneaking around in public.
I mean I do try to be careful there too. Some of the time it's just me out in a quiet place with no one around, surrounded by trees, or on some remote trail to nowhere. When my boyfriend Ryosuke is there, he scouts around too, makes sure no one is coming, and signals me if there is. It is a bit different with my friends Satomi or Asuna, because they aren't 100% on board with me doing risky things, but even so, they do keep an eye out, and warn me if trouble is on its way.
Even so, despite all these precautions, all these friends helping me out, sometimes things happen. I'll admit it is pretty awkward getting caught. When people see me naked, they often looked spooked almost like they've seen a ghost or something. I try to take advantage of their confusion to scoot away to a safer place, somewhere where I can quickly get back dressed before anyone calls the police or whatever. I have been pretty lucky. Even the times I have gotten caught, people don't always react so swiftly, or they blink disbelieving their eyes. I manage to get away, or make out like it was an innocent mistake. This time though was a bit different. I got caught on camera without even realizing it, and... well, I'll tell you about it, and you'll see what I mean.
The day started out normal enough. I showered, dried off, and fixed my hair in the mirror. It was fall, so school had started again, but I still felt a bit excited from all the things Ryosuke and I had been doing together. I'd been outdoors a lot, swimming and stuff, but I didn't have much of a tan. I looked cute though, big black eyes, button nose, soft kissable pink lips. I just left my hair long hanging down at the sides round my face. I fingered my nipples and breasts, just kind of exploring, enjoying the feeling. I'd trimmed my black pubic hair, so you could kind of see my pussy lips peeking out from underneath. I am pretty happy with how I look these days, all those long hours at the pool swimming to keep in shape.
This was a school day though. I pulled on some undies, a pair of beige shorts, a cream crop top and sandals, and took the bus to campus. I ran up the steps of the Smith Building, found our lecture hall, and went in. Most of the other students were already there. The prof looked like he was about to start. Satomi had saved me a seat, so I climbed up the stairs, and sat next to her. She looked cute as always, eyes wide, hair dyed brown, overalls. She scrunched up her lips, kind of tut-tutting me for cutting things so close, but I was here now. No biggie.
Anyway, I got out my stuff, and got ready to take notes. A couple of rows down, there were a couple of tan blonde American guys. They had turned around, and were looking at me. They were tall, surfer types, but I didn't know them. I looked down at my outfit wondering if something was showing, but it turned out that it wasn't my clothes that had caught their attention.
"Hey, isn't that the girl from the video?" I thought I heard one guy whisper. Video? What video? Like a music video or something? I'm not in any videos. I wondered if they were talking about some other girl. Then, the other guy said something like,
"I don't know. If it is, she sure looks different with her clothes on."
Eep! I did my best to keep a straight face, but to tell you the truth, a chill ran up my spine. Oh no! My first thought was that maybe they were talking about a video Ryosuke took of me a year or two before, fooling around half naked at my house. Apparently, Kiyomi's boyfriend Eden saw it, but how would these guys get it? It must be some other video, but if so, what video? Who filmed it? Where? When? Who all knows about this? I'd kind of been worried about getting caught on camera, and now it seems like I had. This can't be good.
The prof noticed the two guys looking back at me, and cleared his throat to get them to face front. They turned back around, but I just sat there wracking my brain trying to figure out what 'video' they could be talking about. After class, I gave Ryosuke a call.
"Ryosuke! You've got to help me! Something horrible has happened!"
"Hey. Hey," he soothed. "Take it easy. What was it? What happened?"
"I think someone got a video of me. What did you do with that video you made at my house?"
"What? Oh that. It's locked up safe and sound. All our videos are. You don't have to worry about that. You know I'm careful."
He's probably right. I do trust him. He does kind of tease me sometimes, but I think deep down he doesn't want other guys filming me or whatever. He does get kind of jealous if he thinks guys are trying to sneak a picture of me.
We talked about some other possibilities, but actually, he didn't have any more idea of where this video came from than I did.
"Anyway, don't worry. I'll look into it, and get back to you."
I felt a bit better. Ryosuke is pretty good about getting to the bottom of things.
My next problem was these two boys. On campus, I started dressing more conservatively, wearing long sleeves, sunglasses and hats trying to hide what I look like.
A few days later, Ryosuke showed up just as I was about to go into that class. He was wearing a deerstalker cap, trying to make out like he was some kind of detective. I pointed out these two guys, and he took a picture of them.
"What are you going to do?" I whispered.
"I'm just going to ask around. Miguel might know something."
"Miguel? Oh don't tell your friends. I don't want everyone knowing about this."
"No, don't worry. It's cool. It's just that Miguel works in the campus media center. Whoever videoed you might have borrowed a camcorder or something, don't you think?"
"If you tell him about the video, he might see me naked..."
"Don't you want to find the video?"
I guess he is right, but jeez, I don't know how I feel about Miguel being in on this. I didn't really know him. I think he's Mexican or something, an exchange student like us. We don't even know what kind of video those guys were talking about. This could get pretty embarrassing.
Ryosuke gave me a kiss, and headed out. In class, the two surfer guys were still kind of eyeing me from a distance. I just played it cool, ignored them, and sat down next to Satomi. She had noticed Ryosuke, and raised her eyebrows, questioning why he was here, but I told her I'd explain later.
Ryosuke called me that night. The surfer guys' names were Roger and Ryan. There were studying social science, but were apparently not regulars at the media center. Maybe the cameraman was someone else.
"Miguel is still looking."
"What do you mean? What did you tell him?"
"I told you. Miguel's cool. He'll keep this under his hat. It's just he knows more about these kinds of things."
The way Ryosuke tells it, Miguel is some kind of expert on action cameras, little ones that people use to take videos on the sly. I only vaguely knew about such things at the time, but apparently, lots of guys sneak videos of girls, and upload them to the internet. The question was did someone get a video of me.
A week or two later, Ryosuke said Miguel had found some videos he thought might be me.
"What kind of videos?" I asked.
"Oh I don't know. All kinds of stuff. Voyeur shots from showers, locker rooms, girls' bedrooms."
All this talk was getting me more and more worried. I mean I knew some guys try to sneak shots of girls on the beach or wherever. When my family went to Dogashima, some guy on a balcony was taking pictures of my sister Norika running around in a short t-shirt one time. He probably got shots of her bare bottom and cooch. I took a look around on the internet after that, but I never found any pictures of her. I had kind of assumed he'd kept the pictures to himself. Thinking about it now, I've done plenty of things where I could get caught naked. Like I said, I try to be careful, but someone could have snuck up on me without me realizing.
"Do you want to go take a look at these videos, so you can check?"
I felt weird, but I guess it is better to act quickly, nip this in the bud before news spreads. After class, Ryosuke took me to Miguel's rooming house. It was near campus, just a big house, with a lot of different people living in separate rooms. His room was decorated normal. Miguel himself looks Mayan more than Spanish, but I guess he is fairly cute. He does have a Spanish accent, but I was used to it from Ricardo and Jorge, two guys who lived in Satomi's dorm one summer.
"Um. Hi Miguel. Nice to meet you," I blushed, a bit embarrassed. "Thanks for doing this."
"Yeah, show her what you found," Ryosuke nodded, all eager.
On his computer, Miguel called up a screen showing thumbnails of all these different clips.
"Are any of these you?" he asked. He scrolled through. One of them did look familiar. It was me in my poncho standing in line at this hot dog stand on the beach. Darn it! The memories all came flooding back.
It was fairly early in the summer. I'd been exercising all winter t o stay in shape, so I'd look good in my bikini. This was like one of the first days we got to go down, go to the beach, and show off. I was kind of proud of my body. Satomi and Asuna came with. We were all kind of excited that day, happy to get out, and do stuff now that the weather was warmer.
"What?" Miguel asked. "Do you see one with you in it?"
"Uh... I don't know," I hedged, not wanting to let on. I dug my smartphone out of my bag. "Could you put those clips on this? I'll doublecheck later."