I was down on campus one day, when I bumped into Mark, the Japanese American boy I know from Oceanview U.'s Japanese Student Union. I don't really know him that well. I've just met him a few times at JSU, but he seemed happy to see me. He's really clean shaven with deep black eyes, and seems mild and kind of trustworthy as guys go.
"Do you remember that Taiko show we did a while back?" he started. "They say we're on to do it again at the next football game." Five of us had done a Taiko (Japanese drum) performance for Orientation the year before.
"Oh yeah. I remember Kazuo saying we might," I chirped. Kazuo was the president of the JSU, our leader. I know him even less than Mark, but he always seems to be smiling as if at some secret joke. He is quite the go-getter, though, always organizing things.
"Are you going to join?" Mark asked.
"Umm, I suppose." I'm not that good at drumming, but people must have enjoyed it if they were asking us back.
"Come on, Emi. It'll be fun!"
"Yeah, yeah, OK," I agreed, still a bit unsure. I didn't mind working with Mark. He seemed like a nice guy and everything, but in order to pull off a full Taiko show, we'd need to practice up again. Later, Kazuo gave me a call, brimming with energy, and invited us all to come in, so we could work out a plan.
We met in the club room in Haldiman Hall. Ayumi and Tetsu were there too. I kind of like Ayumi. She's cute I guess with milky white skin and long hair which she has dyed brown. She has this pluckiness about her, more adult than some of us. Tetsu has spikey hair, a small face, and bugs out his eyes, but he's OK too. I think Kazuo is the only dangerous one, but he was dating Yuriko as far as we knew, so would probably be good. Yuriko wasn't there that day.
Kazuo had found some Taiko songs on TV (Pirates of the Caribbean, Battleship Galactica?), and wanted to see if we could do these for our show. The songs were really cool sounding, but intricate. I didn't know if we could do them. Not only do you have to play the pattern, but you have to stand with your legs far apart, and hold the thick drumsticks up high before you hit, and also lift one foot before you switch to a new part. At first I found it hard to focus on my part with the others playing a different pattern. After we'd practiced a bit, it slowly started to come together. Tetsu can be a bit goofy at times, but he really gets into it with the kakegoe (yelps). When we finally got it going, it did sound good.
After we finished, Kazuo said we could take the drums home to practice more. During the week, we'd meet up at night, and practice as a group.
Anyway, one night after supper, I was at home, rushing around getting ready to head to practice. My drum was a bit big to carry, but my host mom Loretta had offered to give me a ride. I had a shower, pulled on a blue halter with black straps and an orange flared miniskirt, trying to think what else I needed. We had our taikotabi split-toe booties, fundoshi loin clothes and happi jackets from the last show, but we didn't wear them to practice. Drum, drum sticks, sheet music... hmm... As I rushed down the stairs, I suddenly remembered. A pair of undies! I had some in my purse. I'll pull them on in a sec I told myself.
Loretta was still cooking when I came down, but she said her boyfriend Hank could drive me. I looked out, and sure enough there he was, out front in the dark, getting his van ready. I know I'm not supposed to notice these things, but he wears these sleeveless shirts, so it's hard not to stare at his biceps. He's a construction worker or something. I always wonder at how Loretta, mother of two, ended up with a hot younger guy like him. Loretta's a good-looking woman I guess, but even so...
Anyway, no time for daydreaming. We had to get going, or else I'd be late. I picked up the huge drum, and carried it outside and down the driveway to Hank's van. I could feel the breeze on my pussy, but the feeling was kind of nice, refreshing, exhilarating even. I know I shouldn't, but sometimes I walk around commando just near the house.
I lugged the drum around to the back of the van, but when I leaned forward to put it in, a gust of wind caught my skirt, blowing it up all over the place! I was so embarrassed. I could feel the breeze on my bare bottom. Hank was carrying stuff into the garage, so I don't think he saw, but, by the time I'd put the drum down, and fluffed my skirt back down, I noticed another man coming this way down the street! I held the skirt against my buttocks, my heart beating in my chest from the excitement.
It was hard to see in the dark, but he had a red beard, so it had to be Mr. Holden, the father of Carter, a boy who plays street hockey in front of our house. I knew Carter, but I hadn't really talked with his father. When Carter was out playing, sometimes I'd see his dad out on their porch watching. I thought it was nice that he watched over his son.
Mr. Holden seemed to be heading out, on his way to the store perhaps. A bit embarrassed, I ran back up the driveway to get my bag with my panties from the house. When I came back though, he'd stopped, a little ways off, rifling through his pockets looking for something. Had he caught sight of my bare behind when my skirt blew up? Oh dear. Maybe that's why he'd stopped!
I pretended not to see him, but I could definitely feel his eyes on me. I slowly walked back to the van, all giddy, wondering what to do. My outfit was a bit sexy, not so strange if I'd been wearing panties, but the light material of my skirt did cause it to float up out here in the wind.
Not sure what to do, I turned my back to him, opened the side door of the van, and slung my bag into the back seat. As I did though, the wind caught my skirt, making it billow up again. It took me a minute to free my hands, and by then it was too late. Even if he hadn't seen my bare bottom before, he definitely had now. Now what do I do? I probably should have pushed down my skirt, but I didn't want to let on that I knew he was there. I just kind of stood there, bracing myself, as the wind whipped up my skirt all over the place. I felt horribly exposed, but what could I do?
Curious, I climbed into the van, and kneeled down on the seat peeking back to see what he was doing. Sure enough, he was right there staring at my behind! He looked kind of breathless, sticking out his tongue, and grinning, maybe delighted to find me here undressed like this. With me on all fours, he could probably see my pussy even. Oh no! Now what have I done? I should have pulled my panties on before coming out here.
All confused now, I climbed back out of the car, and straightened up. The wind died down a little bit, but it continued to toy with my skirt. I needed to do something, but I was so excited I couldn't think straight. I scampered back toward the house, but Hank was back here somewhere. I didn't want to start him up, so I ended up coming back to the van. I shouldn't just stand here though flashing Mr. Holden. Hurry up, Hank! We have to go.
The wind picked up again. Eventually, I couldn't take the embarrassment anymore. I let out a little squeal,
"Kya!" I immediately covered my mouth, but Hank must have heard me. He stuck his head around the corner of the van, so I had to push my skirt back down before he saw me too.
"Don't worry. Almost done," Hank smiled. Hank peered down at my skirt, but maybe he didn't get a good look. Phew! That was close!
Mr. Holden, on the other hand, had such a goofy look on his face. I guess he didn't know quite what to make of my show, but seemed thankful anyway. My boyfriend Ryosuke says I have the 'cutest ass,' and it seemed like Mr. Holden liked it too. I felt like such a bad girl for flashing him thought. It was kind of funny seeing his reaction. I was getting all excited despite myself.
I climbed into the back seat, getting up on all fours, looking for my smartphone. I knew that Mr. Holden could see my pussy, but I kind of wanted to see what he would do. He seemed a bit worried. About me catching him? Or our neighbors? I'm probably the one who would get in trouble here. I'd better settle down before I do something really silly.
Eventually, Hank called out that he was ready to go. He came out, so I turned, and sat down covering up at last. The vinyl seat felt so weird on my bare butt cheeks. It was too bad we had to leave though. I was kind of having fun, teasing poor Mr. Holden. I watched him, as Hank pulled out, and we drove away. He seemed sad to see me go too.
Once we were on the way, I did finally pull on my panties. I don't think Hank saw me change. He didn't say anything about it anyway.
Our drum practice was a bit of a blur though. I was too worked up to focus. Mark and them were nice to me and everything, but my mind was on other things. Loretta herself came to pick me up after. I guess Hank must have gone home. Too bad.
Eventually, the day of our big Taiko show rolled around. I packed my white taikotabi, white fundoshi and red and black happi this time. Loretta gave me a ride. Kazuo and Mark met us out back behind the stadium to help carry my drum. They were all excited babbling away about our big show. We'd practiced hard, and were more or less ready. Loretta wished me luck, and headed home.
Kazuo gave me a wrist band to prove I was with the show. He had this wistful smile on his face, but didn't really say anything. I was pretty pumped too. This was our chance to shine, to show everyone what we could do. I was a bit in awe. I'd never been inside the football stadium before. They'd rebuilt the whole complex recently, so it was shiny new.
Behind the stadium itself, there was a two-storey sports pavilion with offices and training rooms. It was all glass on the stadium side, so you got a panoramic view of the whole football field from inside. We could see hundreds of people in the stands, clapping and cheering, and these big football players playing on the field. You could feel the electricity in the air. This was it—the big game!
"Wow! That's a lot of people!" I exclaimed, a bit intimidated.
"It'll be fine," Kazuo assured me with his trademark charm. "I think we've got it down now. You'd better hurry, and get changed. It won't be long before we're up."
