At the beginning of term in Oceanview U., California, my best friend Satomi told me she was planning to take an anthropology course. I went to the first few classes with her to see what it was like. It was kind of interesting. In one class, the prof talked about how anthropologists tell the difference between people from different parts of the world, using traits like skin color or body shape.
After class, I invited Satomi to come swimming with me at the fitness center. I could tell something was bothering her. After we swam, and came back to the locker room, Satomi was looking around at the other girls.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"We look so different."
"What do you mean?"
"From them," she lamented nodding toward these two tall blonde girls.
"Of course we look different. It doesn't matter, does it?"
"American girls are so tall and curvy. Japanese are so frumpy, so blah."
This was nonsense. Satomi doesn't look blah, nor do I. Satomi is actually quite cute with a small round face, big black eyes, and lustrous pink lips. Her body is plenty 'curvy' too (though somewhat compact). I think a lot of guys like her. For one, that dreamy Goth guy Adam seemed interested in her, although I don't think she believed it.
"Oh come on, Satomi. You're being silly. You're every bit as beautiful as those girls..."
"No, it's like the prof said. Each part of the world has its own body shape. California girls are blonde with long legs and big breasts, and Japanese are so..."
"Satomi!"
I kind of knew why she was going on like this. Her current flame Hiro was leaving soon to go home to Japan. His visa was expiring, but she seemed to be blaming herself.
"I mean look at our hips," she went on. "Japanese bottoms are so saggy. Even Chinese or Koreans have better bottoms than us."
"Satomi!" I squealed, horrified that she would say this. I don't know. I feel good about my sexiness, my body, and my bottom in particular. Guys do seem to like the way I look. My boyfriend Ryosuke says I have the 'most scrumptious ass.' Out on the street, sometimes, I get guys whistling at me, or hitting on me, or whatever.
Maybe realizing I was upset, Satomi settled down. What she said did get me thinking. What does Satomi mean 'sag?' My butt cheeks do curve out below my slender waist, but that's just the way women are built—the hourglass figure. I felt my own butt cheeks, checking myself in the mirror, pulling them apart, but some women wandered in, so I stopped.
On the bus ride home, I found myself mulling this over. Could it be true? Ryosuke does kind of eye the beach bunnies. Do they really have something I don't?
I probably would have forgotten about the whole thing if not for what happened in my next tutorial. It wasn't supposed to 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, good-looking I guess, but not the nicest. As I came in, I overheard them talking about this one blonde girl who was in our class.
"Did you see Candy in her tight little miniskirt today? She's so hot!"
"Yeah, jeez. You should tap that."
Brad and Luke are always like this. I cleared my throat. They finally noticed me, and stopped talking. I went in, and sat on the far side of the room. Brad leaned over, whispering to Luke something about me it seemed, and they both laughed.
"What are you laughing about?" I asked, irritated.
"What? Nothing!"
"I know what it is. I heard you. You were all on about Candy, weren't you?"
They eyed each other, but didn't answer.
"I don't know why you guys are so hung up on blondes. What's wrong with Japanese girls?" I asked.
"Sorry, Emi," Luke apologized. "We didn't think anyone was listening."
"No, seriously. I want to know what you think, your honest opinion. You prefer blondes, do you?"
They both kind of eyed me edgily.
"Is it their bodies?" I persisted.
Brad shrugged.
"What about Japanese girls? Don't we have nice bodies too?" I was dressed pretty plainly that day—in torn blue jeans and a white t-shirt. I sat up straight pulling back my shoulders trying to show off my breasts. They looked me over, but didn't seem convinced.
"No, you look fine. It's just that...," Luke stammered. Before he could finish, our classmates arrived, and we had to stop. I sat through the whole class brooding. Even when it was over, Brad and Luke hightailed it out of there before I could get to them. I was so annoyed. They seemed to have some kind of opinion, but they wouldn't tell me.
It was kind of late when I got home. Brandon, my host mom's 19 year old son, was sitting in the living room watching TV. Brandon can be a nuisance at times, but deep down I think he's a good kid. I sometimes wonder if he has a thing for me, but he tries to act not. It's kind of funny actually.
"Where are 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 all was quiet. They must have gone to bed. I had a quick shower, changed into a clean white t-shirt and grey workout pants, and came back downstairs. Brandon was sitting on the sofa, so I lay face down on the rug. Maybe it was just the dim light, but he looked handsome for once. He'd got his hair cut or something, and looked kind of nice.
"What are you watching?" I asked.
"I don't know. Some car chase show."
"Can I change the channel?"
"Um... yeah, I guess."
I got up on all fours, crawled over to the remote, and scrolled through the channels. I finally found a program I liked, and turned to see if Brandon was game. He was staring straight at my rear. As soon as our eyes met, he looked away, trying to pretend like he hadn't been staring. These pants do hang pretty low I guess, so maybe he saw the crack of my bottom. I pulled them up, but when I crawled back, they just fell back down again.
"How was your day?" he asked peering down at me, all curious now.
"Fine. I went to anthropology with Satomi. Now she's all on about body shapes."
"What? Why?"
"She says Japanese have saggy bottoms," I shrugged.
"Ah," he said, nodding.
"What? You think so too?" I balked, offended.
"I don't know. I've never seen one."
"You've seen me naked!" I protested, upset that he didn't remember. He'd caught me coming out of the shower naked once (and in other places too (o^_^o) ).
"Not recently!"
I lay there, mulling this over. There was this tension in the air now. It sounded like he wanted me to show him. Of course, I knew this was playing with fire, but he'd got my interest piqued. I wanted to know what people thought, and this was a chance to ask.
"If I show you, will you tell me if it's saggy or not?" I whispered. Brandon's eyes widened, evidently shocked that I would suggest this.
"K," he breathed, his voice all hoarse from the excitement. I felt a bit guilty. I knew I shouldn't tease him, but I was a bit off-balance after my run-in with Brad and Luke.
I got up on my knees, and looked back at Brandon. He'd sat up ramrod straight, blinking, absolutely electrified at the thought of seeing me naked. Young boys!
Ever so slowly, I pushed down the waistband of my sweatpants, showing him more and more of my bottom. I gave him a little smile, trying to reassure him that this wasn't so weird. Unfortunately, once I pushed them down past my crotch, my hello kitty sprung to life, tingling away like crazy. I started to space out, pushing my waistband all the way down to my thighs, giving him a good look at my quivering buttocks.
"Well?" I asked, a bit breathless myself.
"Jeez, Emi. I uh..." He was so stunned he could hardly speak. I clenched my pelvis, fighting off the first flickers of an orgasm. I don't know why I was getting so excited. It's not like he's my boyfriend or anything. I just found it weird, kind of kinky exposing myself to him like this.
Just then, we heard a noise from upstairs. It was probably Loretta, Brandon's mom. I grabbed my pants, and pulled them back up. I certainly didn't want Loretta to catch me here seducing her poor son. I couldn't tell if Brandon had a hard-on, but his face had gone white.
"Anyway, I'll take that as a vote in favor of Japanese rears," I teased, getting up. I decided to retreat, so I bid him good night, and scampered up to my room. I don't know why I did that, but it was kind of funny, seeing his reaction. It's nice that he at least finds me attractive.