Hi there. It's me, Emi, again. I was up in my room, going through my old diaries, when I realized I haven't told you about the time my boyfriend Ryosuke took me to play squash. This was in Oceanview when he and I were first starting to get serious. I was such a basket case in those days. I really wanted things to go well, but I didn't know what to do, how to act, so sometimes I would get my wires crossed, and do silly things. I'd like to think I've grown up since then, but that was still pretty early in our relationship.
That was a weird time really. Ryosuke and I had just started fooling around, and he wanted me to do all these crazy things. I liked him and all, but I was so worried that my friends or classmates would find out. I was so careful, dressing conservatively at school, keeping on my best behavior so that no one would suspect. As time went by, I began to understand him better, but back then, this was all kind of scary and new.
Anyway, I guess it was a Sunday. I was sitting, watching TV with Brandon and Jennifer, twins who lived in my home stay. It was raining out, and I didn't really feel like studying. My mom had sent me a care package from Japan, so I made some Japanese Ramen (noodles) for my host family for lunch. They liked it well enough. After lunch, we were just kind of chilling, wishing the rain would stop.
Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Ryosuke. We got to talking about going for a swim at the fitness center on campus. He knew I like swimming, but I'd never gone swimming with him at that point. I was bit nervous, worried about how I look.
As soon as I got off the phone, I ran upstairs, and put on my swimsuit. It's just a simple navy one piece, left over from when I was on the swim team in Japan. What should I wear over it? I didn't want to wear anything too fancy to the fitness center, so I dug out this comfy red hoodie I have and a matching skirt, and pulled them on over my swimsuit. All excited about our date, I stuffed a towel and shampoo into my bag, ran down the stairs, and headed out.
Because it was raining, I grabbed an umbrella, and waited for the bus. When I finally got to the fitness center, Ryosuke was already there. He didn't smile, trying to act cool, but behind his sunglasses, I could tell he was looking straight at me, checking me out. I brushed my hair back, peering up at him, a bit self-conscious under his gaze.
He was dressed fairly casual in a grey sweatshirt, the sleeves too long and khaki pants. His hair looked great, his frosted tips neatly gelled. He's been trying to grow in a beard, but it was still pretty sparse. There were two squash rackets sticking out of his bag.
"I thought you said we were going swimming."
"Oh yeah, just before I left, one of my friends called saying that he had reserved a squash court for 3 o'clock, but couldn't go, so I thought you might want to try."
I'd never played squash in my life. I'd played tennis and ping pong a little, but I'd never even seen a squash court. I just kind of looked at him, so finally he said,
"OK, I'll tell you what. First we can go swimming, and then play some squash. How does that sound?"
"Um, yeah, OK."
I was glad we could swim. I am a pretty good swimmer, and I kind of wanted to show him what I could do. We went to our separate change rooms. There weren't many women in the locker room. I stripped off my clothes, and had a quick shower. I came back out to mirrors to check how I look before getting dressed.
I guess Ryosuke has seen me naked a lot, so I shouldn't worry, but I'm still a bit self-conscious about my body. My skin was kind of orangey, just a hint of a tan from going to the beach. My pubic hair is quite black by contrast, and looked a bit obscene dripping wet from my shower. My breasts aren't huge, just medium size, but Ryosuke seems to like the pink of my nipples. The black hair on my head was quite long, but I'd been playing with different hairstyles, braiding it and then crisscrossing the braids into an updo kind of like a Russian flower maiden. It looks kind of cute I think.
Eventually, I pulled on my navy one piece racing swimsuit I'd brought from Japan. I went out onto the pool deck. Ryosuke has more of a tan than I do, his skin almost brown and glowing, but he's practically hairless for a guy. He does have nice muscle tone. He gave me this funny look when he saw my swimsuit. I guess it's not as flashy as the colorful bikinis the girls here wear, but this is what we all wore back home.
Anyway, we dove into the pool, and swam around for a while. Ryosuke was trying to impress me by swimming fast, but I don't think he swims that often. It was nice of him to come join me though.
Just before 3, Ryosuke motioned that we should go get ready for squash. Somewhat reluctantly, I got out, and went into the change room. I took off my swimsuit, had a shower, and then toweled off. I felt refreshed after my swim. I walked naked from the shower to the change room. I was like the only one there who was roaming around naked. In Japan, all women do this, but I guess not here as much.
Pulling my bag out of the locker, I rifled through it looking for my underwear. Only slowly did it dawn on me that I hadn't brought any. I hadn't even thought of it when I left the house. Now what am I going to do?
I thought about putting my bathing suit back on, but it was all wet and clammy. Still naked, I walked over to the sinks, and wrung it out, but it was still soaking wet. I can't wear this! I went back to my locker, and puzzled over what to do.
Some of the American girls were kind of peering over at me, wondering what I was doing. I reluctantly took out my red hoodie and skirt, and pulled them on. The fluffy material felt kind of ticklish on my bare skin. I straightened my clothes, and tried not to smile as I walked to where the mirrors were.
I looked normal enough I guess, but I could definitely feel the air between my legs, 'down there.' The hoodie was kind of big and bulky, so you couldn't tell that I was braless, but the problem was more the skirt. It is not as short as some of my skirts, but it isn't long either. I twirled around to look at the back. Maybe it'll be OK if I don't jump around too much. I nervously tugged at the hem. At least, the material was fairly thick, so it wouldn't billow up in the wind or anything.
I went back to the locker, and looked at my swimsuit again. It was still wet, so I hung it up, and shut the locker. I went over to the entrance, took a deep breath, and stepped outside.
The minute I went out, I could feel the breeze all over my body. The skirt seemed long enough, but as soon as I took a step, I could feel the air tickling me between my legs.
I finally noticed Ryosuke, standing over by the front desk. I walked over, puckering my lips up, hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous I was. My face felt hot.
"Sorry, I was just... um figuring out what to wear. I left my swimsuit in there," I told him, immediately kicking myself for telling him. Ryosuke hesitated when he heard this, already wondering what I had on underneath. I guess the people around us couldn't tell I was commando, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. My face must have been bright red by then.
"C'mon. Let's go. It's almost three," Ryosuke noted.
We walked down to where the courts were, but the pair before us were still finishing up their game.
"C'mon. If we go upstairs, we can watch them play," Ryosuke suggested. He took me over to a narrow stairwell, and held the door for me. Not wanting him to see up my skirt, I motioned for him to go first. He went ahead, and I followed, but now I was worried someone else might come in behind. This is crazy. I needed to get some undies, but I don't think they sell them in the tuck shop. The nearest clothing store I could think of was all the way across campus. I stopped, but Ryosuke kept going, so I had to follow.
"Hey! Wait up!"
When we got to the top, there was a gallery looking out over the courts. Ryosuke went over, and looked down at them playing. I worried that the people below would be able to see up my skirt, so I stood a few steps back from the railing.
"C'mon. Take a look. It's a bit like tennis," Ryosuke smiled. Slowly, I edged towards the railing. I could see the small ball bouncing off the wall, but I couldn't see the players at first. The viewing platform was on an overhang, so you had to really lean forward to see them. Ryosuke held me steady, as I leaned out. I brushed down my skirt worried that they might see. Thankfully, the two of them seemed to be concentrating on their game. Gradually, I eased up, letting the skirt hang freely. I swear I felt so exposed, but luckily, the players were too busy to notice.
Soon enough, they finished playing. Ryosuke led me back down the stairs. I held my skirt down, but when he reached the corner, he turned, and looked up at me. I was so surprised that I slipped, and fell back on to the stairs.
"Ouch," I cried out, landing on my backside.
"Are you OK?" Ryosuke asked. I spread my legs when I fell, but as soon as I realized, I closed them, hoping he hadn't seen my pussy.
"Uh yeah," I said standing up. He helped me brush off my skirt. He kept swatting my bottom. It soon became apparent that he was checking, feeling through the material for my non-existent underwear. I let out a little yelp, surprised by his forwardness. I was so nervous I was shaking.
Ryosuke finally reached down, and lifted up the front of my skirt, peering down at my bush. It looked so indecent, the strands of black hair sticking together, so out of place in the halls of this busy center.
"For god's sake, Emi, where are your panties?"
"I forgot them at home," I cried. He looked so shocked. Usually, whenever we do anything crazy, he's the one who initiates it. I guess he didn't think I would do something like this. It's not like I planned it.
Suddenly, he reached down to touch me, but I broke away, and backed up the stairs, straightening my skirt. I could hear people's voices in the corridor and the sound of the squash balls bouncing on walls.
