I think this all happened in the autumn of my freshman year at Oceanview U. in California. I was living in a home stay with an American family, Loretta and her two kids, while my best friend, another Japanese woman named Satomi, was living on campus in a dormitory. Satomi was not really a party person, but maybe she just hadn't gotten into it yet. She's a real cutie with exotic eyes, sultry lips, a tiny nose, a milky complexion, the brown highlights in her dyed hair shining, but even so, she hadn't had much luck finding a boyfriend since coming to Oceanview a year or two before. Guys would hit on her, hit on us both, but I guess she was looking for a certain type of guy, a guy with a pure heart. I had a boyfriend of sorts, Ryosuke. Maybe his heart isn't so pure, but he's nice enough most of the time.
That year, whenever I was free, I'd drop by at Satomi's dorm, and get her to come out, and do stuff. Her dorm was co-ed. There were an awful lot of interesting guys there.
One guy was Josh. He was a year or two above us, Anglo-American I guess, with sandy brown hair and a healthy surfer-like glow. The three of us were eating in the dining hall one day, and got to talking. I don't think he was hitting on us (Maybe he was. Who knows?), but he did mention that there was a toga party that night.
"A toga? That's like a pareo, is it?" I asked, trying to recall if I had anything like that at home.
"It's Roman, like a long white gown," he explained. "You can buy toga costumes, but most of us will be making our own."
"How do you make one?"
"The dorm has sheets..."
"But how do you get it to stay up?" I persisted. Josh just laughed, and joked,
"Will power" and "Saliva."
Satomi looked doubtful, but I thought it sounded like fun. I like dressing up, and the whole dorm would likely be there. This was our chance to get to know people.
After supper, Satomi and I went back to her room. Satomi did have a few fresh sheets. I tried to look up how to make a toga. For Satomi's, we used one sheet to make a wrap-around skirt, and another sheet to make a sort of tube top, fastening them with safety pins. She wanted to wear a bra, but the straps would show, so I finally talked her into going without. We tied her hair back, and added some flowers. She looked good, like a Greek goddess (Well, maybe not exactly, but you get the idea).
For my toga, we only had one sheet left. I took off my jeans and t-shirt. You could see my bra too, so I ended up taking that off. I hung the sheet over one shoulder, and pulled it together at the other side, but we were out of safety pins, so I had to use a bobby pin instead. Satomi looked doubtful. My left shoulder was completely bare, and you could see a bit of the slope of my breast, but it was more decent than I thought it would be. I had on white lace bikini panties that day, so it wouldn't be so bad even if people got a peek through the gap at the side. Satomi helped me tie my hair back. I wore my small purse, and borrowed a pair of Satomi's sandals.
When we were finally ready, we went out into the hall. I felt so nervous. I could feel the air on my bare skin, reminding me of how naked I was. It was so weird wandering the halls of her dorm with so little on.
The main party was in the auditorium in the basement. We went down, got some punch, and looked around. A fair number of people were dancing. I didn't really know anyone besides Satomi and Josh, but two guys came over, and asked us to dance. Satomi was reluctant. We both had to be careful to keep our togas straight, but I convinced her to give it a try.
I wasn't really sure how western people dance at that point. I mean I'd see videos of Beyonce, and I know some of the Japanese dance steps (party monster?), but these guys just kind of held out their arms, and moved this way and that.
My partner leaned over, and suggested the two of us go for a walk. I was kind of surprised. I didn't even know the guy, and I also felt guilty because I hadn't invited Ryosuke to come. I excused myself, and went out into the hallway. Satomi saw, and came after me. We just kind of left those two guys standing there, but anyway, I was too new to all of this to know what you are supposed to do. I went all the way around the corner, and then, called Ryosuke on my smartphone.
He was out with his friend Futoshi and them playing pool. I kind of wanted him to come, so I told him about our togas.
"Are you wearing any underwear?" he asked, curious. Satomi was right there, so I went further down the hall, so she wouldn't hear. I told him,
"I have on my panties, but I took off my bra."
"Nice. Sounds delish!"
My face was getting hot.
"Emi, take off your panties too," Ryosuke insisted.
"What?"
"The toga is covering everything, isn't it?"
"Yes, but..."
"Promise me you'll do it."
I grimaced, nervous. I mean it's all well and good to fool around together, but he wasn't even here!
"Ryosuke, I don't think..."
"Oh, say you'll do it."
Reluctantly, I ducked into the ping pong room, and slid my hand under the toga, checking my panties. I will admit I was kind of excited by that point, from wandering around in this flimsy sheet in front of all these hunky college guys.
