Japan’s Girls Gymnastics Team Pt 2

The next night, after work, I called up to the girl’s room.

“Hi- is this Yukiko?- This is Gordie. I was wondering, if you girls aren’t doing anything, if you’d like to go out tonight.”

“It’s him! He wants to come up!” I heard Yukiko excitedly whisper to her roommates. “Yes! We would like to see you very much. Would you like to come up now?”

“Listen, why don’t we go out to dinner first? Maybe walk around town for a while.”

“That sounds very nice. We would enjoy that very much.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up in half an hour, OK?” The girls, like typical teenagers, were eager for sex, but being in my twenties I had learned the value of taking my time with things and knew that spending a night in town with the girls, knowing what I was going to be doing to them later, would make the experience that much more memorable.

When I walked into the lobby of their dormatory I saw the girls sitting on some couches that were around a television in the corner. When they saw me they jumped up and excitedly scampered over to me, Yukiko, her hair long in back and with bangs in front was wearing a denim shirt and loose fitting jeans with a black belt, Kaori, her shoulder length hair parted in the center, wore tighter fitting black jeans and a red and black sweater, and Misa, with short hair parted on the side was wearing a blue plaid skirt, a dark blue sweater over a white blouse and penny loafers. I had forgotten what tiny girls they were; all well under five feet, with little Misa not much over four feet.

“You all look really pretty,” I said. They all smiled bashfully. On the subway trip into town the girls asked me where I would like to eat. Being American, they thought I wanted to go to Burger King or KFC or something like that, but I said I would like to go to someplace with authentic Japanese food, so after some discussion and argument the girls settled on a noodle house not far from a subway stop.

It was a crowded, noisy, smoky place, inexpensive and full of college students and delivery people. The four of us sat around a small table and the girls reccomended to me what was good there and after we had ordered, the girls told me what it was like living at the training center.

“We don’t have to attend high school, we have private tudors who work with us between training sessions,” Said Kaori,leaning in over the din of the other patrons, “It gives us a lot of time to work on our gymnastics, but since they keep all the female athletes separate from the male athletes, we never get a chance to meet boys.”

“That is all she ever talks about,” Laughed Yukiko. After we had finished our noodles I went over to the bar to get another beer for me and sodas for the girls. When I got back the girls were in deep discussion about their floor exercises so I sat back and looked around the room.

“Excuse me…… You are American?” I heard someone say in a timid voice behind me. I turned around to see two college age girls sitting together, looking at me expectantly.

“Yes, I am, from California.” They got quite excited about this, telling me how they dreamed of visiting the States and asked me about Hollywood and San Francisco and Death Valley, and other places around the country. I was describing where I lived and the parts of the country I had visited when I felt a tug on my sleeve.

It was Yukiko. “We would like to go now,” She said, eyeing the college girls I had been talking to suspiciously. The girls were evidently getting a little jealous seeing me talking to these older girls. As we got up to go the college girls asked me if I’d like to join them at a party at their school later in the evening, but I said sorry, no, the girls I was with were my dates for the evening. This seemed to please Kaori, Yukiko, and Misa quite a bit, and they gave smug looks to the older girls as we left.

We wandered around town for a while, looking around in record stores and bookstores, then we stepped into a pachinko parlor and the girls showed me how to play, and then we went to a club where a Japanese band was doing a pretty good impersonation of Nirvana. After their set another band took the stage, playing a pretty awful mixture of 60’s psychedelic and 70’s heavy metal. After their first song we all looked at each other, laughed, and headed for the door.

“So, what would you girls like to do now?” I asked.

“Whatever you would like to do,” Answered Misa, smiling politely.

“My apartment isn’t far from here. Would you like to go over, maybe listen to some CDs?”

“Yes! Very much!” They all answered excitedly, with eager smiles on their faces. It was about a fifteen minute walk over there, with a stop along the way at a bakery for some pastries. Once inside my room, a tiny little studio apartment, I flicked on the radio and we took off our jackets and sweaters. After a moment of giggling silence, Kaori spoke up.

“What would you like us to do?” She asked obediently.

“Would you like us to take our clothes off now?” Asked Misa. The girls evedently thought of sex as a gymnastic training session and me as their coach who had to be strictly obeyed, but I felt it would be better to get them to lighten up a bit.

“What would you girls like me to do?” they looked at each other in shy silence.

“Would you like to see my muscles?” After a moment of giggling, they all nodded.