The Hashizume High School softball clubâs uniform is blue.
However, just the shoulders were white, and a red line ran through it.
The wordãHASHIZUMEãwas in white letters on the chest.
It had short sleeves for summer and the hem was tucked into the white short pants.
She wore a long sleeved undershirt and long white socks.
Shirotaâs number wasã8ã.
Dirt was worn on her uniform almost like a badge of honor from the practice match.
Her short black hair peeked through her cap and her tan skin shone from the sweat.
She had clear eyes like a small animal and slightly dry lips.
Her cheeks were red and she was swallowing her saliva.
ãOkutaniâ¦Donât look so muchã
Shirota unfastens her belt in front of me.
Eda stood behind Shirota and took out the hem of her uniform from out of her short pants.
ãEven if you tell me not to lookâ¦thereâs no way I canâtã
ãIsnât it fine if you look away?ã
ãThen when I show you, would you look away?ã
ãWell, noã
Eda slowly strips off Shirotaâs uniform.
She was excessively slow.
For that reason, Shirota and I were staring at each other while having a war with shame.
Her black undershirt was exposed. And then, it was stripped off all the way to her chest.
Shirota put both her hands on top.
ãGood girl, Yotsubaã
ãHurry up and do it, Fukikoã
ãEnjoy yourselfã
Eda, standing behind Shirota, was constantly talking in Shirotaâs ear.
Each time she talked, Shirota tightly closed her lovely eyes.
Her uniform was being stripped off.
It passed her face and off her hands.
And then Shirota was only wearing her black undershirt.
I could see the roughness of her bra from over her shirt.
I could see her breasts under her T-shirt earlier.
However, this time there was a different sensation boiling up.
ãThereâs no real reason to be embarrassed right?ã
ãI am plenty embarrassed thoughâ¦ã
Shirota closes her eyes at Edaâs words.
Her body line was clearly shown by her undershirt.
ãWhat are you sayingâ¦from here on is the embarrassing partã
ãDonât says such thingsã
Eda politely folds her stripped off uniform.
And then she places it on top of her enamel bag on the floor.
ãOkutani-kunâ¦wonât you strip with her?ã
ãTh-thatâs right! Do it!ã
At Eda and Shirotaâs words, I canât help but put my hands on my pantâs waist.
ãJust that movement aloneâ¦is amazing materialã
While saying such things, Eda starts to strip Shirotaâs undershirt.
Edaâs cheeks blush.
Shirotaâs skin was exposed.
I could see her white stomach and then her belly button.
Her abdomen had womanly muscles distinct to sports.
However, it was not torn.
It was thin and strong. And yet it was womanly.
Because Shirota exposed her skin I also strip my pants.
I forgot to take my own clothes off. Shirotaâs eyes gathered on my crotch.
ãSomehow, Iâm excitedâ¦ã
Eda let out a romantic voice.
Her undershirt was now up to her breasts and I could start to see her bra.
It had navy blue ornaments attached.
It was the type that largely wraps her breasts rather than the wire type.
ãYotsuba, lift your handsã
ãNâ¦ã
In accordance with Edaâs instructions, Shirota raises both her hands.
Eda stripped off Shirotaâs undershirt while smiling.
Now, the only thing covering Shirotaâs top half is her bra.
I can clearly see the contrast between her suntanned portion and her brilliant white portion.
My head was dizzy at that contrast.
ãHow is it? Yotsuba is pretty, huh?ã
ãTh-thatâs rightâ¦ã
I strip my pants in agreeance with Edaâs words.
The bashful Shirota turns her face downwards.
ãItâs fine, both of youã
ãThis is a front hook, huhâ¦Hey, Okutani-kun come take this offã
ãFukiko!?ã
Shirota was surprised at Edaâs proposal.
ãUnderstoodã
ãOkutani!?ã
And then she was surprised at my consent.
Blinking her eyes, she alternates looking at me and Eda with a bright red face.
ãOkutaniâ¦this much is fine, right?ã
However, I go up the stairs.
Shirota shook her head seeming troubled as I came near.
Even if she tried to retreat, Eda was right behind her.
ãItâs fine Yotsubaâ¦how many times have you shown me?ã
ãThis and that are differentã
ãNow, Okutani-kun, come take it offã
Eda was in control here.
Shirota and I could not go against Edaâs words.
It should be fine to strongly deny her but there is no reason to try and do so.
I put my tense hands on her bra.
Heat was coming off of her body.
I donât know if itâs because of the current situation or because of the practice match.
Her face was bright red and she looks at my hands with tears amassing in her eyes.
ãIâm taking it off, okay?ã
ãItâs fine already, right? Youâve seen enough. Thatâs whyâ¦ahã
It was before Shirota finished saying what she wanted.
I unfastened her braâs hook.
Her bra split into two as if it snapped and Shirotaâs pure white pair of mounds were exposed.
Her breasts that were no longer held down return to their original form.
ãAh, no good! Ah, wait!ã
Shirota was flustered and tried to hide her exposed breasts.
However, Eda held down her hands from behind.
ãFukiko! Stop! No, Okutani donât looookã
Each time she moves her breasts shake.
Her bra also separates from her skin and she gets more and more exposed.
Shirotaâs breast is larger than I thought.
And then more than anything else, her characteristic part was her nipples.
I couldnât understand that time I got a glimpse inside the neck of her T-shirt.
Pink areola surround her nipples and they were sunken in.
The top of her hills were buried inside like small indents.
ãShirotaâ¦youã
ãThatâs right, Yotsubaâs nipples are shy little thingsã
Instead of Shirota, Eda answered.
Shirota, who had given up resisting, was biting her bottom lip.
It seems her shyness had reached its limits; anytime now steam would shoot out.
ãThatâs why I didnât want itâ¦Itâs weird, rightâ¦?ã
Shirota asked in a whisper.
I denied it with all my power.
ãThereâs no way! I think itâs amazingly cute!ã
ãR-reallyâ¦?ã
While letting out a blurred voice, Shirota raised her face.
Shirota looked strangely frail with both her hands held behind her by Eda.
Shirota made a slightly troubled smile while making eye contact with me.
ãThen, itâs fine if you lookâ¦just for a bitã