can’t be barefoot!

        Off the two went, Tami and Rebecca.  Tami, being an athlete and unburdened by heavy clothing, kept surging ahead on her hardened bare feet and had to run in place for Rebecca to catch up.  The spectacle made an increased impression on the people in the cars.  Passengers in two cars even leaned out of their windows with video cameras to record this naked girl for posterity.  One car slowed down to cruise next to Tami and a guy stuck his head out the window asking her to come along with him and his friend.  When his initial entreaties did not work he got vulgar.  “Nice tits, Honey . . . nice pussy too.  Bet you like showing it!! . . . Show me your butthole, babe!”  After thirty seconds or so of continued disregard, he gave up and the car went on.

        Top Food was in the shopping center across the highway from campus.  Rebecca and Tami slowed to a walk as they entered the parking lot.  As she faced the busy scene it took all Tami’s self-control not to cover her breasts and pussy and turn and run.  The lot was filled with people getting out of cars or pushing filled shopping carts.  Several of them stopped immediately to stare in shock at the naked girl approaching them.  Tami tried to ignore them, looking down to avoid stepping in any puddles.  To do this she had to step from icy patch to icy patch like they were stones in a pond.  She had to be careful; with bare feet there was not much traction.  Her feet were freezing, but the rest of her was heated by the running and no longer felt cold.  Rebecca gamely stayed at Tami’s side and fixed a stern look on anyone who stared at her naked friend.

        They got a cart and pushed it through the entrance door and began cruising the produce aisle.  Once again there  were shocked stares.  The housewife types all stopped their carts in front of whatever vegetables they had been picking at.   Nobody moved.  It was as if time had stopped.  Then Tami heard a couple of them say, “Disgraceful!” and “Look at that whore!”

        Tami was so embarrassed by this display of maternal condemnation that she was about to cry.  But then Rebecca tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Let’s think.  What do we need in the way of vegetables?”

        Tami remembered what she had discovered in other situations, that acting ashamed of her nakedness only made things worse.  She made like she was totally unconscious of her nudity, standing up straight and throwing her shoulders back.  She closed her eyes and tried to think.  “Um, let’s make a salad.  Lettuce.  Tomatoes.  Onions and peppers to mix in with the rice.”

        “Let’s go then.”  Rebecca pushed the cart along and Tami followed.

        The assistant manager was out like a shot.  A portly, middle aged man, he stood in front of the cart, stopping Rebecca’s progress, and looked Tami right in the eye.  “Young lady, what in hell are you doing?  Get out of here.  Now.”  He pointed to the exit.

        Tami felt weak and about to faint.  She had never been so directly confronted over her nakedness.  She automatically tended to respect authority figures, and realized she probably would do exactly what this man was doing if she were clothed and normal like him.  Plus, this guy looked a little like one of her uncles and talked like him too.  The naked girl’s sense of shame was exquisite.

        Rebecca took control.  “My friend is a religious nudist.  She has the right to be naked.  If you want to throw her out, you’ve got to have a very good, specific reason.”  Tami found herself wanting Rebecca to shut up.  She wanted to get the hell out of here.  But Rebecca went on.  “Give a specific reason why she must leave.”

        The assistant manager looked at Rebecca, then at Tami, then down at Tami’s pussy.  He said, “I’ll be right back.  Stay where you are.  Do NOT move.”

        Seeing him leave, Rebecca looked at Tami and shrugged.  Tami was clearly terrified.  Rebecca put her arm around her friend’s bare shoulders and said, “Don’t worry.  Everything will be all right.”

        In a minute the assistant manager was back.  “You must leave,” he said to Tami.

        “Why is that?” Rebecca said.

        “Because the front door says no bare feet.  Your friend is barefoot.  She must leave.”

        Rebecca was seized with an uncontrollable fit of laughter which surprised both the assistant manager and Tami.  Tears began to roll from her eyes.

        When her laughter died down she wiped her tears away and said, “Tam, go wait outside.  I’ll figure out what to get.”

        Tami gratefully backtracked out of the produce aisle.  To get outside she had to wait until the next person came in and the entrance door opened.  As it turned out the next person was an old nun in a traditional black habit pushing an empty cart.  Seeing the door open in front of her only to reveal a totally naked teenage girl, the nun stopped and gasped, her eyes opened wide behind her wire-framed glasses. Tami scooted around the side of the cart and walked out to the sidewalk.

        Not knowing what to do while waiting for Rebecca, Tami Smithers stood on the sidewalk in front of Top Food.  People approaching the entrance mostly pretended not to see her.  Most of them were thinking that the naked girl was part of some kind of promotion, at least as far as they could believe what they were seeing.  But Tami could feel the sideways glances.  One or two teenage guys stopped and tried to start a conversation with her, looking at her breasts or pussy the whole time, but Tami just gave them a tortured smile and they eventually left.

        Tami looked out at the parking lot.  She was sure that the Dean or one of his spies was out there somewhere.  She dared not make any move to cover herself.  So she just stood there, arms at her sides, legs ever so slightly apart, as people passed by her on both sides.  Fortuntately the glare from the afternoon sun reflecting off the ice and snow forced Tami to squint, making it hard to see anything.

        Tami looked back.  Come on, Rebecca, hurry up . . . She saw the assistant manager looking out the window at her with a very sour look on his face.  Another, older guy, possibly the manager, appeared next to him and the two of them stared at Tami.  She looked back to the parking lot.  She was sure the middle-aged guy in the Cadillac two cars away was observing her.  Maybe he was an Administration guy.  She looked back again and saw that the manager and assistant manager were gone.  Apparently they had decided there was nothing they could do about her while she was out on a public sidewalk.

        While looking into the supermarket she saw, to her horror, a row of stockboys staring out at the window at her.  She could also see the reflection of the rear view of her naked body.  So this was what they were looking at.  She could not deny that it was a perfectly toned, slim female body.  She just wished it belonged to someone else right now.

        Tami looked again at the parking lot.  Here I am, stark naked, being stared at from every direction.  Half an hour ago she felt brave and in control in Wethby’s apartment.  Now all that confidence was gone.  Inside she was once again a quivering, shamed wreck.

        Not moving to cover herself was getting to be a strain.  Tami gritted her teeth and clenched her fists as they hung by her sides.  She closed her eyes and faced upward.  Tami had never been particularly religious, but recently she had liked the idea that there was a God who looked over her and would take care of her through this ordeal of public nudity.  Standing in front of the busy supermarket on this sub-freezing winter day, the naked teenage girl prayed silently but fervently.

Please God, give me clothes.

If I can’t have clothes, please give me the strength to get through this.

        A few minutes went by.  Tami was starting to shiver.  A cloud then blocked the sun and a breeze kicked up and suddenly she was much colder.  To warm herself she squatted down, closed her legs, and hugged her breasts.  She then realized that this was not working.

        There was only one thing to do.  She turned and shot back into Top Food, running past the assistant manager, who said “Hey!!”  He started to follow her but she was too fast for him.  She ran through the aisles and found Rebecca in front of where the rice was.  Rebecca was already looking up when Tami came.  “I heard bare feet slapping and knew it had to be you. . .”

        Tami said breathlessly, “I’m cold.  Can you carry everything yourself?  I’ve got to run back to my room.”

        “O.K., O.K.,” Rebecca said.  Then she saw the assistant manager appear at the end of the aisle.  She told Tami, “Go!”

        Tami ran down the next aisle, past the astonished customers waiting in the checkout lines, and back out into the parking lot.

        She crossed the highway and was back on campus.  She thought: Is there a shortcut to the dorm?  She ran down a new path and soon found herself within a hundred yards of the Pilgrim Hall entrance.  Unfortunately there was no path to it from where she stood.  To get there she would have to run across a field of snow.  Well, it’s only a short distance, here goes, she told herself.