Deep Freeze

This is from Parts 3 - 4 of “Tami the Strong”. I was careful not to get too unrealistic with how a naked girl, even if well-toughened from months of exposure, would survive a Vermont winter.

     Tami decided to put her mind to getting ready for the first day of classes.  They were in the dead of winter now, the deep freeze this north country was famous for.  Tami had heard that in January and February, weeks could go by without the temperature going above zero, even in the middle of the day.  Scooting around outside without clothing would be downright dangerous, unless it was well planned to keep exposure time at a minimum.  Fortunately Rebecca, who grew up in these parts, had put a thermometer outside Tami’s window so Tami could see just how cold it was.  Tami checked.  Right now it was five degrees above zero.  Well, it could be worse.

        A two-minute run to the math building was not so bad, as Tami scampered to her first class.  She was lucky; she had gotten almost all the classes she put in for, which was unusual for a freshman.  The only exception was her elective.  She thought she had gotten into the ceramics class she had picked, but when the schedule came back she had been put into a course called “Stalking Wild Plants”.  Well, she supposed she could get interested in that, and it was only two credits anyway, so she didn’t try to change it.

        Once inside the math building, Tami was reminded of how embarrassing it was to walk totally naked through a crowd of mostly male math majors.  They had never stopped gawking ever since she started going naked in September, and today there were some new transfer students who gasped and said things which the naked girl could overhear.  “There she is!” and “Wow, what a body!” were the more polite comments.  She wrinkled her chin, determined to try to ignore the stares and comments.  How she wished she could get used to this! But no, she had been cursed with a sense of modesty that seemed indestructible.  It had survived months of total public nudity and frequent public exposures of her most private places.  And now once more she was embarrassed as everyone looked at her naked body, and knew that any attempt to cross her arms or hide any part of herself might somehow get reported back to the Dean.

        She looked at the big bulletin board, as all math majors did once a day, and then looked down at everyone’s big cold-weather boots next to her snow-encrusted bare feet.  She wiggled her toes as they tingled, the sensations returning after the frigid run.   Then she looked up again, her uneasiness showing in the way she rubbed the shoulder straps of her backpack (which at least served to cover most of her bare back).  On the board was yet another sheet of paper with an equation on it.  She had seen these cryptic equations posted on and off since last semester, but now the initials “T.S.”  were written underneath.  For “Tami Smithers”?  Underneath that, in different handwriting, someone had written, “This is very close.”  With morbid curiosity she copied the equation down.

        Later that day, working in the math department computer lab on her project for Professor Barrows, squirming because her bare butt was sitting one of those lined fabric chairs that never get cleaned, Tami opened a graphing program and typed in the three-dimensional equation.  Bingo.  It was what she was afraid of: two sloped ellipsoids, with circles and tiny peaks near the centers.  This equation was a pretty close approximation of her breasts, complete with nipples that were erect like hers had been for months.  The equation must have taken a lot of work.  It’s amazing what a horny math major will set his mind to.  The naked girl then realized that the mysterious equations on the board last semester were earlier attempts to get her breasts just right.  Sitting in front of the computer screen, she shut her eyes to blot out the reality.  Yet another reminder that her body was always on display, examined very closely by these guys around her.  Then she realized anyone behind her could see what she was looking at and she quickly closed the program.

        Later, sitting in the stall of a bathroom in the psychology building after her class in Social Psychology, she saw that someone had drawn a picture of a naked woman, complete with breasts and pussy hair, with a cartoon balloon that said, “Hi.  I’m Tami Smithers.  Just because I’m naked all the time doesn’t mean you have to look at my tits and cunt.”  Under that, someone else had written, “Even though I’m sticking them right in your face.”  Tami put her head in her hands.  She never realized she was being made fun of.  How many others felt the same way?  Tami dreaded what kind of graffiti was written about her in the men’s rooms!

        She was glad to immerse herself in her classes to keep her mind off these things.  She continued her habit from last semester of always sitting in the back, arms up toward her notebook so that her breasts were more or less covered, the toes of one foot clasping the top of the chair in front of her as she propped the notebook up on one thigh.  Nobody was looking at her when she was in back, which allowed her to concentrate on what was being taught.

        It was almost supper time when she got back to her room.  Crunch time.  Time to have a serious chat with Jen.  Mandy was there, sulking at her desk.  Well, Tami told herself, at least there’s been no word from the Dean.  The boom hasn’t been lowered, at least not yet.  She said a quick “hi” to Mandy, who answered only with a grunt.

        Jen came in and flung her bookbag on the upper bunk.  “I’m hungry.  Let’s go.”  Mandy declined her invitation, so it was just Jen and Tami making the short walk to the dining hall.

        As they came to the end of the food line, Tami decided she would steer Jen to a deserted corner of the dining hall so that she could have her “little talk”.  Unfortunately when they got out almost the whole dining hall was full.  Tami’s heart sank as she saw Jen head toward the little table next to the salad bar, right smack in the middle of everyone.

        Tami sat down across from her friend, aware that people could look at her body from any angle.  In her peripheral vision she sensed the usual gawking from most of the guys and some of the girls.  She tried to act as if nobody was there except for her and Jen.  She  reminded herself of the exact words to say and replies to Jen’s likely responses.  In the middle of this she felt something wet and cold under her foot.  She looked down.  Yuck.  A piece of oily lettuce.  Tami rubbed the bottom of her foot on the carpet and then turned her foot up to look at it under the table.  A naked girl has to deal with so many things that clothed people don’t.

        It was about fifteen minutes later, as the two roommates were onto their jello dessert, when Tami decided to plunge in.  “Jen, I want to talk about last night.”  When you want to get something off your chest, be quick and to the point.  That’s what her father used to say.

        “I don’t want you .  .  .  licking me when someone’s watching.  Like Mandy.”

        Jen looked at Tami with a slightly concerned expression.  “Why not?”

        “Well .  .  .  I want it to be a private thing.  Not a public thing.”

        “But -- ” Jen’s brow furrowed.  She looked slightly pissed.  “At the workshop with Congi -- ”

        “That was educational.  So people could see my -- my vagina.  It wasn’t .  .  .  sex with someone else.”  Tami gulped.  This was turning out to be harder that she thought.

        Jen looked down at her plate, a hurt expression on her face.  “You don’t like the way I do it?”

        “Of course I do.  I -- I want you to keep licking me.”  The words were hard to say, but they were true.  Tami had gotten to really enjoy Jen’s tongue.  “Just not in front of other people.”

        “But your religion .  .  .  “ Jen looked up with a betrayed expression which alarmed Tami.

        “My religion is to be naked,” Tami said.  God, it was hard to say these words, so false, to her best friend and roommate and biggest fan.  “Not to -- well -- have sex in front of people.  And not only that.  After you left Mandy grabbed my breast and put her finger in -- my -- vagina.”

        Jen looked at Tami with a smile.  “Did she do a good job?”

        “Jen!” Tami said in exasperation.  “She didn’t have my permission.”

        Jen looked with a smirk at Tami’s nipples.  “It’s just that they’re such succulent nipples.  .  .”

        Tami lost her patience and raised her voice.  “Jen, listen to me! Stop looking at my TITS!”

        The surrounding conversation immediately died down.  Tami’s eyes darted furtively.  Everyone had heard her say that.  She desperately wanted to put up cupped hands and hide her breasts, which her words had directed everyone’s attention to, but knew she couldn’t risk it.  There were probably spies around.

        Tami had to continue with what she was saying and get it over with, even though it meant she would be overheard.  “I don’t want just anyone to .  .  .  touch me.  I’m not lying there just to be grabbed and let anyone who wants to to pile on.”

        Jen was angry now.  She looked around at the people hanging onto every word.  Tami was embarrassing her.  “Anything else you want to say?  Is there anything else you didn’t like?”

        Tami gulped again.  One more thing that had to be said.  “I didn’t like it when you -- you --”

        “When I what?”

        “When you licked .  .  .  “ Tami closed her eyes.  It was so shameful to say this, in front of the whole dining hall.  “My -- my butthole.”  She clenched the cheeks of her bare butt, thinking of Jen’s tongue snaking in between.  She could sense people around her curling their lips in disgust at the thought.  From a distance she could just about hear a girl saying, “Eww, gross!”

        Jen shook her head in wonder.  “I told Mandy it would be O.K.  .  .  .”

        Tami couldn’t believe it.  She was getting absolutely nowhere with Jen.  Her temper took over.  She threw the napkin down on her plate and stood up.  “Jen, just figure it out! You are so lame!” She carried her tray over to the disposal area.  Everyone watched as Naked Tami stormed out of the dining hall, her bare feet stomping on the tile stairs as she disappeared from view.

        Stepping out into the frigid air, the naked girl realized she just couldn’t go back to her room right now, not with Mandy there and Jen likely to return.  She needed space.  And someone to talk to.

        She sprinted the two hundred feet or so to the dorm and went to the pay phone in the lobby, got a quarter from her ankle pouch, and called Rebecca’s and Marisol’s off-campus apartment.

        “Rebecca?  I just need someone to talk to and a place to hang out for a bit.  I had a fight with Jen, and Mandy and I aren’t too cool right now either.”  Hearing Rebecca’s sympathetic voice, Tami immediately felt better.  When Rebecca said she had no car to fetch her in, Tami said, “I’ll run.  I’ll be there in five minutes.”

        Tami hung up.  Could she really do this?  She had walked briskly to that apartment in December, but that was when it was warmer out, and in the middle of the day, and with a heavy backpack to keep her warm with exertion.  She quickly told herself that yes, if she ran like hell now she could do it.  She called Rebecca again to make sure she remembered where the apartment was.  And then a third time to ask that a tub of hot water be ready (a point which Rebecca had already anticipated).  Then, with one final pause inside the foyer, she pushed the door open and began tearing across the campus.

        The cold of the dark campus night was penetrating, overwhelming, immense.  The naked girl’s breaths came out in thick white clouds and she could feel ice forming in her pores.  By the time she left the campus grounds almost her whole body was numb.  But Tami put all thoughts of turning back out of her mind and stumbled on.  She was only dimly aware of the stares of surprise from the few people out on the campus grounds on this bitter cold night, or the utter shocked exclamations from the people walking by in town, who all told themselves: this is truly a crazy girl, running naked down the main highway up to the traffic light, in such cold weather.  Hopefully the police or the mental health people will grab her and take her inside where it is warm and get some clothes on her!

        Tami ran as fast as she could considering all she could do by now was stumble.  She couldn’t feel her feet at all and in her dulled mind knew that she might be stepping on broken glass, rusty nails .  .  .  Even though her feet were toughened from months of going barefoot, there were some things that could still penetrate her hard soles and do real damage.  She devoted her remaining powers of concentration to making sure she didn’t run into traffic when she crossed the big intersection.  Fortunately all was clear and she shot across.

        As she turned onto the old, ratty road, past junkyards and Teaser’s, the local topless bar, she got her second wind and her senses partly returned.  She also noticed the police car that was cruising slowly in the right lane, keeping pace with her.  From the periphery of her vision she saw the two cops in their warm car, bundled up in their heavy winter parkas, sipping hot coffee.  She knew they were watching the muscles and curves of her half-frozen body very intently as she ran.

        For the average male, seeing a superbly conditioned young naked female running is an exquisite pleasure.  That she was running in such cold weather, over such rough terrain, no doubt added piquancy to the scene.  The naked girl, her mind beginning to fade again, hated to be stared at but was actually glad she was being so closely observed; if she felt like she was’t going to make it she could get a ride from them.  Surely they would open the door for her.  She pictured herself banging on the window and yelling in a slurred voice, “P-p-please let me in!  I’m c-c-c-cold!!”

        It turned out not to be necessary.  Tami recognized the side street and darted in.  On one of the porches she saw a thick bundle of coat and hat and knew it to be Marisol, who opened the door for the stumbling girl and followed her as she stomped raggedly up the stairs.

        Tami vaguely sensed her numb feet thudding on a bare wood floor.  There was an odd whiff of cigarette smoke and the room felt hot.  Even hotter was the tub of water Rebecca led her to.  Actually it was only lukewarm; Rebecca, familiar with the hazards of cold weather, knew that hot water would be harmful.  But even so, the naked girl felt like she was submersing herself into hot lava.  Knowing it was for her own good, she suppressed her scream and splashed the water over her stinging arms, even ducking down to soak her head, causing her nose and ears to sting as if they were being cut off.

        From the violent shivering that then came upon her, Tami knew that she had overstepped her limits.  As the shivering decreased and her senses returned and she felt the blessed calm inside, she took note of what she had tried to do -- running a mile when it was zero degrees out -- and knew she would never try it again.  There’s nothing like a close call.  Thank god that police car was there for insurance.

        Fifteen minutes later, all pink and glowing, the naked girl emerged from the bathroom, toweling herself off, and then quickly dropped the towel.  By now it was a reflex with her to keep her nakedness on total display at all times.  She walked calmly into the living room, becoming aware of a ratty couch and overstuffed chair she hadn’t seen before, and a bare folding table with some little wood chairs, a few other things, and once again the odor cigarette smoke.

        Sitting by the half-opened window in a folding chair, blowing smoke outside, was none other than Wethby Campbell in his straggly beard, sweatshirt, and half-opened flannel shirt.  He acknowledged Tami with a nod of his head.  Surprised to see him here, Tami nodded back.  Wethby glanced down to her pussy and then quickly returned to looking out the window.

        Rebecca and Marisol came in with some tea.  Handing a cup to Tami, they led her to a chair between the table and Wethby while Rebecca sat across the table and Marisol sat on the couch.  Tami noticed that she was in the middle of the room, her entire bare body on full view of everyone else.  Still she was glad to be warm, and gratefully sipped the tea.