her natural fur

This is the ending of “The Adventures of a Naked Girl in Love”. An early effort, but of all my Tami stories I still like this one the best.

Three hours later, Tami Smithers ran down onto the street and started her freezing run for Pilgrim Hall, clutching in her hand the photo of her and Rod taken at the dance.  She figured it would take less than a minute to get to her dorm.  With her first bounding jumps she laughed as she heard the loud vaginal farts as air escaped from her well-fucked pussy.  God, how I’ve been fucked!

The campus was quiet on this bright, bitter cold morning.  The few people walking around, heavily bundled up, turned when they saw Tami Smithers, amazed to see her out when it was so cold.  Tami was still so satiated that she didn’t really feel embarrassment at their stares.  Mostly she felt the cold.  Her feet and most of her body were numb by now but she didn’t mind, she knew she would be warm soon.  Luckily there was no wind.

Taking a shortcut running over a small hill where the snow had melted from the sun the day before, Tami looked down at her bare feet treading the sparse grass and for some reason realized that this was the time of year when the deer came out.  I’m like a deer, she told herself, an animal gracefully scurrying along in the cold December morning,  and people will look at me and think, what a beautiful animal.  She decided to stop on top of the hill, legs slightly parted, like a deer pausing to survey its surroundings, the white smoke of her breath exhaling silently from her nose and mouth.

While she stood thus a small group of students turned to look at her as they passed by.  They were pretty conservative looking, maybe on their way to church.  Their faces were covered with scarves and it was hard to judge their expressions, but they seemed to be looking in the direction of the naked girl’s pussy.  Well, fine, Tami told herself.  It’s my natural fur.

Tami could withstand this pose for maybe ten seconds before the cold became too much for her and she stumbled quickly down to her dorm.

Fortunately she didn’t have to reach down for her key because someone had propped the front door open with a stone.  As she burst inside she collided with a walking bundle of heavy clothing.  Only the eyes were visible.  After a second she recognized the eyes as Terri’s.  Her roommate pulled down the scarf covering her lower face and said, “Well it’s about time you came back.  I thought you’d moved in with Rod by now. . . Not that you would know, but am I bundled up enough?”

Tami shook her body in an exaggerated shiver.  “It’s really cold out.”

“According to the radio it’s zero degrees right now.”

Tami looked outside in wonder.  This is unbelievable.

Terri looked down.  “You’d better clean yourself up.  I see something dripping down your leg and I bet I know what it is.”

Tami looked down and saw to her horror that a trail of Rod’s semen had leaked from her pussy and was halfway down to her knee.  That’s what those churchgoers were looking at!  She reflexively wiped it off and then held her hand up, not knowing where to wipe off her hand.

“Don’t even think it!” Terri said with a smile, backing away with her gloved hands upraised.  “Bye.”  She covered her face again and went out.

Tami decided to wipe the semen off on one of her butt cheeks.  She told herself, in a minute I’ll be in the shower anyway.

Being a creature of habit like any wild animal, Tami checked her mailbox before going up to her room, even though realizing that it being Sunday morning it was most likely empty.  To her surprise, she found two envelopes.  She opened them clumsily with still-numb fingers.  One was from a Dr. Brignon of the Art Department.  Another was from a Dr. Harridance from the Chalfont Institute, which was some kind of research medical school on the far edge of campus.  Each wanted her to see them at their respective offices “at your earliest convenience”.  Tami’s mind was too muddled from the sex and the cold to think about these things.  She would deal with it on Monday.

When she got to her room Jen was asleep in her top bunk.  Tami proudly set the picture of her and Rod up on her desk, next to the lamp, where everyone could see it, and where she would see it upon awakening every morning.  To prop it up she had to move some of her textbooks.  Finals began in a week and they would be a snap.  She had kept up her work all semester, getting A’s in almost all her tests, and in her review for finals she discovered she hadn’t forgotten a thing.

She luxuriated under the hot shower until her skin was flushed and warm and she felt vibrant again.  She took out the diaphragm and gave her pussy a good rinsing.  As she walked down the hall back to her room, toweling her hair with one of the little cloths she was allowed, she softly sang an old song she heard on the radio once.  “You make me feel brand newwww . . .”

She opened the door and found Jen up on her bunk, partly covered by her bathrobe, stretching in frustration, her legs wide open, her pussy at Tami’s eye level.  “Tam . . . please . . .”

Tami looked at Jen’s pussy steadily.  She had expected this for a while, and now she was ready.  It was the easiest thing in the world to walk over and plant her tongue.  At first tentatively, then more aggressively, she turned and twiddled and sucked Jen’s pussy lips and clit until her roommate came in a short but violent orgasm.  When it was over Tami looked up, her face wet with Jen’s secretions, as if searching for approval.  “Very good, very good, I knew you could,”  Jen said in a singsong.

Without a word Jen jumped down, her bathrobe trailing from her arms, and pushed Tami back onto her bed.  “Jen . . . I just . . . I’m sore . . .” was all Tami could say as Jen got into her familiar, daily routine of pushing Tami’s bare legs apart and attacking her pussy.  Jen had heard Tami, though, and was gentle this time, slowly coaxing Tami’s clit out and softly massaging it with her tongue.

Tami did not know the exact number but in fact it was her twelfth orgasm of the last ten hours.  In the warm after-glow she lay back, Jen’s head lying against her breasts, stroking her roommate’s hair.  “You’d better rest up during Christmas break, naked one,” Jen said dreamily.  “Between Rod fucking you to death and me licking you to death, do you think you can survive the spring semester?”

Tami Smithers looked down at her lover and roommate, and across the room at the picture of her and Rod.  She was part of two happy couples.  She thought of the last twenty-four hours, which began just as they ended, with an orgasm from Jen’s tongue.  She thought of suffering through that humiliating orgasm in the dining hall in front of Mr. Ross . . . carrying the backpack to Rebecca’s and Marisol’s new place . . . getting the best of old Wethby Campbell . . . having to stand naked in front of the supermarket . . . her snowy, freezing dash to the dorm . . . dripping wet in front of Terri and her two new bosses . . . cooking dinner for her friends . . . being hit with a rubber band on her most private part and chasing Jamal down and kneeing him in the testicles . . . having to expose herself for Chief Burdick’s camera . . . being made up and fussed over by her friends like a nude princess . . . that wonderful dance, at least except for having to give up that nice warm coat, and that crying episode in the bathroom. . . wonderful sex with Rod . . . and now finally paying Jen back by giving her an orgasm of her own . . .  It was by turns glorious and shaming.

She reflected generally on this semester now coming to a close, on her life as a person forbidden to wear clothes.  In high school she had been basically a nobody, a good gymnast but with no really good friends, no boyfriend worth speaking about, basically bored and a little disappointed with herself and with life in general.  Now she had dear friends, she was admired and respected not only by her friends but by many people on campus she didn’t even know, she had a torrent of sexual desire unlike ever before, and had her desires satisfied like she never dreamed possible . . . while being subjected to such a level of constant shame and embarrassment, at times extreme, that it was a wonder she hadn’t gone crazy.  Life was wonderful, perfect, happy, joyful.  And horrible . . .