that scene where Tami signs “the contract”

A lazy Saturday brunch in the dining hall.

        The six dorm-mates took up the whole table in the back.  On the side facing the window there was Mayree, a heavy-set black girl in sweatpants and sweatshirt, working on her fourth pancake.  Across from her was Terri, downing another cup of coffee, pretending to listen to Mayree talk about football but actually thinking about her chemistry assignment.  Next to Mayree was her roommate Rebecca, a tall, born-again Christian farm girl who was probably the only girl in the dorm who didn’t do anything to her hair; she apparently just shampooed it and combed it, letting it dry without a blow dryer.  With her lumberjack shirt and wire-rimmed glasses, she looked both scholarly and outdoorsy.  Across from Rebecca was Dawn with her Birkenstocks (and socks on this cold day), unshaved legs, and calico dress, working granola into her plain yogurt, occasionally fiddling with her nose ring.

        On the end, facing the window, was Jen in her black sweatshirt, her long black coat draped behind her on the chair, with one Army-booted foot extended under the table to rest on the bare knee of Naked Tami.  Tami was sitting  with her back to the window and was glad that they had picked a table way at the back.  There was nobody else near them.  Tami had a view of the entire rest of the huge dining hall from where she sat and was glad that people could see very little of her.  Occasionally a guy would stop and the salad bar and stare in her direction, but this was a lazy morning and there was not a whole lot of interest in looking at Tami Smithers right now.  You could have a full view of Tami any old time anyway, walking across campus between classes.

        Tami was engaged in eating oatmeal, trying not to think about, or look at, Dawn.  Dawn, who had been to that sexual awareness workshop and who had looked inside Tami with a flashlight and then looked up at Tami.  Dawn, who had slipped a diaphragm inside Tami later in the workshop.  And then looked up into Tami’s eyes again.  It was all so innocent, in the name of education, and Dawn was a good person.  But Tami still dreaded the thought of making eye contact with anyone who had been to that workshop, especially those who had looked into Tami’s eyes knowing they had just looked right up inside her.

        Tami kept her head down to avoid the possibility of eye contact with Dawn.  She tried to think of something else.  Oatmeal, oatmeal . . .

        Now, listening to the girls’ conversation, it was clothes, clothes, clothes . . . Her friends always seemed to be talking about clothes, something supposedly of no interest to Tami.  But in fact Tami was intensely interested, though she tried not to show it.  At the moment Dawn and Rebecca were arguing the advantages of drawstring pants.  Tami remembered having drawstring pants once in high school.  They were too hippie-looking for her taste.  She only wore them once and gave them to a friend.  How she wished she could be wearing them now!

        Jen imagined that talking about clothes must be a turn-off to Tami, and tried to get a conversation going on the new ROTC building, which Jen was opposed to.  Tami found it hard to voice an opinion.  All she could think of were those fine uniforms the military got to wear . . .

        “So Mayree, we’ll find out!” Jen suddenly called out across the table.

        Everyone fell silent.

        Mayree swallowed the last of her pancake and said, “Tami, we know you’re going out with Urkel -- I mean Rod Sykes” -- general giggling under everyone’s breath -- “and I’m straight, we really think he’s a good guy, and we like you a lot girl. . . so we want to make this date really special . . . and we’d like to DO YOU UP!”  Heads nodding in agreement.

        Tami was puzzled and a little alarmed.  What was this all about?  Her first thought was of some group sex thing.  “What?”

        Jen said in her usual soft way, “Tami, is it O.K. in your religion to paint your nails?  Or do your hair?”

        Tami thought for a second.  “Yeah, sure.”

        “Good, because before you go out with Prince Urkel tonight, you will get your nails done by the Ultimate Nail Mistress” -- pointing at Mayree -- “and the Ultimate High Priestess of hair” -- pointing at Dawn.

        At first Tami didn’t know what to think.  Then she realized it had been a long time since she did herself up for a date.  Then she began to feel very good like anyone would who has been given a much desired gift.  All she could say was, “Wow . . . thanks girls!!”  For the first time in a long long time, she smiled from ear to ear, a smile that grew slowly until it lit up her whole face.  She was in the company of true friends.

        “Be in my room at seven,” Mayree said.

        Tami smiled and picked at her oatmeal, and then suddenly thought of chicken.  “I’ll cook supper for you girls,” Tami said.  “In the wing lounge.”  She was referring to the little lounge at the end of her hallway which had a kitchenette.  Sometimes Mayree would fix something for herself there if she got hungry in the middle of the night.

        Tami then thought about how this would work.  How will I get the food?  I’ll have to go out to the supermarket, Top Food, in the shopping center across the highway from the college. . . What about pots and pans?  I can’t do this!

        “Give me a list and I’ll go to Top Food,” said Rebecca.  “What do you want to cook?”

        Tami thought quickly.  “Baked chicken.  And rice.  And salad.”

        “You can use my pots and pans,” said Mayree.

        Well that was that.  It looked like Tami would be cooking for six.  This was not bad; Tami liked to cook.  She had a fleeting rememberance of helping her mother out preparing Thanksgiving when her mother was wearing just an apron and high heels, and with Tami totally naked as always.

        Musing about this, Tami didn’t pay attention and felt a lukewarm glop of something falling right onto her pubic hair.  It was oatmeal, falling from her spoon.  “Shit!” she said quietly, backing her chair up and grabbing a napkin.   She stood to clean it up and then realized that her pussy would be right in everyone’s face.  So she said, “Excuse me,” and turned around, giving everyone, especially Jen, a fine view of her slim back and tight bare butt.

        Cleaning the oatmeal out of her pussy hair, Tami was startled to hear someone outside shout, “Woooo--oooo, Tam!”  She looked up.  Some of the campus’s more juvenile guys were walking along across the road and could not pass up the chance to make a comment when presented with a full frontal view of the most beautiful body on campus.  Tami blushed deeply, whispered under her breath, “Jerks!”, and finished cleaning up her pubic hair quickly.

        A few minutes later the girls were getting up to leave.  Jen motioned for Tami to stay.  “Can’t we hang just a little longer?” she said.   “O.K.”  Usually Tami liked walking with as many other people as possible, because if she walked in the middle of them her exposure to outside eyes was minimized. Being naked, and being shy about it, involved all these logistics! . . . But she could bear walking the short distance back to the dorm with just Jen.

        As the other girls were leaving Jeffrey Dillon came by.  Jeffrey Dillon, the gay photography major, with his Oscar Wilde haircut and his trademark long “Doctor Who” coat.  Tami thought he was irritating at first, but he was Jen’s friend and Tami had gotten to like him from hanging out with him.  Looking past all his “flaming gay” mannerisms, he really was a sweet guy.  Jen assured Tami he was 100% gay.  After a while Tami began to believe this; he often talked about his boyfriend, who was away in Italy as an exchange student.  Being with a guy who was not turned on by her nakedness was strange but also a relief.  It made him easier to talk to, in fact easier to talk to at times than even Jen.

        “How is the world’s luckiest dyke?” Jeffrey said as he sat next to Jen.

        “Don’t you know it!” Jen said.  This made Tami blush.

        “If I had a roommate who had a great body and was always naked, I’d be jumping him before he turned around.”  Jeffrey thought for a second.  “Well, maybe AFTER he turned around.”  He smiled.  Jen giggled.  This was always the way they were, talking about sex.  Tami smiled.

        After a few moments sucking on coffee and nibbling on yogurt, Jen said slyly, “Well, that’s what I do with Tam.”

        Tami’s eyes widened at Jen.

        “I’m not surprised, knowing you,” Jeffrey said.  “Tami, you are real lucky.  I hear that Jen gives head in a way that’s legendary.  Really gentle, but gets the job done.  I’m suprised you’re not in a constant state of post-orgasmic ecstasy.”

        Tami blushed from her head to her bare toes.  She could feel the hotness in her face.  She didn’t like being talked about like this and was thinking of what to say to get them off this topic.  Without thinking she crossed her arms to hide her nipples and leaned forward, her elbows on the table.

        “Seriously, Tami, I think you are some higher life form,” Jeffrey said.  Tami noticed that Jeffrey had been looking only at her eyes and not once had glanced down to her body.  “From what I understand about your religion you consider modesty to be a sin.  I heard about you volunteering for Congi’s sex thing.  It just blows me away that someone could be so comfortable with their body . . . spreading your butt cheeks and showing your little winkie to everyone.  And then to get nearly diddled into coming in the name of education.  For a person with no modesty that was probably heaven.  Having half the dorm jerk you off!”

        “Getting in good with Congi and getting your jollies too,” Jen mused.  “What a deal!”

        Tami didn’t know what to make of this.  She was speechless.  The most embarrassing, humiliating experience of her life, and they thought she was lucky.  These were good friends of hers, possibly the two best friends she had in this ongoing ordeal.  How could she straighten them out?  How could she express her shame and her agony?  Only by telling them that this whole nudity thing was a hoax.  And that would cause them to lose all their respect for her.  She had to think of a way. . .

        Jeffrey said, “I wish I had a model like you for my black and white studies.  The women I get, they’re either so hung up and you have to pry their arms loose from their torsos, or they do nothing except these exotic dancer moves like they’re at Teaser’s.  Yuck!”  Teaser’s was a topless bar that Tami had heard about on the bad side of town.  Jeffrey shook his head and took another sip of his coffee.

        Jen looked at Tami, biting her lip.  She seemed to be getting her courage up, uncharacteristically ill at ease.  Then she said, “Tam, I want Jeffrey to take a picture of you when you’re coming.”

        Tami was breathless.  “What??”  Jeffrey seemed surprised too.

        Jen continued, “I want him to take a picture of you when you’re in the middle of an orgasm.  Just your face.  When you come, your face . . . well, it’s beautiful anyway, but when you come, I . . . the look on your face . . . it’s so complicated and interesting.  You express all the emotions it’s possible for a human being to express.  It’s the most gorgeous thing in the world.”  Jen’s gushing was such that she was stumbling trying to get the words out.  She was smiling adoringly at Tami.

        Tami was in the middle of another blush.  She didn’t realize Jen paid such close attention to her face when she was giving her head.  Seeing Jen look at her face now, as if remembering it in orgasm, Tami was so embarrassed that she had to look down at her plate, shaking her head.  “Jesus, Jen . . .”

        Jeffrey, observing Tami’s face closely, said, “Don’t worry Tam, I’m not embarrassed.  Or if I am I shouldn’t be.”

        Once again, her friends assumed she was beyond shame.  What a gigantic misunderstanding.  Once again Tami tried to think of a way out of this mess.  Maybe if I . . .

        Jen took a quick look behind her.  The coast was clear.  “I do have this evil side --”  She pushed her chair back and dove under the table.

        “Ohh!!”  Tami gasped loudly and her eyes popped open as she felt a warm tongue flat on her pussy.  She tried to close her legs, only to find that they were pinned apart against the legs of the chairs on either side.  “Jen!  Jesus!  Stop it!!  Not in front of --”  She tried with all her might to push Jen’s head away, but she couldn’t get any leverage in her position and Jen was very strong.

        Jen’s mouth formed a pneumatic seal against Tami’s pussy.  Within that seal her tongue was busily working around Tami’s clit.  Tami’s eyes darted to and fro, avoiding Jeffrey, as she kept gasping.  She looked out at the dining hall.  Nobody seemed to be looking their way.  With Jen’s coat draped over her chair, and Jeffrey sitting next to it with his long coat, Jen was apparently hidden from view.  To the rest of the world it looked like nothing was happening.

        In as loud a whisper as she could manage, Tami said, “JEN!”  After a few more second of gasping, she said it again.  “JEN! . . . Not in front of Jeffrey!”

        Jeffrey was at first shocked but soon that turned to fascination.  This was so intriguing he put aside any thought of whether Tami might not be wanting this.  Clearly she was enjoying it on some level.  This was the kind of semi-public semi-rape that he sometimes inflicted on his own lover.  And for a girl who believed modesty was a sin, it couldn’t really be that bad.  “Don’t worry about me, Tam. . .”

        Still trying to push Jen’s head away, Tami looked dully at her plate as her body began to respond to the expert tonguing.  “Jeff . . . you . . . don’t . . . understand . . . ohhhh . . .”

        Tami realized to her chagrin that she was once again on the ride to orgasm, a ride that Jen had been taking her on so skillfully and so often that there was no question as to the end result.  Her eyes narrowed in anguish as she realized that in a few minutes she would be having an orgasm in the dining hall, with another person watching.  If there had to be another person, at least she would rather it be Jeffrey . . .

        Tami stopped trying to push Jen’s head away.  Her grip turned into a caress.  She just wanted to get this over with so Jen would stop.  She then put her hands up on the table and faced her plate so as to give as normal an appearance as possible to anyone looking.  But she couldn’t bear to be reminded of her surroundings and closed her eyes.  It looked like she was saying grace before eating.

        Meanwhile she took deep breaths and tried to concentrate on the flicks of Jen’s tongue.  Jen was going up and down Tami’s pussy, stopping at her clit now and then.  Tami knew Jen’s technique by now.  At a certain point Tami would be worked up enough and Jen would concentrate on the clit for the home stretch.  Hopefully that would be soon and that the orgasm would be quick and quiet.

        Tami tried to help Jen along by further stretching her legs and putting her bare feet up on the chairs to each side.  She was almost doing a split.  She then stretched even further and looped her feet around the far posts on the backs of the chairs so that her legs could relax in this position.  Her toes flexed, curling in then out, spreading and clenching, acting as a barometer to the sensations she was feeling.  She took long, ragged breaths in and out, trying to stifle her moans, but they came out under her breath . . . “ohhhhhhh . . . oh . . . ohhhhhhh . . .”

        Jeffrey Dillon looked on, entranced by Tami’s face.  A series of varying emotions played across it like ripple following ripple in a pond.  He also noticed, coincidentally, that her nipples, almost always erect in this cold weather, now seemed hard as rocks.  The size of pencil erasers, they pointed well forward from her firm, 34C breasts like little guns.

        Tami could not bear to see Jeffrey’s gaze, even from the corner of her eye.  She closed her eyes and kept them closed.

        Three minutes went by.  The naked girl was being licked to orgasm in the campus dining hall while someone else watched.  Tami tried to force this thought out of her brain, but as the feelings intensified and her breathing got quicker she found it hard to think clearly or to control her thoughts.  Jeffrey shifted in his chair.  Oddly, he found himself getting an erection.  Well, who wouldn’t, he thought to himself.  You have to be made out of stone not to be turned on by this.

        Tami’s face started to flush.  A fine sheen of sweat formed on her forehead.  “Oh! . . . ohhh . . .”  Her body jerked, then jerked again.  Jen was starting to zero in on her clit.  She was coming to the end now.  Tami felt a rising sensation in her pelvis.

        Tami’s head jerked as Jen pointed at the right spot with her tongue.  A strand of hair fell onto Tami’s forehead.  Tami smoothed it back with her hand and opened her eyes.

        Her eyes then widened in horror.

        Walking purposefully towards them, halfway to their table by now, uncharacteristically out of his business suit on this Saturday but still with an elegant sweater under his long overcoat, was Henry Ross, the college’s lawyer and a total creep.