tough chica

      “This was my old boyfriend and his dog,” Marisol said in her thick hispanic accent, pushing back her black hair and adjusting her bra in front with a hefty yank.  She was standing next to her desk, trying to decide whether to put the picture in the unzipped backpack in front of her or in the trash can next to the desk.  She decided to keep it.

        Sitting on Marisol’s bed, Tami looked up at her.  Marisol was a tough chick.  Maybe she had to be because of the way she was.  Marisol had the biggest breasts on campus.  When guys whistled at her, which was often, she would promptly give them the finger.  Maybe Tami should start doing that.

        Tami looked at the other girls in the room.  Rebecca was carefully arranging her books in a small suitcase.  Most of the books seemed to be either bibles or books about religion.  Jen was taking clothes from the closet and folding them.  Tami’s job had been to clear all the stuff out of the dressers.  It was not easy.  Handling Marisol’s huge 36F bras or Rebecca’s collection of scarves, Tami felt chills when the fabric brushed against the bare skin of her breasts or thighs.  She had the terrible urge to slip them on, though she would look pretty ridiculous in one of Marisol’s bras.

        But now Tami’s job was finished and she sat on Marisol’s bed watching the others.  Her legs were crossed, arms folded over her knees.  The only thing one could really see were her shoulders.  Tami smiled at the irony.  When she was sixteen, she bought a tube top and wore it to a party.  She could feel every boy’s stare on her bare shoulders.  She was so embarrassed that she never wore a tube top again.  Now look at her!

        In a few minutes everything was packed except the few items Rebecca and Marisol needed to get through finals week.  Sitting in the center of the room were Rebecca’s suitcase, various little bags, and Marisol’s big stuffed backpack.

        “Thanks muchachas,” Marisol said, dipping a teabag into her cup.  The four girls were sitting around sipping.  “We just have to wait for Jed and Ryan.  Those guys can carry the heavy stuff.”

        Nobody said anything for a few minutes.  Marisol looked out the window.  The snow had stopped and the sun had come out.  She looked at Tami.  “It must be hard going around naked when it’s so cold.”

        Tami sipped her tea and shrugged.  “If I’m not out for long it’s not so bad.”  She remembered walking out in the blizzard that first time.  That was the worst, probably.

        “So is this your religion or something?” Marisol said.  “Being naked?”

        Tami looked at Jen and then nodded.

        “Brrrr!!” Marisol said, shaking, her huge breasts wobbling ponderously.  “Why do you do it?”

        Tami thought for a second and said, “I really can’t explain it.”

        “That’s true faith,” Rebecca said.  She was sitting at her desk and put her tea cup down.  “If you don’t have faith, no explanation is possible.  If you DO have faith, no explanation is necessary.”

        Tami had noticed that Rebecca was always friendly to her and supportive.  This had been a surprise.  Rebecca was a born again Christian and Tami assumed she was very conservative and would be offended by a girl walking around naked.  But Rebecca was very smart and spent a lot of time reading theology.  She was too complicated to be pigeon-holed.

        The phone rang.  Marisol got up and answered it.  “Oh come on . . . can’t you get Luis . . . well O.K., we’ll figure something out.”

        Hanging up the phone she turned to Rebecca.  “The guys can’t come.  Their car won’t start.”

        Rebecca thought for a second.  “Why don’t we just carry it over.  It’s only a fifteen minute walk.”

        “Yeah but look at all this. . . It would take two trips.”

        Jen said, “I’ll help you.  I want to see this new place anyway.”

        “That’s still not enough.”

        Tami thought quickly.  She looked outside.  It was icy and below freezing but there was little wind and the sun was out.  She guessed that this was do-able.  “I’ll help.”

        The three girls looked at her.  Jen said, “Tam, it’s below freezing out.”

        Tami thought again.  Could she really do this?  Then she figured that if she carried something heavy she would generate more body heat.  “I’ll take the backpack.”

        “I’m warning you, it’s heavy,” Marisol said.

        Tami held her arms up like a muscle builder, though because this caused her breasts to wiggle, the girls didn’t look at her arms.  “I’m an athlete.  I can do it.”  She couldn’t really believe she was doing this but for some reason she felt real gung-ho.  She got up and hefted the backpack over her shoulders, slipping her arms through the straps.  She almost tipped backwards but then caught her balance.  Hooking her thumbs under the straps, legs two feet apart, bare feet braced against the floor, she looked at her friends and said, “How do I look?”

        Jen came over, laughing, and hugged Tami’s face.  “Tam, you are just too much.”

        Tami looked out the window again.  “It sure is bright out there.  My religion doesn’t forbid sunglasses.  Anyone got any?”

        Rebecca came over and fitted some square-looking, very unstylish shades onto Tami’s face.  Then she stood back with the others.  They looked at Tami’s breasts squashed into a cleavage between the straps, her concave tummy, the pubic hair lit from the reflection of the snow outside, the muscles in her bare legs, and her toes flexing and unflexing against the tile floor as her heavy load shifted slightly to and fro.

        Finally Rebecca said, “You look like the president of Campus Nudist Backpackers for Christ.”

        With one more giggle the girls got the rest of the things and moved out.  They marched out of the dorm into the bright winter sun, Rebecca and Marisol in front, Jen and Tami behind.  Jen had been right.  Tami could feel her nipples, fingers and feet getting numb.  It was c - o - l - d!