Tami, the Naked Freshman
When the Armor of Christ Scholarship reception was finally over, in mid-afternoon, Tami and her friends, walking out to the portico and hoping for a leisurely walk back to the dorm, found the air much colder and the wind blowing.
"Oh Jesus!" Jen said.
"Shhh!!" Tami said, half giggling. One shouldn't take the Lord's name in vain with so many evangelical Christians about. She was so glad to be out of there, so glad the embarrassment of spread-out exposure was over, that she was kind of giddy. Back among friends.
Jen looked up at the white sky. "Looks like snow."
"Eeek!" The naked girl gasped as the suddenly icy wind stung her breasts. "Let's go!" The three ran out along the path, aiming for Pilgrim Hall, halfway across campus. Jen carried the umbrellas. As they ran Marisol couldn't help but grab her breasts to keep them from bouncing painfully up and down. And Tami, hunched over, arms crossed over her bare nipples, kept laughing and shouting, "It's c - o - o - o - o - l - d!! Aiaiaiai!!" Her feet slopped in a mud hole and got covered with black goo. Playfully, she jumped in a little fountain to kick the mud off, saying, "Water! Cold! Cold! Eeeee!" They were back at the dorm in record time, bursting through the doors, panting gratefully in the warmth of the lounge.
They stomped upstairs and Tami headed straight for the showers. A moment later people passing by in the hall heard the spray of hot water and a girl who sounded like she was having an orgasm, saying, "ohhh . . . ahhh . . . yes!" They knew it was just Tami, getting all the mud off and enjoying the blessed feel of hot water on her defrosting skin.
* * *
On campus there is never anything to do on Sunday night. It is the pit of the week. So in Room 207, Pilgrim Hall, there were seven bored 18-year-old women hanging out, on beds, chairs, on the floor, making jokes about the dining hall food they'd just consumed, and talking about this and that.
Jen and Tami were at their desks in the middle of the room, facing each other. Sitting cross-legged up on Terri's bunk was Dawn, a kind of granola-head nose-ringed girl from Wellesley, Massachusetts. Next to her, in flannel shirt and jeans and stocking feet, was Rebecca, a local girl who was "into Jesus". Sitting on the floor in her pajamas, leaning against Jen's lower bunk, was Marisol. Across the room on Tami's bare bed was Mayree, a heavy-set black girl in a T-shirt and sweatpants; and Shenille, a tall, regal black girl in silk pajamas, playing with the ends of her extensions which had somehow gotten unraveled.
Tami, laughing nervously at Jen's account of the scholarship reception, was leaning over her desk, trying not to let her breasts show. Her legs were together, half-hidden under her desk.
"Yes the clanky rusty armor of Jesus awards," Jen said . . . "Sorry, Rebecca."
Rebecca shrugged tolerantly. "Just because it says, 'Lord, Lord', doesn't mean it is Lord." This puzzled some of them.
"It's all those pompous white man beards on those portraits!" Jen said. "Ever been there?"
"Yes, for a prayer meeting," Rebecca said.
"Where's this?" Shenille said.
"The Joshua Campbell Center," Marisol said, drawing her knees up to her chest. She liked this position; it gave her breasts support. "It's that little stone thing connected to Old Main, near the chapel."
Jen looked at Tami and said, "I can't believe you did a split right in front of that guy's portrait." She turned to the others as Tami forced a smile. "Right under that chandelier, she went upside down and spread her legs so wide he could see right into her woman-land, right down inside her, her open woman cave, all lit up bright and pink! Tami's insides are as beautiful as her outside!"
"Oh, Jen," Marisol said, hiding her eyes. "Toooo much information!"
Jen was undeterred. "I wonder if old Josh " -- with her hands she drew her face into a long, downward-inspecting frown -- "if he could move his face, what he would be like" -- she didn't move her face now except to bug out her downward-looking eyes in surprise. Even Rebecca had to laugh at that one.
This banter was interrupted by the blast of grainy snow againt the big bay window. It was dark now, a short December day, and with the light on in the room they couldn't see what was going on outside. "Oooh," Tami said, feeling a draft on her bare hip. She reached over, hoping no one outside could see, and tightened the old-fashioned iron-framed window by turning the crank.
"Winter's blast," Dawn said. "The earth goes to sleep."
"Our first winter up here," Mayree said. They were all freshmen. "C - o - l - d!"
They watched as another blast hit the windows. Because the lights were on in the room they couldn't see out. A couple of them rubbed their clothed shoulders. Tami scrunched up and rubbed her bare shoulders, with genuine fear.
Now the strains of "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" came from down the hall. "Oh Christ, not again!" Jen said. Bailey, a dippy white girl at the end of the wing, with an equally dippy roommate, had been playing the same CD for a week. It seemed to have only four songs -- Rudolph, "Jolly Old Saint Nicholas", "Jingle Bells" and "White Christmas". She kept on even in spite of the blistering, though jokey, protests on the message board on her door. "Rudolph needs a nose-ectomy!!" Jen had written. "I'm dreaming of a BLACK Christmas!!" Mayree had written. But Bailey just erased the messages and kept on playing the CD. They knew she would keep this up right until Christmas break, in a week and a half.
A knock on the door. "Come in!" Jen said. It was Wanda, their R.A., trying to be nice. "Hi guys, how's it?" She seemed aloof to them, but seeing her unforced smile, maybe they had been wrong. The emotion she aroused in Tami, of course, was quite different. The naked one's heart was in her mouth. Now what?
Tami realized that, leaning over her desk, legs underneath, clutching her shoulders, she was betraying modesty. With great effort she straightened up, thrust her breasts out, and turned her chair outward, casually yet deliberately opening her legs just so. With even greater effort, hiding her cringing shame, she met Wanda's gaze evenly with a smile. "Hi, Miss R.A."
"We're going into the second week of Rudolph saturation," Jen said.
"Well, babies, it's not hurting anyone. And Bailey's a good kid. . . mind?" She was toting the weekly campus paper and sat down at the end of Tami's bed, next to Shenille. She showed the appearance of a motherly presence, as their R.A. and the only non-freshman there. "Can't get those to work?" she said to Shenille.
"No, damn," the displaced African princess said.
"Let me try," Mayree said. As one black girl helped tie the another's extensions, Wanda said to the rest of them, "Welcome to the north country winter." She hopped up and turned off the light. This made the wintry scene outside visible, though they could see only what was illuminated by the light posts on the campus path, themselves blurry in the white noise of the snow. There was an inch or two on the ground and no one was out there. Wind picked up and it sounded like sand hitting the window.
Tami tried not to look. She knew Wanda was doing this for her benefit, showing her the horrors of having to go out there naked. Another attempt to get her to crack -- to admit that nudity was not really her religion, that she had been streaking on a dare. Which would result in expulsion. Tami bit her lip and looked down at her flexing toes framed in front of Mayree's socks in fluffy slippers. Well, if it's me against Wanda, I'm going to win. Or at least that's what she told herself.
Then as if to torture her more, Wanda said, "Oh I forgot Rebecca, you're a native. What's the record cold up here?"
"Twenty-seven below, near Grafton," Rebecca said. "Back in 1973. My uncle was living there then. He said no one could start cars, even after keeping the battery inside. Everyone just stayed inside until the snap was over. Babies got born in houses."
It was Dawn who finally said the obvious. "Tami, I admire you! How you're going to survive running through that snow all winter, I don't know."
"Oh I just know Tami will survive," Jen said, smiling and mischievously nuzzling Tami's bare toes under the desk with her heavily stockinged feet.
"People can run outside naked in hundred degree below weather, you know," Wanda said.
"There's this guy, Professor Kurilenko, in the anthro department," Wanda continued. "Tall shaved head guy, ever see him around?"
There was only one faculty who fit that description. "I've seen him," Dawn said. "Looks kind of scary."
"He isn't, though he might be a little, you might say, chilly," Wanda said with a practiced giggle. "He was stationed at the South Pole and they would streak from their building to the Pole itself, and back, when it was one hundred degrees below zero Fahrenheit." She looked squarely at Tami with a smile. "Can you believe that? One hundred degrees below zero!"
Tami tried to hide her anger. Yeah, Wanda, you would know a lot about streaking! You dared me to streak, and I got caught and paid the price!
After a somewhat awkward silence Marisol said to Tami, "Hey chica. It's all of maybe twenty degrees out. Hot, for you. I've got some suntan lotion you can use." Female giggling among the clothed freshwomen broke the tension. The naked freshwoman tried to laugh along. But a chill colder than that outside seemed to fasten on her heart. Wanda knew about Kurilenko. Already! Tami herself had just heard about his "program" this morning at the reception. "Exercises to help you get through the winter ahead," he had said . . .
Wanda, probably thinking she had gone far enough for now, said, "Welcome to Sunday night in the winter, babies. The deadest part of campus life. . . Tell me, what would you rather be doing now?"
Tami's stomach was rumbling even though she had just eaten an hour ago. She started, bravely, "Eating a burrito. I love Mexican food. But they don't have it here." For some reason she was hungry already, despite having left the dining hall less than an hour ago.
"Yes," Mayree said. "I miss my Taco Bell."
"Ugh! Fast food!" Dawn said.
"No es comida chicana real," Marisol said in Spanish.
"Well then call me common," Mayree replied. "Mild sauce though. I can't take too much spice."
"I can," Tami said, "hot hot hot." She smiled and actually began to forget her condition and enjoy the conversation. Maybe to bug Wanda? "'Mighty Taco', on Chalkstone Avenue, Providence. Their hottest is called 'suicidal'."
"Oh Dios, akkk!" Marisol said. She pressed her knees up to her neck, causing her breasts to bulge out on both sides. They jiggled as her stockinged feet padded a soft drumbeat on the tiled floor. "How can you stand it!"
"Well, Tami can stand a lot of things," Jen said. Her eyes were shining at her naked roommate admiringly, which Tami noticed.
From Bailey's room, "Rudolph" came on again. The girls all sighed in exasperation. And then giggled. Shenille, breaking character a little, gave a fake stage cry. "Torture . . . I'll say anything . . ."
"As for food, I miss falafel and tempeh," Dawn continued.
She smiled at the expected reaction.
"Me, I'd like a leg of turkey at Sylvia's in Harlem," Mayree said.
"Baychester Diner on East Two Thirty Third Street, Bronx," Marisol said. "Best lobster bisque ever."
"I believe," Shenille said, speaking with slightly self-mocking regal composure as her servant Mayree continued to do her hair, "A large Greek salad at Stavros's in Bridgeport would be in order."
A couple of the girls looked at Jen, wondering what she would say. They knew her dad was rich and she had been all over the world. What exquisite Monte Carlo restaurant would she mention? But her pretty African-American face tactfully kept its attention on everyone else's.
"What else do you miss?" Wanda said, the benevolent R.A. trying to get her charges through this boring time.
Again Tami led the way. "Horror movies." This came out of nowhere.
"Oh woman, you have extreme tastes!" Jen said.
Tami smiled, so at ease now that she momentarily forgot her nudity. "I put that on my application to this place. They wanted a list of our likes and dislikes."
"I remember that question," Rebecca said. "I hope they didn't take it seriously. I put that I liked peanut butter sandwiches."
"Well they accepted me to this place, so horror movies must be o.k."
"They're so violent," Dawn said, pointing out the obvious. "A reflection of our society."
"It's all make-believe, and an escape valve," a new voice said. It was Terri, Tami's other roommate, who had just walked in. "Whoa," she said to Jen, " our room has become the Hotel Vermont!"
Terri, as always, was well dressed, except for the Uggs that she wore out of necessity. As she unwrapped her scarf and took off her coat, they saw her long business skirt and tan buttoned-up blouse. Her blonde hair was flecked with bits of snow. "So what corporate boardroom were you just in?" Jen said. Terri was a well-known go-getter and multi-tasker.
"Business Club meeting," Terri said. She posed like a model. "I am now the Vice President! I get to start the coffee machine for the meetings!"
"Oooohhh," everyone said.
"Must be frightening to have that much power," Mayree said, smirking as she did Queen Shenille's hair.
"Anyway, I like horror movies too," Terri said, settling on the bunk next to Marisol.
"The 'Nightmare on Elm Street' series, that was the best," Tami said.
"I like Freddy's sense of humor," Terri said. "Remember that one where he broke that guy's bottle of champagne and was about to slash him with it, and he said, 'Bad year, Dan!'"
"Yes! Yes!" Tami laughed, her breasts jiggling, her bare toes digging into the floor. She even risked looking at Wanda.
"I prefer Chuckie, myself," Terri said.
"Too bad the movies they show here are so moldy," Jen said. She was referring to the Sunday Night Movie Series, in the Student Union. It was an effort to relieve the boringness of Sunday nights. But turnout was low because of the movies shown, mostly old-folks fare like "Meet Me in St. Louis" and "Xanadu".
"Yeah I know," Wanda said. "I'm on the board of that committee, but they always want to play it safe. I've even proposed horror movies, but . . ." She shrugged.
"Fighting the good fight," Tami said, smiling at Wanda, perhaps more in defiance than in appreciation. See! I can get along just fine being naked! Still . . . she took a deep breath and wondered if she really could . . .
A blast of grainy snow at the windows made Tami shudder.
"The 'Saw' movies, though, that was going too far," Terri said.
"Oh God," Jen said, covering her face, cowering for once. "Torture porn! No!"
"They're not so bad," Tami said, suddenly feeling warm again, reaching over, patting Jen's hand playfully. "I've seen two or three. It's just more of the same, with more inventive ideas." She tried not to notice the sensation as her bare nipple brushed against her Calculus III workbook. "There was one where a guy woke up and had to get a key that was implanted behind his eyeball. He had to tear his own eye out with a scalpel."
"Oh Jesus! . . . Tami, you are a piece of work," Mayree said, shutting her eyes and shaking her head, finishing the last of Shenille's unraveled extensions by finger touch alone.
"So what's the movie tonight?" Rebecca said, looking at the clock on Jen's desk. She actually enjoyed the usual fare. "It's only ten minutes to showtime."
"I don't know," Wanda said, shrugging.
"You've got the paper," Terri pointed out.
"Oh right! Duh . . ." Wanda unrolled it from her hand and looked. "Ohmigod! Ohmigod! The apocalypse is arrived!"
"What? What??" everyone asked.
"It's one of the 'Saw' movies!"
Tami hopped up, along with her breasts. "Which one?"
"Saw III. . . seen it?"
"I don't think I've seen that one," Tami said.
"Let's go!" Jen said. "I'll close my eyes at the bad parts."
"You might as well be blind," Tami said. "Thank you Wanda!!"
"I'll go too," Terri said, standing up. "Anyone else?"
"I can't," Wanda said with a shrug. "Too much homework."
No one else was up for it. "Us three then," Jen said. She and Terri got up to the closet for their coats. Tami stood up her naked self awkwardly.
They looked at the window as another blast hit it. Then "Rudolph" started up again.
"Just run like hell, Tam!" Jen said. "If they can do it at the South Pole you can do it here. And it's less than a hundred yards. And anything to get away from Bailey's CD!"
Tami bit her lip again. Then off they went, the muffled clomping of Uggs and the slapping of bare feet disappearing down the hall.
"EEEE!! EEEE!! EEEE!!" The naked freshwoman dashed half-blindly through the sandy blizzard, immediately numb from the cold, yet half-laughing, knowing she would be inside the Student Union in a minute or two, and bathed in the warmth of the support and good humor of her two roommates, who, burdened with coats and hats and scarves and boots, were lagging behind her as her insensate bare feet knifed through the quickly rising accumulation of grainy snow.
The lights ahead, shrouded in a kind of fog at first but then getting clearer and brighter, told her she was almost through it. Finally her hand grabbed the handle of the glass door and, with a huge heave that almost caused her soles to slip on the icy-cold smooth concrete, it opened.
The Student Union lobby welcomed her into its warmth. A clothed person would think it was freezing, with the draft from outside and the inadequate radiators, but to the naked girl just in from the blizzard it seemed warm and almost hot. She found herself standing on the dirty tile, her bare feet squirming on the grit and cigarette butts, and facing the astonished faces of dozens of students, mostly freshmen like herself, standing in front of and around her in their heavy clothes wet with slowly melting snow.
After a long second they applauded! It was the muffled applause of gloved hands, but accompanied by the odd cry of "Yay, Naked Tami!", her recently and predictably acquired nickname.
Tami had not yet learned to be proud of her perfect body, her firm 34C breasts, her concave tummy, thin hips, finely toned butt and legs. She blushed with shame, but knew that Wanda or the Dean must have spies present and she dare not betray the slightest sign of modesty, the slightest move of her hands to cover her breasts or pussy. She instead tried to act like a clothed person, and wrung the snow out of her hair with her fingers.
Now the door flew open behind her, she felt another blast of cold on her butt, and Jen and Terri stomped in, shaking the snow from their boots. "Jesus Clanking Armor of Christ!" Jen said, shaking the snow from her coat like a dog shaking wet fur.
Tami felt tingling in her toes and then her thighs and breasts as sensation came back. She still was catching her breath, intensely conscious of her nipples heaving into everyone's faces. Yet this was not so bad as the spectacle of her Big Bare Catholic Boobs in that room of elegantly attired grownups. These here were kids, just like herself.
With the return of feeling to her thighs she felt something warm running down her legs and for a weird moment thought she was peeing. She looked down to see the thick thatch of impacted snow stuck to her pubic hair. Without thinking she bent her legs open a little, and scooped it out and flung it to the floor. Everyone laughed, at a sight they could never have imagined. Jen and Terri laughed. And Tami found herself laughing too!
A little more relaxed, but still desperately aching for clothes and shoes, Tami got on line and filed into the multipurpose room with the others. Homer, the grounds crew chief, a guy in a wheelchair and baseball cap, had thoughtfully set up a coffee urn that some were taking advantage of. With the wind and snow beating outside on this Sunday night, this little lobby was a solitary cocoon, or outpost, of warmth and civilization. The kids were glad to be here, together.
The multipurpose room had been set up with a big screen and maybe a hundred and fifty chairs, almost all filled up. A little hand-drawn sign said, "Tonight's Film: Saw III". Someone had written "yuck!" under it. Tami, loving horror films, led Terri and Jen to the front row. "No, not so close!" Terri said. "It's the only way to see horror," Tami said. Also, in front she would be mostly hidden from everyone's eyes. All they could see of her from behind would be her bare shoulders.
It took a few moments for Homer's assistant Omar to get the old-style projector going. Meanwhile Terri and Jen took off their coats and flung them on the chairs to either side. Tami was in the middle, parking her bare butt onto the cold metal of the folding chair. After a few seconds her roommates put their coats back on. "Why don't they turn up the heat in this place?" Terri said. "What do you mean?" her naked roommate said, fanning her face with her hand. "It's pretty hot in here!"
They were shushed by the brightening up of the screen, and garbled sound. Then, "oh shit, damn it, man" from Omar behind them. "Awwww," came the general lament, which Tami and Terri and Jen joined in. "Don't worry, folks, I'll get it," Omar said in his thick, good-natured Mexican accent. He had been dragooned by Homer into operating this ancient equipment and knew that Homer now owed him big-time.
Jeffrey Dillon swept by them, with his curly blond hair and long Doctor Who coat, accompanied by his boyfriend Trent, equally tall. "Hey Tam, looking good," he said. As he settled down next to Terri's coat he looked over and said, "Love your boobs sticking out, Dudette. They look like twin towers."
Terri and Jen laughed. So did Tami, as she and Jeffrey, talking across Terri, discussed the little rings he was always adding to his coat. They talked easily, as girls will with gay guys. Odd that while all the straight guys on campus feasted on Tami's nakedness with unspoken lust, only Jeffrey was out loud about Tami's magnificent pulchritude. Meanwhile Jen looked sideways at Tami's breasts, which stuck out straight despite being without a bra for three months. Twin towers indeed!
The screen lit up again and this time it looked for real. "Lionshead Pictures", now the scary logo for the director, and now . . . "Saw III"!
Terri and Jen bit their lips and determined to sit through. This old guy was dying of cancer and looked half dead. Now he's being operated on, without anesthesia. Skull being cut, blood spurting out. A few "ewwws!" from the crowd. Tami ate it up, crossing her legs and sitting back. Jen noticed that she was idly twirling her pubic hair with her fingers, the same casual way someone else would rub a button on her coat, a sign of nervous excitement. A naked person with her own nonverbal language.
Now there's some kind of revenge plot the old guy has cooked up. The lady surgeon was fitted with a collar made up of guns aiming at her head. Tami giggled. "Oh give me a break!" Now, a half-stoned looking guy in a bathrobe waking up in an abandoned factory. It's always an abandoned building in a horror movie, Terri thought. You KNOW something awful is around the next rusted door. She put her gloves back on. It really was cold in here. She looked over to Tami, who was rubbing her shoulders. Tami's feeling it, finally. As the minutes went by -- nothing horrible just yet -- she began to get concerned for her roommate. The light was dim, but she thought she could see goosebumps on Tami's thighs. The bare toes were curled up into the crotches of her knees. The metal chair must feel like ice under her bare butt.
Now the bathrobe guy opened a big metal door and found himself locked in a big freezer. This freezer was really, really cold. He was shivering, breath coming out in overly thick clouds (bad special effects? intentionally exaggerated?) and the air was blue. Must be a deep freezer, way below zero. Terri looked across. Tami had gasped and was hunched over, hugging herself. During a silent moment she could hear her naked roommate shivering. Jen heard it too.
The bathrobe guy turned around and there was a naked woman hanging by her handcuffed hands! She was dead, her hair frozen to her head. The bathrobe guy approached. Her head looked up with a loud crash of nightmare music. She was not dead!
Terri and Jen heard a choking like sound from Tami, hunched over and shivering.
"Help me," the frozen naked lady pleaded. "I'm so cold . . ."
It turned out the key that would unlock her hands was behind some kind of freezer pipe that the guy couldn't reach. And now the lady was sprayed all over with cold water, from nozzles aimed at her from every direction! She yelled with agony as the water froze to her immediately. The water stopped and the bathrobe guy argued with her about something. She tried to speak but her face was half caked with ice. She begged for her life and the guy tried to reach the key again to save her.
Again she got the all-over cold water shower. How cold was it in there? Terri remembered what someone said, who had been in Alaska once, about what happens when it's forty below. Water freezes before it even reaches the ground.
Some guy behind them reflected her thoughts. "It must be forty below in there." Now the ice was so thick that the bathrobe guy looked around and saw the lady's face motionless behind a sheet of ice, eyes open in horror. She must be dead, or maybe just barely breathing. The guy made a final jab and got the key, freezing part of his face off in the process. But when he reached up to try the key the lady's hands, and the handcuffs, were encased in an inch of ice and inaccessible. The lady was dead now, somewhere in a thick sarcophagus of white that had only the approximate shape of a naked, hanging woman. The bathrobe guy sobbed and stumbled out of the deep freezer, the forty-below-zero freezer.
The scene switched to the lady surgeon up in a control booth, with the gun collar on, looking at a monitor of the frozen-dead, suspended lady. Now Tami unwrapped her arms and legs and lurched out of her seat. "Exc - cuse me," she said, crouching down so as not to be seen as she stumbled out to the bathroom.
Shortly after, Terri followed her. A minute later, as Jen tried to deal with another gruesome scene, Terri returned and motioned for Jen to follow her.
They were standing outside the women's room. "That scene really f**ked Tami up," Terri said.
"I could kind of tell."
"She's in there crying."
When they went in they found Tami in the stall. She let them come in and they saw her perched up on the toilet, shivering, hugging herself, rubbing her toes with her fingers as if to warm them. She moaned softly. "Oh -- oh -- oh -- oh"
"Tami, are you all right?" Jen said stupidly.
"Oh - oh - I'll - b-b-b-be o k-k-k-kayyy."
Clearly she was not o.k. What she needed was to be back in her room. But to go through that blizzard again!
Jeffrey and Trent were called in for help. Fortunately when Trent was sent to look outside he saw the blizzard was over. It was cold and still out, with just an occasional gust. "Come on, Tam, we'll carry you back," Jen said in her soft voice. And so the four friends carried their naked friend back over the swirled grainy snow, the treacherous ice patches, her butt in Jeffrey's arms, her head and shoulders in Terri's hands, Jen and Trent holding up each leg. Meanwhile Tami shivered and quaked, her concave tummy heaving up and down, her toes jerking wildly.
Five minutes later Tami sat on her bare mattress, not wanting to touch the cold concrete wall with her back, hunched forward cross-legged, in much the same position as she had sat on the metal folding chair in the multipurpose room. She tried to hide herself, though to the sympathetic eyes around her she seemed to be just trying to get warm.
Standing around her with concern were Terri, Jen, Jeffrey, Trent, Rebecca, Marisol, Dawn and Shenille. The door was open, and out in the hall, a few other girls had gathered in their bathrobes and fluffy slippers. The word had passed around. Naked Tami was freaking out!
"Is there anything we can do?" Rebecca said.
Tami, appearing not to hear, whimpered, "She w-w-was . . . s-s-s-o . . . c-c-c-coldddd. . ."
There was a separating of girls outside and then Wanda, the R.A., walked in. Her face registered shock as she looked down at the cowering naked girl, one of her freshman charges. "What's going on?"
"She was f**ked up by that movie," Terri said.
"I thought she liked horror," Wanda said.
"This was . . . different. It had a naked lady, being tortured with cold."
"Tortured with cold?"
"Hung up naked and sprayed with water in a deep freezer," Jen said, looking at Tami as if she was that lady in the movie, "until she froze to death."
"God almighty," Wanda said, shaking her head, as if never ceasing to be amazed at the outrageousness of horror movies. There was a long moment when everyone looked at Tami and also was waiting for Wanda to say something. Finally she said, "Let's leave her alone. No, Jen, you stay with her. She needs private time."
They went out into the hallway. Wanda closed the door. She looked at all of them and said, "That girl needs to be wrapped up in clothes. Immediately."
Rebecca said, "But it's against her religion."
"Against her religion!" Wanda said in a loud whisper, as if making sure Tami couldn't hear her through the closed door. "Look, I know she's a nice girl, and everyone likes her, but this is just another kid with a crazy idea. I've seen a few in my time as R.A. We had one girl last year, she had really thick glasses, half blind, then one day she declared that Jesus had 'healed' her eyesight and she took the glasses off. She spent all day bumping into things. Then she fell down stairs and almost broke her neck. We had to talk those glasses back on. Didn't force her, just talked her into it. Probably saved her life."
Wanda opened the door a crack and peeked inside. Then closed it again. "This is worse. Much worse."
"It's only a movie. She won't see anything like that again," Terri said.
"Oh but she'll LIVE it. Maybe not forty degrees below zero, but close to it. That dash through the blizzard was just the beginning. There's three months of winter ahead. What's the record low here, twenty-seven below? If she's going to react like -- like that -- pointing her head to the door -- to just a movie, how will it be when she feels that cold for real? You know, the anthro department has set up exercises for her to deal with the cold. I'm supposed to help. But now I see we are headed for a major freakout, a psych ward admission, if this goes on." They were stunned by her words, by the sudden sense that the stakes were very high here. Now she looked over to Jeffrey. "If you don't mind, I'd like you to take that long coat off and give it to her to put on."
"But . . ." Rebecca protested weakly.
"I know, you're a religious type, Rebecca," Wanda said. "But I'm responsible for the well-being of all the girls on this wing, and it's something that has to be done." No one around her could disagree. At the moment Wanda's moral authority was immense. Jeffrey obediently took off his coat. He gave it to Wanda, who gave it to Terri.
"It's better if you do it," Wanda said. "I don't want her to feel threatened, just urged in a friendly way. We'll stay out here. Ask Jen to help. Let me know when she's got it on." Wanda absently took a smart phone out of her bathrobe pocket, as if to check the time.
Terri went in silently with Jeffrey's coat and closed the door. Wanda and the girls outside listened closely.
Wanda, Jeffrey, Trent, Rebecca, Marisol, Mayree, Shenille, Dawn, the others -- the whole crowd waited breathlessly and silently outside the closed door of 207 Pilgrim Hall. No sound came from within. Now some soft murmurings, Jen's voice, low and comforting, though the words were unintelligible through the thick oak door in this old dorm.
Finally Terri came out with Jeffrey's coat. Everyone's shoulders slumped, Wanda's especially. "She won't put it on."
Wanda said, "Did you tell her I wanted her to?"
"I wish you hadn't done that." Terri, normally quite quick, understood that invoking the R.A.'s name made it more like coercion, made it less likely that Tami would accept the coat, less likely to cover her poor naked body, a body that was shivering from thinking of that frozen naked lady in the movie. Terri felt guilty, as if she was helping to condemn her dear friend Tami to a life of shivering nudity instead of clothed warmth.
Terri had a horrible vision of Professor Tami, years in the future, living her life in a freezing glass booth, motorized so she could get around, teaching classes, living at home, going to the beach with friends, who were warm and clothed and happy while poor Tami herself was naked and freezing and shivering.
Wanda exhaled and took charge. "If you don't mind, Jeffrey," she said, taking his coat from Terri and opening the door. She kept the door open behind her and let the others watch.
Tami, curled up in a ball on her bare mattress, holding her toes in her hands, did not seem to react.
"Tam, you've got to put this on. I see you're suffering," Wanda said with as gentle a voice as she could muster.
Tami seemed to freeze up further upon hearing Wanda's voice. She hugged herself tighter and slowly shook her head.
"She's right, Tam," Jen said in her low, soft voice. "I know you're a religious nudist, but you don't have to be naked every minute of every day."
This remark seemed to irritate Wanda, who broke in quickly with, "You have to think of your well-being. I am responsible for you. You need this coat, Tami." She moved closer with it. "Wouldn't you like to feel this warm fur all around you? Think about it. No more dashing through the snow in bare feet."
"Dashing through the snow . . . on a one-horse open sleigh . . ." Damn Bailey and her four-song CD! A couple of the girls stifled a laugh as "Jingle Bells", on cue, once again seeped through the walls of every room on the wing.
Wanda exhaled and closed her eyes, then soldiered on. "No more seeing everyone else bundled up while you're naked and freezing. No more super-cold tingle of snow on your poor bare feet. No more goose pimples on your bare buns. And don't you hate it when everyone can see everything you've got, every little bit of you? Your pussy and your butthole are on full view at all times. While everyone else is all comfy and covered up. Everyone's entitled to their secrets, Tami. You don't have any. You have no privacy, no dignity at all."
Rebecca said, "Wanda, you're going a bit too far -- "
"Shhh! . . . Tami, okay, I respect your beliefs, this new belief you have that you should always be naked. But this is an emergency. You're sick, you're traumatized. Tami Smithers: You WANT and NEED clothes! Right now!"
Tami sniffled and again shook her head.
In a sharper voice Wanda said, "Do I have to call your parents?!"
At this, Tami bolted off the bed and stumbled back to her desk, clumsily hitting the chair at an angle with her butt and it scraped against the floor. She curled up into a ball again, her toes curling over the edge of the chair.
"I accept that you're a religious nudist, and you don't believe in modesty," Wanda said.
With violent jerky movements Tami put her feet down to the floor, straightened up, put her arms down to her sides, and opened her legs halfway. Her fingers and toes squirmed with the strain.
"Well okay then," Wanda said. Though paradoxically she put Jeffrey's long coat onto Tami's desk. It draped down so as almost to touch Tami's foot. Tami gulped and scrunched her toes away from it.
"I'm supposed to be helping out Professor Kurilenko of the Anthropology Department in getting your body used to being naked in the winter," Wanda said with an air of formality. "Tonight was supposed to be the first session. I'm supposed to bring you to the bathtub in the wing bathroom. But if you're not up to it, I will . . . report that."
There was silencd, then for the first time Tami spoke, in a low, croaky voice. "No . . . I'll do it."
Wanda said, "Tami, I don't think you're in a condition to go through with it. It's supposed to last half an hour. I'll just tell Kurilenko, and the Dean, that you're -- "
This caused Tami to shoot up and lurch toward the door. "No -- I'll -- don't tell him -- let's go --" Her eyes were downcast, her breasts jiggling with her shivering. Her fists beat against her hips.
Outside in the black night, the wind picked up again, blowing grains of snow against the old iron-cased windows.
"No, Tam, no." Wanda said.
"She's right, Tam, no!" Jen said. Terri and Jeffrey and some of the others echoed Jen's words.
Wanda said, "I'll just tell them -- "
"NO!" Tami said. "Let's go."
With jerky steps Tami marched out of the room. They heard her bare soles stomp toward the bathroom down the hall. Wanda shrugged and went after her, though she came back to quickly snatch Jeffrey's coat. "Sorry Jeffrey, but I'll keep trying."
"No go ahead," Jeffrey said.
"Throw it on her if you have to!" Terri said.
Wanda disappeared and now they heard the door open to the bathroom. And oddly, from the hall in that direction, along through the open door of the dorm room, they felt a waft of frigid air.
The bathroom door closed and the nine friends stood around in Room 207 in silence. The other girls in the wing drifted away to their rooms. Jen and Terri, whose room it was, sat down at their desks in thought. It was crowded in there, but no one felt like leaving. They all looked at each other, wondering what to say.
"This is very strange," Rebecca said.
"What is Wanda going to be doing with Tami in there?" Terri said, superficially opening up a text and then closing it again. "What is this bit about Kurilenko and getting her used to the cold?"
"He was that bald guy at the reception," Marisol said. "He used to be in Antarctica."
"Yes," Jen said. "Streaking in a hundred degrees below zero, to the South Pole and back."
"God damn!" Mayree said. "What white people do!"
"But why didn't Tami put on your coat?" Dawn said to Jeffrey. "She was f**ked up by that movie, if it's what I hear. Why is she torturing herself?"
"She seems like a normal girl, except for being naked," Shenille said.
"That's a big 'except'," Rebecca pointed out.
"But you know what I mean," Shenille said. "She's not just another weird crazy chick. She's not an exhibitionist. She doesn't show off."
"If anything, she tries not to make anyone notice that she's got no clothes on," Mayree said.
"She's almost what you might call 'modest'," Dawn said.
"Can't you see?" Rebecca said, her eyes brightening with a sudden insight. "There was nothing to stop her from putting Jeffrey's coat on. Nothing to stop her from saying, 'No, Wanda, let's do the cold training thing later.' Wanda tried like heck to cancel it, or postpone it. But Tami was having none of it. She's doing it anyway. In fact she went first, leading Wanda to it. . . Really hard for her to do. Really hard, after being traumatized by that movie. But she's doing it anyway. What you're seeing is a really strong faith."
Jen rolled her eyes. "Faith in what? In being naked no matter how uncomfortable?"
Rebecca said, "I know how you feel about faith and religion, Jen, but that's the only explanation, isn't it?"
Jen shrugged. "I suppose." She looked out at the door. "Strange as it is, I do admire that. I just hope she's all right in there."
Trent, who was in a T-shirt and sweatpants, rubbed his arms. "I feel cold just thinking about that girl."
"Me too," Jeffrey said.
Jen smiled up at him. "You and your 'twin towers'!"
Jeffrey smiled. "That's what her breasts look like. They stand straight out, even with no bra. Even a gay guy notices it. Just call me 'Twin Towers Jeffrey'."
There was a general movement out the door as the friends went to their rooms, some taking the stairs to avoid going past that women's bathroom. This left only Jen and Terri, and Rebecca and Marisol, who sat on Jen's lower bunk.
Marisol, in her usual floppy sweatshirt, hugged her huge breasts together, and flexed her feet in their thick socks. "I'm glad I'm wearing all this," she said. "I hate thinking of her in there, que frio!"
Rebecca said, "Maybe we should go and show our support."
The friends all looked at each other and recognized that Rebecca was right. But they knew what they had to do first. Sheepishly they went for their heavy clothes, Rebecca and Marisol going to their room next door.
They met a moment later at the doorway to 207, their bundled condition making it a crowded convergence. Jen: panties, thermal shirt and long pants, sweater, jeans, thick socks, boots, coat, scarf, ski cap, thick wool gloves. Terri: bra, panties, ski pants, wool blouse, peacoat, earmuffs, riding cap, gloves, socks, Uggs. Rebecca: bra, panties, flannel shirt, corduroy pants, scarf, parka, knit cap, gloves, socks, sneakers. Marisol: sturdy minimizer bra, panties, long-sleeve T-shirt, sweatshirt, jeans, fake-fur full-length coat with a hood, over a scarf that covered her face except for her eyes, fur gloves, wool socks, snow boots. As they clumsily hiked toward the bathroom they were intensely conscious of all the heavy items they were wearing, all the covering they enjoyed that Tami was denying herself.
After a moment's hesitation at the bathroom door, Terri took the lead and pushed it open, right under the "Women" sign.
The arctic blast blew in their faces and made them shiver despite their layers of heavy covering. They turned right, past the six regular shower stalls. As they approached where that old claw-footed bathtub was, they looked around and saw frost forming on the pink wall tiles. And then they turned toward the bathtub.
They found a purple, violently shivering naked girl standing over the tub, her bluish toes draping over the tub's non-skid edges. Her arms were spread out, her white-knuckled hands with a death grip on the oval curtain rods, denuded of curtains, that suspended from the ceiling. She faced the wide open windows from which blew merciless icy gusts from the black night, attacking every inch and crevice of her spread-out nudity.
Hanging from a hook on the wall was Jeffrey's coat, seeming like only inches from Tami's clenched left hand.
Wanda, as bundled up as they were, was to one side, leaning down into the tub, which was half-filled with ice cubes bobbing about in freezing water. With a pan she was scooping up the cubes and water and basting the nude body, now on the shoulders, now on the butt, now on the breasts.
Wanda looked up with a little irritation. She pulled her scarf down past her mouth and said, "We're in the middle of something here."
"Is she all right?" Marisol said through her scarf.
"Of COURSE she's all right," Wanda said. "Kurilenko gave me detailed instructions." Not wanting her nose to freeze, she pulled her scarf up again. In a now muffled voice she said, "There is no danger."
"P - p - p - p - " Tami's violent shaking made it hard to make it out, but it looked like she was trying to say something.
Terri boldly stepped forward and around, so that she looked up past Tami's jiggling breasts and her rock-hard nipples up to her face. The naked girl's eyes alternated between being squeezed shut and being opened slightly with a dull gaze forward. Outside the open windows was another dorm, Rankin Hall. With the bright lights on in this bathroom, Tami's spread-out form was easily visible face-on to the dozens of students in Rankin who were no doubt observing from the comfort of their warm dark bedrooms.
Terri said through her scarf, "Tami, are you trying to say something?"
Tami closed her eyes and with great effort said, "P - p - p - plllease . . . g - g - g - g - go. . ." It took several breaths from her quaking concave tummy before she could get it out.
Despite Tami's wish her friends felt, so to speak, frozen to their spots. They took in the scene and began to notice more nuances of her torture. Her skin was either reddish (shoulders, back, breasts), or purplish (face, arms, legs, butt cheeks), or bluish (fingers, feet). As Wanda ladled ice over Tami's head they could see crystals of ice in her dark red hair. Her eyebrows were rimed with frost. Her reddish breasts were tight with the cold, the nipples tiny hard purple pebbles. Tami's toes flexed slowly as if trying in their lethargic way to get sensation back. Her abundant pubic hair dripped with the icy water, which because of the relentless shivering, shot forward and back like a little crazy sprinkler. Her tightly muscled buns shivered and shook.
A door opened and they heard the hard New York accent of Sharon in the distance. "What the f**k! It's f**king cold in here!!" bounced off the freezer-like walls.
Wanda exposed her mouth. "Use the bathroom downstairs, Sharon!" The door slammed shut and Sharon was gone.
Now Wanda, her face covered again, risked exposure to her hands by taking off her gloves. She bent in front of Tami and fished up an ice cube, rounded from being in the water. She ran it into each armpit. She reached up and noodled it between Tami's fingers, then bent down to separate Tami's frozen toes and run it between them. As the friends watched with widened eyes Wanda took another rounded cube and ran it along Tami's pussy lips. Finally she separated the pussy lips and slipped the new cube inside. Tami's body lurched back sharply, almost losing its footing. Wanda slipped another cube in, then another. Tami gave a full-body shudder and then shouted. "Oh - oh - oh - ohh!" As if she was trying to expel the cubes, or maybe crush and melt them with her internal muscles.
A frozen gale blew in from the Arctic, hitting Tami's naked body face on. The friends, their heavy clothing creating wind resistance, were pushed back.
Now Wanda came around behind Tami. "Bend forward!" she said loudly in her muffled voice. Tami did so and Wanda spread the naked girl's butt cheeks. Her friends saw the tight asterisk of her butthole, surrounded by a little ring of brown skin. Wanda picked up another little cube and pushed it inside! Tami's legs wobbled wildly. "Ohh -- ohhh -- ohhh!" Wanda slipped in a larger cube now, then a still larger one. The rubbery purple legs danced left and right to the extent they could without dislodging the bare feet clutching the edges of the tub.
"Jesus," Jen said quietly. She looked at a patch of water that had splashed onto the sill of the tub, near the faucet. Or at least it once was a patch of water. Now it was frozen into a patch of ice. The friends, heavily bundled, thought miserably of Tami's total nakedness utterly exposed to the cold, every pore and crack of her bareness, unable to hide from the full blast.
Wanda went to the front and fed some more ice cubes into Tami's vagina. The naked girl's eyes bulged out into the black night, and into the faces of the spectators in Rankin Hall.
It was at this point that the door opened and clumpy male footsteps approached. It was Justin, the dorm director, a big amiable guy with a beer belly, though now he was in an unaccustomed state of pique, having been complained to very loudly by Sharon.
A gust of wind from the window almost blew Tami over and almost blew Wanda into the tub. Justin had to talk loudly to make himself heard. "Wanda . . . Tami . . what is going on here? Can you shut the damn window??"
Wanda put her gloves on, which gave her time to think. "Hi Justin," she said offhandedly, "we're just getting Tami used to the winter."
The gust blew itself out and Wanda could speak more quietly. "Professor Kurilenko's program. I'm supposed to help with short sessions like this. Didn't you get the e-mail?"
Justin got dozens of e-mails from the college every week. Most were stupid bureaucratic notices. He convinced himself he'd seen something about Kurilenko. "Oh that. . . Well are you done? We need the bathroom. Downstair's clogged up again. And Tami," Justin said, coming around to where he could look up at her, "everyone in Rankin can see you like this. You could be more, uh, discreet, can't you?"
Tami tried to nod, hard to make out in the raucous chorus of her many quakes and shiverings.
"We're uh, we're about done," Wanda said. This satisfied Justin and he left. The bundled up friends continued being mute watchers of this scene. "Okay, Tami, that's it for this session." She gave one last look at the opened window, sighed, then turned the cranks on each side to shut it. "You can step down. Here, I'll help you."
Tami felt it hard to move her frozen body but she unclenched her hand and gave it to Wanda, who tried to help her down. Tami moved like she was a hundred years old and as she loosened her other hand she lost her footing at last. One bare foot plunged into the bobbing ice cubes, then the other. Her legs, standing in the tub, shook like a sapling in a strong wind.
"Why don't you take an ice bath," Wanda said offhandedly. "Here." She turned on the cold water faucet. "It won't feel cold to you, not now."
Then she passed Tami's friends on the way out. "Show's over. A little shorter session than it was supposed to be, but it went all right." Before she exited the door she said, "Good job, Tam. I admire you for going through with this tonight. Next session is Tuesday. Much colder and longer of course. Oh," she said, quickly walking back in and snatching the long coat from the hook, "I should give this back to Jeffrey."
After she left the friends gathered around the tub and their naked friend, who was still purplish and shivering and apparently still unable to speak, looking down at the rising ice water as it approached her bare knees.
"She can't take any ice bath now," Marisol said, shuffling around in her heavy coat to turn the cold water faucet off. "She needs this." Turning on the hot water.
"No wait," Rebecca said.
End of part 5
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