Tami the Naked Freshman

"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.

Part 9

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."

"What?"

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.

Part 10

"This girl needs warm water, and fast," Marisol said.

"No, no, that's the worst thing," Rebecca said. They were standing around the bathtub in the still-freezing bathroom, all bundled up in winter clothes, as their shivering, naked, hypothermic friend stood in their midst in the tub, clumsily clutching her shoulders, knee-deep in ice water. "She has to be brought up gradually. Even lukewarm water would feel painful to her. Wanda was right." She turned on the cold water faucet. "Tami needs an ice bath."

They figured that Rebecca, a native of this north country, who might know about things like recovering from frostbite, knew what she was doing. And of course so did Wanda, who had only Tami's best interests at heart. Good old Wanda, what a good, protective R.A. she was. They all thought that, as the water rose higher, as the ice cubes ascended against Tami's bare thighs. Wanda wanted Tami to get warm by giving her Jeffrey's coat, then gently tried to postpone this "cold training". Tami would have none of it -- she stayed free of the coat, she subjected herself to being drenched nakedly in the intense cold. You couldn't blame Wanda for any of that.

"Let's help her," Rebecca said. "Take it down easy, Tam." They held their naked friend's unsteady arms and helped her into the ice water. As she sat down in the tub and the water rose up past her breasts, she started gasping heavily, either in shock, or relief, it was hard to tell. Now she grasped the outer sides of the tub with her clumsy wrists, with an open-mouthed stare at the ceiling. A full-body shudder. Then, she finally spoke. "Oh G - g - god. I'm cold!! I'm so c - cold!!"

"Put your head under for a moment," Rebecca said. Tami appeared not to hear. Then she slid back and held her nose and submerged, her knees breaking the water. When she came back up the rime of frost on her eyebrows had gone, and her eyes were more aware of her surroundings. Her face had a more normal expression. She seemed to have awakened. She looked up at her friends. Still shivering, she said, "Anyone . . . want to j - join me? The w - water's f - f - fine!"

Marisol laughed and said, "No thanks, Tami."

Tami smiled a blue-lipped smile and this broke some of the tension. "You are the greatest, Tami!" Jen said, bending over and kissing her on the lips. "Oooh!" She couldn't help recoiling, rubbing her lips after their contact with Tami's chilly skin. Then returned Jen continued her praise. "What a strong naked woman. We should call you Tami the Strong."

"After what Wanda put you through," Terri said, "I can see you walking through blizzards all winter up here like it's nothing!"

"Yes, it seemed cruel, what Wanda did," Rebecca said, "but I see where Professor Kurilenko is coming from. It couldn't have been easy," she mused, "for Wanda, doing all that harsh stuff to you, when she cares about you so much."

"Not too easy for Tami here either," Marisol said. "I wouldn't want someone sticking ice cubes up my butt and into my whatzit!" She shuddered a mock shudder.