Catholic School Girls

For Master Chang,

for teaching me that hugeness

is a state of mind,

then body.

*****

Aimee stumbled into her dorm room, closing the door behind her and locking it securely. Usually she didn’t lock it when she was inside, as a kind of open invitation to the other girls on the floor, but today she just felt like collapsing and didn’t want to be bothered.

It had been one of those days. She had woken up late, hurriedly brushed on what little make-up the strict Catholic college allowed and rushed to class, pulling her hair back behind her neck as she ran. From there it went downhill. She left her papers behind in her hasty departure, leaving all of the day’s assignments behind, along with her notes.

The only bright spot in the day was that her three-thirty class had been canceled. Her teacher was preparing to accept a charity award later in the evening, the banquet was out of town and Sister Reitha had to leave early.

Aimee plopped down onto her bed, relaxing and looked at her reflection for the first time since she woke up. Not as bad as she thought it would be. Her long, strawberry blonde hair was wild enough normally that the few hairs sticking out seemed to look natural. She had never worn much make-up in the first place—she looked good without it. Luckily there were no bags under her eyes like she had feared.

She stood up and stretched, releasing the day’s tensions. She was proud of the body in the mirror before her. She had always been athletic, and exercised almost daily, when she woke up early enough. She was smooth and supple, with well outlined muscles on her arms and legs. Her mother had given her a set of breasts that she had always thought looked out of place on her small, five-foot-two inch frame. They couldn’t be all bad though; the boys looked at her, not her friends, when they went out after school.

She took off her blue sweater and was hanging it up in the closet when she heard the rattle of a key in the door. Her roommate, Suzi, was home. Quickly, Aimee thought of a joke to play on her. Suzi was not expecting her to be home this early. While the key was still turning the lock on the door, Aimee silently slid the closet door closed, hiding herself inside. She would scare the heck out of Suzi when she wasn’t expecting it.

Aimee bent over and watched the room through a small crack in the door. Suzi walked in a moment later. Suzi was one of the girls that all of the Sisters on campus hated instantly. She looked totally out of place at the all-girl, private catholic college. She was five-foot five, one-hundred-thirty pounds and all curves.

Aimee and the other girls teased her about it often while in the showers. Aimee’s own breasts, while good sized, were nothing compared to Suzi’s. While Aimee was soft and strong, Suzi was all tender flesh, from her shoulders to her ankles. She was the other one all of the boys at their brother college stared and gawked at when they went to their sports games on weekends.

Aimee wasn’t jealous of her friend, however. She had overheard the words “hot” and “babe” used frequently to describe both her and her roommate. She had to admit, they were right.

She watched as Suzi threw herself onto her bed and closed her eyes, breathing deeply in and out. Suzi reached up and slowly started undoing the buttons on her sweater, then her starched, white shirt. Aimee wondered why she was unbuttoning her top; she had another class to go to later in the evening. She wouldn’t be changing already.

After Suzi finished unbuttoning her blouse, her hands spread the top wide open, so it hung loosely by her sides. Aimee watched open-mouthed as her roommate undid the clasp on the front of her bra so it hung open with her shirt.

What is she doing? Aimee thought. She watched, mystified as her friend lay on her bed with her shirt wide open, breasts exposed.

Still with closed eyes, Suzi’s hands delicately closed around her breasts, closing tighter as she slid her hands up to her nipples. With her thumb and fore-finger Suzi pinched her dark, tender nipples tightly, pulling her breasts up into the air. She started twisting them and pinching them alternately, while the palms of her hands caressed the rest of her enormous breasts. When she released her nipples, Aimee saw that they stood up straight and erect, almost half an inch high. Blood engorged the delicate tissue, turning her areola a dark shade of brown.

Suzi sighed heavily as she started to knead and play with her breasts again. Aimee watched, at first appalled, then confused by what she saw. She had been raised in a strict catholic fashion and had learned early on that it was not appropriate to touch yourself, especially in the manner that Suzi was. As much as she wanted to close her eyes and block out the scene in front of her, she felt drawn to it. It was something that she had never seen before, had never even really thought of before. She felt her face flush and her body start to shiver uncontrollably as she decided to keep watching her roommate.

Suzi grabbed one of her breasts and lifted it up towards her face, flicking her tongue in and out as she did. Aimee’s jaw dropped open as Suzi started licking her own nipple. She delicately traced it first, and then lowered her lips on to it, gently sucking. Then she sucked it roughly into her mouth, pulling the soft, pale flesh tight. She moaned as she sucked, breathing heavier.