Yes, Sarah has inspired him

Slowly things return to normal. Once it becomes clear that Sarah has said all she has to say the students and faculty get on with their days. And once it’s clear that no other women are going topless any time soon, the remaining men gradually lose interest. They’ve already got the photos after all. But Sarah hopes she still has John’s interest.

She turns to face him as confidently as she can manage. She almost faints when she sees him openly ogling her naked breasts. The sense of relief is so strong that she knows she can’t hide it from her face. But she also knows there’s no chance he will notice her facial expression any time soon.

My eyes are up here but his are exactly where I want them.

Ashley gets up from his lap, pouting. She knows that she’s lost. Rosa is sulking on the ground by his feet. With a tit-swinging sway of her whole body, Sarah walks back to them and hands John his lighter.

“Thanks,” she says. He hasn’t looked away from her chest once, he just grabs for it blindly so she has to place it in his hand.

Just when her victory seems assured, though, Rosa stands up and sighs.

“I don’t know where you find all that confidence, girl. I mean, if I didn’t shave my pits I wouldn’t go around raising MY arms up like that.”

What little colour there is in Sarah’s face drains. Her hands instinctively move up to cover the small patches in her underarms. She can see John has taken notice, though.

“I guess that’s the Feminist thing, right? Never using a razor?” he says it in a mocking tone.

Shit! How can I salvage this?

“It’s...” she starts, her voice wavering, “...it’s a rejection of socially induced beauty standards and... a statement on body positivity...”

“That’s so totally gross,” adds Ashley, hoping to undermine her as well. “Girls who call themselves Feminists are always telling me not to take care of my grooming like that. For real, you can’t be a Feminist and not be hairy all over, I swear.”

John considers that for a moment.

“So it’s not a choice?”

Sarah feels herself at a loss for words. He keeps on going.

“That doesn’t sound very Feminist. Seems to me that a true Feminist would at least try something once to see if they liked it before deciding to never do it.”

She sees a chance to right the ship.

“That’s a good point. Thank you for helping me,” I can’t believe I’m about to say this, “be a better Feminist.” Her stomach almost sends her lunch up the wrong way. But she presses on. “In fact, I’m going to go do that right now. Today’s the day I’m going to take control of my own body and CHOOSE to shave my armpits.”

“Good for you. You go girl!” John says in the most patronizing way.

I still need to pull him in. How? Another brilliant idea hits her.

“You know, John, since I haven’t done this before I could use some help. From someone with a lot of experience with a razor and shaving cream and all that.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“What kind of help exactly?”

“Someone to make sure I don’t miss a spot. And maybe some safety tips so that I don’t nick anything important.”

“In your armpits?”

Sarah leans in close and whispers, “That’s not the only place I haven’t shaved before.”

His eyes go wide in realization. John quickly gets to his feet and puts his arm around her. “I’d be happy to offer my expertise on the matter. Goodbye you two.” He barely looks at either of them as he leads the redhead away.

Oh crap, have I just dug myself into a deeper hole? Sarah thinks to herself. No. This is what must be done. For Feminism! I have to prove this point to my friends so they see how much better their lives would be if they followed my example. And if that results in me getting all of John’s attention, then so be it.

As the pair walk away she puts her hands at the small of her back. Then she raises her middle fingers up and aims them at her friends. John doesn’t see though, he’s paying attention to the way her tits bounce with every step.

“Oh, this isn’t the way to my dorm. I’m in Henneck Hall. East,” she says, pointing.

“But Cord Gym is up this way. It’s closer,” he tells her as though she wouldn’t know, “and I’m sure we can borrow any supplies you need from the men’s basketball team. Their practice ends soon, so they can let us into the locker room and showers.”

Sarah gulps.