Sarah Frees the Nipple

Sarah relishes her inspired brilliance. If John won’t believe that I’m submissive or a bimbo, she thinks to herself, then I just need to find something alluring that he WILL believe. She looks around to make sure this area of the campus will work. They had come to a stop by one of the outdoor tables in the main quad when John first drew them over. Their backpacks lie in a little heap to one side, forgotten. The Student Union is to the left, the main library to the right. Lots of students walking around plus some faculty too. This should do.

Ashley keeps prattling on in her newly adopted ditzy persona. “You see, umm, it’s like this? So I’ve got, y’know, a double-major with Business and Law. Whatever. But I was, like, thinking should it be the other way around? So like, Law and Business. ‘Cause that’s totally better sounding right? What do you think? Is it gonna be, like, a real bummer to get it changed?” Oh brother.

Rosa, meanwhile, has kneeled down next to his feet and is gazing up at him in hopes of drawing him away from the blonde on his lap. What the fuck she’s actually kneeling!?! John’s eyes are starting to drift down. Now or never!

“Hey John, do you have a lighter I could borrow?” Sarah asks. She has her suspicions about him showing up late to class with red eyes. She can’t stand this sleazeball.

But she can’t stand to lose to her friends either.

John pulls a cheap plastic one out of his pocket and hands it to her without looking away from the other two women.

“Thank you,” is all Sarah says. Then she lifts her tank top over her head and places it carefully on the backpack by her feet. Then she deftly unhooks her bra and shucks it off her shoulders. With her firm breasts swinging freely she holds her bra as high above her as she can manage. Already a few people are watching her.

She turns on the spot so all around her can see as she ignites one cup of the bra shouting, “End the patriarchy! End the sexist criminalization of women’s bodies!” More and more eyes focus on Sarah. “Free the nipple!” To emphasize her point she shakes her breasts from side to side. Her areolas are so pale that they can hardly be seen in the sunlight.

There are a few claps and cheers, mostly from women. There are also some cameras being held up, mostly by men. Sarah can feel her face start to flush but she pushes through. It doesn’t matter if this moment is made permanent. It doesn’t matter if a bunch of random men are ogling me. It just matters if ONE man is ogling me.

She hasn’t dared to look at John yet. She decides to end with a flourish to make sure he pays attention. She feels that if she can beat her friends, with their dirty tricks of playing submissive or stupid, then she will be making a point about the strength and value of Feminism. Yes, this isn’t really about him. It’s about proving that you don’t need to **** yourself to attract a man. Or arouse a man. Or get his big, thick cock throbbing at the sight of you, ready to pound you until you scream in orgasmic bliss! That last thought thrills her.

That thrill and the cool air have made her nipples hard.

“No one bats an eye when a man takes off his shirt in public. But a woman or femme-presenting non-binary person doing the same thing is called a slut. I will not stand for that kind of misogyny.” Her hand drops the ashen remains of her bra onto the ground just as the flames lick at her fingertips. “And I will not put my top back on until all genders are free to be bare above the waist on this campus!” Oh crap that’s a big commitment. Have I gone too far?