Note: This is a fun, light tease about the reluctance to be seen naked. Not too much sex.
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"Girl, it's game day. Get your blue out!"
Jackie was the name of the girl speaking, and she was an attractive college freshman, standing by her bed with hands on her hips and staring at her new roommate; a roommate who was sitting on the floor of the dorm room, cross-legged, not looking back at her. Jackie's arms made dark triangles sticking out from her slender, athletic body as she showed her frustration; but the smile showed that it wasn't too serious.
"Blue out...?" said the other girl, the target of this barrage. Her voice was hesitant. The college experience had been a lot for her to handle already, her brain filled with an endless list of requirements from classes, the dormitory, clubs, things she still needed to buy that she didn't bring from home, and more. She was a young woman with a lot of energy but it seemed that every new situation this week brought with it more things she was supposed to know, or do, or have already done, and she was on the edge of being overwhelmed.
"Carolina Blue, girl! Get with the program!" Jackie said in an exaggerated voice.
The sitting girl was named Alison, and she sighed at the pile of rumpled clothes she'd emptied from her suitcase three days ago when they'd moved into the second floor of the student dorms on the UNC campus. It had been a blur since then and she hadn't even had time to sort out her clothes and hang them up properly or fold them into the little dressers like the good girl her mother raised.
She frowned as she looked at the mess. Surely somewhere in all of this stuff either she or her mother had packed something with the approved shade of blue, right? She picked through her pile, fingering a cream colored bra, then a gray T-shirt, and then some black tights.
Jackie watched her, shaking her head, and teased, "Girl! You going to be the only girl in a stadium of fifty thousand people not wearing the right color?" The "thousand" came out with dramatic emphasis.
A third young woman popped her head into their dorm room from the hallway, out of breath. "What up, dudes? We've got to go in like--" she looked at her phone. "Ten minutes! Jesus. We really got to go. Davy's bringing the tickets. You ready?"
Jackie shrugged at the pile-of-clothes disaster in progress and shook her head. "Problem alert: we need something Carolina Blue for Miss Don't-know-what-the-fuck-is-happening-today."
The doorway girl raised her eyebrows with her finger in the air, thinking. "Uh... sure. Hang on. I've got something that will fit you. Wait--" she added as she noticed the bra Alison was holding and pointed to it, shaking her finger eagerly. "Put that on, to start with. I'll bring the jersey to go on top. It'll be sexy, trust me."
Alison wasn't sure of this plan, uncertain if this Carolina-blue jersey would cover enough of her torso for the very public outing to a crowded football game. She looked to Jackie for moral support. "Only the bra? Really?"
"What are you worried about, girl? You're packing under there. It'll look good showing a little bit of your underclothes," Jackie sassed and then nodded for reassurance. "Anyway, Taylor knows the fuck she's talking about, fashion and all."
The "blue-out" football game was the first of the season. It was never much of a real game of interest to actual fans of the sport, but that was irrelevant. The point was it was the first chance for tens of thousands of students to wear their school colors and get into the college spirit, and of course mingle with all the other young people out there newly inhabiting the campus after a long summer off. The hormones were running strong.
Alison was excited but also on edge as she had been about everything since her parents dropped her off onto the dorm steps with a slap on the back and a "good luck in college" farewell. The transition happened too fast for her, and she was lucky that her roommate Jackie was outgoing and took the shy girl under her wing, in this case scoring football tickets with her friends; and including her. Alison must have missed some form or app option to get into the game, she didn't have any recollection of it--she was always missing stuff like that--but it didn't matter now. It was all set for her to go.
As long as she could find the appropriate clothes.
She closed the door to the hallway and turned away from Jackie in a bit of shyness so she could strip off her top and put on the cream bra, as instructed.
But before she had finished Taylor burst in again holding a light blue fabric in her hands. How did she get to her room and back so fast, Alison wondered as she finished snapping her bra and adjusting it around her torso.
Taylor looked in admiration. "Blue out? Damn, girl! Maybe they should call it the 'tits out' game!" the girl said as she walked over, pointing to Alison's chest and throwing the jersey at her, and then she laughed. "Fuck, girl, that's going to look fly."
Jackie came over and put her chest next to Alison, aiming them both at the small dorm room mirror above the desk. "Look at those Carolina Blue eyes, too!" she said in a sassy voice and Alison gave a small smile. Alison had always been happy with the gray-blue color of her eyes, and was glad by chance that it matched the University's color scheme.
The three girls finished prepping and preening themselves for the next few minutes. Damn, Alison thought, they really were hot college cuties, all three of them; it was no lie. The powder-blue color was amazing in contrast against Jackie's jet black smooth skin, and not bad against the two white girls, either, who had more curvy figures. Taylor especially had some big titties that were going to catch eyes. Alison's jersey hung loose and when she turned to either side she noticed that a generous amount of her side-bra-boob showed, but at least the bra wasn't transparent, she thought with relief.
Wearing this in public would be a bold move for Alison but she hoped that with her new friends by her side that she could swing it for the day and not become too self-conscious. She was already all too aware of her ass. She wasn't fat in any way, her stomach one could even call lean in fact, but she had her mother's genetics and big hip bones or something, along with a generous amount of padding back there, combined with her small waist, and her ass bulge was definitely noticeable. She was wary of adding a bare bra to that look to be even more noticed out there among the students.
They met their ticket-boy Davy in front of their dorm, Taylor picking him out across the way from a sea of blue-adorned college kids of all types, some hot looking and prepped for a social day and others schlumpy but going anyway with their friends or even by themselves. The excitement of game day was palpable among the students, helped along by a fair amount of pre-game drinking that had been happening all morning across campus. A few students were in too deep already and Alison noticed the other students carefully avoiding them and their erratic outbursts, so she did the same. She hoped it didn't get too crazy as the day went on.
A row of students with painted torsos were had lined themselves up against a small railing. The guys were all shirtless and the girls had sports bras with the paint going right up and over the fabric. It was fairly chaste but still a hint of sexy to see the young bodies on display. Letters had been written on their stomachs in a big block white font. The one who seemed to be the organizer of this thing was cursing because what showed when they lined up were the letters C-A-R-H-E-E-L-S.
Taylor giggled. "I guess someone thought it was going to be CAROLINA but someone else thought it was TARHEELS, right?"
Davy stared at the three coeds when he got close enough to see them clearly. He burst out with enthusiasm, "Fuck, guys! Jesus fucking Christ, you three have got to be the hottest girls on campus. Taylor, where'd you find these two?"
She blushed, obviously a willing participant to be deep under Davy's spell. It's true that he was an extremely handsome guy--one of the most striking Alison had ever seen--tall and athletic, like a movie star, and a little older and more confident than the three freshmen, so it was no wonder Taylor had caught his magic. "They're my hallmates, silly," she said to him, embarrassed at his comment. "They're just the regular girls, you know."
Davy's face went blank suddenly. "Taylor, shit! I didn't think of it before. You want me to get tickets for BONO for you guys? It's tonight, after the game."
The girls looked at each other. Alison had no idea what he meant and she could tell from the other girls' reactions that even though they were trying to cover it out of pride, they also didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. But they knew Davy was a man about campus, with the connections to the best Greek houses and whatever else a dude needed to be the "it" guy. Probably money, Alison thought, cynically, in one form or another; but he didn't seem to be a bad guy.
Whatever this party was, if Davy talked about it that way, the girls knew it would be the place to be after the opening game of the season and the first week of school. By their reactions, Taylor and Jackie were convinced already. Alison wasn't as sure, but she was intrigued.
Davy gushed some more. "It's got to be sold out by now, but I can try to sponsor you. I'll talk Charles into making an exception." He whistled again, taking in the image of these three college cuties facing him, all made up so pretty and so eagerly looking up at him, smiling. His mind started to race. "Fuck... it would be really hot."
The shuttle pulled up and the four friends piled on along with the dozens of other students around them, whoever could maneuver themselves towards the door, laughing as they playfully pushed each other in line and up the bus steps, packing into the seats and singing the UNC fight song. Alison smiled at all the commotion and silliness as she was jostled around. She was in general a quieter and more reserved young woman but it felt good to let go and be pulled along into a celebration like this. She had never partied much, she didn't really know how to do it in the way that she heard other people in high school talk; it would be hard for her to let down her guard if she didn't have a group around her to break the ice.
Someone shouted a little too loudly at the front of the bus and Alison thought about the drunk kids earlier and was mulling over if she would try alcohol herself, for instance at this BONO party, when a face she recognized plopped down into the seat next to her. The other girl spoke first.
"Alison, right?"
"Yeah. Wait, you're from the thing, right? The homeless thing?"
"Yep. Thursday night. We talked at the booth. I'm Madison." Alison nodded in response.
It already seemed like weeks ago. It was the night after Alison arrived at the dorm, and a collection of special interest groups held a little fair in the grassy area between the buildings to interest new students in getting involved with each of their causes. When she was in high school Alison had cooked for her church, helping her mom feed the local homeless, so in that typical search for something familiar amidst all the newness of the campus she found herself wandering over to the "Help the Homeless" booth and striking up some conversations. She remembered this girl as a likable, outgoing character.
Madison gestured to Alison's outfit. "You figured out the right clothes I see!"
The freshman nodded and smiled. "Well, my dormmates helped me. To be honest, I was pretty clueless."
"It looks good." Madison looked down at the powder blue jersey which only partly covered the bulge of Alison's cream bra. "Really good," she added, staring harder at Alison's curves.
