I got a call from Ruth. She’d heard from her mother that I had access to a truck and she was in need of something and someone to help her move from her dorm room to an apartment she was subletting from another girl. Seems the other girl had to drop out of school because she got pregnant. Now, isn’t that just stupid? Like a girl can’t be pregnant and go to school. Sheesh!!

Anyway, she asked if I could help her. I spoke with Nils, and, again, he was busy, but he tossed me the keys to the truck, and the next thing I knew, I was headed for Ruth’s new place.

She greeted me from behind the door, her head sticking out. She invited me in and I found out why she was behind the door: she was wearing only a tattered pair of gym shorts. “It’s a little bare in here,” she said. “I just got the place cleaned up for moving in, so there’s lots of room. Can I take you on a little tour?”

I said “Sure,” and she gave me the nickel tour. There wasn’t much, not that I expected a whole lot more, but it was pretty bare and basic. When we reached the bathroom, I realized that I had consumed too much coffee and asked if I could use the facilities. I noticed that there was only a towel and a roll of toilet paper in the room, nothing else.

I stood there, waiting for Ruth to leave, but she just stood there. “Want me to go first?” she asked. She whisked off the shorts and I found out there was no underwear for her to shed. She just sat there, grinning up at me. It wasn’t but a couple of seconds later I heard the “shhhhhhh” of her pee and the burble of the stream hitting the water.

OK, I wasn’t used to being in the bathroom when other people were peeing. Maybe Nils and I shared the bathroom at the same time, but it really wasn’t the same thing. “See,” she said, “nothing to it.” Hearing her piss hit the water really put pressure on my bladder, and by the time she was done, I was fairly hopping! She took only a couple of squares of toilet paper to dry herself. She stepped out of the shorts and gestured for me to take her place.

Well, I wasn’t going to let her get the best of me. We might be friends, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t a bit competitive. I looked at her squarely, hooked my fingers into the hem of my skirt, lifted it a little, and just sat right down. In the process, I kicked her shorts off to the side. She got a bit of grin on her face and I glared at her as I let it go, but the relief I felt as my bladder emptied was too good to be angry with her. I took a couple more squares than she did, patted myself dry and stood up, my skirt falling into place. She reached over and pushed the handle that flushed the toilet, then turned to me.

“I don’t know about you,” she said, “but I’ve never had a shy bladder. It must be from growing up in a nudist household. Never a closed door anywhere in the house!”

I could only nod. How could I tell her that hearing her pee, after my bladder was empty, made me wet, and not with the pee? Hmmm. I’ve never explored some of the nasty aspects of sex. Maybe????

I looked at her shorts and she saw me looking. “Yeah,” she said. “These shorts have seen better days, haven’t they? They are pretty ragged.”

“Yes,” I said. “I hope they weren’t torn up by a dog,” I said, thinking of Amber’s claws. She had ripped a hole in a pair of stockings I had. She hadn’t meant to, but her claws were always out there. Ruth’s shorts were pretty thin and didn’t look like they could stand much more of a beating.

“Naw,” she answered. “They got caught up in the agitator in a washing machine in the dorm. The washing machines here are supposed to be ‘state-of-the-art’, or at least I’m hoping they are. I can’t afford to have much more of my clothing chewed up. I even had one of my skirts shrink because the dryer setting couldn’t be changed!”

I commiserated with her about laundry disasters; after all, I’ve had a few of them myself. We proceeded from the bathroom to the kitchen. It fairly gleamed it was so clean! The broom, dust pan and mop all stood in a corner, awaiting their next assignments. There was plenty of space to prepare meals and lots of cupboards. The refrigerator was stainless steel and I opened it to see how big it was. Inside, there was only an orange. I mean, the fridge was very clean, but instead of milk, eggs, butter and, well, food, there was only this orange. She picked it up.

“Not much of a meal,” I said.

“Nope,” she said. “We can share it later. A girl in the dorms once told me that the skin of an orange felt exactly like the skin around an asshole! What do you think? Come on, touch it!”

Once again, there was a challenge in her voice. So, I reached out and touched the orange. Interesting that that should be the only food in the refrigerator, considering some of the paintings Nils has made of her and her mother. “Maybe,” I said. “I haven’t touched that many assholes in my life.” She giggled at this. “Oh,” I continued, “Nils, when he found out that you now have an apartment, wants to loan you a few of his paintings to decorate your apartment. What do you think?”

She got a big smile on her face. “That would be just awesome,” she said. “Maybe the one with my mother and the orange,” she said, holding the fruit up in front of her. “I know just where I’d put that!”

She turned and walked out of the kitchen and I followed. The next stop was the bedroom. The bedroom connected to the bathroom, a very nice en suite, if you will. I don’t know why we didn’t come here first, but I’m glad that I had been able to pee. The bedroom was a nice size, but what made the bedroom very good, in my opinion, was the size of the closet. It was a complete walk-in, not something you might expect in housing in a college town.

“OOOO, I love the closet!” I exclaimed when I saw it. Problem was, there was only one hanger in the whole thing!

“I haven’t had time or space to bring a whole lot over here, yet,” Ruth explained. “But, if you want, you can test out the hanger and the closet. Why should I be the only one around here without clothes on?” While I didn’t have much on, still it was more than what she was wearing.

So, I pulled my crop top off, and when I got it past my head, I shook out my curls. Ruth laughed a little when I did that. “You look like a model or a dog when you do that!” she cried. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the skirt and shimmied it off my hips. It fell, and I picked it up with the toe of my boots, tossed it into the air and caught it in my fingertips. I gently laid the skirt over the bottom of the hanger, then spread my little top over the arms of the hanger. Ruth took it from my fingers and put it on the pipe. “It’s a good thing you don’t wear panties. I don’t know where we’d put them,” she said. “I don’t have a dresser, yet. Maybe you would have put them on the shelf above your outfit.”

She took my hand and led me out of the closet, just as I shed my feet of my little boots. “Where’s the bed?” I asked.

She looked around the room. “Yeah. I think a couple of Nils’ paintings would look really good in here,” she said. “The bed?” she continued, “the bed is in the living room. I don’t have a frame to hold it yet, so it’s in the living room. You walked past it when I showed you the bathroom. The frame will be delivered tomorrow or the next day.”

She again took my hand and led me out to the living room. “I know I don’t have much furniture, yet,” she said as she lowered herself to her knees beside the mattress. She was so graceful when she did that. She patted the bed, indicating I should sit there. “I’m hoping you can help me look for some after we move my stuff from the dorm. I don’t have a whole bunch there, but it might take a couple of trips and then we can go shopping. What do you think?”

What did I think? Well, I was there to help her, that’s what I thought. What I said was, “Sure, that sounds great. But I think it might take more time than you’re planning. May I stay the night?”

Her eyes lit up. “I think that’s great,” she said. “Did you bring an overnight?”

“No,” I said. “I’m hoping I can borrow some of your shampoo in the morning!” I looked at her. “If that’s all right,” I amended.

“Of course, it’s all right,” she said and she leaned forward and hugged me. “Of course, it’s all right,” she repeated. “OOOO! We’ll have such fun,” she said and gave me a really nice kiss.

“I guess we’d better get dressed and get to the dorm to get my stuff,” she said as she got up and went to the bathroom. When she came out, she was wearing the ragged shorts and an equally ragged t-shirt. It was so ragged that her nipples popped out when she moved!

“Come on, girl!” she shouted. “We’ve gotta get the stuff from my room, then shop tomorrow!” She was so excited. I got up and got my clothes on in the bedroom and we proceeded down to the truck.

We got over to the dorm, got a baggage cart and a two-wheel dolly from the front desk and proceeded to load up her stuff. She was wrong: it only took one truckload to get her stuff from the dorm to the room. Yes, the truck was really packed and I had to take it very easy on corners and stops and stuff, but we got it all in one trip! We brought all the boxes into the apartment and once they were stacked in the living room, we set about dividing the boxes as to where they would go. Almost all of them were destined for the bedroom, but without a dresser, we put most of the boxes in the closet. We were hot and sweaty when we got done.

“I think we need a shower,” said Ruth, after getting the last of the boxes situated.

“But, there’s only one towel,” I protested.

“We’ll share,” she said. With that, she peeled her ragged t-shirt over her head and dropped her shorts, kicking them into a pile in the corner of the bedroom. She looked at me, hands on her hips, kind of saying with her body, “What’s the hold up, here?”

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled my clothes off again. Instead of dropping them in the pile in the corner, I quickly hung things up again. Ruth took my hand and led me into the shower. She found her soap and shampoo, placed them into the shower and started the water. She looked so natural there, bending over the spigots, that I had to go to her and run my hands over her hips. I massaged the small of her back as I did so.