Everyone has an Erect Nipples on a Cold Day story

Sandy wore padded bras not because she needed padding, but because her nipples got hard during cold weather, and when she thought of certain boys. The padding kept her bustline smooth.

She was sitting by herself in the high school cafeteria, tray in front of her. Her head was down so her hair covered her face. She was embarrassed, trying to hide behind that veil of hair.

She was wearing a white sweater with a gold chain necklace. The school furnace wasn't working. The school was freezing. She was freezing. Her nipples were freezing.

She hadn't worn a padded bra today.

We were sitting at the boys' table. No one said a word. The view was magnificent. This is probably how fetishes start.

Brett wore speedos. The lycra kept his shape streamlined and smooth.

He was standing by himself on the 10 meter platform, eyes focused on a spot that only he could see. He held his head erect, proud and confident.

He was wearing black today, with a matching skull cap. He performed a reverse 2 ½ somersault with 1 ½ twists. He entered the water with barely a ripple. He was art and grace defined.

We were sitting in red folding lounge chairs that we had brought along for comfort. A cool breeze had whipped up from the north. We pulled our blankets closer about our shoulders to ward off the chill. As Brett emerged from the water, no one said a word. Sally sucked in her breath, before biting down on her knuckle. The view was magnificent.

He winked as he walked past us and then around back to the ladder. He was good and he knew it. This is probably how narcissism begins.