The Bigger They Are by Jack Allen Page A

tomorrow.
    She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she came out, Erin was standing by her bed, tossing through her clothes.
    “Erin. I didn’t hear you come in,” Allie said.
    Erin looked up briefly.
    “Hey Allie. Have you seen my purple shirt?”
    “No, I haven’t,” Allie said, and shook her head.
    She picked up her textbook and closed it, watching her roommate out of the corner of her eye. Erin was a different story. She really wanted to like her roommate, but they were so dissimilar. She was wearing tight, low jeans, and her purple shirt really showed her cleavage. But then, she went to public school, instead of being homeschooled. She was sure that was why she was so wild and out of control.
    “There it is,” Erin said.
    She bent down beside her bed and snatched up her purple blouse from the pile of clothes collected around her bed like moss. As if she was alone in the room, she pulled off her tight green t-shirt and put on the purple blouse.
    It was cut low, and showed Erin’s cleavage. With her hands, she adjusted her boobs under the shirt so they showed even more.
    Allie tried not to stare. Her roommate was so skinny, and had a perfect body. Her breasts were the perfect size, not oversized like her own. She wasn’t heavy, just a few pounds overweight. But her boobs were just too big.
    “What are you doing, Allie?” Erin said.
    She sat down on the corner of her bed to touch up her lip gloss.
    “I don’t know. I was thinking about going to bed.”
    Erin turned to her with her mouth hanging open.
    “Go to bed? You’re kidding me, right?”
    “No, I’m not. It’s late,” Allie said, and picked up her notebook and pen.
    Erin laughed.
    “It’s not late. Hell, it’s only ten o’clock.”
    “Where are you going?” Allie said.
    “I’m going to a frat party. With guys. Come on. Why don’t you come with me?”
    “I don’t know. I really should get to bed,” Allie said.
    “You’ve never been to a party with guys, have you?” Erin said.
    Allie hesitated, and looked away.
    “Not really.”
    “I can tell. Look. Why don’t you just come with me? Let yourself go for once. Have some fun,” Erin said.
    Allie crossed her arms over her chest. There would be people there. Could she go to a strange place where people would see her?
    “I don’t know,” she said.
    Erin shrugged and stood up.
    “Ok. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”
    “Wait. I’ll go,” Allie said.
    She pushed her glasses up on her nose. Erin smiled.
    “Cool. Get changed. Put on something hot,” she said.
    “I don’t think I have anything ... hot,” Allie said.
    Erin paused and looked at the moat of clothes around her bed. She scooped up a blouse and held it out.
    “Here. Wear this,” she said.
    Allie took it and held it up to her chest.
    “I can’t wear this. It shows too much.”
    Erin grinned and nodded.
    “That’s the point, girl. And you got a lot to show.”
    Allie turned her back to Erin to change into the shirt. Nothing made her more self-conscious than to know that someone was looking at her breasts.
     
    It was a long walk to the party. They walked clear across campus, past all the other frat houses, and it was a chilly October night. The borrowed shirt had a deep V down the front that revealed much more of her breasts than she was comfortable with. Mom would never approve. She wished she had at least worn a jacket or a sweater. Now her nipples were hard, and she would have to keep her arms crossed all night so guys wouldn’t stare at her chest. That was so embarrassing.
    The frat house was packed with people and it was difficult to move trough the crowd. Allie stayed close to Erin. It was too easy to get lost in there, and she didn’t know anyone.
    There was a pounding music that shook the whole house. Allie could feel the vibration in her feet. As soon as they were in the front door, someone handed each of them a beer in a red plastic cup. She looked at the beer. She was still only