Pedro Villareal was an amiable fellow of about 30 who lived with his wife Josefina and two kids in one of the basement apartments. Though Elly knew her desire could never be fulfilled, she liked him a lot. Even Dareen had to concede he was cute: a nice smile, lustrous black skin (he was from the Dominican Republic but his mother was Haitian). Fine-looking dreadlocks that Elly had tried herself but just couldn't manage; her hair was too fine. Pedro had been up this morning to re-set the fuse box in the hallway, but it was a handy pretext for Elly to chat with him in the kitchen.
That was in normal life. Right now was not normal, not with a naked woman standing in front of them. And super-modest Dareen, of all people. And what a Dareen!
The two clothed young people, and the naked young woman, stared at each other open-mouthed for a prescient second. Then Dareen muttered an agonized "Ohhh..." and bent over and covered her breasts and crotch with her hands. Bare feet slapped against the tile floor as she darted to the door to her room.
This was an old building and it was a heavy, solid wood door. Once again the frantic naked girl did not know her strength. With a yank at the doorknob there was a loud ripping and shearing of wood and the door and its hinges separated from the jamb. And now the knob, not designed for such stress, broke in the girl's hand and the heavy door pivoted and started falling toward Elly.
To save her roommate from serious injury Dareen quickly bent down and grabbed the door with both hands. To remove any further danger in the little kitchen she held it high up over her head. And then she stood there, not knowing what to do next.
As her anguished eyes looked at her friends they could not help but look at the naked supergirl up and down. Thinly muscled arms effortlessly held aloft a door that weighed almost a hundred pounds. Sticking out from the thin brown torso were firm giant breasts, round and oblivious to gravity, that seemed to stick halfway across the tiny room. A preternaturally tiny waist with a hard concave tummy fanned out to a pair of trim hips and a generous forest of violet-lustered pubic hair. Thin but strong legs, perfect feet. She was like an alien creature; so modest was Dareen, so completely she had always covered up, that they (especially Pedro) had been utterly unable to imagine what she looked like naked. But this was indeed Dareen.
As they could see from her familiar pretty face, now tense with shame as she continued to hold the door aloft. In fact she could have easily set it down against the wall, but still not fully conscious of her powers, she feared losing control of the door if she tried that. For a few horrible seconds she stood there in the mortification of full frontal nudity.
Elly's mind finally unfroze and she acted to end her modest friend's agony of exposure by running to the bathroom to get their largest towel. Carefully darting behind Dareen, she reached way out in front to wrap it around the huge breasts and then around to the back.
"Oh... oh..." With her powers suddenly doused Dareen's arms shook and it was all she could do to heave the door forward, where it smashed the kitchen table, a terrific crash as door and table hit the floor.
Bump! Bump! Through the floor came the thumping of Mrs. Burns (or her son Tyrone), evidently via a broom handle against their ceiling, a reliable complaint whenever something loud happened in the girls' apartment.
The towel barely could go around her, and went only from the tops of her breasts to mid-thigh, but it was welcome covering. Dareen clutched it to her chest and leaned forward into Elly's comforting embrace. "Sorry,"
Pedro looked by turns at the towel-clad girl, the ruined door jamb, and the smashed table. Only now was awareness dawning so that the memory of the exquisite naked form caused a stirring in his pants.
"Bet you didn't know how strong Dareen was," Elly said with a smile.
"Ay! That door must weigh..." he said.
"Sorry about that," Dareen said. "I'll pay for it."
After assuring them that he wouldn't bill them for the broken door, Pedro left, bewildered, wondering what conclusions to draw from seeing Dareen emerge naked from Elly's room, seeing her lift that heavy door, and how to go about fixing the jamb. He was in a daze the rest of the day. It was only that night, while Josefina was riding him in bed, that he concluded that the jamb must have been rotted out anyway, and that the pumping of adrenaline caused by the surprise of being seen by him and having to hide gave Dareen the momentary strength to rip the door out. Of course, that still didn't explain the part about Dareen coming out of Elly's room naked.
Still wrapped in the towel, Dareen sat on the floor next to Elly, sipping the tea Elly had made. Elly guessed correctly that Dareen had been "out flying" last night.
"You can fly only when you're naked? Do you mind?" Elly touched the towel, hoping Dareen would give a demonstration.
Dareen had it figured out by now. "No, I have to be n-naked." She didn't like saying that word, at least as it applied to herself. "For a few hours. Anything I put on me, even a watch, and I can't fly any more. I have to take it off and wait again."
"Wow." Elly wanted to see her fly, but knew that it would be too much to ask for Dareen to not only be naked again, but stay naked for several hours.
Seeing her friend gradually regaining her composure, Elly said, "Is there anything I can do?"
"I'm hungry." Dareen no longer having a door to her room, Elly tactfully retreated to her own as Dareen dressed. Soon they were out getting a sandwich.
It was around 11 p.m. when Elly was awakened by a knock on her door. "Dar?"
The door creaked open and Elly sat up in her bed. "Jesus!" In the darkness she could make out a shadowy brown, Dareen-sized object floating in, level with the top of the door. As the dark form drifted nearer along the white ceiling, Elly could make out the hair hanging down, the two large round forms, the legs sticking out behind.
"I'm your conscience," the form said. "Elly, clean up your room. It's a mess!" Then a low giggle.
"Holy..." Elly said a couple of words in Urdu, the language of her childhood, words that would lose a lot in the translation. Then she said, "Are you O.K.?" As if Dareen's slow flight into her room was caused by illness and it was not Elly herself who was freaked out.
The dark form descended a bit and straightened upright into a big "X". "I'm fine. I had a nice pray. Flying is a gift, not a curse. And it came from Allah."
After a pause, Elly said, quite reasonably, "Where else would it come from?" Then she reached out and turned her nightstand on. In a split second Dareen darted to it and turned it off. Which was comforting to Elly, actually; this was still Dareen, averting exposure.
And now the dark form came down next to Elly, inserted gentle arms under her pajama-clad body, and they both rose together. Elly quickly exhaled through clenched teeth, then grabbed Dareen's hands with a death grip, looking down at the bed. After clutching Dareen with the other arm, crushing her friend's bare breasts against her cheek, Elly started breathing easier, realizing there was no danger.
"El, do you want to go on a little trip?"
Elly's protest of "NO!" died on her lips. All week she had thought about Dareen's nighttime flying and wondered what it would be like. And as for any danger, there was no one she trusted more than the sensible and always sober Dareen.
"Hop on top of me," Dareen said. It felt odd having a naked woman underneath her but Elly positioned her prone body on top of Dareen's, arms under to hook around Dareen's armpits, bent legs clutching the sides of Dareen's hips. Dareen made a motion toward the window and, sensing the need for footwear before going out, Elly reached down next to the bed and slipped her flip-flops on, on one side then the other. She had her long pajamas on; it wasn't as hot tonight as last night. From her perch Elly could sense the slight seismic tremors from the sides of Dareen's breasts as Dareen lifted the window.
Elly's cry of panic was shushed by Dareen as they flew out over Boylston Street, then as Elly clutched ever tighter, they turned and arced over the city, air whooshing through Elly's hair. The astonished girl ventured a look down as the streets passed under them. Her wide-eyed reaction of wonder was expressed in one word, repeated. "Wow, wow, wow."
"Akkk... please," Dareen said.
With the wind whistling by it was hard to hear. "WHAT?"
"YOU'RE CHOKING ME!"
"OH. SORRY." Elly moved her hands to Dareen's shoulders.
Dareen didn't know how she did it, but she intended to go to the same pond as last night, out past Thomasville, and suddenly there it was below them. She gently uprighted herself as she soft-landed at the water's edge. Elly tried to stand on weakened knees, straightening out her pajamas.
"Watch this. Don't be afraid, I'll be fine." Dareen flew up and dove into the center of the pond. Minutes passed by and she didn't come up, though Elly was not afraid for her, Dareen being perfectly O.K. as could be seen from rocks shooting up like rockets from the surface every few seconds. Soon the dripping naked girl was up over the water and hovering over Elly, getting her wet. "Sorry!" Dareen landed next to her, water still coursing over the tops of her breasts, little waterspouts sloping off each huge nipple. "And now for my next trick..." Dareen walked over to a large boulder on the side of the pond, as big as half a couch, and with encircling arms uprooted it, dirt falling from the bottom. Shifting it back onto her left arm, she wound up and flung it across the pond and then some. There were a few seconds of silence as the dull dark object completed its trajectory. Then it landed with a loud dull thump on the other side.
"I'm jealous," Elly said with a smile. "But maybe not. Not if I have to be naked."
Dareen had almost forgotten about her nudity, but after hearing this remark, she crossed her arms over her breasts and crotch. "Sorry," Elly said.
The view of the flight back was even more amazing, with Dareen circling over the warm, gasoline-scented city. "Wow, wow, wow," And now Elly became nervous once more as Dareen descended on Boylston Street with the asphalt below seeming very dangerous from five floors up. Landing with strong bare feet on the fire escape, Dareen skillfully pulled Elly into her room.
Now she floated, with Elly on top of her, about three feet above Elly's bed. "Give me one of your flip-flops." Dareen then slowly slipped it onto one of her feet.
"Aiee!" Elly squealed as they both bounced down onto the bed. Dareen got up. "Now watch. It's gone now." She jumped up and down, hitting the floor like a regular mortal. This made her conscious of her bouncing breasts, and she brought her hands up. On Elly each hand would enclose an entire breast; on Dareen each hand could cover only the nipple and areola. "Got to get dressed." As Elly's eyes adjusted to the darkness she saw her friend walk out, lithe bare back and tight butt cheeks, and with such a strong easy gait that for a second it almost seemed that she was proud of her nudity.
They began to chat but then got the urge for pizza. Fortunately Reilly's, the place on the corner, was open until 3 a.m. They sat in a booth near the window. There were maybe six other people there, white folks at the other end listening to the TV on the wall, tuned to the Cobb News Network. At the moment there was a film of the President of France, walking to the accompaniment of chicken clucking sounds.
The TV acted to mask their conversation. "So now what?"
"What about what?" Dareen said, chewing on her slice.
"Are you going to be a super hero?"
Dareen smiled. That amusing thought had occurred to her before, the first time she flew after that storm. "A super hero needs a costume."
"You can't be Wonder Woman. That's already taken. How about Naked Girl?"
"El!!" Dareen smiled and gave her a mock punch on the shoulder then got back to her pizza slice. Chew, chew, swallow. "Being serious though, if this is a gift from Allah, I wonder what he wants me to use it for."
"I don't think Allah exactly approves of naked women," Elly said.
"But like you said, where else can this gift come from? And what do I do with it? Just fly around for kicks?"
"Maybe fight crime! Like Spider Man!" Elly preferred to joke around rather than deal with Dareen's question.
Dareen's voice went low. "Maybe fight crimes against Muslims. Like those idiots who keep defacing the mosque."
On the TV, the host of the show was saying, "Third world nations. We should call them 'TURD world' nations. Ever sit next to a Pakistani on the train? Try not asphyxiating!" Dareen had a stone face but Elly just rolled her eyes. "Don't let it bug you, Dar. No one takes that stuff seriously."
Dareen mused, "Maybe I'll be an evil superhero."
Elly said, in a mock-newscaster voice, "Naked Girl... if only she had used her tits for good, instead of evil."
"El!" They broke up giggling. One of the guys watching the TV looked over, and smiled as he noticed that the girl with the long hair and the bulky sweatshirt seemed quite well endowed.
When Dareen awakened, late Sunday morning, she had a funny feeling in her nipples. It felt like bugs were crawling all over them. A feeling she had before, recently.