Cheyenne was sitting in the kitchen at the small wooden table holding a huge salad bowl in her lap. She had torn up an entire head of Romaine lettuce, added some chopped radicchio, small bunch of arugula, sliced red onions, garbanzo beans, sunflower seeds, Kalamata olives, one whole avocado cubed, and a handful of cherry tomatoes, She then poured a half a bottle of some organic vinaigrette over the top.
At first Kristie thought Cheyenne was making a big salad for the whole house to share, but it became obvious that the whole thing was for herself alone as she picked up her chop sticks and began devouring the crunchy bites.
Cheyenne was a vegan which was cool with Kristie. Kristie tried to go that route a couple of times, but it was just too difficult to be that strict. She liked cheese and eggs, and while we’re on the subject, chicken and fish… not to mention a nice piece of lamb once in awhile.
She could do without beef or pork, partially for health reasons and partially for the disgusting thought of what all that meat was doing to her body, her hormones, and the planet in general… cow farts and all that.
Some of her friends teased her, “I don’t think you can eat anything I cook anymore.”
“Yes, I know…” she would answer back. “It’s part of my religion. I’m a Hind-Jew.” That would usually get a laugh at least. “The Hindu part doesn’t eat beef, and the Jewish part doesn’t eat pork.”
Kristie was watching Cheyenne enjoy her salad. Such a beautiful girl – a dance student at the university. She walked around half naked most of the time, not to show off, but because she liked to be free. “I don’t think it’s fair that men can go topless and women can’t,” she stated in her own defense.
She was sitting cross legged on the chair in a loose fitting sarong. Her hair was down around her shoulders. Her luscious bare breasts were framing the large salad bowl she held in her lap. She had glowing tan skin and long brown hair with golden red highlights that fell below her waist. She kept her hair up in a bun held by crossed matching chop sticks most of the time, but since she was eating her salad, they were serving their original purpose.
She was eating vigorously, picking up big mouthfuls of the lovely greens and moaning and grunting her approval of the good they were doing her body.
“I’ll never do that again,” she began.
“What’s that?” Kristie asked. She was quietly sipping coffee while Jack cooked up a late breakfast for them.
“I went topless last night to a bunch of parties, and I guess I just felt too vulnerable,” Cheyenne continued. “I thought it would be cool, but it wasn’t.”
It was Halloween and there had been lots of parties all over town. Cheyenne had dressed as a topless belly dancer. Kristie, dressed as Dr. Frankenfurter, and Jack, dressed as a a satyr, had been out to a several parties and had a blast.
“It wasn’t like anyone made a pass or anything. Like I didn’t get groped, but they just couldn’t keep their eyes off of me and I felt threatened, I guess you’d say.”
“Well, I think you look marvelous, but I would never do it because my tits aren’t as good as yours. You are a beautiful woman.”
“Thanks, but I’ll never do it again.” Cheyenne got up to wash her bowl at the sink. “That was a really good salad,” she remarked to no one in particular, and left the room.
Jack presented Kristie with a cheese omelette, some home fried potatoes, and a stack of sour dough toast. Always thinking of her diet, she suddenly wished she had asked for some of Cheyenne’s salad.
(First published 8/22/12)
