by Wonderstorm

It was a Tuesday night at Green College, and most of the campus was fairly dead.  Wednesday nights were Greek Meetings, so partying war standard fare then.  Thursday nights meant the weekend was almost near, so partying was standard fare.  Friday and Saturday nights were weekend nights, so partying was an obligation.  Sundays were usually spent in recovery, while Mondays were reserved for denial - the weekend couldn't be over already.  But Tuesday nights were usually spent doing the work that had been put off since the previous Tuesday night, meaning that Calhoun Avenue, where the Greek houses sat, were usually devoid of the standard debauchery for a single night. 

There were few, of course, for which this didn't quite hold true. 

"Damn it, Dunny," Mason cursed his partner as he watched the ping-pong ball bounce across the basement floor after ricocheting off of one of the plastic cups.  "Seriously, I think I would have done better alone."

Donovan Groom looked hurt.  Standing nearly six feet tall, Dunny was not a short guy.  And yet, despite having a six-foot wingspan, he still managed to be just out of reach for almost every single shot, allowing the ping-pong ball to strike its target nearly every time.  His dirty-blonde hair sculpted to perfection, it was obvious that Dunny had spent more time styling his hair than he had practicing his Pong game. 

"Whatever," Dunny replied to his partner.  "It's not like they didn't sink a ball on your watch."

Mason looked at his friend in disbelief.  "Dunny, there were SIX cups out there.  Jessa sank ONE fucking ball on me.  Every other hit or sink that they got was on you."  Mason put his paddle down and headed away from the pong table to the bar.  Despite the fact that he'd just downed three beers because of Dunny's poor playing, Mason wanted more. 

Mason himself was a big guy, standing 6'5" and weighing close to 240 pounds, all muscle.  He had close-cropped brown hair, just enough to look good, but yet not enough that it needed to be awarded any special attention.  The stubble on his face echoed the same relaxed attitude that the rest of appearance demonstrated - Mason didn't make any attempt to look good.  It was all natural. 

"You know, you should give him break," Jessa West said to Mason from the far side of the pong table.  Every word she spoke carried a slight country twang; born and raised in Tallahassee, Jessa was the quintessential Southern belle.  She was a little short, but what she lacked in height she made up for in other ways, with her beautiful smile, her bright-blue eyes, her ample breasts, or her chin-length, baby blonde hair.  Jessa had been born a debutante, and here at Green, she had followed through on that image by pledging Epsilon Chi - the richest, snootiest, and hands-down most attractive sorority on campus.  "After all, it's probably not his fault.  It's not like Dunny is bad at pong..."

"It's just that we're so damn good," Cat McIntyre finished the thought. 

Originally from Big Apple, Nebraska, Catherine Candace McIntyre had come a long way to go to college.  Very few people in her high school's graduating class had even made it into college, let alone one in New England, let alone one as elite as Green College.  She was tall, taller than most girls, with long brown hair that was currently just up in a ponytail.  With deep brown eyes, a good personality, and C-cup breasts, Cat was definitely attractive, even if she was a bit on the skinny side.  She had roomed with Jessa her freshman year, when they'd been stuck in a one room triple (because of the housing crunch) in Eisenhower Hall, but had gone a different way than the blonde.  Instead of rushing, Cat had dedicated herself to Green's track team, and become one the most up-and-coming hurdlers in the Northeast.  Still, Cat and Jessa had stayed good friends, still hung out together, and occasionally beat TriGam brothers at Pong in their own basement. 

"Pong is NOT Beirut," Mason constantly lectured his friends when they came up to visit.  Unlike Cat (from Nebraska), Jessa (from Florida), or Dunny (from San Diego), Mason was only a short drive home.  His Maine accent was still fairly strong, but it was always put to shame when his "boys" came out to visit.  Cat had heard him lecture his friends from home dozens of times about Pong - it was not Beirut. 

Maybe it was just a Green College thing.  While Beirut involved tossing a ball into beer cups, Pong was more like an actual game of ping-pong, paddles and all.  Strokes were limited to under-hand only, and the point of the game was to get your opponent to drink, more than anything else.  Six cups, full of beer, were set up on either side of the table, in a triangular array.  If your cup was hit at any point during the game, the punishment was to drink half the cup.  If the ball actually landed IN the cup, it was to drink the whole thing.  If the ball bounced off the table or even missed the table completely, it didn't matter - the point of the game was the beer.  Cat knew the game - they all did; Pong was as much a part of Green College as was the school song. 

"Switch partners with me," Mason begged the two girls.  He didn't care which one accepted his offer - he just knew that there was little chance of winning with Dunny on his time.  He was still behind the bar.

"No way," Jessa replied.  "We know a good thing when we have it."

Mason quickly downed another beer, and immediately refilled it at the tap.  They had just finished one game of Pong, with the girls clearly wiping the floor with the two TriGam brothers.  In their own basement, no less. 

"Besides," Cat said, lying her paddle down on the table, "I think I'm going to get home and finish that history paper that I've got."

All three jeered her at once.  "Oh come on, Cat," Mason replied.  "That's not due until Friday."  Mason was actually in that particular history class with her, and had stressed again and again that evening that he hadn't started the research yet, and didn't plan on starting the research until Thursday.  They sat together every class, Mason half-sleeping throughout the lecture and then stealing Cat's notes afterwards.  They were good friends, having met during matriculation, when MacNeill and "MacIntyre" (the College had misspelled Cat's last name that morning) were seated next to each other.  And Cat would have been lying if she said she hadn't thought about him in a more-than-friends-type way.  But there was tension between Jessa and Mason, and Cat didn't want to get in the way of their possibly budding romance. 

"Besides, it was about to get interesting," said Jessa cryptically. 

Cat glanced at her friend, trying to make out what she meant.  "Fine," she replied, her curiosity piqued.  "I can stay around to beat the pants of these guys one more time." 

All four, having just finished playing the first game of pong that night, already had a slight buzz going by midnight.  This helped, ultimately, in the proposal that Jessa brought up. 

"So," Jessa said, getting the attention of the other three.  "What do you say we play for something a little more exciting?"

"More exciting than beer?" Dunny asked, in mock disbelief.

"Yeah, well," Jessa smiled at both her teammate and her opponents, "since we've already kicked your ass, how about we see your ass...."

Mason was confused.  "What?"

"Strip pong, stupid," Jessa replied. 

Immediately, the two men were hooked on the idea.  After all, if they lost, they'd be naked in their own home.  If they won, they'd be in the presence of two young, gorgeous, naked girls. 

Cat, though, was the one that needed convincing.  "I don't know," she started, "couldn't we just play for money or some sort of dare or something?"

Jessa looked at her partner skeptically, and then pulled her aside.  She began whispering to her, "Come on, Cat, we've already beaten them once.  You've seen how lousy Dunny is at this game -- they don't stand a chance."

Cat still didn't look convinced.

"This is going to be one of those nights that you look back on twenty years from now, and absolutely cherish.  You're young, you're single, you're the most attractive you'll ever be.  Besides, it's college!"

Cat still wasn't sure.

"Think about it," Jessa said, leaning in and raising an eyebrow, "have you ever actually lost a game of Pong to Dunny before?" 

Cat knew Jessa was right.  While Mason was a fairly decent Pong player, Dunny was horrid.  Cat actually couldn't understand how someone who lived in a frat house, with 24/7 access to the Pong tables, could be that bad at Pong. 

Jessa's first point was the one that hit home, though.  It WAS college after all.  It was the time for crazy stuff like this to happen, and be okay.  It wasn't like she was prancing around naked at her job or anything like that.   

Cat nodded.  "Sure," she said, "I'm in."

Cat and Jessa both turned and came back to the Pong table.  Mason had returned from the bar, six cups of beer already in hand. 

"What are the rules?" he asked after the girls had come back from their mini-conference. 

"Well, we have six cups, right?" Jessa said.  "What if both members of each team strip of one article of clothing every time there's a sink?"

"What about hits?" Mason asked. 

"Um... in the event of a hit, only one member of each team has to take something off."

"Wait," Dunny said, the wheels in his head clearly turning.  "If there are only six cups, I could theoretically take off both my shoes, both my socks, and both my shirts and still be wearing my pants and underwear."

"Let's count shoes and socks as one item," Jessa returned.  "Each person has five articles of clothes, and they have to go in the right order.  For the Cat and me, we need to take off shoes and... Wait, neither of us is wearing socks."  Both girls were wearing flip-flops. 

"Well, we're counting shoes and socks as one item anyways, right?" Mason cut in.

"Yeah," Jessa replied, shooting him a look.  "I was just observing.  Anyways, for the ladies, item one will be shoes.  Item two will be shirts.  Item three is pants for Cat, a skirt for me.  Item four is the bra.  Item five," Jessa said as she looked wickedly at Mason, "are the panties." 

Cat gulped.  She really didn't want to think about taking off her underwear in the TriGam basement.  They HAD beaten the guys the previous time by a fairly sizable margin, so she hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"For the gentleman," Jessa continued, "and, pay attention Dunny, this is going to be more important for you two than for us -- item one is shoes.  Item two is...."

Dunny was wearing a red button-down shirt over a brown undershirt.  Mason, though, was only wearing a green t-shirt.  That made things a little tougher, but Cat piped in when she realized what Jessa was stuck on.

"Item two is one of Dunny's shirts or Mason's belt."

"Fine, that works," Jessa said.  "Item three is Dunny's other shirt or Mason's t-shirt.  Item four is pants.  Item five, my good men, is your underwear -- boxers OR briefs." 

Mason looked at the cups, and then back at Jessa.  "Hey, uh, Jessa?  Isn't Pong usually played with six cups, not five?"

"Well, let's make it five cups, then?" Jessa responded, not having taken that into account. 

"What if the first two hits, or the first sink, are warnings?" Cat put forth.  That would give her a little extra time before she needed to start showing skin.  

"I can live with that," Mason replied. 

"Fine, one extra cup," Jessa agreed.  "Let's go!"

Suddenly, Cat felt the pressure of actually having to get naked.  They HAD to win. 

Jessa picked up her paddle after arranging the cups.  She was about to serve, but then stopped.  "Wait, so what happens at the end?"

"We all degenerate into an orgy," Dunny said, matter-of-factly. 

"Funny," Jessa countered.  "No seriously, what happens?  I mean, once we've stripped the last one of you two out of his boxers, can you just put them back on?  Because, well, that's kind of disappointing."

"So what do you propose?" Mason shot back. 

"A half hour.  After the game's done, we spend a half hour down here, hanging out with you guys while you serve us beers in the nude."

Cat looked at her friend in disbelief, whining, "Jessa, that's not gonna be cool if that's us..."

Jessa smiled at the boys.  "Don't worry, Cat, it won't be." 

The game didn't start off well for Jessa and Cat.  In fact, Jessa hit the guys' cup on her serve. 

"Shit," she said, picking up one of her own cups and drinking half of it.  Though not terribly complex, Pong still had its rules.  Any hit or sink on the serve didn't count, and the server was actually penalized for it.  Cat cringed as she watched Jessa down half the cup -- she didn't want this trend to continue.   

After she drank the beer and placed the half-full cup back into its assigned spot.  Jessa served again, and this time was lucky enough to start a volley -- a volley that ended with Cat sinking the ball in one of guys' cups.  As Mason chugged the beer, Cat was already starting to get optimistic.  That was the guys' warning.  From here on in, they'd be starting their strip show.   

Mason served.  The ball bounced back and forth a few time until Cat again sunk the ball after a short volley.  This game had started off better than she had hoped, and much, much better than she had feared. 

Both Dunny and Mason stepped out of their shoes and socks.  Mason just kicked his shoes off, and then bent over to remove his socks and shove them inside.  Dunny had to sit down and untie his sneakers.  After his socks were off, he stood barefoot on the floor and grimaced. 

"Dude, it's clear we didn't think this through," Dunny said, demonstrating the fact that his right foot was sticking to the floor.  Anyone who has ever spent any time in any fraternity basement knows better than to go barefoot. 

"Yeah," Mason answered.  He himself was standing in a puddle.  Tonight, since they were the only ones down here, he could be sure the puddle was just beer.  Any other night, though, it could be one of any number of substances.  Collectively, it was all referred to as simply "mung" at Green College. 

Dunny chugged the beer that Cat had hid, tossing the empty cup into the trash.  He was about to serve the ball when Jessa stopped him. 

"First things first, boys," gesturing to their shoes.  "I believe that those shoes now belong to us."     

Dunny and Mason looked at each other and just shrugged.  They handed their shoes to Jessa, who tossed them up onto the bar, which ran parallel to their pong table.  Once she was ready, they got going again. 

This time, though, Mason got a hit.  Cat chugged half the beer, knowing that their warning shots were over with.  "God damn," she thought to herself, "Why did I let Jessa talk me into this?"  The beer was starting to take hold, though, so she was getting a little less nervous.     

The next hit belonged to Jessa, and as Mason drank half the beer, Dunny unbuttoned his first shirt.  He tossed it to Cat and readied himself for another volley.  Cat just tossed it on the bar, on top of the shoes.

"Did he just wink at me?" Cat asked herself, looking down the table at Dunny.  She shuddered at the thought.  It wasn't that Dunny was unattractive, because he actually was a good-looking guy.  It was just that Cat definitely would have picked Mason, if she could have had her choice.  But Mason's eyes were clearly on Jessa, and Jessa's were clearly on Mason.  Dunny was more of a sidekick, though he hated it when the girls teased him with the title.  But he was always there, with Mason, doing whatever Mason was doing. 

"Why can't Mason be MY sidekick?" Dunny had asked one of the first few times Cat's friend Yvette had teased him.  Anyone who had been within earshot of the question had laughed; Mason was clearly the dream-guy -- and Dunny was the comic relief, or the best friend who stuck with the hero through thick or thin, or the guy who got killed within the first five minutes of a movie, giving the hero a lust for vengeance. 

But with Mason's attention occupied with Jessa, Dunny's was free to wander.  And, unfortunately, Cat was the only other girl in the basement that night for his attention to wander to. 

The following hit went to the girls, as well.  This time, Dunny drank while Mason undid his belt.  The big-buckled cowboy belt was added to growing pile of shoes, socks, and Dunny's shirt next to the Pong table.  It didn't look good for the guys. 

The next hit was Cat's, and as she and Jessa celebrated, Mason pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing the first skin of the game.  Cat tried hard not to stare at his muscular physique, but she was impressed.  Jessa was as well; Cat could practically see her salivating.  The girls had started a good streak -- Mason was already down to his pants and boxers, and the girls hadn't taken off a single article of clothing. 

This changed, though.  Mason immediately sunk a ball on the next volley, costing the girls their sandals.  Dunny gestured with his finger, and the girls tossed the sandals up onto the bar.  Cat drank half the cup, and Jessa drank the other.  Now the game was getting serious.  If the girls let their guard down for a second, at least one of them was going to be stripping something off. 

The ball bounced back and forth a few times, until Mason managed put the ball across with just enough speed that Jessa missed her chance to stop it.  The ball struck a cup on the side, and Cat knew this was it. 

She looked at Jessa.  "This is your game, you go first." 

Jessa didn't argue with Cat.  She just set her jaw, reached to her waist, and pulled the white tank top over her head.  Under it, she was wearing a lacy, purple bra that barely contained her sizable chest.  Cat drank the half-cup of beer.

"Ogle all you want, boys," Jessa teased, sexily adjusting the cups of her bra for her audience.  "I plan on doing the same when you're serving us beer."

Mason laughed, waiting for the ball.  As Jessa got ready, she smiled at Mason, and said, "I hope you boys are going to be able to play okay, you know, with the distractions and all..."

She served, and a long volley started.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.  Cat's emotions went this way and that, getting excited when it looked like she was going to hit one of the guys' cups, and cringing in fear when the ball bounced back onto the girls' side.  The volley eventually ended, though, when Mason sunk the ball in a cup right in front of Cat. 

Suddenly, the game didn't look as good as it had been. 

As the guys celebrated, Cat begrudgingly took off her tank top.  She didn't complain though, because she knew she had no grounds -- Jessa was stepping out of her skirt.  They took turns finishing the beer, and added the tank top and the skirt to the pile of clothes on the end of the bar. 

Things were now evened up, each team with two and half cups of beer left.  Mason was wearing only his jeans and underwear while Dunny was still dressed in his shorts, boxers, and undershirt.  On the girls' side, Cat still had her tight black pants on, in addition to her panties underneath and her black bra that was out in the open now.  Jessa, though, was down to just her purple bra and matching purple panties.  They were a matching set, very lacy, and held both Mason and Dunny enraptured while the girls finished the beer.

Jessa didn't seem phased, though.  "Come on, Cat, we're all evened up.  Let's finish this off and see some penis."  She winked at Mason, and then slapped her own ass.  Mason was clearly stunned, because the ball bounced on the table and hit him smack in the chest, without him even taking a swing at the ball. 

After a short volley back and forth, Jessa eventually sunk the ball.  The girls began to celebrate, because a sink would mean both guys had to take off clothes, and Mason would be down to his underwear. 

Mason, though, wasn't budging.  Dunny took off his shirt, revealing a fairly muscular chest underneath, but Mason wasn't doing anything. 

"Hey, big guy," Cat said.  "Let's go!  Drop the pants, honey."

"No way," Mason responded, "That was a half cup that Jessa sunk the ball in."

"So?  It's still a sink."

"But it's only half a cup.  Rules of Pong.  If you sink in a half cup, you don't have to drink a full beer -- just the half cup." 

Cat was shocked. 

"Besides," Mason continued, "if I take off my pants now, then Dunny and I will be naked when we still have a half cup of beer left. 

Cat reluctantly agreed.  Jessa put it into words, though, saying, "Yeah, he's right."  As she added Dunny's t-shirt to the pile next to the pong table, she continued, "But we'll get him out of those pants in a second, so it's not a big deal."

When it was time to start the game back up again, Dunny served the ball to Jessa.  After going back and forth a few times, Mason ended up hitting one of the full cups, costing Cat her pants. 

Cat had hoped that this wouldn't happen.  Just two sinks.  If the girls could have gotten just two sinks, she wouldn't have had to.  But here she was, about to reveal her thong.  It wasn't a big deal, as she'd be facing the guys, but it still wasn't great.  She began shimmying out of her pants, her exposed butt cheeks facing the stairs and the black thong front on view for both Dunny and Mason. 

As the waistband of her pants passed her knees, there came voices behind her, from the stairs.  Cat's heart practically jumped out of her chest, and she immediately yanked her pants back up.  Whoever it was on the stairs, they clearly got a good look at her thong before her pants covered it up. 

Turning, Cat saw that it was Evan LeFebvre, a dark-haired TriGam brother, and three others.  Cat recognized Evan's girlfriend Courtney Gagnon right off -- she was a sister with Jessa at Ep Chi -- and recognized the face of one of the two guys with them, but couldn't place his name.  The second guy looked younger and completely unfamiliar. 

Jessa didn't seem all that bothered by the fact that she was wearing only her bra and panties -- in fact, she carried on like it was pretty much normal.  She sat her panty-clad ass down on the Pong table and smiled at the newcomers. 

"So what the hell's going on down here?" Evan asked, looking over the two half-dressed girls. 

"A little bit of Strip Pong," Mason replied, with a smile. 

"Huh," was the response.  "Well, don't let us stop you, but I think we're gonna play a game of Pong ourselves."

That was it, then.  They couldn't keep getting naked when there were other people in the basement.  Cat tried to hide her relief, but she clearly felt it.  She hadn't even wanted to strip off her pants -- she definitely didn't want to progress much further. 

Jessa, though, didn't want out.  "Can you wait, like, an hour or so?" the blonde asked.

Evan looked at his watch.  "Well, it's already 12:25 now.  I kind of don't want to be playing pong at two o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday.  I mean, I am an alcoholic and all, but I DO have to get up tomorrow morning."

Mason looked for a compromise, because he could tell that Cat was uncomfortable with four new people.  "Could you guys maybe just play around the corner, on the table just out of visual range?"

Evan smirked. "Are you afraid that I'm going to tell everyone at Meetings tomorrow night about your small, little... um... endowment?" 

"Funny," Mason replied.  "Could you just do it, Evan?  I want to keep playing, but I also want to make sure that the girls feel comfortable enough to continue the game."

"Yeah, no problem," Evan relented.   "Let me just grab a couple of beers from the bar, though."  He made his way over to the bar, which sat parallel to the pong table currently in use, and began filling up cups of beer.  "Do you guys know Courtney and Adam?" Evan asked Cat and Jessa. 

"Well, I know Courtney," Cat replied, "and I recognize Adam, but I don't think we've ever met."

"We were in Women's Studies 53 together," Adam pointed out, jogging Cat's memory.  "You were usually a little bit more... dressed."

Cat blushed, but Adam's observation hadn't been mean-spirited in anyway.  He was just joking about it. 

"And this," Evan said, gesturing to the younger-looking guy, "is my brother Teddy.  He's a senior back home in Alaska, but he's out here for the next few days, sort of checking out the school."

Teddy smiled and waved, managing to get out a "hi." 

"Well, I've got to let you know," Dunny said to Teddy from the far side of the table, "that this is an everyday occurrence here at Green.  Especially here at Gamma Gamma Gamma.  The girls, man, they just can't keep their clothes on." 

"It's true," Jessa said, nodding her head.  "Cat and I actually came over here dressed like this.  We haven't lost a single volley yet, though."  

The short conversation that followed was a little odd, half the participants being half naked, but it passed soon enough.  Sounds of a ping-pong ball going back and forth around the corner let Cat, Jessa, Mason, and Dunny know it was okay to start up again.

"So where were we?" Dunny asked.

"We're still going through with this?!" Cat asked in disbelief.  "No way, no how." 

"Come on," all three of the other players groaned at once.  Jessa reasoned with Cat, though, saying "Cat, they can't see you over there.  And if they could... so what?  We're still going to win.  We're still better than they are.  And we're in college - are you going to tell your grandkids that you pussied out of a stupid Strip Pong game?"

"Well, I really hope that I don't entertain my grandkids by telling them about the time I got naked in a frat basement," Cat replied. 

Jessa shot her a look.  "Seriously, Cat.  It's really not that big of a deal."

"She's right," Mason called from the other side of the table.  "Come on, little guy.  Drop the pants!"

Cat stuck her tongue out at the taller man.  But, she knew they were both right.  I mean, even if they lost, Mason and Dunny were already going to see her naked, how much worse could it be if there were four more people there?  Besides, the alcohol had suppressed most of her stronger inhibitions.  Cat put her thumbs back in the waistband of her pants, tugging them down past her ankles.  She handed them to Dunny, thinking that she was in the clear.  Mason and Dunny couldn't tell she was wearing a thong, but Jessa could -- and she wasn't about to keep it a secret. 

"Wow!  A little risqué, don't you think?" Jessa said aloud when she noticed the thong. 

"Well, I didn't exactly know I'd be showing it off tonight," Cat responded.  Then, maybe because of the beer, or maybe because of the fact that Jessa had brought attention to it, or maybe because of the sexual excitement that was now running through her, Cat did a spin for the guys, shook her ass, and got the ball ready to serve. 

Dunny let out a long, drawn-out whistle of appreciation. 

Mason and Dunny were down to two full cups, while Cat and Jessa had one full cup and two half cups.  As they began playing, the equality didn't last long, however, because Mason managed to tap one of the cups. 

"Damn it," Jessa said, dropping her paddle on the table.  These two should have been pushovers, especially the way they had been playing before.  But Mason was actually fairly good at Pong, and apparently this time it didn't seem to matter that he had Dunny to drag him down.  Jessa thought about this as she reached around and undid her bra, allowing it to fall forward and reveal large, silver-dollar nipples. 

"Wow," Dunny breathed, probably unaware that he had said it aloud. 

There was a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, the guys unsure what to say.  There was sexual tension in the air, and Cat thought to herself that if she listened real close, she might actually be able to hear the guys get hard. 

Jessa brought the mood back, though, by shaking her tits at the guys.  "All right.  You guys didn't seem that fazed when the 'girls' were tucked away.  Let's see you play with these things dangling out," Jessa joked, and prepped herself to serve.  Cat had drunk the half-cup of beer and tossed the cup in the trash, leaving only a beer and half left of the girls' side. 

The next hit brought back the equality, as Jessa managed to clip one of the cups on the guys' side.  Mason was upset, telling Dunny "I could've saved that if you had gotten out of the way."

"Whatever," Dunny responded.  He didn't argue, though, obviously knowing it was true. 

"Alright, Mason, stop the talking.  Let's drop the drawers," Cat called across the table.  She had teased him.  He had teased her.  Now she was teasing him again.  If she had to play this game in her underwear, Mason should have to as well. 

Mason did as he was told, stepping out of his pants to reveal a pair of tartan boxers.  He wasted no time in getting the ball back in volley, though, and soon enough, Mason managed to hit the half-cup in front of Jessa. 

Cat didn't want to dwell on the toplessness.  The beer had taken hold of her, so she felt a little more comfortable as she slipped the black bra from her chest.  She tossed it to Mason, who savored the material.  Cat was concentrating hard on the game, and trying not to think about her tits. 

Mason added the bra to the pile. 

Cat served, her breasts now swaying freely, and a volley started.  Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until Cat was able to clip the full cup of beer in front of Mason.  She jumped up to cheer -- a moment too soon.  Mason was able to save the ball, and sent it back to the girls.  A hit wasn't the end of the line in Pong -- one could always save the ball after a hit, provided the ping-pong ball didn't bounce off the table.  The ball careened past Cat off and across the room, rolling up against the far wall. 

To fetch the ball meant seeing Evan and the others, but Cat was gaining nerve as the night went on.  She draped her arm across her chest, and headed over to get the ball.  When she got over there, she glanced at the other game.  All four players had locked their eyes on her: Evan, Teddy, Adam, and Courtney.  One arm across her chest, Cat waved with the hand that was holding the ping-pong table.  None of them said anything, though, and Cat headed back to her own game.   

Cat handed the ball to Jessa, as it was the blonde's serve next.  She let her arm drop back to her side, her nipples standing straight out because of all the attention that they were getting. 

"I'll have my beer in one of the nice mugs that we keep in the freezer," Dunny taunted as Jessa got ready to serve.  "Not one of these stupid party cups."

"Oh, come on, Dunny," Cat replied.  "The only reason you're doing so well is because Mason's carrying you."

Dunny faked a hurt look, but readied himself for the next volley.

Jessa served the ball, and as if to answer Cat's teasing, Dunny immediately sunk the ball into the girls' last full cup. 

"Shit!" Cat cursed under her breath as the guys congratulated themselves on the far side of the table.  Both of them were screaming with joy, and Mason had picked Dunny up and was hugging him. 

"YES!" Mason said as he lifted Dunny off the ground in a bear hug.  "You, my friend, are an inspiration to your gender everywhere!" 

"I'm clutch!  I'm clutch!" Dunny replied, obviously shocked himself at his success. 

Cat and Jessa looked at each other, catching each other's eyes.  Neither one of them could believe they had lost.  Cat muttered "Well, let's get it over with."

"Wait, wait," Dunny called from the far side of the table, as he released himself from Mason's grip.  He looked at his watch.  "It's exactly 12.42 right now.  That means we've got you girls until 1:12, right?"

Jessa rolled her eyes, and said "Yeah, yeah.  Here you go..."

The two girls rolled their panties down their thighs simultaneously, stepping out of them, and picking them up off the mung-covered floor.  Cat grabbed Jessa's purple panties as she began walking to the bar, tossing them with her own onto the pile of clothes on the bar itself.

Jessa, her eyes locked with Mason's, laid down the next challenge.  "Double or nothing."

"Excuse me?" Cat looked over at the naked blonde in disbelief. 

"Double or nothing," Jessa repeated.  "I want another chance to get these guys naked."

Mason and Dunny looked at each other.  Mason shrugged, and said, "Yeah, that's fine with me, but I want the stakes explained out a little.  What are you guys going to do?  Get double naked?"

Jessa had not obviously thought it all through.  The cogs in her head were turning, though.

Cat though, had already heard enough to make her judgment.  "No." 

"Oh come on, Cat," Jessa begged.  "We're already stuck down here for the next half hour anyways.  Wouldn't you rather play pong than be stuck as their naked barmaid?"

Cat was already standing behind the bar.  She had already taken two glass mugs from the freezer, as Dunny had requested.  Still, Jessa had a point.  She really would prefer to keep playing.  She just wasn't sure what she was willing to offer. 

"Fine, fine," Cat agreed reluctantly.  "You win.  You always win.  But Mason's right -- what are the stakes?  What are we betting?"

"If we just keep going with the game," Mason added, "then Dunny and I will be naked after just a cup and a half.  There's really nothing for us to keep playing for." 

The little blonde's wheels were turning, though.  Finally, she spoke when she had an idea.  "Okay, you guys," Jessa began, gesturing at Dunny and Mason.  "If you guys lose the game, then you finish stripping off whatever clothes you still have on.  Individual hits and sinks don't matter -- we’re playing for the full game."

"So what if we win?  An hour of nudity?" Dunny asked.  "I mean, that's starting to look like the trend."

"Trend?" Cat looked over at Dunny incredulously.  "Trend?  Dunny, it's one and one!  The only trend here tonight is your lousy playing for an hour and a half followed by one good sink."

"That's not really technically a trend, either," Dunny said softly.

"Shut up!" Mason and Cat said in unison. 

Cat looked over at her partner.  If she already had to be down here for a half serving beer, she didn't want to add on another half hour.  She didn't want to spend the rest of the night down here in TriGam's basement.

"Well, we're already going to be playing the game naked," Jessa began, a solution forming in her head.  "What if... if we lose this one, you guys get to see us make out for a full minute?"

Cat's eyes widened to size of saucer-plates.  This obviously had both the guys interested, though.  Mason ended up shaking his head anyways.  "An hour of nudity versus one minute of kissing?  I'll take the nudity."  There was a pause.  "Make it fifteen, and you've got a deal." 

"That's way too long!" Cat shot back.  She hadn't been crazy about the minute, but fifteen minutes was far, far too long.  The last time that she'd even made out with a guy for fifteen minutes had been at Thanksgiving, when she and her high school boyfriend Topher had bumped into each other at the Big Apple Homecoming Game.  She liked Jessa and all, but fifteen minutes of kissing was way too much to ask of her. 

Jessa decided to bargain, though.  "Five minutes.  And we do it ON the pong table." 

Cat and Dunny just looked on in disbelief.   Mason kept haggling.  "Five minutes, on the pong table, and your clothes stay here.  You can come and get them tomorrow, if you want." 

Mason looked Jessa in the eye.  "Final offer."

"You get to keep our clothes?" Cat scoffed.  How did they think they could get away with that sort of thing? 

"Done," Jessa responded.

Cat's jaw dropped.  "No, no, no!  No fucking way!  I'm not walking back all the way back to Burr Street without my clothes!"  Cat lived a good mile away from TriGam, waaay off campus, with a number of other girls from the track team.

Jessa tried to calm her, though.  "Look, don't worry.  Even if we lose -- which we won't -- it’s not a far walk to Ep Chi.  We just cut across two yards, Mu Tau's and Omega's, at we're at my house.  Then you can get dressed in my room and head home.  Cool?"

"I don't like it," Cat replied.  "Why can't we just leave it as is?  Isn't being naked for the next half hour bad enough?"

"Yeah, but I want to share in the humiliation with those two."

Cat gulped.  Why was she going along with this?  Was it the alcohol?  Was it some sort of power that Jessa had over her?  Or was she actually starting to get turned on by being the focus of the guys' attention?  Whatever it was, it had clearly won out over her better senses. 

"Fine," she said, and readied herself for another game.  "Let's do it."


Cat and Jessa weren't doing badly.  After a few volleys, back and forth, they still have four and half cups of beer left, while the guys were already down to two full cups and two half-cups.  Maybe this wasn't going to turn out as bad as Cat had feared. 

Cat wasn't exactly comfortable in her nudity.  Her breasts bounced every time she swung her paddle.  Her nipples were still hard, seemingly pointing in every direction.  The pong table itself was only at about crotch-height, so her pussy was on full view for Mason and Dunny both.  But she concentrated on the game, and the game only, which worked for a little while. 

"Can I come out now?" Adam's voice called from around the corner of the basement.  "I want to go home."

None of them had noticed it, but the sounds of the ping-pong ball bouncing around the corner had stopped.  The other game had obviously ended. 

"Ummm," Cat paused for time.  She desperately tried to think of something she could cover herself with.  She racked her brain, but didn't come up with anything.  Whatever, she thought to herself, what's one more set of eyes?  The beer had taken hold.  "Yeah, head on home."

Adam poked his head around the corner, taking in the sights that the basement offered.  He smiled, and started towards the stairs, passing both Cat (who was covering herself with her hands) and Jessa (who seemed fine with her naked body being looked at).  Courtney was a few steps behind Adam, though the LeFebvre brothers didn't seem to be following. 

As Adam passed Jessa, she stuck out her arm and blocked his passage.  "Not so fast, buddy."

Adam looked confused.  "What?" 

"I think Cat and I could use a little good luck.  Don't you think so, Cat?"

Cat had begun to relax a little.  She had dropped the hand that had been covering her pubic hair, but she still had her other arm draped over her breasts to hide her nipples.  "Sure, good luck."

Adam was still confused by it all.  Actually, no one in the basement knew exactly what Jessa had in mind.  So, it came as a shock when she told Adam: "Slap my ass."

Adam didn't know what to make of it, and he looked to the others for help.  Cat was giggling, laughing at Jessa's outright sexuality.  Mason and Dunny were both watching to see if Adam would actually do it.  Courtney feigned disinterest as she poured herself a beer at the bar, but her eyes never left the scene. 

"You want me to slap your ass?" Adam asked, making sure that he understood. 

Jessa smiled, nodded, and turned her back to Adam.  Locking eyes with Mason, she leaned forward and presented her backside to the man behind her. 

Adam, not really seeing any harm to all of this, slapped his palm against Jessa's right buttock.  It wasn't a terribly powerful slap, but it was loud enough to provide satisfaction to everyone around the room.  Jessa smiled and thanked the man, and turned back to game as Adam clomped up the stairs, shaking his head in disbelief. 

"You little ho," Cat teased her friend, dropping her arms back down to the side.  She smiled at Jessa, still not quite understanding what had been going through Jessa's head. 

Jessa, though, hadn't had anything going through her head; she was naked, she was turned on, she was in the early stages of being drunk, and she wanted a good laugh. 

"Well, congratulations, Jessa," Courtney said, hopping up onto the bar next to the pile of clothing.  "That's the first time Adam's ever even seen a naked girl in the real life, let alone touched one."

Jessa couldn't believe it.  "No way!  Seriously?  He's a virgin?"

Courtney shook her head.  "Nope."

Both Cat and Jessa were confused. 

"You know he's gay, right?" Mason asked from the other side of the pong table. 

Everyone in the basement burst into laughter.  "So I guess that wasn't as much of a turn on for him as I had been hoping," remarked Jessa. 

"Don't worry," Dunny replied.  "It worked plenty well on this side of the table." 

The game started up again, and it looked as if Cat and Jessa had a pretty good chance of winning the game.  The next hit was against the guys, and Jessa celebrated by smacking Cat's ass with her pong paddle. 

"What, is this your deep, dark sexual fantasy?" Cat asked, rubbing her behind.  It didn't really bother her that much.  Jessa hadn't hit her very hard, and more than anything else, it was kind of funny. 

"Catherine McIntyre," Jessa began formally, "if you think THIS is my deepest, darkest sexual fantasy, you're a lot more naive than you let on."

Cat laughed, and continued the game.  They lost a cup here, hit a cup there, and the game rolled on.  Cat picked up the same celebratory paddle-to-ass move that Jessa had started, the girls laughing each time the smack was heard.  Dunny jokingly hit Mason once after they had scored, but a stern look from the bigger man emphasized that that sort of thing was a definite no-no on their side of the table. 

Courtney sat watching the whole game, and joked around with them all, right along with everybody else.  Her presence there should have bothered Cat, but she was beyond caring by that point.  She was naked.  She was happy.  She was buzzing. 

"What's with all these smacking sounds coming from over here?" Evan asked as he rounded the corner into their part of the basement.  He stepped down into the bar area, coming up behind Courtney, and wrapping his arms around her. 

"You've got yourself a few new pledges," Cat joked, smacking Jessa with the paddle to demonstrate. 

Jessa let out a fake yelp, and answered her paddling with, "Thank you sir!  May I have another?"

Like she felt about Courtney, Cat wasn't terribly bothered by Evan's presence.  Only a few minutes ago, she'd been covering herself in front of Adam.  Now, though, it seemed pretty much pointless.  Courtney, Dunny, and Mason had already seen her naked.  What did it matter if Evan did, as well?  Or Teddy, for that matter?  The younger LeFebvre crawled up alongside Courtney on the bar. 

It eventually came down to one full cup on Dunny and Mason's side of the table, and a cup and a half on Jessa and Cat's.  Dunny had done better this game than he'd done in the past two, but it was still a shock when he sunk the ball two times in a row. 

"What can I say?" Dunny remarked smugly to Mason.  "I'm clutch."

The level of laughter had died down on the girls' side of the pong table.  It was if someone had just let the air out of their balloon. 

Mason looked at his watch, and then at Jessa.  "So, now, we're agreed on five minutes, right?" 

Jessa nodded.

"On the pong table, right?"

Cat nodded.

"And you're both going home naked?"

The two girls nodded in unison. 

"Well, then, what's holding you up?" 

Jessa was already drunk enough to carry through the deal without being terribly awkward about it.  Cat knew that Jessa still had control over herself -- she wasn't falling-down drunk or anything like that.  But she had conquered whatever inhibitions she'd started with.  As the night had gone on, Cat wondered if Jessa had actually started with any inhibitions in the first place. 

Cat herself gulped down a beer that Teddy had poured for himself.  She wasn't at the same level of Jessa, and she needed a little bit of "liquid courage" before she carried through her part of the lost bet. 

Jessa turned and used her arms to pull herself up onto a sitting position on the pong table.  Spreading her legs just a little bit, she reached over and grabbed Cat's arm, pulling her towards her.  Cat was a little bit taken back by Jessa's straightforward approach to all of this, but she played along - she'd let Jessa direct her.  It was a lot easier to follow Jessa's lead to think about what she was going to do next herself. 

Their lips locked, and Cat was hesitant at first about what sort of kiss it was going to be.  The fronts of her naked thighs bumped against the plywood pong table, the outsides of her naked thighs bumping against the inside of Jessa's.  Jessa started a little slowly, but pushed her lips a little bit harder against Cat's.  Cat responded by doing the same, and began opening her mouth just a little bit. 

"Um," Dunny said, interrupting.  He was still standing in his boxers, but now there was a notable protrusion rising from within.  "I don't mean to interrupt for something so nitpicky, but aren't you BOTH supposed to be on the table."

Mason shot Dunny a look of disbelief.  Could he really be that much of a schmuck? 

"What?" Dunny asked, catching Mason's look. 

The girls didn't respond by saying anything.  Instead, Jessa simply shimmied back further onto the table, pulling Cat along with her.  Cat's knees made it onto the pong table, and she crawled up over Jessa, and continued kissing her.  Cat was still on her hands and knees, and her nipples were only millimeters away from Jessa's.  She knew that her pussy was on display for everyone at the bar, but she didn't really dwell on it -- she was getting lost in the moment. 

A normal ping-pong table never would have held the combined weight of Jessa and Cat, no matter how small or skinny they may have been.  But because Pong was so prevalent at Green College, and because ping-pong tables tended to be a little pricey, even for well-to-do fraternities, the typical answer was to make Pong tables from scratch.  This particular table, like most at Green, was made from a sheet of plywood and a few large, plastic trashcans.  Thus, the table supported Cat and Jessa, even if it did bend a little beneath them. 

Cat wasn't sure how much time had passed as her tongue intertwined with Jessa's.  She kept her eyes closed, trying to picture that Jessa was Mason.  Jessa was no doubt doing the same thing.  Unfortunately, the fantasy was ruined as Cat felt her nipple rub up against Jessa's breast. 

Lying down on her ride side, along Jessa's body, Cat continued kissing her friend.  The kiss itself was fairly good, extremely soft and sensual, which was different than kissing most men, Cat thought to herself.  But what was really getting to her, what was really turning her on were the five sets of eyes that were watching the make-out session, and absolutely enraptured.  Cat thought about how hard she was making Mason, how hard THEY were making Mason, and just did it for her.  She thought about him, about his penis (which they hadn't gotten to see tonight), but she kept kissing Jessa. 

The next thing that Cat knew, Jessa had rolled on top of her.  Their legs were intertwined, and Cat found her upper thigh in Jessa's crotch, and Jessa's upper thigh in her own.  And even though most her thoughts were concentrating on her lips, her tongue, her mouth, and her audience, Cat could feel a dampness on her thigh - Jessa was getting wet.  More than that, Cat could feel her own pussy get a little wet.  She was getting very turned on. 

The biggest problem that both of the girls faced, though, was where to put their hands.  Cat originally started off by just keeping her hands away from Jessa's body, but Jessa did do the same.  The little blonde kept her hands away from any sort of private area, the same private areas that Cat's body that were begging to be touched.  Instead, Jessa ran her hands along Cat's sides, her hips, and even the sides of her buttocks. 

The kiss lasted.  And lasted.  And lasted.  Cat was completely lost in it, but she did overhear some whispered.  Looking up, she saw Dunny putting a finger to his lips, and hissing, "Sssshhhh!" at Courtney. 

"What?" Jessa asked, looking over at Courtney from on top of Cat. 

"The guys are going to kill me," Courtney smiled delightedly, "but it's been almost seven minutes."

Huh, Cat thought to herself.  She looked up at Jessa, who looked back down with the same blank look.  They were both a little bit scared by what had just happened, and neither one of them was eager to say anything about it.  It was awkward as Jessa stood back up -- the fire and mischief had disappeared in the nearly seven minutes on the pong table. 

The rest of the basement was silent, as well.  It was more than a little uncomfortable, each one of the guys in a state of arousal they weren't eager to be in with a bunch of other guys. 

Mason finally broke the silence.  "Well then," he began, thinking he could possibly change the subject, "THAT was a good game."

He joined Evan behind the bar, probably eager to have the tartan tent that had formed out of his boxers, and poured himself another beer. 

A few more minutes ticked by.

"I think we should head home," Cat announced to Jessa, and to the others in the basement.  Something that had been fun, something that had been kind of a joke, had suddenly just become overtly sexual.  It caused a little bit of tension in the basement. 

"Are you sure you don't want me stay?" Jessa whispered to Mason across the bar, seemingly oblivious to everyone around her. 

"Jessa!" Cat whined.  "I thought we were going back to Ep Chi so that I could get some clothes and walk home?"

Ignoring her for a moment, Jessa whispered to Mason again.  "Are you sure you don't want me to come back?"

It was fairly straightforward.  Jessa was a sure thing. 

But Mason shook his head.  "Nah, I'm sorry, Jessa.  I'm over here on this side of the bar, and I'm so, so tempted.  But I think that while you're not too drunk to make out with Cat, I'd feel a little bit more comfortable if you came back tomorrow, once you've sobered up."

"Fine then," Jessa huffed.  She didn't take Mason's response as a rejection.  It was a little dorky, a little self-righteous, and little bit "boy-scout," but maybe he was right. 

Cat certainly thought he was, and if it was any more possible, she found herself more attracted to Mason.  But his attention was on Jessa, and there was little that Cat could do about it.  Maybe, she thought to herself, maybe someday.  In the here and now, though, she just wanted to take off.  She wasn't looking forward to her flight to Ep Chi, but she wanted to get it over with, get back in clothes, and go to bed. 

"Do you guys want your sandals, at least?" Mason asked.  Cat could tell by the sound of his voice that he felt a little bad about sending the girls home without their clothes.  But she also knew that Dunny would have a fit if Mason offered them anything more. 

"Yeah, that'd be cool," Cat responded, swiping both sets of flip-flops off the bar. 

"So I'll be by to pick up our clothes TO-morrow," Jessa said breathily to Mason, emphasizing the last word. 

"Sounds perfect," Mason responded, picking a cardboard High Life box off from behind the bar.  Separating his and Dunny's clothes out from the pile, Mason brushed the rest of the clothing into the box.  "I'll keep them up my room, so we don't have pledges going through them down here." 

Cat and Jessa made their way up the stairs, and out of the basement.  As they reached the landing, Courtney's voice came from below.

"Hey guys, wait up," she called.  "You mind if I walk home with you two?" 

"No, that's fine," Cat replied.  "It's a little more support, I guess."

All three girls, peeking around corners to make sure there weren't any TriGam brothers lurking about, headed towards the back door.

Down in the basement of TriGam, Mason had put his clothes back on and poured another twelve beers. 

"So you guys are next up, right?" Mason asked the two LeFebvre brothers. 

"Yeah, we're game," Evan replied.  "But don't think I'm taking anything off for you, and don't think I'm getting up on that table and making out with my kid brother." 

"No worries," Mason replied, laughing.  "I think if those were the stakes, I'd let you win.  That is, if it didn't involve me doing any of the same with Dunny."

Dunny stood there next to Mason, laughing along with him.  As they got ready to play the next game, though, Mason looked over at his partner.

"Damn it, Dunny!  Could you at least put some of your clothes back on?"

Panting heavily, two nude girls and a fully clad one burst through the living room door of Ep Chi.  Wendy Stone and Lex Oakley were both sitting on the couch, watching Conan O'Brien, and were obviously confused at the sight of Cat and Jessa's naked bodies. 

"I'll explain it tomorrow at Meetings," Jessa said, drunkenly breezing past the two, with Cat following behind her.  They two nude girls headed for the stairs up to Jessa's room, while Courtney sat and joined the other girls in front of the television. 

Once they'd reached Jessa's room, Jessa made no attempt to get redressed, much to Cat's dismay.  Instead, she plopped down in front of her computer to check her e-mail.  "Just grab something out of the closet," Jessa said, gesturing towards the corner of the room. 

"We're okay, right?" Cat asked, as she sifted through Jessa's clothes.  "I mean, is it going to be awkward, because of tonight?"

Jessa turned her attention away from her inbox.  Her tits were bathed in the blue light of the computer screen.  She comforted her friend by saying, "Of course not.  Listen, when we were living together, how many times did you see me naked?"

Cat had to admit that it had been more than once.  They had had a one-room triple, after all, and there really wasn't anywhere to hide if you needed to change.  Cat had seen Jessa naked a lot that year, as well as Rachel Corrigan, their third roommate. 

"And the kiss?" Jessa asked, looking her friend in the eyes.  "This kiss was good; I'm not going to lie.  But no offense, I'm not exactly looking to score with you."

Cat laughed.  It had just been a kiss, right?  No big deal.  She'd kissed a lot of her friends, albeit her male friends, and they were still okay.  Why should it be any different with Jessa?  Cat found herself a pair of Jessa's butt-pants, black sweats with the Ep Chi's letters written across the ass.  She grabbed a tank top, and put that on, as well.  The clothes were a little small on her, but they were better than walking home naked. 

"Of course, the next time we play them, we should think abut offering that as collateral," Jessa continued, turning back to the computer screen.  She was joking, of course, but there was a part of Cat that was more than a little turned on by the thought.  Not just of the sex, but of the eyes on her as she did.  Was she some sort of exhibitionist?

Cat brushed the thought aside, and didn't give it any serious thought for a long while.  She stepped into the hall, and began her walk back to Burr Street.