The Skin Ball
by Doc Wonderstorm

Part One: THE BET

THE AURORA CAFE

If there was one party at Green College that defined Jessa West's four years, it was the Skin Ball.  That one night, more than any other, was the one that she remembered years later, the one that shaped her more than any professor, the one that taught her more about herself than any class.  It was a night when she bonded with her sorority sisters, flirted with dozens of guys, and opened herself to new ideas and experiences that she had previously written off as too brazen, too risqué. 

But the foundation for Jessa's eye-opening evening was laid months beforehand, at the opening of her senior fall, at a coffee shop in downtown Hancock.  Early on that Sunday morning, the Aurora Café was practically devoid of life, Green College students hesitant to get out of better after what had been the first night, and the first real parties, of the term.  Jessa herself was feeling a little hung-over, but it was Alexandra Poe, who was sitting alongside her, that had been popping aspirin all morning.  Kristin Douglas, too, looked somewhat out of it, her eyes half-open as she took deep sips from her cup of coffee. 

A Sunday morning meeting had not been the idea of the three sorority girls.  Isaac Lingle, who sat across the table from the bedraggled sisters, appeared to be wide-awake, despite the fact that Jessa was sure she'd seen him at DZO the night before. 

Isaac was obviously excited about the prospect of Ep Chi helping raise money for Homes for the Homeless, and he was throwing out fundraising ideas that the sorority could possibly help him with, but at the same time assuring the girls that they'd have complete control over the fundraisers themselves.  Isaac didn't necessarily care how the money was raised; he just wanted to get a pledge of support from Epsilon Chi.

Ep Chi, as it was known around campus, was easily the richest, quite correctly the snootiest, and arguably the most attractive sorority at Green College.  The three girls seated across from Isaac were no exception to those stereotypes.

Jessa West had been born and raised in Tallahassee as a Southern belle, the daughter of a conservative Florida senator.  She was every bit a debutante, from the way she carried herself to the gentle country accent that so many Green men found so alluring.  She was short, only a couple of inches taller than five feet, and had shoulder-length baby-blonde hair that framed her high cheekbones, bright blue eyes, and a set of extremely sexy red lips. 

Kristin Douglas looked less the part of a traditional Ep Chi, but her personality made up for it in strides.  She had been born and raised on Long Island, and educated at all of the best and most expensive private schools, before coming to rural Hancock in New England to attend Green College.  Kristin was heavily involved in the Green College Riding Club, a bastion of daddys’ little girls.  Her straight black hair was cut extremely short, a look that Kristin loved and hated at the same time; on one hand, she looked more grown up and little bit sexier, but on the other, she missed having long hair to arrange and play with. 

Completing the trio of early-risers was Alex Poe, ever the troublemaker.  When she was a little more awake, and a little less hung-over, there tended to be a mischievous look in her sparkling green eyes that Jessa at once looked forward to and feared.  Her hair, hanging down past her shoulders, was a chestnut brown.  She, unlike her sisters, had been raised in a low-income town outside of Burlington, but had found her niche at Ep Chi, becoming every bit the social elite that Kristin and Jessa had both been since birth. 

Isaac himself found the girls a little too high-maintenance for his own tastes, but all three were gorgeous nonetheless, despite being dressed in sweats and suffering from bags under their red eyes.  But his happiness rose not from the beautiful women across the table from him, but from their pledge to raise money for his organization.

Each fall, Student Volunteer Projects (SVP) held its annual fundraising drives for the programs that were housed within its guidelines, from Homes for the Homeless to Student Mentors to the environmental club (the Green Green Club).  And each fall, the Greek houses that lined Calhoun Avenue all offered their support for particular programs. 

Ep Chi was one of the strongest houses when it came to fundraising.  Last year, it had raised a small fortune for the Prison Tutor Project, and Isaac was ecstatic to have them for his particular group.  Jessa was the house's Fundraising Chair, Kristin the Treasurer, and Alex the current House President, so the three girls were able to speak for Ep Chi as a whole and promise to raised money for Homes for the Homeless' expanded programs in nearby Swansea. 

Jessa made a joke about how much money they'd be able to raise, bragging about Ep Chi's performance in the past.  The other two girls laughed, but it was clear that the jest struck the nerve of another customer at the Aurora Café that morning.

Instead of ignoring the comment, Mason MacNeill saddled down at the table, taking a seat alongside Isaac, with whom he was actually fairly good friends.

"So we were actually looking for a charity, too," Mason said to Isaac, not paying any attention to the girls across from him.  "Tri Gam, that is.  Do you think that we could possibly give to Homes for the Homeless, too?"  A smile crept across Mason's face -- he knew that this was going to set Jessa off.

As Isaac's jaw dropped at the prospect of having TWO houses donate to his group, Jessa butted in.  "Mason!  Homes for the Homeless is Ep Chi's charity!  Find your own!"

Tall, easy-going, and good-looking, Mason was the dream guy for more than one Green College student of the female persuasion.  He had close-cropped brown hair that Jessa herself had dreamed of running her hands through on more than one occasion, though she had held back.  Sophomore year, there had been an undeniable electricity between the two, but Jessa had stepped back when she'd found out that her friend Cat was interested in him.  After all, most of Jessa's attraction to Mason was purely physical, and it was clear that there was a little more emotional involvement on Cat's end of things.  Though Cat and Mason had dated for nearly a year, they'd broken up that summer, and the Tri Gam brother -- make that the Tri Gam PRESIDENT -- was suddenly on the market again.  Unfortunately, he was currently trying to cause trouble.

"Are you saying that two houses can't raise money for the same charity, Jessa?" Mason asked the blonde girl, feigning indignance.  "Isn't it about the homeless people, and not Ep Chi?"

Isaac was nodding along, dollar signs in his eyes.  "He's right," he said to the girls.  "I mean, two houses raising money for us would do a lot of good around the community, both in Hancock and in Swansea."

Jessa was annoyed, though.  "He's not doing this raise money for the homeless.  He's doing it to irritate us."

"Maybe," Mason smiled coyly, "maybe I'm doing both at once."

Jessa wrinkled up her nose at him, but Alex jumped in with a challenge.  "So what if we make this a competition?"

"A competition?" Mason asked.

"A competition?" Isaac repeated, the sounds of cash registers ringing in his ears. 

"Yeah," Alex replied.  "We see who can raise the most the money.  If I remember correctly, Ep Chi has out raised all the other houses for something like five or six years in a row.  Tri Gam... hmmm... Tri Gam has one of the worst records, don't you?  Didn't even Mu Tau out raise you guys last year?"

"Well, we had nothing to fight for," Mason explained casually. 

"Actually, the Hunger Awareness program collapsed because they didn't have enough funding last year," Isaac interrupted.

Mason gave him a look.  "Do you want Tri Gam's help?"

"Sorry."

Mason turned back to Alex.  "So what exactly are you proposing?"

Alex had woken up.  Her eyes were dancing with a sense of daring, a hint of mischief.  "Well, I was at your house last night, before DZO.  You guys were having nude tails?"

A rite of passage within Tri Gam was a brother's night of nude tails.  Each year, Tri Gam pledges played bartender for an open party in nothing more than a pair of shoes.  Most of the brothers stayed behind the bar most of the night, but there were definitely more daring pledges who walked through the party, serving beer to anyone who wanted it. 

Mason's eyebrows were raised at where he figured Alex was heading.  "So?"

"So, what if we bet a night of nudity?  A naked party?" the brunette suggested, licking her lips. 

"A Skin Ball," Jessa added, not entirely sure that she was sold on the idea.  Sure, she'd been naked in front of Mason before.  She'd done her fair share of streaking, strip poker, and other things, as those things were practically required of college students.  But a whole party, completely naked for anyone and everyone to come in and see her, was a little different.  It didn't seem as safe, it didn't seem as controlled. 

Isaac was hushed.  Mason was mulling it over in his head. 

Alex continued, "Whichever house raises the most money by Thanksgiving break hosts a party for the other house at the end of the term.  The winning house pays for the DJ, the alcohol, the party favors, whatever.  The losing house comes over and strips."

Mason was definitely interested.  Just the thought of an entire house of naked Ep Chis was turning him on.  But Mason was grounded in reality -- he knew that Tri Gam had a dismal fundraising record, and that if he entered into this bet with Alex, Jessa, and Kristin, it would undoubtedly be the Tri Gam brothers dancing around with their dicks hanging out at the end of the day.  "I don't know..."

"Okay, what if we sweetened the deal?" Alex asked.  She wanted this bet. 

"How?"

"Twelve hours," Jessa added, Alex's excitement catching hold of her.  Out-fundraising Tri Gam wouldn't be much of a challenge.  "Twelve hours naked.  Losers come over, have a party, spend the night, and clean up the next day.  You guys can even make us breakfast."

"Spend the night?" Isaac asked.  He wasn't in either house.  He wouldn't be stripping naked either way.  But the thought of an entire naked sorority, cuddling up in bed together at Tri Gam, was definitely getting him excited.

"No impropriety involved," Jessa added.  "In fact, it's probably best if we stipulate this now -- this is about stripping.  We're not all going to descend into an orgy.  Girls will sleep separate from boys, no matter who wins."

"And no one else," Kristin added, much to Isaac's disappointment.  "Just Ep Chi and Tri Gam, and that's it."

Mason was definitely interested, despite his doubts.  He tried to hedge a little bit more, saying, "Honestly, I can't make this bet, no matter how much I want to.  President or not, I still have to talk to the rest of the guys, run this by them.  And even though you've got your little Cabinet here, I think it's probably a good idea for you three to the same with your house."

"Is that a yes?" Jessa asked devilishly.  "Are you making the bet?"

"Pending house approval," Mason replied slowly, "that's a yes.  We're up for the competition."

Alex and Kristin squealed in delight.  Jessa was excited, too, but there was still an inkling of doubt in the back of her mind.  The chances of this backfiring were small, but they were still there.

"Okay," Alex smiled.  "Isaac's the witness, though if he breathes a word about this to anyone on campus, even to the other people at Homes for the Homeless, then we drop our pledges, and give them to Green Green."

Isaac nodded -- he didn't want to foul up the chance to bring in this sort of money for his project. 

"Alright then," Mason said.  "It's on."

"It's on," Jessa repeated. 

ADAMS DINING HALL

That Thursday, the day after House Meetings, Mason found Jessa and Alex eating lunch with Cat McIntyre in the Adams Dining Hall.  Mason dropped into the seat next to Cat, giving her a polite hello, awkward as it may have been.  His attention was on Jessa and Alex, though, to whom he winked and said simply, "It's a go."

Alex said the same thing.  As Cat sat there, wondering what had just happened, Jessa smiled to herself.  Beating these guys would be absolutely no problem. 

KENNEDY STUDENT UNION

Isaac sat his desk, working on an e-mail to his community partners in Swansea, thanking them for all the help that they'd given him over the course of the term.  He was entirely enthralled in his work, barely looking up at the twelve Ep Chi sisters who had invaded the Homes for the Homeless office at the Kennedy Student Union.  For their own part, the girls talked smugly among themselves, positive that they'd won the bet. 

Isaac wanted to wait for the Tri Gam brothers to show up before he announced anything.  His policy all term was to keep the amounts raised a secret, knowing that Homes for the Homeless would benefit a little bit more if each house were blindly raising money, unsure of how much the other had raised.  And despite being tempted to side with his gender, Isaac remained nothing more than a fair referee, doing his best to stay neutral throughout the challenge. 

Jessa sat there with them, on the couch with Alex, Kristin, Courtney Gagnon, and Wendy Stone.  She was lost in thought, recounting the money that she and her sisters had raised for the charity.  There was no way that Tri Gam even stood a chance.  Ep Chi had worked three times as hard as they'd ever worked before, and had raised four or five times more money they'd raised in the past few years.  On top of their normal events, they'd scheduled even more.  They'd gotten a band.  They'd raised money among Hancock community members.  Some of their parents had even sent in money, seeing how hard the girls were working. 

Tri Gam, apparently, seemed to be working no harder than they had last year, when they'd raked in only a few hundred dollars.  At first, Jessa had been stunned by the fact that Tri Gam's fundraising had been limited to a single five dollar party they'd held back in October.  Courtney Gagnon had dug deeper, though, and had discovered from her boyfriend Evan that Tri Gam was recycling its beer cans as well.  Jessa laughed, just thinking about the brothers' attempts to keep their recycling program secret.  THAT was their big plan?  THAT was how they were going to raise more money than Ep Chi?

Ep Chi had even held a Beach Party in early November.  No one on campus could deny that they wanted to see all the Ep Chi sisters in bikini tops and grass skirts.  And because they'd opened the party up to the whole campus, they were easily able to charge seven dollars at the door and still get two or three times as many people in their house than Tri Gam has with their "Five Dollar Festivities," as Alex had nicknamed the frat's pitiful party.

In contrast to the twelve girls who'd shown up to view the results, only two Tri Gam brothers came to the Homes for the Homeless office that afternoon.  Mason was joined by Dunny Groom, his perennial sidekick, with his perfectly gelled hair done up in contrast to Mason's. 

"Did you bring enough support?" Mason teased Jessa as he walked into the room, settling down on the corner of Isaac's desk.

"Or did you bring them all so you wouldn't have to relay the bad news later?" Dunny asked.

"Shut up, Dunny," Jessa and Alex said in unison.

"Besides, I think we probably did okay," Alex said, quite sure of herself. 

"Actually," Isaac said, turning from his computer, "you didn't."

A hush fell over the room.  The girls weren't sure what Isaac meant, but the grins on the brothers' faces showed that they suspected they'd won.

Isaac called up a graphic that he'd created with Excel for the fundraiser.  There, to the horror of every single girl in the room, was a bar graph that clearly showed Tri Gam's tally significantly higher than Ep Chi's.  Not even by just a little -- Tri Gam had clearly brought in a larger sum. 

The room went into an uproar.  Mason and Dunny were so excited that they were dancing and hugging in the center of the room.  Alex was trying to shut the girls up who were yelling and screaming about how they weren't going to go through with the bet.  Kristin was asking Isaac if he'd done the math right.  Jessa was demanding to know how Mason had possibly raised that amount of money. 

Smiling, Mason replied, "Alumni."

Jessa blinked. 

"Well, technically, it was 'alumnus.'  Singular.  A Tri Gam alum."

"Who?" Jessa asked, though she knew the answer as soon as it was out of her mouth. 

"Jupiter Knox," Mason and Dunny replied together. 

One of Green College's most successful alumni, Jupiter Knox had inherited his family's industrial company and had turned it into one the largest and wealthiest corporate conglomerates in the world.  Knox was one of the richest men in the metropolis of Babylon, and ranked up there as one of the richest men in the world, sitting alongside Bill Gates and that Walmart family.  Jessa had known that he was a Green College alumnus.  She hadn't known that he'd been a brother at Gamma Gamma Gamma. 

"You can't do that!" Kristin cried.  "That's illegal!  That wasn't part of the bet!"

"How?" Mason asked.  "How is that illegal?"

Kristin was stumped.  Jessa had to admit that she was, too.  It wasn't illegal for Tri Gam to have gone to their alums.  After all, Ep Chi had turned to their parents.  It was just hard admitting defeat. 

"So we have to do this now?" Alex asked, resigned to their fate, but willing to see if Mason would let them out of it somehow. 

Mason, predictably, didn't budge.  "You're damn right you do."

"You don't think that walking around a frat house naked is a little dangerous for all of us?  What if we did it at Ep Chi, instead?" the brunette asked.  Jessa liked her thinking -- it would be a little easier in their own house rather than having to get naked down the street at Tri Gam. 

"Oh, come on, Alex," Mason whined.  "You guys are the ones who set the terms of the bet.  I had almost nothing to do with them."

Alex begrudgingly agreed.

"I hear the safety thing, though," he conceded.  "We're going to have to sit down and set out some ground rules before we do this.  The last thing we need is trouble."

Jessa couldn't believe that they were going to go through with this.  She couldn't believe that she'd be parading all around Tri Gam in absolutely nothing.  Not that she hadn't been naked in the basement of the fraternity before, but it had been two years ago, and only in front of four brothers -- not ALL of them.  She sighed.  At least this time, she'd be in good company, surrounded by dozens of other nude girls, instead of just one. 

Looking around, it was clear that all of the girls were shocked and dismayed about their predicament, but they were slowly becoming more and more resigned to the reality of the whole thing.  Jessa was one of them -- she didn't want to do this, but she knew she had to.  And that was that. 

TRI GAM

It was three o'clock that following Sunday afternoon, and Mason was lying flat on his back, grunting in pleasure.  Seated atop him was Alyssa Patton, a petite redheaded freshman, who herself was squealing in delight, grinding her pussy harder against Mason's mouth.  Her small hands were in front of her, massaging Mason's cock, his hips bucking against her grip.  Her tongue flicked against his tip, providing sensation that was shooting through his body.  She never took him completely into her mouth, instead teasing her with her tongue, her lips -- but never her full mouth.  It was driving Mason absolutely wild. 

The redhead herself seemed to be more interested in what was going on behind her, though.  Mason's tongue was flicking deeply inside her, driving deeper than she would have thought possible -- but not getting quite as deep as she might have wanted.  Her clit, seemingly on fire with sexual energy, was rubbing against the older man's chin, getting her hotter and hotter until she couldn't stand it any longer. 

"I don't think I can take anymore," Alyssa whispered loudly, releasing her hold on Mason's dick.  "I want you inside of me."

That was all that Mason needed.  In a flash, he had grabbed her hips and practically lifted her off his body, his thick biceps more than strong enough to move this small girl as if she were a doll.  He twisted her, pushing her down his body and closer to his cock.  Just as his tip felt the wetness dripping from Alyssa's pussy, there was a knock at the door. 

"GO AWAY!!!" Alyssa and Mason yelled in unison.  They held their pose for a few seconds, just to make sure that whoever was on the far side of Mason's bedroom door had gotten the message.

"Mason?  Is that you?"

It was Jessa. 

"Who's that?" Alyssa spat accusingly at Mason, never raising her voice louder than a whisper.  "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No," Mason replied, shaking his head.  "I have a pain in the ass."  He pushed Alyssa aside for a second, shouting at the door, "Jess, what is it?  Can't it wait until later?"

Out in the hall, Jessa answered, "Mason, come on.  Let's just sit down, set out the rules, and then we can both get back to studying for finals."

Mason's mind was spinning.  On his right was a redhead, absolutely ready to be fucked.  On the far side of his door was a blonde, who wanted to nothing more than just set up a set of rigid rules to make the upcoming Skin Ball more to her liking, and undoubtedly less to his own. 

"Go away!"

"That's it," Jessa said, grabbing the doorknob and forcing the door open.  "I just want to..."

Alyssa's eyes almost popped out of her head -- she couldn't believe that Mason hadn't locked the door.  Even as Mason was jumping quickly out of bed to prevent Jessa's entry, the blonde was already halfway into the room, and had spotted the younger girl. 

"Oh god!" Jessa shrieked as she locked eyes with Alyssa.  "I didn't know!  I didn't know!"

Mason, his white bed sheet wrapped around his waist, forced the blonde out into the hallway, following behind her. 

Still a little bit flustered, Jessa said, "Jesus, Mason.  I didn't know.  We can do this later."

The Tri Gam brother just plopped down on the staircase leading to the main hall below.  He pulled Jessa down alongside him.  "No, no," he sighed heavily.  "You're here.  Let's just get this done with." 

She wasn't sure exactly what to say, so she just sat there with her mouth agape. 

"The rules?" Mason asked, glancing back over his shoulder.

Jessa nodded, shaking away the image of the naked redhead in Mason's room.  "Alex and I drew them up over Break.  I went home with her, you know, because Florida was a little bit far to go."  She paused, looking back towards Mason's bedroom.  "Are you sure you want to do this now?  Who is that in there?"

"Alyssa Patton," Mason replied. 

"Jamie Patton's little sister?  Isn't she a freshman?"

"Yeah."

"Are you two..."

"Well, we're not doing much of anything right now."

Jessa just blinked. 

"No, we're not dating.  She just came over for a guitar lesson, and, you know, one thing led to another." 

"Oh."  The blonde took out a wrinkled piece of paper from her bag.  "Are you sure you want to do this now?"

"Well, let's do it, and get it over with, and I'll go back to my tutoring session."  He shot her a wicked smiled. 

Still a little flustered, Jessa began, "I just... I just want to make sure that everything goes okay, you know?  We're going to have a house full of naked women, horny frat boys, and a shitload of alcohol.  I'm not making any accusations or anything, but things could go south if we're not careful."

"Yeah, I know," Mason replied reluctantly.  "I'm going to drill that into the guys this week at Meetings.  You have my promise to make sure that everyone stays in line." 

"That's sweet," Jessa said honestly, smiling at him.  "But you can't be everywhere at once.  And it's more than that -- I want to get the logistics worked out about stuff, too."

"Okay."

She smoothed the sheet of paper out, looked over at Mason, and said, "Okay, I think this Friday is really the last night that we can do this thing this term.  I mean, if we're staying over to clean and cook breakfast, it's really got to be either Saturday or a Sunday the next morning, and we just figured we'd do it on Friday so that everyone could do their work and get ready for finals Saturday afternoon, and then all of Sunday, without the thought of this hovering the back of their minds."

"Friday's fine," Mason replied to the blonde's babbling. 

"Alex and I were also thinking that it'd probably be best if we came over here to Tri Gam at like ten, and then stayed clothed for about an hour, you know, to get accustomed before we go through with it."

"To get a little bit of liquid courage in you, you mean."

"Something like that.  And then we'll get dressed and leave at eleven the next morning."

Mason shook his head.  "Twelve hours is an okay estimate, but you guys ARE supposed to cook and clean the following morning.  So how about we say 'after breakfast' you guys can get dressed and go home, and just shoot for that to be around eleven?"

Jessa thought it over for a few seconds, and agreed. "Okay, the rules now.  Rule One: We can wear shoes, jewelry, or any sort of other accessory that might only be marginally counted as clothing."

Mason eyes lit up.  "What, like garter belts and stockings?"

"Right," Jessa replied sarcastically.  "No, we just don't want to have to stand around in mung all night, or take out all our jewelry.  We said we'd be naked, so no lingerie."

"You know, cause if you wanted to wear stockings, that might..."

"Rule Two: It will only be brothers in the house -- no guests."

"Agreed."

"Rule Three: No cameras, no hidden cameras, no video tapes, nothing.  What you guys see on Friday night is it."

"That's fair."

"I mean it, Mason.  I don't want pictures of us popping up on websites all over the place."

"I promise.  You have my word."

Despite other faults, Mason was always true to his word.  Even if Jessa didn't trust the other brothers in the house, she knew that she could trust Mason to enforce the rules. 

"Rule Four: No touching without permission.  If a girl wants to be touched, she has to clearly show that she wants to be touched."

"That's fair."

Jessa knew that she should drive the point home.  "That's not just sexual touching, like touching my tits or something.  Dancing, getting someone a drink, everything.  If you want to shake my hand, Mason, I have to extend it first."

"Okay, okay.  No touching.  Gotcha."

"Rule Five: No sexual intercourse.  We're going to be naked and drunk.  And while Rule Four is pretty clear, we're stressing this rule with the girls, too.  We don't want anyone getting taken advantage of at this party."

Mason hesitated on this one.  He was going to be amazingly turned on at the end of the night, and the thought that he wouldn't get to score was somewhat disappointing.  But he knew that Jessa was right.  Outlawing sex altogether -- even if it was consensual and between two people who weren't drinking -- would help prevent a myriad of other problems.  While that meant that he'd probably just end up masturbating alone at the end of the night, he treasured the fact that the Skin Ball was probably going to give him something to masturbate about for years to come. 

"Understood," he agreed.

"Rule Six: At three o'clock, the party is over.  The girls can start to go to sleep up in the main hall, and the brothers have to be out by three thirty at the absolute latest."

"Actually," Mason interjected, "Dunny and I were thinking that the basement might be better."

Jessa had a disgusted look come over her face.  "We're not going to sleep on the floor of the basement, Mason.  The main hall is fine."

"Fine, fine.  Agreed.  There's more room in the basement, though."

"There's also going to be a shitload of beer and all else on the basement floor," the blonde replied.  "The main hall is fine."

"Fine."

"Rule Seven: The brothers stay full clothed at all time around the girls."

"You don't want competition?  Is that it?  You want the Skin Ball to be all yours?"

"On any other circumstance, a completely naked party might be better than just one of the sexes being naked.  But I think that if you have brothers getting naked around the girls that's just going to lead to some of the other problems that we're trying to combat with these rules." 

"Yeah, you're probably right.  Polite and courteous, that's the Tri Gam way."  He looked at the sheet spread out in front of Jessa.  "Is that it?" 

"Well, we've got one more rule, but it's more for us than it is for you guys.  Rule Eight is the buddy rule.  We're going to pair the girls up so that no one's ever alone.  Safety, you know?"

"You guys are making us look absolutely evil," Mason said, legitimately hurt at all the legislation that the girls had drawn up.  It all made them sound as if Tri Gam were Beta Upsilon, the frat down the street that was derogatively nicknamed "Nightmare House." 

"No, it's just..." Jessa began.  "It's just that it's sister solidarity.  We just want to make sure that we're looking out for each other."

"I know, I know.  If I were you guys, I'd probably put together most of those same rules myself.  How are you going to enforce the buddy rule, though?  I mean, it's all well and good, but I know for a fact that it's broken down on more than one of my childhood field trips."

Jessa shot him a grin.  "We thought of that.  You'll see," she teased. 

The two of them looked over the list of rules.  Jessa thought she had done okay -- she’d made sure that all her important concerns were addressed.  The logistics were set, and they could go and have fun, and maybe even relax a bit without worrying that the Skin Ball would sink to the lowest common denominator.  Mason felt that even with all the concessions on the list, he'd be living through one of the most fantastic nights of his life.

With the rules agreed on, Jessa told Mason to get on with the planning for the Skin Ball.  "We'll be expecting alcohol, music, and an overall good party.  This isn't going to be just a strip show, no matter how many nude girls there are.  This isn't going to be us parading back and forth while you guys ogle us.  This is supposed to be a party, a real party."

"And what a party it will be," Mason replied.  

"Now get back to business," Jessa said, standing up and descending down that stairs.  She turned away, leaving the sheet-clad Tri Gam president on the top of the staircase, lusting after one girl while another was ready to go in his bedroom.