Not Just Another Fraternity Party

When Sarah agreed to attend the fraternity party the evening of Sunday, July 13, it never occurred to her that there was anything special about the date. Who would think of the significance of midnight -- that the party would continue onto the 14th of July. If she thought of it at all, she knew July 14 is celebrated in France as the start of the French Revolution. But in the US, July 14 is National Nude Day. She had vaguely heard about this underground holiday, where people stripped naked for a day. But that happened in places far away, right?, not in a midwestern college town where the most salacious event of the year was the sorority bikini-carwash fundraiser.

No, no one could say this was her fault. At most, maybe she made a poor choice to party at a fraternity that she wasn't familiar with. But she was with a girl, Betty, from her English lit class. Granted, she didn't know Betty that well, but she was happy to be invited to a party.

So she was surprised when a few minutes before midnight, after an evening of drinking, the crowd began to count down the minutes. Sort of like what happens in Times Square on New Year's Eve.

She didn't understand the strange tension that gripped the crowd as they counted out loud ... ten, nine, eight... At the stroke of midnight, she was stunned when everyone began stripping off clothes.

"Happy Nude Day," many shouted. The guys' clothes were the first off. Shirts flew overhead, the guys proud to show off muscular chests. Trousers followed. The men encouraged the women, often helping (without necessarily waiting to be asked) with unbuttoning blouses, lowering zippers. But the ladies were full participants. Bras came off, breasts of all sizes and shapes filling one's eyes. Even girls who were flat chested, and might be sensitive about their bodies, had shed their clothes. How was Sarah the only one who seemed not to know?

"Come on, Sarah," said Betty, now dressed only in bra and panties. "What are you waiting for? This is the greatest day of the year!"

Sarah looked around dumbstruck, as men pulled off their underwear, proudly displaying themselves. Sarah, while not a prude, had never seen so many penises, so much pubic hair, in one setting. That exposure fueled the excitement in the room as laggards, pulled by peer pressure, joined in. Some girls kept panties on, but they were at least topless. Sarah soon was the only person in the room fully clothed.

Now, one naked person in a room of clothed individuals is an oddity. But what happens when everyone is naked and you are clothed?

"Sarah, what are you waiting for?" Betty asked again. "You knew this was a Nude Day party, right?"

"No, I did not!" she replied. "You never said a word!"

"Sure I did. I told you July 14 was going to be a wild time, remember?" Betty said.

"Hey lady," one of the fellows called out, "You're disrespecting us if you keep your clothes on."

"Yeah, it's not right. You've got no special body parts," said another. "Take it off."

The crowd picked up the chant. "Take it off, take it off, take it off."

Sarah backed up, only to run into hands. One lifted her blouse up and over her head, leaving her exposed in a frilly lace bra. It was not very thick and her nipples were prominently visible. Another pair of hands pulled down her skirt. She felt the bra clasp at her back being unhooked. She held the bra in place. She spun around, away from the clutching hands, now just in panties and (barely) a bra.

"Take it off, take it off," the chanting went on.

A fraternity member named Richard, whom she recognized as being in her Chemistry class, came up to her. He was a good looking guy and he had a kind face. Sarah had always fancied him, but only in that safe way that one admires a pretty face in a crowd. Now she had the chance to see the whole man, as he was nude. The penis, not fully erect but not flaccid either, poked out invitingly. Despite being half dazed at what was happening, she realized that it was a good look.

"If you don't want to join in, I'll help you," he said. "Just say the word."

Sarah had a decision to make. She had never done anything remotely as insane as stripping in public. She'd been naked with guys before, sure, but one-on-one. Never in a group setting. But college is a time to do crazy things, right? Would she regret it if she fled from dozens of her (now naked) classmates? She had a pretty body; everyone said her full, shapely breasts, were her best feature. She had nothing to be ashamed of. Was her modesty more valuable than everyone else's?

"Thank you," she said to Richard. "that is very sweet of you. But I'm in." With that, she lowered her hands and released the bra to fall to the floor.

"You sure?" he asked?

"Yes."

Richard took his hands and pulled down the panties. Sarah stepped out of them, as the crowd cheered.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked.

"Yes," Sarah replied. "Happy Nude Day."

He placed his hands on her bare buttocks and pulled her in for a full throated kiss. Somewhat forward, Sarah thought, as they had barely spoken -- much less dated --but hard to protest when you've just stripped in front of him. Sarah wrapped her arms around the boy and let herself experience the excitement of their nude embrace. Her hand moved to his front, and grasped the testicles firmly. The penis grew and curved over his abdomen.

She hung with Richard the rest of the evening. For sure they would see each other further. Sarah fantasized that they could never tell their children (her mind was racing!) how they had met. But they'd always have to celebrate July 14 -- Nude Day. They'd tell the kids they were celebrating the storming of the Bastille.