The Fraternity-Sorority Competition

The rivalry between the top sorority and fraternity at the State university had been a tradition for years. On the school's annual Greek Day celebration, the two houses would pit their members against each other in a competition. In the past, the guys favored physical tests (e. g. foot races) while the ladies favored games of dexterity or skill, like cornhole toss. This was the guys' year to choose the challenge, and they selected mud wrestling. A nominee from the frat would battle one from the sorority. The girls protested that a guy against a girl in a mud pit was no contest at all; the inherently stronger guy would surely win. To even the odds, it was agreed that one guy would fight two women, at the same time.

"So what determines the winner? Who can pin the other, two out of three falls?" asked Amy, the sorority president.

"Well, we want something more interesting," said Brad, the fraternity prez. "The winner is the one who can strip off the clothes of the other. The guy will have to strip the clothes off of both women to win. You only have to strip one guy. Shouldn't be hard for you, right?"

"You're out of your mind," said Amy. "Why would we agree to this? Other than the pleasure of humiliating some guy, what's in it for us?"

"The losing side will clean the house of the other every week for a month. We guys would only wear tight Speedo swim trunks when we clean. You ladies will wear bikinis."

"You're pretty confident, aren't you?" said Amy. "You're on, so long as we agree that while pulling and tugging is fine, there cannot be physical violence. The guy can't clobber the girl on the head to get his way."

The guys were agreeable to this, and the contest was set.

A mud pit was created in the backyard of the fraternity house. The grass was dug up in a 10 x10 foot section, and the ground soaked to create a mud pile 18 inches deep.

Each contestant would be barefoot, and wear shorts, underpants or panties, and a t-shirt. The women wrangled an advantage: a fourth garment; they were allowed to wear bras. Among many eager fraternity volunteers, Mitch was their designated representative. An athlete on the college's volley ball team, he was certain he'd make quick work of the women. Finding the women candidates was complicated. Many women didn't want the prospect of being stripped in public. But finally, two ladies, Meredith and Cassie were selected to represent the sorority. Not muscular like the guy, of course, but they were fit and agile -- and smart. They also had great bodies, with full breasts, a woman's curves and firm rounded backsides. No body embarrassment there if they were to lose. And most of all, they weren't shy. "Hell, if we lose, we're sure to get a few dates out of it," joked Cassie.

"Except that we're not going to lose," retorted Meredith.

On a bright Saturday afternoon, the contestants entered the mud pit to the cheers of the assembled students. The three combatants circled each other, moving slowly because the mud sucked at their feet as they stepped. The women deliberately stayed on either side of the guy, so that Mitch could not easily grab both at once. Mitch lunged at Cassie, grabbing her t-shirt at the top with both hands, pulling it. It stretched and pulled Cassie with it. Mitch clawed at the material, and it soon ripped, surrendering to Mitch's powerful hands. The front, now open and torn in a V, exposed Cassie's chest and bra. Meredith, meanwhile used Mitch's grappling with Cassie's shirt to crouch behind him and pull at the back of his shorts. They were dragged to the bottom of the butt cheeks, exposing those firm mounds. Mitch turned as he felt the shorts being lowered. He grabbed the front of the shorts, pulling upward in a battle to keep them on. Meredith, still crouching behind Mitch's legs, tugged at the fabric, trying to get the shorts all the way down. Cassie, in a planned strategy, shoved Mitch in the chest, causing him to tumble over Meredith's crouching body. With him now sprawled on his back in the mud, it was easy for Cassie to seize Mitch's shorts and pull. They slid down his legs, to the knees. His underpants slid part way down too, exposing black pubic hair, but keeping some modesty. Mitch tried to stand up, but the shorts around his knees pinned his legs together. He only got part way up when he slipped on the mud and fell back down again. As he fell, he grabbed Cassie's shirt and pulled her into the mud too. The t-shirt was now ripped in two, hanging loosely from her shoulders. Her front was fully exposed. Meredith moved to sit on Mitch's chest, her knees straddling each side of his face. (In another time and another place, this would have been a dream situation. Not so today. Her body weight held him down.) Mitch tried to push her off, but the slippery mud prevented him from getting leverage to employ his full strength. Cassie moved to Mitch's legs and pulled the shorts and underpants the rest of the way off. He was now naked from the waist down, just wearing a t-shirt. His male parts were exposed, but their true potential was obscured as they were covered in mud.

Brad was not lying passively on his back as his shorts disappeared. He used Meredith's position straddling him at the neck to reach his hand inside the back of the torn t-shirt to pull on the clasps of her bra. She had wisely worn a sturdy "grandma" bra, not one of those skimpy Victoria Secret items. Mitch fumbled with the clasps, but mud on his fingers didn't help. He was unable to free the many small clasps of the bra.

As Brad clawed unsuccessfully to loosen Meredith's bra, she reached behind to grabbed the bottom of Brad's shirt with both hands. Then she crawled forward, over his head, dragging the shirt with her. Brad lurched to the side as the shirt crept up his body. Meredith pulled hard, and the t-shirt rose up to the top of his chest. Brad grabbed Meredith's wrists to get her to release her hold on the shirt. But Cassie upped the ante by adding her hands to the t-shirt pull. Now it was being attacked by four hands. The girls yanked up with all their strength, and the t-shirt rose to cover Brad's face. But it wouldn't go over his head as Brad's lowered arms stopped it. Cassie realized that they needed to get Brad to raise his arms in the air, so they could yank the t-shirt off.

Brad was still lay flat on his back. Cassie swung her legs over his neck and sat upright on his chest, facing him. She pulled her torn t-shirt off, exposing her bra. "You couldn't get the clasps off last time; want to try again, big guy?" she asked him.

Brad wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Removing that bra was a prime objective. But this time, he wasn't going to waste time on those tiny clasps. He reached up to grab the front of the bra, to yank the whole thing down in one movement. The shoulder straps kept the bra from coming off, but he was able to pull the cups down to expose the breasts. He grinned as he stared at the nipples, prominently nestled on the crinkled tan skin of the areola. He celebrated her nudity, and his 'triumph.' But as his arms held the cups, Cassie leaned back as far as she could. Brad's arms, holding the bra, stretched outward with the movement. Meredith, who was behind Brad, waiting, pulled up hard on the t-shirt until it traveled over his head and up the outstretched arms. But Brad clung to Cassie's bra, keeping the shirt from coming off. Cassie had an answer for that, and her practiced fingers reached behind to release the clasps of the bra. It fell open, exposing her fully. But it also meant that Brad's grasp on the bra no longer kept the shirt from sliding off. Cassie pulled and the shirt slid past his hands and the bra it held, and off. Brad was naked. Game, set, match.

Brad, as embarrassed at having lost as by having dozens of eyes staring at his mud-covered bare body, slinked off to cover himself with a towel.

One of the sorority sisters grabbed a hose, and the two victorious women turned as water washed the mud off their bodies. Cassie was already bare breasted, and water soaked their remaining clothes, outlining tantalizing details of the body beneath.

"We're as good as naked," said Cassie. "Should we give the folks a show?" Meredith laughed and nodded, and they shed their mud-stained garments and let the spray from the hose wash mud off all parts and crevices of their unclothed bodies -- to the cheers of the women and men alike. Both had beautiful bodies and they reveled in the cheers they got from the appreciative crowd.

"Hey Brad," Meredith called to him. "Come join us. You could use some water."

Brad looked at his fraternity brothers, who urged him on. He tossed the towel aside and moved to stand by the ladies as the hose sprayed him too. The mud was washed away, further exposing Brad's muscular body. The woman with the hose aimed it to loosen all that mud from his privates. Good for cleanliness, but the cold water had the consequence that cold usually has on the male organ. (For those not overly familiar with this body part, recall Elaine's famous line from a Seinfeld episode, "You mean it shrinks?") Brad hadn't thought of this consequence and he was abashed as cold water shriveled his manhood. To divert attention, he took the hose and began to spray the fraternity brothers. Soon, everyone was wet and the exhibitionists among the guys (more than a few) were happy for the opportunity to strip off wet clothes. Several called to girlfriends in the crowd. First one, then two, then several women moved to the spray. Water soaked their clothes, exposing the shape of the body beneath. When one girl shed her top, a second followed. Another lowered her shorts. It was contagious. Bodies of all shapes were revealed -- some girls with large breasts, others with small nubs. Guys with long penises, and others less well endowed. It didn't matter. What mattered was the freedom to be open about one's body. Soon, naked women went to hold their naked boyfriends -- or encourage them to join in. Most of the crowd followed suit. Some women were just topless. But most girls and guys were naked. One person nude in a clothed group is an oddity. When it is a group, permission is granted. Bottles of champagne had been provided for the winning team, but both sides shared in it now. What started as a contest to strip designated contestants became an excuse for college kids to create their own Woodstock moment -- open nudity, bodies flaunted and admired -- and it was all in good fun.

What would they do for next year's contest? It was clear that foot races or corn hole didn't stand a chance. A new tradition had been created. Hopefully the college administrators would turn a blind eye. And parents would never find out.