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The Skin Ball Ch. 01

By: Wonderstorm



The Skin Ball Part One: The Bet

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THE AURORA CAFÉ

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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 has 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 more 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 daddy’s 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’s 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. “TriGam, 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 TriGam brother – make that the TriGam 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. TriGam…hmmm…TriGam 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 TriGam’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 TriGam was a brother’s night of nude tails. Each year, TriGam 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 TriGam had a dismal fundraising record, and that if he entered into this bet with Alex, Jessa, and Kristin, it would undoubtedly be the TriGam 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 TriGam 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 TriGam, 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 TriGam, 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. 

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ADAMS DINING HALL

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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. 

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KENNEDY STUDENT UNION

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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 TriGam 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 TriGam 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. 

TriGam, 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 TriGam’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 TriGam 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 TriGam 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 TriGam 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 TriGam’s tally significantly higher than Ep Chi’s. Not even by just a little – TriGam has 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 TriGam 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 TriGam 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 TriGam. 

“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 TriGam 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. 

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TRI GAM

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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. 


The Skin Ball Ch. 01



“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 TriGam 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 TriGam 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 were 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 TriGam 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 even 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 TriGam 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 TriGam president on the top of the staircase, lusting after one girl while another was ready to go in his bedroom. 




The Skin Ball Ch. 02



The Skin Ball Part Two: The Strip Show

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TRI GAM

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Just before ten o’clock, eighty-six Ep Chi sisters walked down Calhoun Avenue, dressed to nines. Each of them was wearing a stunning cocktail dress, as Alex had instructed them all. Even if they were going to spend a bulk of the night in the nude, they’d at least show up well dressed. 

Alex and Jessa were at the front of the line, walking side by side up the walkway to TriGam’s front door. Jessa was dressed in a strapless pink dress that stopped just above her knees, while Alex was wearing a similar white dress, with straps that ran up and tied behind her neck. And, dangling in between them was Jessa’s solution to the buddy rule problem.

“Handcuffs?” Mason asked in disbelief when he saw the line of girls descend upon TriGam, two by two. “You’re worried about this turning overly sexual and you’re all wearing handcuffs?”

“Well, we’re handcuffed to each other, not to anyone’s bed,” Alex smiled as she brushed past Mason and into the house. 

“Of course,” Jessa continued, placing her left forefinger on Mason’s nose, “tomorrow night is a different subject.” Successfully arousing the TriGam president, Jessa smiled to herself as Alex dragged her into the house. 

The handcuffs had actually been Alex’s younger sister’s idea. When Lauren Poe had caught them drawing up rules to their Skin Ball, and struggling over how to enforce a buddy rule, she had jokingly suggested the cuffs. After all, if they were going to prance around a frat house completely naked, they might as well complete the fantasy and cuff themselves to each other. Though Lauren had been joking, Alex and Jessa had slowly come around to the idea, eventually agreeing that as sexual as it may have been, it really was the best way to keep the girls together and keep them safe. 

And so, couple after couple of girls breezed into TriGam, past Mason and the others brothers who were standing guard at the entrance. A pair of fur-lined handcuffs chained each couple together, Alex having bought them online at an adult store. They hadn’t been cheap, but Kristin had assured her that the sorority had more than enough money to make this indulgence.

Earlier in the night, as all the girls gathered at Ep Chi, Alex had locked them together. Some couples, like Alex and Jessa, had been lucky, and were made up of both left-handed and right-handed people. Other girls, though, sacrificed the use of their good hand for the night, in the interest of safety and sexiness. Each pair was locked by a master key, which Alex was wearing as a necklace charm that hung on a silver chain down between her ample cleavage.

Every single sister and pledge from Ep Chi followed Jessa and Alex into the house. Alex had made sure that everyone was there – they were a house, and they were going to do this together. She had threatened them all, offering them three choices: they could come tonight, they could de-pledge, or they could serve naked cocktails at TriGam’s next house meeting. None of the options were terribly appealing, but in the end, every last sister in Ep Chi opted to attend the Skin Ball. 

The alcohol was flowing freely as Alex and Jessa descended into the basement together. Two of the TriGam brothers, Drew Benson and Will Bredeson, were behind the bar, serving up just about anything that the girls would consume – cheap champagne, mixed drinks, wine, beer, and more. Though Jessa had warned the girls all to take it a little easy tonight so they could stay in control, it was clear that most of her sisters had the complete opposite idea – they wanted to have a few drinks to calm their nerves, and ready themselves for the idea of stripping naked in less than an hour. 

Most of the girls just drifted around awkwardly, drinks in their hands. Tara Martz and Courtney Gagnon, cuffed together, both sought out their respective boyfriends, Scott Minner and Evan LeFebvre. Jessa was actually surprised that there weren’t more couples between the two houses, but didn’t spend too much time dwelling on it. After all, she herself had been hanging out at TriGam since she was a freshman, and had never dated a TriGam brother. 

She had come close, though.

Mason saddled up behind Jessa and Alex, and handed them each a cocktail. 

“Judd and I have a table, if you two girls are interested in a game of Pong,” he offered, gesturing with his head towards the ping-pong table in the corner. 

“I think the last time that I played Pong with you here, I ended up losing all my clothes,” Jessa replied. 

“Well, win or lose, it’s going to happen anyways,” he said, smiling at the petite blonde. “This time, though, I think we’re just going to have to settle for the alcohol, though. You know the rules – I have to keep all my clothes on.”

He’s flirting with me, Jessa thought to herself. “Okay, you’re on.”

Because they didn’t really want to mix their alcohol, Jessa and Alex played with water instead of beer, their mixed drinks being steadily drained and refilled on the side. Across the table, Mason and Judd Romney stuck with beer, though, while Mason had more than a few bottles in addition to the game. Mason always complained that he sobered up during games of Pong, rather than getting drunker.

Jessa had the luck of being left-handed, and partnering up with Alex, who was right-handed. Together, they were able to play a fairly decent game of Pong, in stark contrast to some of the other girls around the basement. The handcuffs definitely limited the use of half of the sisters’ strong hands, though the fact that many of them were wearing high-heeled shoes, high-heeled boots, or high-heeled sandals added to the difficulty. 

About halfway through the game, Alex was approached by two sophomores, Acadia Richardson and Michelle Perdue. Pulling Alex and Jessa aside for a secret conference, Acadia whispered, “Um, Alex?”

“Yeah?”

“How are we supposed to use the bathroom with the handcuffs on?”

Jessa had believed that she had thought of everything. She had known that the handcuffs were going to limit the girls’ ability to strip out of their dresses, and had warned them all accordingly; all over the frat house, the girls were dressed in party dresses that had no straps, that tied around the back of the neck, or had straps that had simply not been pulled up over their shoulders for the night. Acadia was on of this latter group, her left spaghetti-strap hanging down the side of her body while her right strap held up the dress. But the bathroom…the bathroom hadn’t even entered Jessa’s mind. She found it odd that NONE of the girls had thought about this before.

“Oh come on, Acadia,” Alex replied. “I’m not going to play the key master all night, and stand outside the bathroom so no one gets embarrassed. We’re going to be in the nude for the next twelve hours – I think you should probably not worry about stuff like this.”

Acadia looked confused. “So just…?”

“So just go!” Jessa jumped in. “The guys have a trough in the next room, so they obviously don’t think it’s such a big deal.”

Still unsure of themselves, Acadia and Michelle made their way across the basement to bathroom, and went in together. 

“Everything okay?” Mason asked as Alex and Jessa returned to the Pong table. 

“Just a couple of girls who are going to have a hard time parting with a little dignity tonight,” Jessa answered. She picked up the ball, and started another volley back and forth across the table. 

Upstairs, some of the girls were dancing in the main hall. Some of the girls sat awkwardly on the side of the room, too nervous to even think about anything other than the strip show later that night. A couple of brothers were busy shutting the shades, so that no passersby walking down Calhoun Avenue would be able to peek in and see what was going on inside. 

Down in the basement, Jessa was beginning to feel a slight buzz. The clock-hand was moving ever closer to eleven o’clock, but the upcoming event was temporarily out of Jessa’s thoughts. It was something that she was going to have to do, but not right now. That was more than twenty minutes away, and she was more focused on her game of Pong. 

Most of the girls in the basement were busy taking shots, despite Jessa’s warning to take it easy. They’d be spending the rest of the night together, on the floor of the main hall, and the last thing that Jessa wanted to do was fall asleep alongside someone who was so drunk that they were throwing up.

Eventually, ten minutes before eleven, Jessa sunk the winning ball into one of Mason and Judd’s cups, effectively ended the game. Judd meandered off towards the bar, but Mason set himself down on the shelf that ran alongside this particular pong table. Kristin and Wendy, who had been waiting in the wings, were granted the next game. 

Mason sat to Jessa’s left, chatting with her as the ping-pong ball bounced back and forth across the table. He casually drank from his bottle of Magic Hat, imagining what the rest of the night was going to be like. Each one of the four girls here in front of him was absolutely stunning with all their clothes on, especially all dressed up like they were. It was an odd sight, really. All the girls were far too dressed up to be hanging out in a frat basement. Sure, there were formals that started off here, but they were never the ultimate destination. Tonight, each one of the Ep Chis looked like they’d be more at home at a high school semiformal than just hanging around and playing Pong.

And then, before anyone knew it, it was eleven. Chaz Ehrlich, a junior who was acting as the DJ for the night, made the announcement, letting it reverberate through the whole of the house. It was the dreaded hour for the girls in the house, and the moment of ultimate fantasy for the men present. Jessa and Alex were in the middle of badly losing this particular Pong game, but they had to take a break to follow through on the actual premise of the Skin Ball. They had to strip naked. 

Mason had organized the whole thing to make the stripping itself less of an event. Scattered around the basement were four laundry baskets, each labeled with masking tape as E, F, G, and H. Baskets A through D were upstairs in the main hall. Chaz explained that the girls were to put their clothes in whichever laundry basket they chose, but they were going to have to remember which one so they could get them back the next morning. Dresses, underwear – everything that could be defined as clothing was supposed to go in the baskets. 

“We’re going to take the baskets and put them up in my room for the night,” Mason explained to the girls in the basement. “That way they’re off limits to everyone, and they’re kept secure for the night.”

“Except from you,” Jessa teased. 

“Except from me,” Mason acknowledged. 

“So ladies,” Dunny Groom added as he stood up on the shelf alongside Mason, “if you find any of your panties missing tomorrow morning, it’s probably because Mason has added them to his wardrobe.”

Mason put Dunny in a headlock quickly, and forced him off the shelf.

“So? It’s eleven o’clock! It’s time for the SKIN BALL!” Mason shouted the last two words.

Jessa swallowed hard. She had been drinking for over an hour, if she included the shot that she had done with Kristin and Alex back at Ep Chi, but her inhibitions were hardly gone. This wasn’t like the game of Pong that she’d played with Mason two years earlier, where there was a chance that she’d be able to pull it out and stay in some clothes, even just her panties. This was it – she was going to be naked for the next twelve hours in front of a house full of horny fraternity brothers. 

Jessa, in her pink cocktail dress, looked to Alex for leadership. Alex, unlike most of the girls in the basement, showed that she had some nerve. She wasted no time in peeling off her tight-fitting white dress, untying it at the neck with her right hand, and slipping it down her body, past her breasts, past her belly button, past her hips, and down her legs. Before Jessa had even blinked, she found herself handcuffed to a nearly naked brunette, dressed in little more than a white lace strapless bra, matching white panties, and a pair of high-heeled boots that came nearly to her knees. 

Jessa felt her right hand tugged away from her as Alex reached around her back to unclasp her bra. Letting a pair of stunningly large breasts free from their covering, Alex managed to draw the attention of almost everyone in the room. Her nipples were hard, showing that there was at least a part of her that was enjoying this. To be fair, Jessa had to admit that she was more than a little turned on herself at the attention that they were all going to receive that night. 

Alex turned and gave her partner a “I can’t believe that I’m doing this” look, as she bent over to slip her panties down her legs. Stepping out of them, she added them to the pile of the clothes on the table, before tossing all three articles of clothes casually into the laundry basket that had been labeled “F.” 

Around the room, the other girls seemed to be following Alex’s lead. Kristin had already stepped out of her dress and was no reaching around her back to undo her bra. Wendy’s dress was halfway down her body, revealing that she had come to the party tonight without wearing a bra. Her nipples, too, were rock hard, though Jessa made a concerted effort not to stare. She wasn’t a lesbian by any means, but it wasn’t often that she saw her sisters’ breasts, and curiosity was taking hold. 

Jessa, wasting no more time, unzipped the back of her dress and slithered out of it. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, either, as her dress had built-in support. As the dress dropped from her chest, her big, puffy nipples jumped into the spotlight, catching Mason’s attention, catching Dunny’s attention, and undoubtedly attracting the attention of dozens of other guys around her. Jessa was wearing a red thong, but she didn’t get to show it off for and significant amount of time, as it was soon tossed in laundry basket “F” along with her pink dress. Suddenly, she was standing there naked alongside the already unclad Alex, wearing nothing aside from her shoes and a few pieces of jewelry. Jessa West was naked. In front of EVERYONE. 

Standing in a pair of platform shoes to make herself look a little taller, Jessa looked around the room. The brothers looked like they had died and gone to heaven. Mason later joked that if they had, they definitely would have left this world fulfilled. After all, there were surrounded by naked Ep Chi after naked Ep Chi. 

Jessa’s hair was done up neatly, as if she were attending her debutante ball back in Tallahassee again. She was wearing a pair of long silver earrings, which matched the few rings and bracelets that she was wearing, as well as the choker that was wrapped around neck. Her tongue ring counted as jewelry, but Jess never would have counted it as clothing, even now. But the surprises of the night were the matching henna tattoos that she and Alex were sporting around their navels. 

Mason did a double take when saw them. Jessa and Alex had gotten together earlier in the day to put them on, and now both of them had circular Indian designs encircling their belly buttons. 

Jessa, Alex, Wendy, and Kristin all stood at opposite ends of the Pong table, all four stark naked. Kristin wanted to continue the game, but Mason interrupted them, asking for Jessa and Alex to help him with the laundry baskets. The two girls each hefted a laundry basket, both of which were stuffed to the brim with cocktail dresses and women’s underwear. Mason, carrying the remaining two one on top of the other, led the way up the stairs and out of the basement. 

They had to walk past the main hall to get to second floor and Mason’s bedroom there, which meant they’d be looking into the dance floor there. All the brothers were clearly excited, but they seemed somewhat uncomfortable, not entirely sure what to do or how to act around so many naked women. The sisters were the same way, keeping their distance from the men, and from each other as much as possible. This was definitely not an ordinary college dance party – at this time in the night, the dance floor would usually be crowded with sweaty bodies, grinding together as much as possible. The rules change when one of the genders is without clothing, though. 

When they got upstairs to Mason’s room, four baskets of clothes were already in front of the door. These were the clothes that had been stripped off in the main hall, obviously deposited in from of Mason’s door for him to take care of. The TriGam brother just kicked two of the baskets into his room with his feet, Alex and Jessa following close behind. 

After Mason had grabbed the remaining two clothes baskets, and placed them with the others on the far side of the room, it got a little bit awkward. Jessa and Alex were standing here, naked together in Mason’s bedroom, obviously fulfilling any number of Mason’s sexual dreams. Conversation with stifled, the proximity and sexual tension in the room adding to the edginess. 

Jessa needed another drink.

With the clothing business taken care of, all three returned downstairs to their Pong game. Kristin and Wendy drifted back, and they picked right back up where they had left off, while Mason went and joined Chris Warner in another game across the basement. 

That first hour was uncomfortable at best. There was definite awkwardness, as the men fought their urges to just stare at the girls, and the girls themselves adjusted to being stark naked and partying. But then, alcohol is the greatest tool of social adjustment that there is, and as the hour wore on, everyone was getting more and more comfortable with themselves and their surroundings. 

In fact, a good number of the girls began to feel more than just comfortable, but actually a little bit sexy, and more than a little turned on. Jessa was definitely one of them. After scoring against Kristin and Wendy at one point, Jessa decided to perform a little for the audience of men around her, and initiated a chest bump with Alex. Everyone watched in awe as the four breasts collided with each other in a congratulatory demonstration.

It was Alex, though, that shocked her. As one of the ping-pong balls went bouncing across the room, she and Jessa went to get it. Instead of just crouching down to pick the ball up, she shot a wicked smile at Jessa, saying that she was definitely going to have fun with this, and tease the guys around her. The brunette bent down, right at her mid-section, and kept her legs straight. As she picked up the ball, any of the people behind her could clearly see her pussy, out there on display for everyone. Hoots, howls, and hollers were heard from her audience. 

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Jessa said under her breath as they returned to the table. Sure, she was naked, and people were going to every last part of her, but she wasn’t sure that she could go around showing it off as much as possible, as Alex just had. 

“I can’t believe that I did, either.”

As Jessa and Alex lost this particular game of Pong to their adversaries, Jessa realized that she’d gone from being pleasantly buzzed to the early stages of being drunk. Seeing as how it wasn’t even midnight yet, and there were more than three hours left of the Skin Ball, Jessa decided to calm down a bit. 

As the game ended, Alex wanted to settle down on the shelf alongside Courtney and watch the next game between Kristin and Wendy and Seth McGreevey and Evan LeFebvre. But Jessa felt the sudden urge to use the bathroom, and dragged Alex along with her. Strolling over to the bathroom, they found an impressive line of girls, all waiting to take their turn. The men were all using the trough in the next room over, but the line was still terribly long. Rather than go upstairs and find a less crowded bathroom, though, Jessa and Alex waited, talking with each other and scanning the basement activities. 




The Skin Ball Ch. 02



“How are you feeling?” Alex asked, noting that Jessa had already gotten a little bit woozy.

“I’m fine,” Jessa replied. “I’m just gonna take it a little easier on the shots and mixed drinks for the rest of the night.”

“And think, you’re the one who drilled into us the importance of staying a little bit sober.”

“Well,” the blonde said, blinking at her companion, “I have you to look out for me, don’t I?”

The brunette smiled. “How about we go dance after this, instead playing any more Pong? That’ll give you a chance to work off some of that alcohol.”

Jessa nodded, looking around the basement. There were girls behind the bar, serving beer to the brothers. There were girls engaged in games of Pong, laughing, getting drunk, talking, and so on. “It’s definitely not the sleaze-fest that we were worried about, huh?”

“Yeah,” Alex answered, taking a step closer to the bathroom. “Everyone’s been pretty good. But…”

Jessa turned to her friend. “But what?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m a little bit sluttier than you, or anyone else here. But, you know, we’re NAKED! It should be a LITTLE sleazier than it is.”

“So do you want to go back to Mason’s room? We can invite five or six of the brothers to join us,” Jessa offered sarcastically. 

The brunette bumped her with her shoulder, showing her displeasure with the way that Jessa had taken the comment. “No, it’s just….it’s just that we’re naked. And we’re all done up with jewelry and heels and all else. There is something innately sexual about the whole thing, and I don’t like pretending that there’s not.” She pointed to the corner, where Allison Huckabee and Jen Sanford were talking to three of the brothers. “See? Look at them!”

Jessa looked, but didn’t see where Alex was going.

“Those guys are doing their best to be all polite and chivalrous, like they’re pretending not to see that the girls are fully clothed. Look at Bobby Locke – he’s keeping his eyes locked on Allison’s eyes, not letting them drift at all.”

Jessa was confused. “So you want to be stared at, ogled, and treated like a sexual object?”

“Well, maybe a little. Come on, why do we dress up when we go out, Jessa? We do so to get noticed, to get guys’ attention, to be all sexy. And now we’re naked, letting everything hang out there, and they’re all too scared to look at us. I mean, we’re naked. Let’s have some acknowledgement of that fact. Let’s have a raised eyebrow. Let’s have a noticeable erection.”

The girls ahead of Jessa went into the bathroom together as the blonde mulled over what Alex had just said. Turning to her friend, she replied, “So that’s what that little peep show was about back there at the Pong table? Bending over an showing yourself off?”

“You’re telling me you don’t feel sexy right now? Having guys make little sneaky glances over here in your direction?”

Jessa had to admit that she felt a little turned on.

“So what’s the big deal if they look a little bit longer, a little bit more openly? We’re not being treated exactly like sexual objects, Jessa – like just a set of tits to squeeze and a pussy to fuck. We’re just acting like sexual twenty-one-year-old girls who are hanging out at a frat party.”

The two girls ahead in the bathroom casually stepped out, allowing Jessa and Alex to go next. Alex closed and locked the door behind them, while Jessa sat down on the toilet. Alex sat her bare buttocks down on the sink to Jessa’s right, and kept talking. 

The blonde felt a little unsure of herself, and honestly felt bad at having belittled Acadia and Michelle’s concerns earlier in the night. She had definitely urinated with another girl in the room before, but there was something so vulnerable about it tonight, with Jessa wearing nothing at all. Nonetheless, she went ahead, Alex just continuing her rant as if they were still standing outside the bathroom rather than being in it. 

As Jessa waited for Alex to take her turn to pee, she began thinking about what Alex had said. The brunette was right, in her way. Tonight wasn’t about art, or the female form. Tonight wasn’t about women daring to do something in the nude. The Skin Ball, from the beginning, had been a blatantly sexual thing – she certainly would have ogled the guys, and gotten turned on, if TriGam had lost the challenge. The very thought of Mason’s eyes on her body, of being out of control for the night, was enough to make Jessa get a little wet. If Alex could let her libido go and enjoy herself for the night, then Jessa was going to, as well.

In the distance, the clock tower at Van Buren Library struck twelve. 



The Skin Ball Ch. 04



The Skin Ball Part Four: Mason

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TRI GAM
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The basement had gotten loud. When Jessa and Alex had been down here earlier, playing pong, it had been a little bit more subdued. The TriGam brothers and Ep Chi sisters had gotten more accustomed to each other, gotten more used to the fact that the girls were nude, and gotten significantly more drunk since earlier in the night, however. All around them were nude girls, knocking back shots and cocktails while flirting heavily with the still-clothed men around them. 

"You want to do a body shot?" Jessa heard from the bar, and turned in that direction. 

Caitlyn Owens hadn't been talking to her, but rather to one of the brothers nearby. Nonetheless, she'd caught the attention of both Jessa and Alex, who wandered closer. 

Caitlyn was sitting on the bar itself, her naked ass touching the wood below it. Standing on the floor next to her was her buddy for the night, another junior by the name of Natalie Easley. Both girls had their hair done up, and their faces covered with an astounding amount of makeup. Jessa had later heard that Caitlyn had decided that if she were going to prance around a frat house like a porn star, she was going to look the part. Caitlyn had close-cropped brown hair, only about as long as many of the brothers that surrounded her, yet it was undeniably sexy. She sat on the bar, her legs crossed, and held the attention of at least seven guys who had surrounded her. 

The gathering of brothers parted to let Jessa and Alex through. Undeterred by the presence of the Ep Chi president, Caitlyn chose Chris Taft as the lucky brother to do a shot. Grabbing a shot glass, the brunette poured enough tequila so that it overflowed, and set it down on the bar - between her parted legs. 

Chris's eyes were as wide as supper plates, but the show had only just begun. 

"So we have our tequila," Caitlyn said. She reached down the bar and grabbed a slice of lime, careful not to spill the shot sitting just inches from her pussy. "And we have our lime. That means we're just missing the salt, right?" The question was directed at no one but Natalie. 

The other girl nodded in the affirmative, and leaned in closer to her partner. As Jessa, Alex, and the TriGam brothers around them watched in disbelief, Natalie brought Caitlyn's left nipple into her mouth. 

"Daaamn!" one of the brothers said from next to Jessa, breaking the sexually charged silence. 

Natalie didn't just lick Caitlyn's nipple, though. She played with it. Between her lips. Between her teeth. Surrounded by her tongue. Covered in her saliva. When she finally let go, both of Caitlyn's nipples were standing straight out. The brunette was shifting around on the bar, obviously being at least as turned on as the crowd around her. 

Dusting her nipple with salt, Caitlyn next looked towards a waiting Chris. "Your turn," she said, beckoning him with her finger. 

The chosen brother wasted no time. After shooting a look of disbelief to the men around him, Chris took a step towards the bar, standing within Caitlyn's reach. He dropped his hand towards the shot glass, letting it linger for a few seconds, before he went through with the whole thing. His mouth enveloped the same nipple that had been licked only a few seconds earlier by a different person, tracing circles around areole, and licking up the salt that was on Caitlyn's skin. Reluctantly, he pulled away, tossed back the tequila, and bit into the lime that the brunette had waiting for him. The crowd let loose a cheer.

"So do you want to do a real body shot?" Alex asked. Before Jessa even realized it, she was pulled towards the bar, Alex leading the way. 

"Lie down," Alex ordered the younger sister. Caitlyn looked a little bit confused, but she complied, twisting her body around so that her feet were at one end of the bar and her head was at the other.

Alex ran her hand over Caitlyn's stomach as she reached for the tequila, telling the girl, "Stay still. Don't move." With that warning, Alex began pouring a small amount of tequila into Caitlyn's navel, letting it fill up without spilling over and running down her body. She took another slice of lime, and inserted it between Caitlyn's teeth. And finally, being handed the saltshaker from Natalie, Alex spread a healthy amount of salt below Caitlyn's belly button, right at the point where her pubic hair started. 

"Are you okay with this?" Alex whispered into Caitlyn's ear, just loud enough that only Jessa could overhear her. 

Caitlyn grunted an affirmative through the lime. 

"Drew," Alex said, turning to one of the waiting brothers. "I believe that it's your turn next."

Drew Benson was, needless to say, more than a little bit excited. He approached the bar, shooting looks of disbelief at the men gathered around him. He leaned it quickly and licked the salt from the top of Caitlyn's pubic hair, causing the girl to squirm slightly on the table, and cause the tequila to begin cascading out of her navel, across her stomach, and down towards her left hip. Drew didn't let it get away, though. In one quick motion, he used to tongue to slurp up the escaping alcohol, tracing his way back to its source, and finishing off all that had been left behind. The alcohol consumed, the brother turned his attention towards Caitlyn's mouth, leaning in for an act suspiciously like a kiss, their lips meeting, but Drew's teeth sinking into the lime.

Once the kiss/lime-sucking was broken, Drew stood up to the cheers of the TriGams gathered around him. Caitlyn sat up, her face flushed red with embarassment, but it was clear to Jessa that the junior had at least partially enjoyed the attention and contact that she'd just received. 

"So who's next?" Caitlyn asked, confirming Jessa's suspicions. 

As the party carried on, more and more of the girls were following Caitlyn's lead, and allowing the guys - and each other - to do body shots out of their belly buttons, from the small of their backs, from between their breasts, and just about anywhere else that they could think of. These girls were certainly in the minority, with most of the sisters watching from the sidelines with a mix of disgust and jealousy. But Caitlyn and Natalie certainly weren't the only girls entertaining the TriGams in this particular way. 

A short while later, Jessa and Alex found themselves in the corner of the basement, talking with Kristin, Wendy, Dunny, and Seth McGreevey, and watching the party from a distance. Jessa stared in shock at Caitlyn and Natalie, who were getting more and more daring the more attention they received. 

"And you were afraid of the BROTHERS?" Mason said, coming around the corner and plopping onto the couch between Jessa and Alex. The two girls were still handcuffed together, but wrapped their conjoined arms together on the couch, behind the fraternity president's head.  

"Now I'm beginning to worry FOR the brothers," Jessa replied. 

The blonde crossed her legs, unaware how long they'd been uncrossed. Across the way, the look on Dunny's face told her that it was disappointment. 

"So have you had a good night?" Mason asked, he himself scanning the basement before settling his eyes back on Jessa and Alex. 

"Surprisingly, yes," Alex replied. "We'll have to do this again."

"You just name the date," the TriGam president answered. 

The seven of them sat watching the basement for a while longer. There was a part of Jessa that wanted to join the rest of the girls, who were playing various games, coyly allowing the men to look at or touch their bodies. Even the girls who were normally fairly uptight had managed to loosen themselves up a little, even if their new-found freedom owed some credit to the free-flowing alcohol.

But still, Jessa wasn't sure that she wanted to move. Her left hand had absent-mindedly drifted across her lap towards Mason's left, working its way to the inside of his thigh. Honestly, the blonde hadn't even been thinking about what she was doing. But a cursory glance towards Mason's lap, and the bulge that had formed there, told her that her actions hadn't gone unnoticed. 

Pretending to be listening to what Seth was saying, Jessa used the fact that he was seated towards the right as an opportunity to get a better look at the obvious erection that Mason was sporting alongside her. This second look, longer than the first, told that perhaps it wasn't HER hand that was getting Mason excited, but Alex's. The brunette's free hand was on top of Mason's right, guiding it in a stroking pattern on the inside of her own naked thigh. There was a little jealousy on Jessa's part, but as she had told Alex earlier, things with Mason had never been anything deeper than wanting physical pleasure. As she uncrossed her legs, she told herself that tonight was no different. 

Like Jessa, it was clear that Mason was only pretending to pay attention to Seth's continued dialogue about various nude sports. His mind had wandered to where his hand was, circling closer and closer to Alex's pussy, but never quite getting there. It was all terribly casual, completely under the radar for everyone but Jessa, Mason, and Alex herself. Dunny's eyes were fixed on Kristin's tits, Kristin's on Dunny's blank stare, and Wendy's on the increasingly sexual goings-on of the other sisters in the basement. And just when Mason was sure that it couldn't possibly get any better, he felt Jessa grab his left hand and pull it towards her. 

As Seth rambled on about what sort of rules should be involved in a game of strip football, both Mason's hands were busy rubbing the skin on inside of different girls' thighs. His left stroked the soft, pale-white skin of Jessa's right leg, while his right was busy tracing circles on Alex's slightly darker left leg. Both girls were sighing heavily, trying to keep their quickening breathing hidden from the people around them. 

Mason's hand was now high enough up on the inside of Jessa's leg that his pinky had brushed up against a free-standing pubic hair at least three or four times at that point, sending anticipatory energy surging through the blonde's petite body and causing a quiet, guttural moan to escape from the back of her throat. His middle finger was his lead agent, getting bolder and bolder with each motion of his hand, inching closer and closer to her pussy. He was nodding at Seth, even giving input on what a two-point conversion would mean in terms of stripping, but his middle finger continued its trek towards the holy land. Jessa felt Mason's big, slightly callused finger reach the intersection between her thigh and her crotch, just alongside her now completely soaked pussy. On the verge of going from foreplay to finger-play, however, they were interrupted. 

"Hey, Mason!" Jeff Rowland's voice came booming from the far side of the basement. 

Reluctantly, Mason's hands found their way closer to the girls' knees than where they'd be going. Jessa's breathing had become heavy, and there was little that she could do to hide the disappointment in her eyes. 

"What?" Mason asked through gritted teeth as Jeff got closer, obviously more than a little disappointed himself. Jessa couldn't be sure that he had been gotten to the exact same point with Alex as he had with her, but it didn't seem to matter - no matter where Mason had gotten to, it was all put on hold for the time being. 

"Um, it's getting close to three. We kind of need you for bringing the mats in for the girls." Jeff didn't know what he had just interrupted, but he could tell that Mason was displeased with him. 

"You can't just get the pledges to do that?" Mason asked in disbelief. "They're just out in the lot in the back of my truck." Besides the fact that being president of TriGam should have allowed him out of manual labor, he and Jeff had already spent nearly an hour that afternoon loading old wrestling mats into the back his Explorer. Jeff was the captain of the wrestling team, and had his own key to the gym, which met access to all the equipment inside. He and Mason had figured the girls could sleep on the mats for the night, rather than having to spend the night on the floor. 

"I already sent a bunch of guys out there," Jeff explained. "But the doors are locked."

"Fuck," Mason cursed, reluctantly easing himself off the couch and away from two distraught girls. "The keys are up in my room. I'll got get them."

As he bounded towards the stairs, he turned to Jessa and Alex. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be back in a few."

They both nodded, their eyes still slightly glazed over. 

A beat passed, and then Alex said, "I need to use the bathroom."

"Yeah," Jessa replied, gaining some of her composure back. "Me, too."

The bathroom in the basement had been thrown up in, and then cleaned. Someone had booted in it again a short while later. Someone had mopped up afterwards. The two girls were surprised when they saw no line for it at that point in the night, but a quick look inside revealed why. 

"Was that one of our girls again?" Alex asked Maria Napolitano, a sophomore who was sitting on the shelf nearby, doing her best to prop up the girl to whom she was handcuffed. 

Maria shook her head. "No, it's been Paul Holden the past two times."

"Jesus," Jessa said. "Is he all right? Is he still drinking?"

The sophomore shook her head again. "No, he's not drinking tonight - he's just really sick."

Jessa and Alex exchanged looks with each other. 

"He didn't want to miss the Skin Ball," Maria continued, trailing off towards the end. 

Though Jessa shrugged her shoulders and turned for the stairs, she felt Alex pull her in the other direction. Towards the trough.

Over the course of the hour they'd spent in the basement, Jessa had watched the brothers come and go from the trough in the other room, and had even noticed a few couples of girls enter and exit. The thought of using a drain on the floor hadn't even crossed her mind, but obviously it hadn't frightened Alex off. 

The blonde certainly wasn't comfortable about the idea, but she followed her friend anyways. After all, there were very few moments tonight during which she felt comfortable to begin with. One more wasn't going to kill her. Joined by a few standing brothers that looked over in her direction with casual interest as they peed, Jessa squatted and began to relieve herself. 

As they returned to the basement proper, the lights were flickering off and on, someone by the switch obviously signaling that it was now three o'clock in the morning. The party was over. Slowly, with reluctance on the parts of both the girls and the guys, people began trickling towards the stairs. Jessa and Alex, however, plopped themselves back down on the couch next to Kristin and Wendy. Seth and Dunny seemed to have disappeared. 

"Let's go, everyone," Chaz Ehrlich's voice said from the top of the staircase, booming through the house over the speakers. "I know you all hate me, but the party's coming to a close. You can thank our wonderful presidents for agreeing to strict party rules."

Even as the basement emptied out, Mason worked his way against the tide of people as he descended back down the stairs. 

Chaz continued. "Ladies, make yourself at home on the mats here in the main hall. Fellas, if you live here, head upstairs to your rooms. If you don't live here, get the fuck out!"

Mason's return signaled to Kristin that there was something that she didn't know about. There were silent looks that bounced between Jessa, Alex, and Mason, and Kristin could tell there was something more.

"Come on," she said to Wendy, standing first and pulling her partner up behind her. "Let's go." To her other two sisters, she gave a quick wink before telling them, "We'll save you some space on one of the mats." As Wendy and Kristin followed the bulk of the partygoers upstairs, Mason took a few steps closer to blonde and brunette pair. The two girls stood up, waiting for the TriGam president to come even closer. 

"I thought we had until three-thirty before we had be all tucked in?" Jessa teased the man. 

"We do," Mason replied. "I just thought that it probably would take a while for the basement to completely clear out, so I had Chaz give everyone a verbal kick in the ass."

Looking around, it was clear that not everyone was paying strict attention to the night's DJ. There were still a couple of pong games going on in one corner, and there was a pocket of people engaged in a few last shots by the bar.

"Maybe a quick game, then?" Alex asked lustily, sexual energy dripping off each syllable that escaped her red lips. She gestured towards the pong table in the corner, out of sight from the rest of the basement. 

Jessa knew that once they were in that corner, there was little chance of being seen by any of the other stragglers that were scattered about. Certainly, there were angles which allowed a direct line-of-sight towards the pong table, but they weren't on any route towards the stairs. If someone were to peek in, it would have to be intentional. 

As Mason got closer, Alex took his left hand in her right. Following her friend's lead, Jessa grabbed Mason's right. Both of them slowly backed towards the corner, pulling the TriGam president along with them. 

"Exactly what sort of game are we playing?" Mason asked coyly. 

"Well, we're all going to have a chance to score," Alex teased. 

"Aren't there rules? Aren't there rules that you two wrote to prevent something like this from happening?"

Jessa knew he was right, but she didn't know why he was bringing that fact up. All she wanted right now was to be fucked. Ever since she'd masturbated up in Mason's room, he whole body had been abuzz with sexual energy. Her libido, after four hours of stares and lustful glances, was controlling the rest of her body, the rest of her cognitive processes. This was exactly the sort of bad situation that she and Alex had feared would arise among the other girls - getting drunk, getting horny, and having sex. But she honestly didn't care about anything at that point - the fact that they were in a public basement, the fact that Alex was still handcuffed to her, the fact that Mason was nothing more than a sexual object at that point - she just wanted to get off. 

"Well, we'll play by the rules for tonight," Jessa started, feeling her ass nudge the pong table behind her. She leaned back, settling herself onto that table, and pulled Mason's face towards her. With their lips just a few millimeters apart, she continued, "But 'no intercourse' certainly leaves a lot of wiggle room." With that, she slipped her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him against her body. 

Next to her, it was clear that Alex was not going to just stand by and watch. And while Jessa had never done anything like this before, she and Alex had...bonded...over the course of the night. Between her own breasts and Mason's body, Jessa could feel the brunette's hand running down Mason's pectorals and stomach, moving closer to his waist. As the kiss between Jessa and Mason intensified, Alex forced her hand down further, separating Jessa's own wet pussy from the erection that was desperate to get out of Mason's pants. 

Mason wanted it out. He wanted to slip it into Jessa, just lay her back on the table and then lay into her while Alex kissed his back. Even as the brunette's hand squeezed his dick, he was reaching for his belt, ready to drop his pants immediately. Alex, however, stopped him. 

"Sorry, honey," she whispered into his ear, brushing his hand aside before returning her own to his crotch. "We're going to be cock teases for tonight."

There was a groan of disappointment the escaped from Mason, but he had no ability to protest, his mouth and tongue too busy with Jessa there in front of him. The blonde pulled back for a few seconds, though, briefly adding, "You know, remember the rules."




The Skin Ball Ch. 04



Mason had to keep all his clothes on. Mason couldn't have intercourse with either of the girls.

"But..." Jessa began, leaning for another kiss. 



"But if you do well by the two of us tonight," Alex continued the thought, catching Jessa's eyes, "you might just well be rewarded tomorrow after breakfast."

The decision wasn't difficult for Mason. Even if he couldn't get off, even if he had to wait until after breakfast and the rule expired, even if he would be torturing himself right here and right now, this was still too fantastic for him to refuse.  And the thought of Alex and Jessa returning the favor - together - was enough to make him want to do anything for these two girls. There was no need to wait for Mason to consent - his actions told the girls that he was on board. 

Alex forced the lip-locked couple apart, pirouetting around and slipping herself backwards into Jessa's open legs. The tiny blonde's large breasts pressed up against her back, Alex pulled Mason up against her body and began her turn at kissing him. Her left arm and his clothes were all that separated them, but Alex made good use of the former, despite the latter. As Mason kissed Alex, and Jessa leaned her naked body against Alex's naked back, both girls used their cuffed hands to rub Mason's dick through his khakis. 

Behind Alex, Jessa wasn't exactly sure what to do, how exactly to be involved. Her right hand was hard at work, but her left was simply resting on Alex's naked thigh. As that hand began stroking the brunette's leg, Jessa's thoughts and inhibitions just disappeared - she was just going to do what felt natural, what felt good. And at that moment, what felt natural was for her to lean in and kiss Alex's neck. 

Afterwards, Jessa wondered what would have happened if Alex hadn't accepted her. Jessa certainly wasn't gay, but as she kissed the soft, smooth skin of her friend's body, she felt giddy inside - naughty, dirty, and overwhelmingly sexual. Two girls at once was probably one of Mason's most dominant fantasies - one of every guy's most dominant fantasies. But as the blonde moved her hand up the brunette's side and over her hips, Jessa began to realize that somewhere down deep, this had been a fantasy of her own. 

Sighs escaped from the brunette's mouth, owing partly to the kiss with the man, partly to the kisses she was receiving from the blonde, partly from the feminine hand on her hip, and partly from the masculine fingertips that had found her right nipple. Two heads were definitely better than one, but two heads and four hands were divine. 

Mason broke the kiss, pulling away from Alex's mouth. It was clear that he was operating on all sexual energy at that point, as he grabbed the brunette by the hips and hefted her up onto the table next to her friend. Both girls were waiting for whatever Mason wanted next, though both were a little surprised by how much they wanted to go back to having Jessa kiss Alex's neck. The were both pushed down, so their backs were flat on the table, their shoes perched up on the edge of the pong table, their legs spread apart. Like when they had masturbated on Mason's bed, a little over an hour earlier, they were lying alongside each other, the fingers of their cuffed hands intertwined. This time, though, they just lay back and let Mason do all the work. 

Like an expert, Mason dipped the index finger of each hand into a different pussy, his right for Jessa and his left for Alex. Jessa arched her back as she felt the digit inside her, while Alex simply cooed with pleasure and drove her pelvis into his hand. As his fingers drove in and out, back and forth, up and down into the two naked girls on the pong table, Mason let his thumbs creep up to the tops of their slits, pushing into flesh to find each girl's clit. Both gasped in pleasure simultaneously. 

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Jessa sighed quietly, doing her best to keep her voice at low decibels, aware that at any moment a TriGam brother could overhear them and come around the corner to investigate. Next to her, Alex had begun her now familiar routine of guttural noises, half sounding like vowel sounds and the other half sounding like little more than grunts. Off in the distance, Chaz continued to use the mike to round up the girls and kick out the guys, but Jessa's mind was focused only on her pussy. She did catch the odd word over her own proclamations of pleasure, like "shoes" and "hose" and "lipstick." Just when Jessa thought it couldn't get much better, she felt Mason's tongue replace his thumb. She opened her eyes, glancing down to see the man's face buried in her cunt. Next to her, Alex was still being finger-fucked, but Mason had switched to two fingers, and the brunette was driving herself harder and harder against his hand - she was humping at the air. Her eyes were wide open, staring blankly up at the basement ceiling. 

Mason's tongue was experienced or Jessa was hornier than she'd ever been in her life or some combination of two ensured that the first waves of her orgasm arrived after less than a minute from the onset of the cunnilingus. Just as she felt herself nearing her climax, Mason pulled back, causing Jessa to protest, "No!" louder than she had intended. 

Both Alex and Mason hissed at her at the same time, but Jessa still couldn't get past the fact that Mason was stopping before she finished. His fingers and his thumb replaced his mouth, and his face disappeared between Alex's legs. Though two fingers certainly filled her in a way that no tongue could, Jessa was more than a little upset about not cumming. Still, she pushed hard against Mason's index and middle fingers as they reached inside of her, her whole body writhing in pleasure in spite of the jealousy she felt as she gave another glance in her friend's direction. 

Alex caught her looking. Instead of being upset, the attention that Jessa was giving her apparently turned the brunette on. With her free hand, Alex pulled the blonde's face toward her, and their lips met. 

It wasn't the first time that Jessa had kissed another girl. It wasn't even the second. But this third time was completely different, full of so much more uncontrollable lust that it felt as if her lips and tongue had become sexual organs. Kissing each other while lying on their back was uncomfortable, so despite the bolts of lightning that were shooting out from Mason's tongue against her pussy, Alex rolled on top of the blonde. 

Jessa could feel Alex's juices on her stomach, could feel the heat emanating from somewhere deep inside her sex. The brunette inched her way up the blonde's body, settling around her midsection, and leaving Mason enough room to go down on Jessa once again. Jessa's left hand found the top of Mason's head and pulled it in tight. As her fingers ran through his close-cropped hair, she applied more than a little pressure - she wasn't going to let him get away this time. Meanwhile, with her right hand, Jessa had found Alex's breasts. As their lips pressed hard against each other, and their tongues battle from dominance inside their mouths, Jessa squeezed Alex's whole right breast in exactly the what that she herself loved. Kissing another girl before had felt so good on purely a physical level - so soft, so gentle. This time, there was a fury - an urgency - behind the kiss. Which was why Jessa was surprised when Alex eventually pulled away. 

Breathing shallow, face flushed, and hair mussed, Alex panted, "If you get me off, I promise to get you off later."

Jessa's own pussy was already pulsing in ecstasy - she could entirely understand why Alex wanted to feel the same way. She simply nodded at first, but the concession was apparently not quite enough for the brunette.

"Are you sure? You can say no." Jessa nodded again, this time adding, "Yesssss....unmh....yesss."

"Is that a yes to me?" Alex asked, wanting to make entirely sure that she wasn't forcing Jessa to do something she didn't want to do. "It's just that I've never...and I know we're both not...but I promise I will later so it's not just...and -"

Tired of bantering back and forth, Jessa just grabbed the brunette's ass and pulled towards her. She had definitely, definitely never done THIS before. But having had it done to her by half a dozen guys over the course of her life, and having seen enough porno to have seen women do it to each other, Jessa wasn't too worried. Like with Alex's breast, Jessa simply did what she herself wanted to have done to her own pussy, what Mason was doing to her at that very moment. 

Mason's curiosity was obviously piqued, and he attempted to pull his head away from the business at hand to get a better look. He only got a quick glance before Jessa's little hand had dragged him back to her cunt, back to her clit, because she was once again nearing her orgasm. 

Alex had gone from being very uptight about this particular act to just letting herself go completely. Whether it was Mason's tongue or Jessa's tongue, a tongue was a tongue, and this particular tongue felt sublime. She was on her hands and knees, somewhat squatting on the blonde's face, and grinding her pussy hard against her friend's lips. Jessa's tongue alternated between lapping at the top of Alex's slit and driving deep within it, and Alex quickly caught up to the where Jessa already was - on the top of a climax. 

It was unclear whom exactly orgasmed first - it was a photo finish. All Jessa knew was that once Alex had begun to cascade, the vowels and grunts just made her that much hornier, and intensified her orgasm that much more. Her squeals of delight were muffled between Alex's thighs, which was a good thing, because Jessa was very close to completely letting herself go, completely losing all control, and screaming in orgasmic glory. Instead, she finished to an audience of only two, the rest of the basement stragglers entirely unaware of the sexual circus going on just around the corner from the bar. 

Panting, Alex rolled over off her friend and onto her back. Both girls had their eyes wide open, lost in post-coital numbness. At the edge of the table, Mason's forehead was repeatedly banging itself against the wooden surface. 

"Are you sure we want to stick to the rules?" he asked miserably. 

Despite the fact that she was completely drained, Jessa forced herself to sit up. "I promise you - tomorrow after breakfast." Alex propped herself up on her elbows. "Bacon. Eggs. Menage-a-trois. It's all on the menu."

Both girls giggled, but Mason was hardly amused. He was never going to be able to fall asleep. 

The three of them were the last to emerge from the basement, twenty minutes behind everyone else. Jessa was sure that she and Alex both stunk of sex, but at nearly half past three in the morning at a fraternity house were all the girls were naked and stunk of alcohol, Jessa wasn't terribly sure how much she really cared. 

At the top of the staircase, each girl took turns giving Mason a goodnight kiss before they entered the main hall and he ascended alone towards his bedroom. Chaz and Dunny were the last two brothers left in the main hall, sitting on a desk by the entrance and engaged in conversation with Jen Sanford and Allison Huckabee. A few other couples were listening and laughing nearby, huddled together on old wrestling mats, assorted pillows, an array of sleeping pads, and dozens of mismatched comforters and sleeping bags. The brothers had provided a nice comfortable layer for the girls to spend the night, and all eighty-six girls lay squeezed into this room. 

"We're it," Alex announced to Chaz as she and Jessa strolled into the room. On the far side of the hall, by the fireplace, there still seemed to be a small amount of space by Kristin and Wendy on one of the wrestling mats. As they picked their way through open spaces and across naked girls, Chaz and Dunny both stood to leave.

"Good night, my princesses of Hancock, my queens of old Green College," Chaz joked, eliciting a groan from nearly every single girl in the main hall. With that, Dunny flicked the light switch, and the last two brothers disappeared from the main hall. 

By that point, Jessa and Alex had dropped into their chosen nest for the night, snug between Kristin and Wendy on one side, Liz Perry and Amy Hoeven on the other, and an unidentified set of tits just inches from the top of Jessa's head. The little blonde kicked off her heels while Alex unzipped her boots. 

"Do you mind if I put my jewelry in your shoes?" Jessa asked her friend, to which Alex just nodded. The blonde dropped her choker, her bracelets, her rings, and her earrings into Alex's left boot, while Alex put her own assorted things in the right. 

They dropped down onto the mat together, handcuffs obviously inhibiting their sleeping positions for the night. Alex nestled up close to her friend, her nipples rubbing against the blonde's back, her breath warm and comforting against Jessa's neck. In just four hours, the two had gone from being close friends to something deeper. The only way the two possibly could have been happier was if Mason was there with them, cuddled in between.



The Skin Ball Ch. 05



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TRI GAM 
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Five and half hours of sleep was not anywhere as much sleep as Jessa needed. Not on a good night, and definitely not on a night like the night before. But yet, five and half hours of sleep was all that she was going to get that particular night. 

Someone was shaking her awake, and as she opened her eyes, she was a little shocked to see Mason hovering over her. He was crouched down by her feet, having snuck into the main hall through the side door by the library. 

“Hey, executive decision, you two,” he began, Jessa noticing that Alex was awake, as well. “I can wake everyone up, and you guys can get started on the day, or I can let you all sleep a bit longer.”

Why would they not choose another hour of sleep?

“I just figured you all might want to get up and out of here by eleven.”

A good point, Jessa thought to herself. If they got up now, at…at…”What time is it, Mason?”

“It’s nine.”

Both the blonde and brunette let out a quiet groan. If they got up now, they could cook and clean and probably be back at Ep Chi not much later than eleven, eleven thirty. But would one more hour of sleep be worth one more hour of nudity. 

“No, you’re right,” Alex replied, rolling into a sitting position. There was a sea of flesh scattered around the main hall’s floor, legs and breasts as far as the eye could see. Instead of being cold, though, everyone had a slight sheen of sweat on their bodies, the main hall being ridiculously warm, given the fact that it was December; Mason had obviously turned up the heat before going to bed. 

“Are you guys gonna wake everyone up?” Mason asked, he himself taken back by the amount of naked skin laid out in front of him. 

“Sure,” Jessa said. The two girls peeled themselves off the floor at the same time, waking Kristin and Liz Perry in the motion. In the corner, Chaz’s DJ booth hadn’t been broken down, the speakers still connected to his PowerBook. 

Tiptoeing across the naked rug of sorority girls, Alex and Jessa groggily set themselves down behind the computer. Each of them was able to get single ass cheek on the chair that was set up there, pulling up iTunes as Mason joined them behind the computer. 

“I told the brothers who didn’t live here to be back by ten,” he whispered to Alex as Jessa scrolled through Chaz’s music files. “There’s a shitload of pancake batter, fruit, bacon, eggs, and juice in the kitchen. We sent the pledges shopping yesterday afternoon.”

“Pots, pans?” Alex asked.

“All there. Just look around,” Mason replied. “Once the masses are awake, if you guys could pile the mats in the corner of the room and set the room back up, that would be awesome.”

“Anything that we should know for cleaning?” Jessa asked absentmindedly as she found a song that would do. She clicked on it, and waited for the music to begin. Marvin Gaye’s smooth voice gently began the words for “Let’s Get It On” through the speakers. 

All around them, stark naked sorority girls groggily shook themselves from the their slumber. No one seemed particularly happy about such a short night of sleep, muttering that the past five and half to six hours had been nothing more than a nap. 

Mason chuckled at Jessa’s musical selection. “There are mops and brooms downstairs in the basement. There’s also a hose down there, which you guys can use to shower if you want to.” 

Jessa raised an eyebrow. 

“Chaz made the announcement last night,” he explained, “but we were a little bit busy.” 

The blonde girl blushed, and a quick glance towards Alex told her that she wasn’t the only one that was a little embarrassed about last night. Had they really let Mason finger-fuck them? On a pong table? Had Jessa really gone down on Alex? Suddenly, all the inhibitions that seemed so irrelevant by the end of the party the night before came rushing back. Jessa was completely naked, sitting in the middle of TriGam, with Mason leering at her body. Hung-over and sobered up, getting through the morning was certainly not going to be easy as getting through the party itself, now that they no longer had alcohol as a crutch. 

“You guys are welcome to shower upstairs on the second or third floors, but the water heater has been on the fritz lately, so there might not enough hot water for more than a couple of people. There’s not going to be too much difference between upstairs and downstairs after about five or ten minutes.” 

“The third floor is locked,” Alex said absentmindedly. “Or it was, last night.”

“Yeah,” Mason smiled, “that’s where we were keeping your presents.”

“Presents?”

The TriGam took hold of the microphone that was lying on the table next to Jessa. Flipping it on, he began to speak, rousing the girls that had managed to sleep through Marvin’s continued pleas to get it on. “Good morning, girls. We at TriGam decided to buy a gift for each of you, to commemorate the night, and to say ‘thank you’ for giving us brothers the party of a lifetime.” 

“A gift?” Jessa asked. “You’re telling me that you guys raised enough money to beat us, AND buy us each a present?”

Mason covered the mike and spoke directly to the blonde. “Knox. Knox sent us another check when he heard we’d won – he wanted us to treat you all to something special.” 

The fact that an old alum knew about the bet between the two houses bothered Jessa some. “And the money couldn’t got to Homes for the Homeless?” 

“Jessa,” the man said, feigning complete exasperation, “I think Lingle did well enough between our two houses without getting one more check. He’s pretty much covered his budget for the next year and a half.” Turning his attention back to the girls scattered around the room, Mason continued, “Mike and Jeff brought down those cardboard boxes you’ll see if you step out into the foyer…”

Mason waited patiently as Jen Sanford and Allison Huckabee stepped out into the foyer, returning to the main hall with a stack of big, soft-looking, pink towels. “There’s a ton of these out there,” Allison said, setting them down on the couch where Dunny had been sitting at the end of last night. 

“Toss me one,” Mason told the girls, who complied by throwing a towel in the direction of the DJ booth. It made it less than a quarter of a way across the large room, but unclad girls that were now sitting up passed it towards Mason. 

Finding the corner of that particular towel, Mason showed a small little logo, a few words, and a grouping of letters to the Ep Chi president and fundraising chair. The picture was of a champagne glass that mimicked the silhouette of a naked woman. Above it, the words “The Skin Ball,” had been sewn in. Below it, the letters “AOD” had been added, as well. “They’re monogrammed, so you need to find the one with your initials,” Mason explained. He turned quizzically towards Jessa and Alex, pointing at the monogram on that particular towel. 

“Andrea Doyle,” Jessa told him. 

“Andrea Olivia Doyle,” Alex expanded. But something bothered her. “How did you get everyone’s middle initial?”

Covering the mike again as the girls began to look through the first stack of towels that Allison and Jen had retrieved, Mason explained, “Your e-mail addresses, Alexandra M. Poe.” Looking at the blonde next to her, he continued, “Isn’t that just ingenious, Miss Jessica A. West?” 

“Ingenious,” Jessa replied sarcastically. alexandra.m.poe@greencollege.edu. jessica.a.west@greencollege.edu. She had to say, the thought of a gift was a pretty nice. And, feeling Andrea’s pink towel there in front of her, they were fairly high-quality towels. 

“You don’t have to use them this morning, if you don’t want,” the TriGam president explained, turning his attention back to the girls around the main hall. “If you want to shower downstairs, or upstairs, feel free. The pledges bought a couple bottles of shampoo and conditioner yesterday – they’re downstairs underneath the bar.” 

When the morning’s announcement was done, and the girls who weren’t pretending to be still asleep were fawning over their new gifts, Mason shut the microphone off, excusing himself to head back upstairs. “Breakfast at ten?” he asked as he walked away.

Alex nodded, and began to rouse the slower (or more hung-over) girls from their makeshift beds. 

Jessa wanted a warm shower. As a senior, she felt that she deserved one. As an officer, she felt that she had earned one. And, because she was handcuffed to the sorority president, she thought that a warm shower was ensured. But she also knew that since the Skin Ball had been primarily pushed by she and Alex, she and Alex were going to have to kick everyone’s ass and get them moving on the cooking and cleaning. 

“You’ll all get a turn,” Alex assured everyone who began bolting for the upstairs showers in a hurry to get warm water. Certainly, some of the girls were just going to wait the two hours, go home, and shower alone. But everyone was covered in make-up, sweat, and alcohol, and it was clear that only a shower was going to make some of them feel up to the tasks at hand. Jessa had to admit that a cold shower might have been exactly what she needed at that point.

“Hey, Kristin and Wendy!” the brunette called, getting the attention of her two sisters. Both girls were standing around a newly opened cardboard box full of pink towels that someone had dragged into the main hall. “Why don’t you take a bunch of girls and get breakfast started?”

The two girls did as their friend told them, gathering a number of sisters around them and finding their way towards the kitchen. Alex and Jessa then put together a few teams of girls to do other various chores around the frat house, from cleaning the basement to cleaning the bathrooms, cleaning the main hall to stacking the wrestling mats in the corner of room, as Mason had asked. The girls who had rushed off to take showers upstairs, it had been decided, were going to act as waitresses throughout breakfast, allowing the rest of the house to sit and eat with the TriGam brothers. 

Jessa and Alex ended up being one of the first couples in the basement, followed closely by about a dozen other girls from various different pledge classes. Mason, apparently, had already been down there that morning, collapsing the pong table upon which the two girls had gotten off. The whole area had been cleared out, and the hose unraveled. There was a drain on the four, and it was clear that Mason intended them shower there. Mercy Davis and her partner were the first ones over there, testing out the hose, and preparing themselves for the frigid water.

Sure enough, there were three large bottles of shampoo, as well as three large bottles of conditioner, stashed beneath the bar between the Jack Daniels and Absolut Mandarin. Jessa pulled them out, slid them across the bar, and began to get work. Both she and Alex had decided they’d shower right before breakfast, after doing some cleaning first. 

There was a noticeable tension between the two as they tossed plastic cups and empty beer cans away, neither one saying anything beyond what was needed. Last night had been an odd night in their friendship. They’d masturbated side by side. They’d been fingered by the same guy. Jessa had even eaten Alex out. Jessa winced as the thought of losing her close friend crossed her mind. She didn’t know if that was going to happen, but it was quite clear that they were not at the same place that they’d been the afternoon before. 

Alex was the first to break the silence, though she didn’t bring up the party. Instead, she began, “Jessa, about Mason. I know you said they’re nothing but a physical attraction between you and him, but I’ll step back if you want me to. I mean, I know we promised him….but we were both pretty bombed at that point.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” It was awkward. “But no. I mean, there’s nothing between Mason and I. Nothing romantic. So if you’re thinking that you want to…you know, with Mason…I’ll step back and let you have him to yourself.”

“No,” the brunette shook her head. “I don’t really need him. I mean, I’ve got a vibrator at home, right? If I feel like getting off this afternoon, there’s really no need to come back and do something I regret.”

There was a silence that followed, things going completely unsaid between the two. 

“Fuck it,” Jessa finally said. The tension was bullshit – Alex was her best friend.

“What?” 

“Fuck it,” she repeated. “Look, I don’t regret last night, if that’s what’s going through your head. I hope that you don’t, either. I’m not gay. I’m pretty sure that you’re not, either. But I can tell you this – kissing you last night felt good. And dancing with you last night felt good. And what we did together with Mason? Also good.”

Alex just stared at her friend blankly.

“So I’m going to come back here this afternoon and get laid. I’m still reeling from the after-effects of the alcohol from last night, but I’m also still knee-deep in hormones that tell me that orgasming twice last night wasn’t quite enough. I had fun with you and Mason last night. I’d like to have fun with you and Mason again after breakfast.” 

Alex’s blank look slowly broke, a smile forming on the brunette’s face. “Knee-deep in hormones, huh?”

“You think that climaxing twice last night would satiate my libido just a little,” Jessa replied, returning the smile. They were still good. “But just thinking about the orgasming itself makes me want it again.” 

They both laughed, Alex agreeing with the assessment. The brunette admitted that she herself was still floating on last night’s endorphins, and despite the inhibitions that were returning with sobriety, the fact that she was naked in TriGam at nine thirty on a Saturday morning was still turning her on. 

Jessa had almost completely forgotten about the nudity. So focused on what had happened among the two girls and Mason last night, she hadn’t given much thought to the fact that she was still in the nude, and had been for close to eleven hours at that point. Around the basement, naked sisters were mopping, scrubbing, and washing the house, as well as washing themselves in the corner. A peek into the corner found one pair of girls hosing two pairs down, waiting their turn for a chance at the makeshift, ice-cold “shower.” 

As ten o’clock encroached upon them, the basement was looking cleaner and cleaner. Having left her sandals up in main hall, Jessa hadn’t been entirely enthralled by the prospects of walking around barefoot on the mung-covered floor. In less than an hour, though, a dozen pairs of girls had been able to make the basement cleaner than it had been the night before. A few of the brothers started showing up, playing games of Pong with water, none of them eager to start drinking again so early in the morning. Every now and then, a ping-pong ball with “accidentally” sail in the direction of the showering girls, the brothers taking the opportunity to sneak glances into the corner. 

“Breakfast is almost ready,” Wendy announced as she and Kristin descended into the basement. “And the brothers are starting to get up and around. They’ve got the television on, and they’re waiting for their meal.” 

The fact that the brothers were watching TV irked Jessa some. It wasn’t that she wanted all the attention on the naked bodies that were fluttering about the house, but had their nudity really become mundane over the course of a single night? She laughed to herself, realizing how far off she was. While she, Alex, and a number of the other girls had begun to feel more and more comfortable with their bodies, the brothers were still unsure of how to act. After all, this wasn’t a strip club, and these girls weren’t strippers; most of the TriGam brothers were still trying to soak in the beautiful bodies around them without appearing as if they were perverts. 

Kristin was carrying a handful of towels with her, which she laid down on the bar in from of Alex and Jessa. “J.A.W. and A.M.P. for our lovely officers,” the girl said, laying the towels down in front of them. Her own towel and Wendy’s were there with them. 

“Are you two going to ‘shower’?” Wendy asked, careful to make the quotations symbol with her fingers. Being hosed down in the corner of the basement could only marginally be called a “shower.” 

“That was the plan,” Alex replied, tossing the last of the beer cans into the recycling bin. Looking over at the four brothers playing Pong by the bathroom, and the three brothers watching them, the brunette’s eyes began to twinkle with mischief. 

The next thing any of them knew, all four girls were standing under the spray of water in the corner of the basement. Jed Wise, a junior who had actually gone to boarding school with Jessa, was the lucky brother currently operating the hose. He followed the girls’ commands and instructions, rinsing them off when they wanted to be, just happy be needed. Two other juniors stood next to him, trying their best to act casual and converse with the dripping, naked girls. 

The water wasn’t as cold as Jessa had feared it would be. It certainly wasn’t warm – but it was sufferable. She made alternate chit-chat with Kristin, who was soaping herself up less than a foot away, and with Jed, who was doing his best to try to talk about high school with Jessa while ignoring the hard-on that seemed to have control over the rest of his body. She soaped up her body, wanting to get her skin clean. The brothers had bought simple soap, nothing more – no moisturizers, no scrubs, no perfume bars – but it was enough to get off the sweat and beer that was clinging to the blonde’s body. The shampoos and conditioners were similar – simple, off-the-shelf varieties which were no-nonsense and sensibly priced. 

Knowingly teasing the three boys that were watching, Alex asked Jessa to scrub her back. They were soon all touching, mostly for the pleasure of their onlookers. The thought of the TV distracting her audience seemed laughable to Jessa at that point, and they eyes on her body only increased the amount of sexual thoughts that were running through her mind.

Breakfast was mostly uneventful. All four girls dried themselves off with their new towels, but none of them wrapped the fabric around their bodies – they still had some time to go before they’d be able to get dressed again. The girls who’d rushed off to grab the first showers, the warm showers, found themselves at the center of attention, being called for more food and gawked at as their tits bounced up and down on their routes to and from the kitchen. 

Mason sat with Evan and Dunny that morning, perched on the edge of a couch in front of the television. Though his ears were listening to what the football commentators had to say about the day’s games, and his mouth was yammering on with its own opinions to his brothers, his eyes wandered from girl to girl to girl. They settled, more often than not, on Alex and Jessa. The two girls had found themselves a spot on the stack of wrestling mats with Kristin and Wendy, and they were engaged in conversation about the henna tattoos on their midriffs – how long would they last? How hard were they to apply? Where did they get the designs? But like Mason, Jessa was paying little attention to the topic at hand, her mind running through positions and pleasures that she wanted to try and feel with Mason and Alex. 

There was definitely a little pressure in the thing, though. Last night, she and Alex had both been drunk. There had been little on either of their minds other than just their own sensations of pleasure, their own orgasms, their own pussies. Now, Jessa was faced with the fact that she and Alex were both going to have sex with Mason – they HAD promised him, after all. And Jessa wanted to do it. But what if Alex was better? The brunette certainly had a little more experience. What if Mason found her more attractive? What was Jessa supposed to if Mason orgasmed with Alex, and then didn’t have the ability to get Jessa off? There were dozens of thoughts like this, some rational, some completely irrational, running through Jessa’s head. A part of her wished she were more like Beth Baldacci, who claimed that she was still drunk. A few less inhibitions. A little less pressure. 




The Skin Ball Ch. 05



Nonetheless, Jessa was looking forward to it, butterflies and all. And though she didn’t know it at the time, Mason was just as nervous about the task of pleasing two girls. 

Breakfast came and went, and the whole house was suddenly sparkling clean, due the hard work eighty-six unclad sorority girls. At 11:20, Mason declared that the terms of the bet had been met, and the Ep Chis could retreat down Calhoun Ave, back their own house. First, though, they needed to get dressed. 

“Whose do you think these are?” Alex asked, picking up a leopard-print thong that was on the top of one of the baskets of clothes. She, Jessa, Mason, and Dunny had all ascended to Mason’s room to collect the laundry baskets. 

“Well, that’s Basket B, so it was obviously someone up on the dance floor at eleven,” Dunny suggested. He himself had baskets A, C, and G tucked under his chin, his face just inches away from a collection of dresses and lingerie that had once adorned the naked bodies downstairs.

Dunny and Mason started out the door, each carrying three baskets. Jessa and Alex, on the other hand, were sifting through basket F, trying to find their own clothes. Their dresses were simple enough to locate, Jessa’s bright pink cocktail dress and Alex’s simple white one. Their underwear was another story, however. Jessa’s red thong had somehow gotten tucked inside someone else’s bra cup, and they picked through five or six pairs of white panties before they found Alex’s. At the very, very bottom of the basket was Alex’s bra, one of the first articles of clothing to be shed the previous night. 

“Can we take the handcuffs off now?” Jessa asked, realizing that getting dressed was going to be twice as much work while she was still attached to the brunette. 

“Am I cramping your style?” Alex asked, taking her key-necklace off. While the rest of her jewelry was still in her boot in the main hall, she had kept the handcuffs key on her for obvious reasons. 

The petite blonde smiled at her friend. “On the contrary,” she began, not finishing her thought. It was clear where she was going, however. 

When Alex undid Jessa’s cuff, it suddenly felt weird to have total and complete movement of her right hand back. Suddenly, it wasn’t pulling someone else’s arm along with it every time it moved. While it was liberating, it signaled an end to the Skin Ball, something that made Jessa a little sad. As awkward as it may have been at first, when was she ever going to have a chance to be naked like this again? 

Both girls pulled their cocktail dresses on, but neither wasted time with their panties. Alex shot a mischievous glance at Jessa, letting her know that she was going to go commando for now. “After being completely nude for over twelve hours,” the brunette explained, “you’ve got work up to being fully dressed. Step by step.” 

Jessa blinked, but followed Alex’s lead. Instead of sliding the red thong up her body and under her dress, she dropped them onto Mason’s bed. Alex slid both pair under Mason’s pillow – he was in for a treat later on…in more ways than one. 

The pair descended the stairs together, Jessa first and Alex following. It seemed to strange that they didn’t have to walk side by side. It seemed strange having full use of her right hand. It seemed strange that there was something covering her skin.

Baskets B and F joined the rest of the laundry baskets on the floor of the main hall. All around them, there were girls in various states of dress. There were girls waiting patiently in just their panties and bras, hoping that they’d be able to work their way through the throng of sisters to find their dresses. Other girls had found their dresses, but had them draped over their forearms as they looked for their under things. Still others were still completely nude, waiting towards the back of the room, obviously in no rush to put their clothes back on. 

The master key began to circulate, and couple by couple, the girls freed themselves from their partners. No one had gotten hurt, no one had gotten separated last night – the handcuffs had kept the girls safe, Jessa thought. Or, in the case of she and Alex, allowed them to bond a little bit more. She wondered if there were any other couples around the house that had experimented at all, gotten themselves off with another girl just inches away. Though the idea that being special and enjoying something unique was nice, the thought that others had been as turned on as she and Alex had been left Jessa feeling less like a slut. 

As the girls around them continued to dress, Alex and Jessa made their way over to Mason, secure in their convictions that they wanted to follow through on the promises they had made last night. Now it was just a matter of finding the right time, the right place. 

“So,” Jessa flirted, “what are we doing this afternoon?”

Mason just blinked a couple of times. To be honest, he had convinced himself that the promises made the night before had been drunken sex talk. But the idea that the conversation was going to lead to more than just empty fantasies was enough to bring him halfway to cumming right there in the main hall. 

“Well, I do have to bring these mats back,” Mason finally spit out. “But I was planning on doing that after your guys leave, and getting it over with.” He looked at the girls, before quickly adding, “I have to. It’s my truck, remember? I don’t know if anyone else has a car big enough to fit them.” 

“Perfect,” Alex answered. “Would you like some help?” 

“I was going to have Dunny or a couple of the pledges give me a hand. Are you saying you want to heft these mats halfway across campus?”

“Just have the pledges load them up,” Alex offered. “I mean, if Dunny was going to be your help, I’m sure that Jessa and I can help you unload them over in the gym.”

“Actually, either one of you would probably be more than enough to replace Dunny,” the TriGam president joked. “Alright, then. What if I come pick you two up in about an hour? We need to load the mats, and I’d kind of like to take a shower.” 

“Perfect,” Jessa repeated Alex’s earlier response. 

Eighty-six girls, dressed to kill in cocktail dresses and heels, were seen walking down Calhoun Ave that morning, seemingly doing a joint “walk of shame.” Green College students were up and milling around by that point, and more than one did a double take. Eighty-six of the campus’s most attractive girls strutted down the street on the cold Hancock morning, hurrying away from what must have been a long, enjoyable night to their own house a short walk from TriGam. 

From Ep Chi, a number of girls simply grabbed their coats and headed back to their dorms and apartments. Others milled around in the kitchen and living room, talking in the relative comfort that clothes now allowed them. Alex and Jessa, however, ascended the stairs to get changed for their afternoon with Mason MacNeill.



The Skin Ball Ch. 06



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EP CHI

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Mason arrived at Ep Chi a little less than an hour after the girls had left TriGam. There were still sisters hanging around the house, though many of them had changed into something more comfortable than the previous night’s party attire. More than a few eyebrows were raised as Mason let himself into the house, heading up the stairs to Jessa’s bedroom. 

In Jessa’s room, the blonde was sitting on the floor, absentmindedly flipping through channels on the television, trying to quell nervous butterflies that had come alive in her stomach. Alex didn’t seem to be quite as nervous, having passed out on Jessa’s bed seconds after letting herself in. Both girls had changed out of their cocktail dresses, Jessa clad in a pair of exercise shorts and a tank-top, Alex completely covered by her long, tan winter coat. 

Mason’s knock, though expected, startled Jessa. She was on edge, and while part of her couldn’t wait for the sex to come, another part of her wanted the waiting to be over, for the uneasiness to be replaced by bodily instinct and the pursuit of pleasure.


“Are you girls ready?” Mason asked, sticking his head into the bedroom.

“The question is,” Alex asked sleepily as she sat up, “Are YOU ready?”

Mason’s smile stretched from ear to ear. 

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MEMORIAL GYM

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The drive over to the gym was filled with idle chitchat, as was the process of actually hauling the mats into the gym. Not only were the mats heavier than Jessa had guessed them to be, but there were also a lot more than she had noticed before. All three of them had gotten fairly sweaty from the workout, and as they dropped the last mat on the floor in the center of the gym, all three stopped to catch their breath. The mats still had to make it back up onto the walls were they were kept, but none of them were eager for that particular task to begin just yet.

Alex, still dressed in her winter coat, excused herself to use the bathroom. Jessa and Mason, an arm’s length apart, just lay on the mats in silence, unsure of what to say to each other at that particular moment. 

The Memorial Gym went unused by anyone but sports teams, and most of teams had already stopped practices for finals and the coming Christmas break. As Evan had gone unnoticed the day before as he and his pledges removed the mats, it was completely unlikely that anyone was going to notice Mason, Jessa, and Alex now, as they were putting them back. 

Memorial was small, at least in comparison to gyms that Jessa had seen at other colleges. There were two basketball courts, side by side, but the blonde was fairly sure that neither was the right length for regulation. Games were held over at Jefferson Arena, but the smaller courts here in Memorial were acceptable for practice. 

Around the courts ran an overhead track, only a tenth of a mile in length. Jessa’s friend Cat had spent more than one afternoon in Memorial Gym on that track, losing count of laps when she got into the twenties. The track was small, yes, but it served as a welcome alternative to running outdoors during the cold New England winters. 

Both Jessa and Mason looked up as they heard Alex come back from the bathroom, the heavy gym doors closing noisily behind her. Casually, the brunette reached over and flicked the light switch, allowing the natural light from the windows overhead to fill the gym. And, with the attention of both the man and the girl across the floor, she began to drop her winter coat to the floor, revealing nothing but skin underneath. 

Mason’s mouth was agape, watching the brunette strut across the large room as her hips swayed and her breasts gently bounced. Jessa had to admit that the scene was turning her on, as well, but unlike her male counterpart, she was able to speak. “Here?” she asked incredulously. “I was figuring we’d go back to TriGam.” 

As Alex got closer, she walked towards her girl friend, seemingly ignoring Mason for now. “Why not here?” she countered. “We seem to be alone in here.” 

“Well, I just thought, you know, a bed, and…no chance of anyone walking in on us.” Even as Jessa spoke, Alex knelt down on top of her, softly pushing her back down onto the mats. The blonde was now on her back, staring up at her friend and the ceiling above. 

Alex, completely naked and straddling Jessa’s sweat-covered body, answered her friend first with a chin, and then by saying, “I’m willing to risk it.” She followed her first kiss with another, this time a little bit lower, working her way under Jessa’s chin to her neck. Each subsequent kiss caused goose bumps to rise up on Jessa’s skin in places where she was sure she’d never felt goose bumps before. As Alex worked her way down to the hollow at the base of Jessa’s neck, the blonde felt her nipples harden in erotic pleasure. 

Alex continued down her friend’s body, kissing her through her top as she worked her way to Jessa’s waist. Once there, the brunette let her tongue linger on the blonde’s exposed belly button, tracing the henna tattoo around her stomach, and then slowly moved it northward again, forcing the tank top up with her nose. As more and more skin began to show, both girls felt Mason shift on the mats two feet away, leaning in to get involved. 

Her left hand grabbing the hem of Jessa’s tank top, Alex lifted her face from the body in front of her and pushed Mason’s chest away with her right hand. “Sit back and watch for now,” she reprimanded him. “I just want to get her primed up first.” 

Mason looked a little disappointed, but seemed to be happy about the lesbian show that was being put on in front of him. But this wasn’t just about his pleasure, a point made by a gasp of satisfaction that escaped Jessa’s lips. Alex’s hand had pulled the blonde’s tank top up, exposing the cup of her bra. Now, it had found her nipple through the bra’s material, and was gently pinching it as Alex’s lips once again touched on the bare skin below. 

Jessa wasn’t exactly sure what to do with her hands, but she did know that her first task was to pull her shirt off. Though she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about Mason sitting this round out, she didn’t have long to think about it – her body was soon lost to sensual bliss. One of Alex’s knees was now in between Jessa’s thighs, the other off the side. And even Alex’s left hand reached under the red bra cup to grasp the nipple itself, her right palm was now grinding into Jessa’s pussy through her shorts. The brunette’s tongue traced a line towards Jessa’s left nipple.

Her body was quivering. Her pussy was hot and growing moister by the second. And yet all Jessa could do was run her hands up and down her friend’s naked back, losing herself in the surges of sexual pleasure that were enveloping her body. The red bra snapped in the front, and Alex allowed herself only a few seconds away from the blonde’s right nipple to undo the clasp, revealing Jessa’s breasts once again to the man seated inches away. Alex’s lips blanketed Jessa’s nipple, her tongue snaking around the rock-hard protrusion and flicking against it. As she did this, she swung her right leg over Jessa’s, positioning herself on the far side of the blonde’s body from Mason. She continued to rub her palm on the other girl’s pussy, but moved her hand under the girl’s shorts. Jessa, having not worn any panties with her exercise shorts, felt a wave of energy shoot out from her pussy. 

Mason sat just inches away, his mouth salivating at the flesh in front of him. He had seen them both naked, and he had touched them both the previous night. Now, though, he was looking forward to the reality of his cock out, and inside both of these girls. 

Jessa, watching Alex’s naked breasts dangle in front of her, leaned up and took a nipple into her mouth. Even as she herself was sighing heavily, she began hearing Alex’s recognizable guttural sounds. And, as she continued to lick the brunette’s areole, she felt one of Alex’s fingers dip inside her pussy.

“Mason,” she said, pulling the waistband of her shorts down past her hips. The man’s eyes bulged when he saw the finger dipping in and out of the blonde’s vagina, but he knew what she wanted. He slid her shorts down past her ankles before resuming his position alongside the two girls. 

The blonde spread her legs a little further, allowing Alex to get her first finger deeper into Jessa’s pussy. One finger was soon replaced by two, however, testing the limits of Jessa’s tight sex. 

Mason didn’t have to sit out much longer, but neither girl was going to expend much energy telling him what to do or how to do it. Instead, Alex simply growled, “Kiss her,” before repositioning herself so that she was back between Jessa’s legs. As Mason brought his lips to Jessa’s, Alex brought hers to the glistening slit in front of her. Her tongue penetrated deeply, licking both the inside and the outside of the blonde’s neatly shaven pussy. 

Jessa’s moans of pleasure were muted by the tongue kiss that she and Mason were sharing. He had rolled onto his side next to her, and her left hand was running up and down his back. But while the kiss was intense, there was little that Mason could do to distract Jessa from what was going on elsewhere in her body. She was breathing heavily, gasping for air in between lip locks. And, as Alex moved from the depth of her pussy to find her clit, Jessa’s free hand found the top of Alex’s head. Her fingers intertwined with her friend’s friends brown hair, Jessa pulled the other girl’s face as tightly as she could to her pussy. Her whole body was shaking, reacting to the kiss and the fact that Mason had begun fondling her breasts, but mostly to tongue tracing circles around her clit. Although she arched her back violently as the wave of orgasm began to role in, she refused to release her death grip on her friend’s head. 

Alex didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she herself had grabbed a hold of the blonde’s buttocks, pulling Jessa’s closer to her mouth at the same time that Jessa was pulling Alex’s mouth closer towards her pussy. She listened to the panting girls, Jessa’s breaths getting shallower and shallower, with more and more vowel sounds and moans mixed in with each passing second. Finally, Jessa could hold it in no longer, letting out a powerful, noisy moan of climax. He body shook uncontrollably, feeling her orgasm take a hold of her more quickly than ever before. 

But Jessa’s first orgasm would not be her last, and even as she recovered from it, she and Alex had already begun to gang up on Mason. Both girls sat up, swapping mischievous looks with each other as they forced the man higher up on the mats. Alex took her turn locking lips with Mason, while Jessa simultaneously began rubbing her hands under her shirt and against the significant bulge under his jeans. Alex took hold of his shirt, pulling it up his body while Jessa turned her attention to the fly of his pants. It took only a second to get Mason out of his clothes, and only one more to get him out of the black boxer-briefs he was wearing underneath them. But when they did, they both looked at his cock in wonder. 

“Jesus,” Jessa gasped, not realizing that she had said it aloud. Cat had complained about Mason’s cock being TOO big, but Jessa had always just chalked it up to Cat’s inexperience with men. But, in Jessa’s own few sexual encounters, she’d never seen a dick as big as Mason’s. She and Alex had both lost their concentration when it rose out of Mason’s underwear, both of them wondering if Mason would even fit inside their pussies. 

As soon as she had recovered, though, Jessa let her instincts take over, and she leaned in to take the tip into her mouth. Alex had lost all interest in anything from Mason’s waist up, and dropped down to the same level as her friend. As Jessa worked the tip in and out of her lips, Alex began to suck and lick along the shaft, their faces only an inch apart. As the brunette’s mouth progressed along the huge penis, Jessa made room for her at the tip. Their own lips and tongues rubbed against each other, and Jessa could taste her own juices through the salty taste of Mason’s pre-cum. 

Both girls were on all fours, hovering intently over the man’s cock. Jessa’s hands were gently massaging his testicles, while Alex was squeezing the base of his dick. As the brunette took more and more of Mason into her mouth, Jessa was forced down his shaft, where she licked the underside of his member and began running her tongue across the warm sack beneath it. Glancing up now and then, Jessa could tell that Alex was deep-throating as much of Mason as she could, but there was significant more dick that hadn’t yet made it past her lips. Still, the brunette’s head was bobbing up and down, up and down on Mason’s dick, leaving a blanket of saliva behind it. Not wanting to be left out, Jessa took her turn on the dick, not getting much more of it into her mouth than Alex had. 

“If I’m going to last….” Mason began, not finishing the thought. Both girls back off his dick a few seconds later. Both of them wanted him inside of them just then. 

“Fuck Jessa first,” Alex ordered the man. “But so me help me god, if you cum before I get fucked…”

Mason just nodded. 

Alex positioned the blonde onto her back, and then crawled on top of her, as if they were about to sixty-nine. It was clear that Alex wanted to be eaten out, at least, even as she grabbed Mason and pulled his cock towards her mouth. After a few brief seconds with the cock in her mouth, the brunette began to insert it into her friend’s pussy, right in front of her face. Jessa’s eyes bugged, but her sighs of intermingled pleasure and pain were muffled by Alex’s vaginal lips. Mason was deep inside her in three quick strokes, Jessa’s pussy still sopping wet from her earlier orgasm. Even now, as the cock moved back and forth inside her, Jessa could feel Alex’s tongue on her clit, occasionally jumping to the base of Mason’s dick and back to her clit again. 


They had been sweaty when they began, but now the increased activity had caused all three bodies to become covered in a slight sheen of perspiration. Jessa’s whole body moved back and forth with the pounding she was receiving in her slit, and Alex’s body was writhing in pleasure on top of her as her pussy ground further and harder against Jessa’s mouth. 

After a few minutes, Mason pulled out of Jessa, looking worried that he was going to cum. While the better thing to do probably would have been to give him time to rest, Alex allowed the man no such thing. She forced him backwards until he was lying on his back, his enormous cock standing free in the air. And she wasted no time in positioning herself on top of it, sliding the whole thing into her pussy in one quick motion. While Jessa would have gotten on her knees in that particular sexual position, Alex was up on the balls of her feet, squatting over Mason’s body. She used her bent legs to drive herself up and down on the man’s dick, and only paused for a second to grab Jessa’s arm and pull her towards the fucking couple. 

Jessa straddled Mason’s face, looking down his body into Alex’s eyes. And though Alex shut her eyes from time to time as the sex brought her closer and closer to climaxing, they shared an erotic gaze throughout most of their session. Alex bounced up and down on Mason’s dick, while Jessa felt the skilled tongue against her own pussy. She was transfixed, however, with the scene going on in front of her, watching the brunette’s pussy slide up and down on the throbbing skin. She had never really watched her own body with such attention, and she found herself enthralled with simple and yet amazing action going on in front her. Even as she ground her crotch harder against Mason’s eager tongue, she bent forward to wrap her lips around the base of his dick. It was not her own pussy juices that she tasted now, but Alex’s. Her friend’s body was moving up and down from a point just in front of her, her lungs calling out guttural sounds again and again, sounding more like grunts than sighs or moans. And then the talking began. 

Jessa had never been one for talking dirty during sex, though she had to admit that she loved hearing her lover do so. And Alex later admitted that she herself had rarely ever done it before, but at that moment, she was so moved by the pure dirtiness of what they were doing. As Mason touched the very depths of pussy, she began talking out load, almost imperceptibly at first.

“Oh oh oh oh oh fuck fuck fuck,” Alex began under her breath. But what started out soft just began to move her, and she began saying, “Fuck me fuck me fuck me. Mason, fuck me fuck me. Mason. Mason! Fuck me! Fuck me! Deeper. Deeper.” 

Though it caused Jessa to raise her eyebrow, she realized that Alex was turning her on ever more. 

“Put your tongue on my clit,” Alex ordered her, seemingly only half-aware of anything going on outside her groin. Jessa did as she was told, and was rewarded with a slight squeal, she herself sighing loudly as Mason’s lapping speed increased; obvious, he was getting more turned on by hearing Alex talk, as well. Alex ran her hands through her friend’s blonde hair as the simultaneous pleasures in her clitoris and inside her body crashed together. 

She rolled quickly, pulling both of her partners were with her. She was suddenly on her back, in the same position that Jessa had first felt Mason’s cock inside her. Jessa, repositioning herself, was now on all fours, her ass facing towards Mason. Looking down, she stared into Alex’s half-open eyes. The brunette was still chanting to herself, repeating, “fuck me,” again and again and again. Mason was still driving deep inside Alex, and Jessa felt each stroke between the two of them when Mason’s abs slapped against her own naked ass. Leaning forward, she locked lips with her friend for a few seconds, their lips intertwining. Alex pulled away, though, choosing instead to again kiss Jessa’s neck as she continued to moan, grunt, and speak all at the same time. 

The brunette’s hand dropped to her crotch. With her forefinger and thumb, she formed a ring at her pussy, squeezing Mason’s dick each time it came in and out of her, letting the slickness of her own moistness pass against her hand. As she did this, she rubbed her palm against her clit, masturbating even as she was being fucked. Alex’s actions were not only working for her, however. In addition, the back of her hand was rubbing up against Jessa’s pussy, as well, and the blonde was obviously not going to sit this particular session out. All throughout, Alex kept talking. 

“Oh, oh, oh. I am so so so hot. My whole pussy is so hot. Don’t…stop…fucking…me!” 

And with that, she let out a massive sigh, her whole body frozen in silence for a few seconds as she rode the crest of her orgasm. Her lips formed a perfect circle, and Jessa stared down into her friend’s open eyes as she came. Alex seemed to lose her connection to everything around her as she finished, staring blankly up at the blonde. 

But while Alex had orgasmed, Mason had waited. And with one girl down, he quickly turned his attentions to the other. He pulled out of Alex and shoved himself deep into Jessa’s waiting vagina. She was already position in front of him on all fours, perched over Alex’s body. Slick with wetness, Jessa was already a third of a way towards her own orgasm when Mason stuck his dick inside of her. It was probably less than six or seven strokes before Jessa began to cum again, this one dwarfing the earlier orgasm that Alex had given her. Oral sex was good, but there was nothing like a vaginal orgasm in Jessa’s mind. Instead of sighing loudly, or even moaning, Jessa let out a loud, piercing, “YESSSSSS,” hissing towards the end. 

Mason wanted this session to last forever. The entirety of his sexually active life, he had looked forward to the chance of one day having a threesome. And now here he was, taking turns inside two different girls. But the fantasy proved too much for him, and as Jessa’s scream of orgasmic pleasure echoed through the gym, Mason knew he was down. He quickly pulled himself out of Jessa, losing control of his body. He held himself up against Jessa’s ass, shooting load after load up against her stomach. 




The Skin Ball Ch. 06



Jessa felt the cum on her body, just above her pubic hair. As Mason’s semen hit her body, gravity took hold and it dropped onto Alex’s body below her. 

Mason, energy completely sapped, fell to one side on the mats. Jessa did much the same, rolling into the nook under his arm. Alex rolled as well, putting her own thigh between Jessa’s legs and losing herself in another kiss with her friend. There was cum and sweat in between them, but both girls concentrated on nothing more than the kiss. Eventually, they broke away, and all three of them lay on the mats, looking up at the ceiling. 

After the panting had stopped, Mason finally spoke up. “Now, maybe it’s just me, but we should definitely, definitely do this again.”

Alex looked at him in disbelief. “You mean, right now?”

The man grunted a negative. “I don’t think I can even stand up right now.” 

The two girls giggled, essentially feeling the same way. Jessa’s legs were trembling from her orgasm.

“Well, we’ll have to wait for the next Skin Ball,” Jessa finally responded. 

Mason looked over at her curiously. “And when would that be?”

Jessa smiled. “I’m sure we can work something out. How about next term, we hold it at Ep Chi?”