Strip beer pong.

"Let's make it really interesting. It'll be strip beer pong. And if you lose, you have to spend the night with Ian. You two, in a closed room, for one night."

My heart started pounding.

To my surprise, Jessica didn't hesitate. "And if I win, you'll tell the whole story on you and Ian in high school?"

The thought hadn't occurred to me before, but I must have appeared as an enigma to Jessica. For one, I hadn't tried to make a pass on her like every other guy in the department. More than that, whenever the subject came around to girls, or high school relationships, I'd changed the subject. My attempt at humility had made me a man of mystery, and those secrets were worth the risk of getting stripped. Of course, if she lost, I'd be embarrassed too. It wasn't exactly my ideal set up for being naked with Jessica.

At this moment, the instant of pause before anyone knew what was about to happen, I took a quick look at the women around me. Jessica was wearing her formal clothes, maybe six pieces counting underwear. Talia was wearing jean shorts, high top sneakers with no socks, and a tight t-shirt. She had on either a bra or a tank top, maybe four items. Rachel had on less: plain jeans, t-shirt (no bra), and sandals. Jessica was quicker at math than me. She shook hands with Talia and the game was on.

The only table large enough was down in the common room. Rachel set up the table while Jessica checked the room. "These doors don't lock. And, there are a ton of windows. Anyone walking by can see us."

"What? Are you chicken?" Talia teased.

"No! I just need another drink." Jessica took a draught from the cup of harder stuff she had brought down from the room. We lined up on either side of the table. I'd never played this game before, but Talia explained the rules and threw the first ball, which sank right into the last bank of our cups. "Fuck," Jessica cursed and grabbed the beer. "Shoes first." She removed her heels and I stepped out of my sneakers.

The next few shots missed, or bounced off the rim and off the table. The tension mounted, until Rachel made one. I took the beer as Jessica unbuttoned her blouse. The black bra was tight against her dark flesh, and her tits bounced as she got back into the game. My shirt came off, and I sank my return throw. Talia drank the beer, and both girls removed their shoes. Jessica gave me a high five.

We went back and forth with no victors, then my partner made her shot.

"What the hell?" Rachel fumed, and drained the cup. Talia pulled her tight t-shirt over her head, revealing a spaghetti-strap tank top that did nothing to support her perky breasts. Rachel stared at them as she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them to the floor.

Now I was in my jeans and socks, Jessica in her bra but still wearing a skirt and stockings. Rachel had her small butt exposed to the room, and Talia's nipples were poking through her top. Suddenly, the door opened. We didn't say anything to the guy, who dumbly took us in, before leaving.

The next sound was the "plunk" of a ball in beer. "Strip," Talia commanded. Jessica chugged the beer, and turned her rear toward me. "Unzip my skirt, p-please," she stuttered.

I placed one hand on the warm fabric. The zipper pulled easily, and she shimmied her hips out. Her hose went all the way up to her hips, but showed plenty of skin, as she was wearing a thong under the hose. Rachel crossed the table to take a peek as I tried and failed to hit the cups. I removed my socks.

Rachel fixed a serious look on her face, and threw straight into the rim. Both girls laughed triumphantly.

I saw my partner reach, and protested, "Hey, wait, I'm supposed to..." Jessica swallowed the beer before I could get to it, with some resistance. She burped a little and reached for the top of her hose. The sheer material rolled over her dark curves. She had to stand on one leg to strip each leg, and wobbled slightly as she did. When she finished, she gave me a challenging look. I unbuckled my belt, let it fall to the floor, and grabbed the ball.

To my amazement, the shot went in. Talia drank the beer, and we all looked at Rachel. Something major was about to come off. Beside me, my partner was swaying a little, and grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah! Take it off!"

Talia removed her shorts, exposing bright pink panties. Rachel hesitated a moment. "Fuck it. I'll lose the top."

With one arm on her small breasts she reached for the ball, which bounced off of one cup and landed in another. Rachel threw both arms into the air and grabbed Talia.

This time, I took the beer. The long-haired beauty stood with her hands on her slender hips. "Looks like I've got a choice to make."

Then she reached behind back and unhooked the bra. Her large breasts swung free. She had chocolate-colored areola, and the dark skin was perfectly round. When Jessica caught me staring, she gave me a sharp punch in the arm, but smiled. I had to remove my jeans, which revealed my tented boxers to all present. "Jeez, this is so embarrassing."

"Ah, it's OK. At least you're not small." Jessica gave me an interested look.

"Enjoying the show?" Talia taunted from across the table.

"Shut up!" I fired back playfully. "Whose turn is it?"

"Mine," said Rachel. She missed her shot, but Jessica made hers.

"Damn. Looks like that's it for me." Rachel didn't seem all that upset at her loss. "Can I have the beer?" She drained it in a gulp and pulled her panties down with a flourish. She held them aloft for a moment, before placing them ceremoniously on her shaved, brightly-colored head. She turned to Talia and gave her a kiss, which quickly turned into a make out session. Then Rachel grabbed the hem of Talia's blouse and yanked it over her head, exposing her full breasts and red nipples to the stale, warm room.

At this point, it became obvious that the game was unbalanced. Jessica and I were down to one article of clothing, and we had one cup left. But Talia and Rachel had three cups, and one of them was already naked. Talia proposed a solution:

"This next shot is for the game. If you can sink anyone of our three cups, you win. We'll tell you everything that Ian's ever done. But, if we can hit your one cup, you two drain our remaining beers, and you take him upstairs right now."

"Deal!" Jessica agreed. Each team picked its best thrower, grabbed a ping pong ball, and lined up a shot.