Strip Beer Pong

“Strip Beer Pong!” Drass cheered.

“Well I’m in.” You weren’t surprised that Nick was quick to agree. While you both paled in comparison to his stunning girlfriend neither you or Drass were unattractive. Your friend with her dark ebony skin and long dreads had a striking profile. Her large tits and ass was the epitome of curvy. And again while your self consciousness got the better of you around Amelia you conceded that you were at least a bit attractive though your ass was definitely flatter and B Cup tits smaller.

“I’m in but I wanna hear the rules first.” Amelia says with some trepidation. You can understand her pause. Even though it’s well past 3am you’re standing on a well lit back porch that can easily be seen from both your neighbor’s back yards and in a well populated neighborhood full of other students. It would be enough to make any rational person (even a drunk one) think twice about stripping.

“Simple.” Drass started to explain. “You make a cup the other team strips.”

“Is it one person at a time or both?” Amelia asked.

“Ummm both!” Drass responded with a smile.

“Well idk about you, but including my sandals I’m only wearing four things and there are six cups...”

“First off shoes and socks don’t count that’s always a cop out. Second once your naked...” Drass paused as she thought of something.

“You do a dare from the person who made the cup!” Mel suggested with a grin. She liked Amelia. She really did. She would even say that they were good friends. But in that moment all she could think about were dares she could come up with that would embarrass her.

“And what about me? I have 4 things on.” Nick said and looking at Drass added “Not counting shoes that is.”

“Perfect Mel you have 4 and Nick as four. I have 3 and Amelia has three so the teams are even. We can alternate who does the dare with the last one being a two person dare.”

“That doesn’t feel very even for you or I.” Amelia said with a laugh.

Drass just shrugged. “If you make your cups fast enough then it won’t matter much will it?”

Amelia considered for a moment. “Fuck it let’s do it. Who’s shot is it?”