Tara

“Well I think it’s time to see if the carpet matches the drapes… Tara.” Daniel announced to the shock of the group.

A stunned silence fell over the group. Finley and Tara shared a quick look. Like Finley Tara had been mentally preparing herself for spending the evening naked if she got chosen… she just hadn’t in her wildest dreams expected to be picked first.

She blushed as she stepped forward and up onto a small platform in the middle of the backyard. She had medium length straight red hair and was immediately embarrassed by the carpet and drapes comment without even removing her toga. The fact that she was a bottle red head had been a thought that had popped up in her mind several times in the past few weeks… so much so that she had taken every precaution to keep that secret to herself.

Tara’s heart was racing as Ford was given the honor of stripping her. He was also the only other person in the backyard taller than her. The large man circled her slowly smiling. Trying to sense any embarrassment she was feeling. The teasing of the loser had become one of the more looked forward to traditions.

Ford leaned in and whispered in her ear. As he did he started to unclip the safety pins holding her toga in place. “How’s it feel knowing you get to be the first? It’s gonna be a long night for you.”

Tara couldn’t respond. Technically talking back while you were being stripped was frowned upon. She could say something if Ford said or did something out of line. Anyone could throughout the night. But as long as it was just teasing she had to stand there and take it.

“You ready?” He said as he undid the last pin. The tightly woven sheet was now just held in place by his hand. Tara bit her lower lip. She was filled with equal parts dread and excitement for what came next.

She felt Ford let go of the sheet and gravity start to do the rest. Quickly the sheet slid down her tall thin frame and pooled at her ankles.

So much of this event was steeped in made up tradition. And one of said traditions was that the participants wore togas… and nothing else. So as the sheet fell away Tara was reveled in all of her glory.

She was rail thin and slender. Despite being the tallest girl she easily had the smallest tits. She liked to pretend that she was a B-Cup… but in reality the A’s fit better. They were small but perfectly perky. Her stomach was thin and toned. She’d been an athlete in high school, but had mostly only played due to her height, she hadn’t been particularly good. But it had kept her in shape.

While she had always been embarrassed by the size of her tits she had always been proud of her ass. All of the sports had lead to a very toned and athletic backside that she felt was easily her best feature. Sure it wasn’t huge, but it fit her frame well. On the opposite side was her completely bare snatch. She had shaved specifically to hide the fact that she wasn’t naturally a red head.

The assembled crowd of participants refs and Spectators cheered. The guys to celebrate the skin they were seeing… the girls to support their teammate and hopefully lessen her embarrassment.

As Tara stepped off the platform her toga was grabbed by one of the refs ensuring her nudity until the games were finished. The other ref blew their whistle and announced “Game 2! Beer Pong!”