When Sarah agreed to attend the fraternity party that Saturday evening with a girlfriend, it never occurred to her that there was anything special going to happen.  Yes, it was a frat with a bad reputation, one that had been suspended more than once for violating university rules, but that absolutely didn’t prepare her.  It was advertised as a party to celebrate the birthday of the Greek God Bacchus.  Now, of course, no one knew what day Bacchus’ birthday was, or if Greek gods even had birthdays.  Just an excuse to be naughty.  So Sarah expected a lot of drinking, some licentious dancing, someone might even pinch her behind.  Okay, nothing she hadn’t dealt with before. 

No, no one could say this was her fault.  At most, maybe she made a poor choice to party at an “outlaw” fraternity.  But she’d been invited by a girlfriend, Betty, from her English Lit class.  Bottom line, Sarah was bored, in between boyfriends, and just happy to be invited to a party.

So she was surprised when a few minutes before midnight, after an evening of drinking, the crowd began to count down the minutes.  Sort of like what happens in Times Square on New Year’s Eve.

She didn’t understand the strange tension that gripped the crowd as they counted out loud … ten, nine, eight… At the stroke of midnight, she was stunned when everyone began stripping off clothes. 

“Happy Birthday, Bacchus,” many shouted.  The guys’ clothes were the first off.  Shirts flew overhead, the guys proud to show off muscular chests.  Trousers followed.  The men encouraged the women, often helping (without necessarily waiting to be asked) to pull girls’ tops up and zippers down.  But the ladies were full participants.  Bras came off, breasts of all sizes and shapes filling one’s eyes.  Even girls who were flat chested, and might be sensitive about their bodies, had shed their clothes.  How was Sarah the only one who seemed not to know?

“Come on, Sarah,” said Betty, now dressed only in bra and panties.  “What are you waiting for?  This is the greatest party of the year!”

Sarah looked around dumbstruck, as men pulled off their underwear, proudly displaying themselves.  Sarah, while not a prude, had never seen so many penises, so many scrotums, so much pubic hair, in one setting.  That exposure fueled the excitement in the room as laggards, pulled by peer pressure, joined in.  Some girls kept panties on, but they were at least topless.  Sarah soon was the only person in the room fully clothed.

Now, one naked person in a room of clothed individuals is an oddity.  But what happens when everyone is naked and you are clothed? 

“Sarah, what are you waiting for?” Betty asked again.  “You knew this was a nude party, right?”

“No, I did not!” she replied.  “You never said a word!”

“Sure I did.  I told you this would be the wildest party of the year, remember?” Betty said.

“Hey lady,” one of the fellows called out, “You’re disrespecting us if you keep your clothes on while we’re naked.”

“Yeah, it’s not right.  You’ve got no special body parts,” said another.  “Take it off.”

The crowd picked up the sentiment and chanted, “Take it off, take it off, take it off.”

Sarah backed up, only to run into hands.  One lifted her shirt up and over her head, pulling it off, leaving her exposed in a frilly lace bra.  It was not very thick and her nipples were prominently visible.  Another pair of hands pulled down her skirt.  She felt the bra clasp at her back being unhooked.  She held the bra in place.  She spun around, away from those clutching hands, now just in panties and (barely) a bra.

“Take it off, take it off,” the chanting went on.

A fraternity member named Richard, whom she recognized as being in her Chemistry class, came up to her.  He was a good looking guy and he had a kind face.  Sarah had always fancied him, but only in that safe way that one admires a pretty face in a crowd.  Now she had the chance to see the whole man, as he was nude.  The penis, not fully erect but not flaccid either, poked out invitingly.  Despite being half dazed at what was happening, she realized that she liked the look. 

“If you don’t want to join in, I’ll help  you,” he said.  “Just say the word.”

Sarah had a decision to make.  She had never done anything remotely as insane as stripping in public.  She’d been naked with guys before, sure, but one-on-one.  Never in a group setting.  But college is a time to do crazy things, right?  Would she regret it if she fled from dozens of her now naked classmates?  She had a pretty body; everyone said her full, shapely breasts, were her best feature.  A trim, tight ass completed the package.  She had nothing to be ashamed of.  Was her modesty more valuable than everyone else’s? 

“Thank you,” she said to Richard.  “that is very sweet of you.  But I’m in.”  With that, she lowered her hands and released the bra to fall to the floor. 

“You sure?” he asked?

“Yes.”

Richard took his hands and pulled down the panties.  Sarah stepped out of them, as the crowd cheered. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. 

“Yes,” Sarah replied.  

He grinned.  “Happy Birthday, Bachus!”

Richard placed his hands on her bare buttocks and pulled her in for a full throated kiss. 

He’s moving pretty fast, Sarah thought, as they had barely spoken -- much less dated --but hard to protest when you’ve just stripped in front of him.  Sarah wrapped her arms around the boy and let herself experience the excitement of their nude embrace.  Her hand moved to his front, and grasped the testicles firmly.  The penis grew and curved over his abdomen. 

The music, which before midnight had been normal rock music, now was quiet and intimate, designed for slow dancing. 

“Would you like to dance?” Richard asked.

“I’d like that very much,” she replied.

Richard pulled her to him, his hands still resting on her bare buttocks, applying pressure.  Her breasts dug into his chest.  She felt a hard object against her groin.  She knew what it was.

They danced like that, really more swaying, as their bodies were pressed together.  Their lips and tongues found each other.  Richard’s erection hardened and rose as the intimacy of their warm bodies fueled his passion.  He took his hand and lowered his penis so that it pressed directly against her vulva. 

Now, college is a time to do crazy things, right, but would she allow him to penetrate her on an open dance floor, before dozens of people?  She looked around.  Other couples were intertwined, hands massaging breasts, hands tugging on men’s appendages.  No one was looking at her and Richard.  She made a decision.  Crazy times, indeed. 

He was taller than she, so Sarah raised herself onto her tiptoes.  That helped to align their body parts.  His penis slipped into her moist entrance.  He continued pressing on the buttocks, holding her in place, forcing her body to remain locked to his.  They both moaned with the sensations. 

“You can’t come inside me,” she said.

“Yes, I know.  I’ll pull out before then,” he promised.

They continued “dancing,” allowing their most sensitive areas to be assaulted by waves of pleasure.

“I can’t last much longer,” he cried.

He pulled Sarah to the floor, him on top.  He pulled the penis from inside her and exploded on her stomach.  Semen coated her as Richard hung limp against her body.  This time, everyone around them did watch.  Sarah was aware of eyes fixed on them, but strangely didn’t care.  Everyone was naked.  They’d be following soon with their own orgasms.  “We’re just the first,” she rationalized.

 She hung with Richard the rest of the evening.  For sure they would see each other further.  Sarah fantasized that they could never tell their children (her mind was racing!) how they had met.  But they’d always have to celebrate Bacchus’ birthday – whenever that is.