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THE BACK STORY
In 2001, I was playing strip trivia with Barb and Spidey and a few other people. It was men versus women. Barb and I were down to our panties. Spidey was down to his Jockeys. Everyone else was naked.
There was a two-point carryover, because nobody had answered the last two questions. That often happens near the end, when the game is on the line, because if you are the first to answer, and you are wrong, you lose a garment. If you are naked, you accumulate a penalty for each wrong answer, to be assigned as soon as your sex is naked. Sometimes the penalties are less than pleasant.
The question hit my screen. I knew the answer, so I answered it before anyone else could. I was wrong! Nobody else could be penalized for being wrong, only the first answer, if wrong, so there were several answers on my monitor within seconds. Spidey got it right. Since it was a two-point carryover, Spidey got three points. With two of his points, he stripped Barb and I naked. Now all the females were naked, so penalties could be assessed. Some of us had already accumulated penalties, which the males assigned. Spidey had one more penalty to assess; I don't recall who got it.
I had just earned a penalty of my own, for being first and wrong on the final question. Spidey assigned it to me, because I earned it during a point he won. He assigned me to write a stripping story, send it to him, and post it here. This penalty is a little late.
I asked Spidey what I should write about. He said to do a story about women trading their clothing for drinks at a party. This presented a problem, because I had to find women who had done such a thing, or people who had attended such a party. It took a very long time, before I heard a rumor about that particular activity. I found a guy who was at the party, and he put me in contact with Kath. As I talked with her, I realized she had a lot more to share than a simple stripping story at a party. In fact, the party doesn't appear for several pages.
Through Kath, I met Jen, Carole, Beth, Mary and Liz. Their stories are presented here, as the six women and their friends told them to me.
OFF TO COLLEGE
Four weeks ago Sunday, Jen and I left Sacramento. We each had two sheets, a towel, a duffel bag full of clothing, our life savings, just over three thousand dollars each, our admission letters, checks from mom and dad for the first semester's tuition, my year old Celeron notebook, and high hopes for our freshman year.
We also had letters from the University Housing Office, telling us we were ninth and eleventh on the waiting list for dorm space.
My name is Kath.
Jen and I had been friends since kindergarten. We lived next door to each other since mom and dad and I moved to Sacramento, when I was five. We had been 'sisters' since the eleventh grade.
I don't remember the first time I saw her parents and mine naked together. It was probably in the third or fourth grade. I had trouble sleeping that night; I had to get up to pee. I heard noises downstairs.
I peeked over the railing and saw Jen's dad naked. I remember seeing his thing, and a big patch of hair around it. I'd seen boy's things a few times, but none of them had hair around them. My mom was only was wearing panties, Jen's mom was in her bra and panties, and my dad was wearing his slacks.
They were doing something with coins. They each had a glass with brown liquid in it. There was an empty glass in the middle of the table. I saw Jen's mom bounce the coin on the table. When the coin fell to the table, she drank her brown liquid, and she took her bra off. Jen's dad poured more liquid from a square bottle into her glass.
Jen's dad and my mom bounced the coin into the glass. My dad missed. He took off his slacks, and drank his brown liquid. I wondered what they were doing, but I was so tired I went back to bed.
Some mornings, I'd wake up and find Jen's dad and my mom sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. Other mornings, it'd be my dad and her mom. I found out from Jen that usually one of my parents stayed overnight with one of her parents at her house on the same night. When Jen and I were 16, her dad and my mom went away together. They never came back.
Jen and her mom moved in with us, and we became sisters. By then, we'd figured out what swingers were. Like a lot of kids, we made the opposite choice from our parents. All through high school, we kept our clothes on, we didn't smoke, drink or do drugs, we both graduated with high honors, and with our virginity intact. That summer, we got jobs in the discount mall. We made new friends. They introduced us to a new and exciting life. We discovered beer, and wine, and parties. We discovered boys, and strip poker, and skinny-dipping. Neither of us made it to the Fourth of July as virgins.
The university housing office predicted there would be to be about sixty or seventy dorm beds unclaimed, but instead of being ninth and eleventh on the waiting list, we were one hundred ninth and one hundred eleventh. Everybody between number 100 and 199 was as angry as we were. There was no hope of dorm space now, but we would probably get to the top of the list by final exam time. If we were lucky, there might be space in the dorm by midterms.
We managed to find two beds in a mini-dorm. It was a converted four-bedroom house. It had sixteen bunk beds, two in each bedroom, two in the former family room, and six in the garage. Jen and I shared a bunk bed in the garage, with nine boys and five other girls. Each of the four bathrooms had two toilets, side by side, without any stalls. Each of the showers had two showerheads. There was absolutely no privacy.
The rent was $275 a month per person in the garage. In the house, the rent was $350 in the small bedrooms, which had no room for any furniture except for the beds. The larger bedrooms had two six-foot folding cafeteria tables, four folding card table chairs, and rented for $375 a bunk.
There were two washing machines and two dryers in the garage. They were coin-operated. There was one table for folding clothes. They were in full view of the beds. The dryers dinged when the clothes were dry.
The living room had rows of folding cafeteria tables, and enough folding chairs so most of us could sit and eat, or study and write. Food was not included in the rent.
The bedrooms and bathrooms had doors, but no locks. There was closet space for everyone to hang about eight garments. There was space under the bottom bunks for each person to keep two cardboard boxes of clothes or other belongings. Those of us with cars kept most of our belongings in the car. Changing clothes, undressing for showers, and drying off was done in the open, because there was no place to hide. Aside from Jen and me, there were ten other girls, and twenty boys. We saw a great deal of those twenty new breasts and twenty new penises. It was not an erotic thing, or a sex thing, just an every day thing. Seeing and being seen just became a part of our lives, to which we tried to attach no importance. We did not succeed.
We showed up for our classes, and we managed to crash others. We found jobs at In 'N' Out Burgers. We settled in, went to class, worked and studied. We did not have a heavy-duty social life, but we met people in the library, the commons, and the student union. We went to the occasional movie, or a football game. We went bowling a few times, and we played a little pool. We jogged a few times a week. There were no romances, we didn't go to any fraternity parties, we didn't participate in rush, and we had no sex life. We got good grades on our written work and midterms.
We didn't much like where we lived, but other than that, we settled in fine. A few weeks before finals, Carole, one of the girls in the mini-dorm, moved into a furnished apartment with three other girls, when their fourth roommate gave up and went home. Carole found Jen during finals, telling her two of the roommates were leaving right after finals, and asking if she'd like to take over renting a bed. Jen said she thought she and I might like to rent them both. That night, we met with Carole and her roommate Beth. That weekend, we became their roommates. Jen and I shared a room with twin beds. We shared a closet, which had enough room to hang most of our clothing, and we shared a dresser with enough room to put what we couldn't hang up. The same owner had a newer 24-unit apartment next door. It had a nice pool, and a rec. room. We were allowed to use those facilities.
The rent cost us $550 a month each. Our share of the phone and utilities was $50 each. That was more than double what we were paying in the mini-dorm. It was worth it, but we were going to have to dip into our savings some, and if we weren't careful, we could burn through them.
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