“The poor dumbasses,” I mumbled.
“What did you say?” Harper asked.
“Sorry, I was looking at the guys. They reminded me of my mom and dad when she made him wear a matching sweater.”
“I know it’s cliché, but does it surprise you a bunch of jocks would do something like that?”
“Hey, I resemble that remark.”
“Just saying,” she said as she squeezed my hand.
Cora came over.
“Are they all here?” she asked me.
“Yeah, this is all of them,” I said.
She went back to the girls she was talking to and let them know. One of the older girls got everyone’s attention.
“I would like to welcome the men from Lincoln. I hear they won a tournament today,” she began.
The sorority sisters started chanting, “Fresh Meat! Fresh Meat!”
“Settle down, ladies. At the request of the Fresh Meat, there will be no alcohol served tonight. Normally we would let you have a few drinks and then have our way with you. Since we don’t have alcohol to lower your inhibitions, we’ll have to resort to other methods. The first is a ‘get to know you.’ We’ll do a version of speed dating. Men, please get into a circle and face the outside for me,” our master of ceremonies directed us.
When the guys were in a circle, she then directed the pledges to make a circle facing in.
“Now, I have a stack of cards. I’ll read what the card says and then you follow the directions. The first card says: ‘Kiss the person in front of you.’”
This was going to be fun as we watched the wide range of reactions, which was fascinating. Some of the guys blushed and looked like they wanted to bolt. Others got into it. Cora didn’t appear to have a partner. She motioned for me to join the circle. Harper saw her gesture.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this. Go join your teammates.”
“I’m good,” I assured her.
“No. I want you to go have fun. Remember our rule: I have to be involved.”
I don’t think she expected me to pull her along with me. Cora gave us a funny look.
“Do you expect me to kiss both of you?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said.
Before Harper could make a run for it, Cora leaned over and kissed her. When she was done, Harper was gasping for breath. I grabbed the back of Cora’s neck and kissed her. I then kissed Harper. I thought it wouldn’t be fair unless we all kissed each other.
“Time! Ladies, walk around the circle and guess who has the largest package. When you pick your winner, stand behind him.”
I looked at Harper and she rolled her eyes. I had to agree, this was crass. I always figured it only mattered if you had enough to get the job done. I’d never received any complaints, so I never bothered to measure myself. From what I’d heard, I was well above average, but I assumed that had to do with my being six-four.
I chuckled when the girls decided one of the college boys had the biggest package. He looked like a bodybuilder. I doubted their selection for two reasons. He was maybe five-ten and he had small hands. I was willing to bet he was average in size. He seemed to puff up with pride.
“Girls, get back into your places and move one person to your right,” she ordered, and she waited until everyone was in place. “The card says: ‘Guys, using only your teeth, remove your partner’s thong.’”
It looked like we weren’t at a high school party after all. If this was what happened in college, I couldn’t wait to get there.
“Get busy,” I ordered Harper.
I was shocked when she turned the girl around and stuck her head under her jersey. I couldn’t resist. I got behind Harper and stuck my head under her skirt. I tell you, getting a thong off with just your teeth is work. I was able to get Harper’s off first. I was bad, though, because I did use my tongue to separate her sex from her undergarments. Harper was at a disadvantage because I distracted her. When her thong was on the ground, I walked around and knelt before our pledge. Working as a team, we were able to get the offending garment off. Again, I took a few liberties.
We were done first, so we got a chance to watch everyone work to get the girls’ panties off.
“Time! If you still have on a thong, please take it off.”
At this point several of the girls were flushed. I guess the guys hadn’t been working very hard to get their panties off. You could smell the arousal in the room. This had started to be a lot of fun.
“Okay, move one to the right. The next card reads: ‘Strip your guy from the waist down.’”
Harper and our new pledge worked to get my shoes and socks off. I thought they took a few liberties getting my slacks and boxers off. I was not happy I was completely exposed. My jacket and silk shirt both only covered to a little below my waist. Mr. Happy and my butt were exposed. My guys had on baseball jerseys that covered their butts. I smirked when their shirts split open to expose their aroused members. I made a quick glance at the bodybuilder and was assured when I saw my estimation was right, but he had nothing to be embarrassed about.
The college boys must have been clued in because they had on extra-long t-shirts or jerseys that covered most everything. I caught Harper checking out every guy she could see. I gave her a hip-check and she looked me in the eye and shrugged.
“Very nice! Ladies, move one to the right. ‘Kiss your partner.’”
I pushed Harper in front of me. The pledge gave her a thorough tongue-lashing. I wrapped my arms around both of them, pressing my rapidly rising member into Harper’s butt. I leaned over her shoulder and began kissing and nibbling the pledge’s neck and earlobe as I ground myself on Harper, which caused a chain reaction. The girls rubbed up against each other as they kissed. I admit my hands ended up cupped on the pledge’s little butt.
“Time! I’ll give our threesome points for style,” our master of ceremonies announced. “Girls, move one to the right. The card reads: ‘Pick out sexy underwear for the person across from you.’”
Harper and our pledge went to a box one of the sisters brought out. The two of them seemed to be conspiring over what they were going to make me wear. What they brought back was a blue cotton Speedo. I wasn’t sure if I liked them or not, but Harper had a big smile on her face. I looked around and almost choked when Tim appeared in a diaper. If his pledge hadn’t rewarded him with a searing kiss for being a good sport, I think he would have left. The girls had most of the guys in tighty-whities, similar to what I was wearing. The Callahan twins had been put into matching boxers.
“Girls, rotate to the next guy. ‘Remove your guy’s clothing above the waist,’” was our next order.
My new pledge got into slowly taking my jacket and shirt off. Harper collected my clothes and put them on a chair next to the wall. She swatted the pledge’s butt when her hands wandered a little south. I was actually grateful to Harper because it wouldn’t take much for me to embarrass myself. I already had the beginnings of a serious bulge.
“From the looks of the guys, I think they’re ready. Now it’s time for some fun. There are privileges that come from pledge ranking. I want the girls to line up in order and I want the guys to line up. Ladies, your job is to take a guy up to your designated room, have him fill a condom and then bring him back. The rule is neither one of you may touch the other with your hands. Now the first pledge will select her Fresh Meat.”
“Should we bow out?” I asked Harper.
“No, I’m actually having fun. Let’s play it by ear and see how this goes.”
The guys found it funny I wasn’t picked until ninth. I didn’t complain because the girl seemed to have eyes for Harper. I chuckled when the pledge grabbed Harper’s hand and led her to the second floor. I followed along to see what kind of trouble Harper was in. As we walked past a number of rooms, we saw Tim and Bill getting blowjobs. The doors to the rooms were left open, and there were several sisters roaming the halls to make sure everyone followed the rules and was being safe.