Last September, the top fraternity at my college held its annual Capture The Flag game, where it invited all of us sorority girls to compete in teams with the guys. The winning sorority got to drink free at the fraternity's formal party that spring, so it was a very high stakes game.
My sorority chose me and my best friend Christy to be our sorority's representatives this year, mostly because we were dating two guys from the fraternity. "April and Christy are the best chance we have to win that formal party," the president had said at chapter, "so everyone give them your support!"
On the morning of the CTF game, the whole sorority set out for the park for the pre-game picnic. Most of the girls wore nice fall dresses, but Christy and I had decided to wear sexier, tight shorts and tanktops to get in the favor of the guys. Because it was still very hot, we also wore bikinis underneath, just in case we wanted to get some sun or if we thought it might help our chances to show off some skin.
After the fraternity president explained the rules of the game, all the sororities took turns taking pictures with the fraternity guys. When the fraternity guys came up to our sisters to take the picture, my boyfriend Brian and Christy's boyfriend Keith saddled up to us.
To be honest, I was planning to break up with Brian. I didn't really like him, he was nice but boring. The guy I really liked was Tim, who was nearby Brian and me for the picture. He was so incredibly hot and looked like he was at gym all the time. I think he liked me a little bit, too, since I always caught him checking me out whenever I was hanging out at the frat house.
The photographer took a few photos of all of us smiling, and then one of the boys shouted, "Hey, April and Christy, the game this year is shirts and skins!" Everyone laughed, even though I'm sure they had said that to every sorority that morning. But Christy and I were prepared for it.
"Okay!" we shouted, and started pulling off our tanktops. The boys all sucked in their breath, thinking we were actually going to get topless. But we weren't just going to show our boobs to the whole park, and once our bikini tops popped into view we could hear a little disappointed groan from some of the guys. Still, once they realized that we were still two girls in just bikini tops, several of the guys cheered.
Suddenly Keith got really mad. "Come on, Christy, cover up! Jesus!" he said angrily to her. Christy was shocked by how pissed he was. I was about to defend her when suddenly Brian turned to ME and said, "Yeah, you too, April!"
I guess he wanted to feel like a big man in front of Keith, too. Some of the guys told them to calm down, as Christy and I angrily put our tanktops back on. For the rest of the pre-game party, Christy and I fumed at our boyfriends.
When the photos were done, the fraternity president announced that the game was going to begin in twenty minutes and that the team should get in their places and go over strategy. Christy and I got a final pep talk from the sorority president ("Get that flag!") and we headed off to join our team across the park.
We were walking into a woodsy part of the park when we heard someone shout , "hey, girls, wait up!" Christy and I looked back. The photographer was running up to us, holding a huge sign.
"Hey, girls, listen, I didn't want to ask this when your boyfriends were right there, but, you see, the fraternity wants to make a big deal out of this event to recruit pledges next year. So, the guys were all wondering, would you girls mind doing some more poses for us with this sign?"
He handed us the sign, which had the frat's letters and "Capture The Flag."
"Sure, I guess," Christy said. The two of us held up the sign and smiled for the camera.
"Well, that looks great, but it's a fraternity thing, so skin is always great, and since you girls were already wearing bikinis, would you maybe mind...?"
I looked over at Christy. She was obviously still upset at how our boyfriends had yelled at us, so I thought maybe this would be a good way to reassert herself. I guess she was thinking the same thing about me, because we both said, "Sure."
The photographer grinned and said, "Great!" We pulled off our tanktops and shorts. Now in our bikinis, we held the sign between us and smiled at the camera.
"This is fantastic!" the photographer said, and started taking pictures. "You girls look great, so gorgeous!" Christy and I blushed a little, it's always great to hear that.
The photographer took several more shots of us doing different poses with the sign. "Thank you guys so much!" he said. Christy handed him the sign back, but he cut her off.
"Hey, you can say no if you want, but would you mind a little more daring pose?"
I wrinkled up my nose, as did Christy. "It wouldn't be anything naked!" he said, seeing our faces. "But maybe just the idea of you being naked?"
"How so?" I said.
"Well, for example," he said. "Maybe a photo of you girls holding the sign in front of you, with your bikini tops draped over the sign?"
"So we WILL be naked," Christy said.
"Well, it would be behind the sign," the photographer said. "I wouldn't take any topless photos, and I wouldn't even see you naked. I can turn around."
Christy and I hesitated for a second, but I decided that if it was just going to be implied nudity, there wouldn't be a reason not to.
"Okay," I said. "But turn around first!"
He turned around. Christy turned to me and whispered, "Are you sure? We'd be topless in the middle of a park!"
"I know, but we're deep in the woods," I whispered. "And he won't see anything."
Christy shrugged and started untying her bikini top. As I untied mine I stole a quick glance at her boobs. Hers were a little smaller than mine, but looked perky and great. Her nipples were small and almost the same color as her boobs, while mine were a little bigger and more pink and puffy.
We held up the sign and draped our bikini tops over it. "Okay, you can turn around now!" I said.
The photographer turned around and grinned. "Oh, mine, you gals look incredible! This is even better than I thought it would be!"
He started snapping photos as Christy and I smiled, holding up the sign.
"Can you lower it a bit more? So your bare shoulders show," he said. We lowered it down a little lower, so that our cleavage was almost visible. Anyone looking at the photo would know we were definitely topless.
"Great!" he said. "Could we also try not smiling, but looking a little surprised?"
Christy and I made a look like we were shocked that we ended up topless behind a sign that said "Capture The Flag." He took a few more photos and then said, "Not to push my luck, but could I get maybe the bottoms draped over the sign, too?"
Now it was my turn to be reluctant. "I don't think so."
