and the aftermath, as told by the guy who was there
Nobody is quite sure when it started. The tradition goes back way before any of us were students at Southwestern State, but for years, my fraternity, Delta Iota Kappa (the DIKs) and our sister sorority, Delta Rho (who we called the DPs--yeah, I know) have had a special agreement.
It's baked in. Both houses are sworn to abide by the terms of this agreement. If one or the other were to forfeit without mutual consent, then we would no longer be linked, and for all the social events of Greek life on campus, that would be pretty much catastrophic. There are an even number of fraternities and sororities and they're all paired up. If we weren't linked with the DPs, that means we would need to get one of the other houses to break with their partner, which means we would also be creating an everlasting enemy. Basically, it's pretty much unthinkable. Years ago we swore to this agreement, and we have to keep it. They do too.
What, exactly, did we agree to? On the first Friday in May, all of the members have to go completely naked, when inside the house, from 8:00 a.m. until 10:00 p.m. They don't have to be naked, obviously, when they leave the house to go to class. That would violate campus rules and probably a few laws too. But no clothes are allowed inside, except in the front entryway where you get dressed before you leave, and undressed when you return.
Here's the kicker: To ensure compliance with the agreement, each house is entitled to send one member to the other house as monitor. That's right. One lucky guy gets to see all the girls naked. Also, one girl is entitled to make sure we hold up our end. But, since all the girls (or guys) will be naked, it's only fair that the person serving as monitor has to be naked too.
To most of us guys, that seems like a pretty fair trade. Sure, there's some embarrassment, but we never have any shortage of guys who volunteer for monitor duty. The volunteers put their names in a hat, and one lucky name gets drawn. For the girls, although it's perfectly equal in theory, it's been a little different in practice.
Maybe the girls were braver back in the day when this tradition started, or maybe experience has just changed things a little, but some years, not even one girl is willing to be our monitor. I suppose being the only naked girl in a house full of 40 or so naked guys can be pretty intimidating. And the thing is, if there's no monitor, then the members are free to wear clothes inside, or not, as they wish. But the agreement is still in force. So most years, at least in recent memory, the girls have had to observe Naked Day, and the guys have gotten off the hook (with the exception of our monitor, of course).
Supposedly as recent as five years ago (that was before my time), we did get one of the DPs to come over and monitor us. And I guess the experience was pretty rough for her. None of the guys physically assaulted her or anything like that. There's no touching allowed between the monitor and the members. But, guys being guys, and especially in groups, some things were said. Some of the behavior was a little outrageous. They didn't break the rules, but, as I think you can imagine, the experience was probably pretty intimidating. Most guys were polite, but others were pretty crude. It takes a special kind of girl who can deal with all that, especially alone all by herself.
Girls can be crude too, and especially in the last couple of years when they haven't had anyone volunteer to be the monitor over at our house, they haven't really held back when it comes to dishing it out for our guy monitoring them. But even so, we still have plenty of volunteers, including me. You may have guessed where this was going. That's right. This year, my name was drawn out of the hat.
I can't say I was without fear at the prospect of girls ogling my naked body all day and making catty remarks and crude jokes at my expense. But I can dish it out pretty good too. I'm no bodybuilder, but I keep pretty fit. My dick isn't the biggest, but I'm bigger than average, almost 8 inches at full mast, so they can make fun of me, and say it's small and all that, but we'd both know that isn't the truth. They can call me fat, or say I'm too skinny, or whatever, but both of those are also obviously not true. Plus, I was in between girlfriends at the time, so that was not an obstacle either.
Honestly, of the guys from our house that didn't volunteer to be monitor, I wouldn't be surprised if most of them were only average or smaller in the dick size department. I can see how that might be hard to take, and maybe not worth it. But for me? Get to spend a whole day looking at naked women? Sign me up, brother! Yes it meant I'd have to cut classes that day. Oh well. I could make that sacrifice.
Friday turned out to be an absolutely beautiful spring day, weather-wise. I probably would have cut class anyways. There's nothing like a warm spring day on campus. The girls all wear spring dresses, or shorts with tank tops, or even halter tops. Damn! I can just sit out on the grass in the quad and watch 'em go by. That's enough entertainment for me. But this Friday was going to take it to a whole new level.
I got to the DP house at 10 minutes before 8:00. Janelle, the sorority president, met me at the door. "C'mon in, Alex." She knew me, although not well. Like I said, they were our sister sorority. We socialized with these girls all the time. I'm a sophomore. Janelle is a senior. She's a tall girl, about 5'10" and stacked. She was still dressed, but in shorts that showed off her long, nicely toned legs, and a scoop neck top that showed a little cleavage. I couldn't help but think I'd be seeing more very soon. "We've got you all set up." She gestured towards where I was to be "stationed."
The set up was a stool, not even a chair, off to the side of the big stairway that came down to the entryway of their house. It was a nice, central location. I could see everyone entering or leaving. I could see them as they came down the stairs to my right, at least the bottom few, and I was positioned at roughly the corner of the large front room to my left where they held meetings and dances. Janelle reminded me where the bathroom was under the stairs. I brought a water bottle and a couple granola bars. They were under no obligation to feed me, although I expected they probably would.
They had stanchions set up with a thick rope around my stool, and there was a paper sign stuck on a placard. It said, simply, "DIK Monitor." It looked like I was going to be a museum exhibit or something.
"Can I take your clothes?" Janelle asked.
"No thanks," I replied. "I'll just fold them up and set 'em right here." Easy as you please, I started to strip. No sense in wasting time. Might as well just get down to it.
Janelle watched with an amused expression on her face. "I think you've still got a few minutes."
"That's OK. I was born naked." I dropped my boxer briefs and, in all my glory, took a seat on the stool.
"I hope you enjoy your day at Delta Rho." She looked me up and down as she said it, and with that, she disappeared around the corner.
I could hear girls walking around upstairs, and voices from the kitchen and the other rooms behind me. There was a big grandfather clock along the wall and I heard it start to chime, eight times I counted. The show was about to begin.
Because a few girls with early classes had already left, there were a handful of empty grocery sacks set against the wall near the front door. Girls would need to take off their clothes in the front entryway when they returned, and I was guessing the sacks were there to hold their clothes. Girls would have to get dressed here too, in front of me, before they could leave the house.
