“Naked parties, no shit,” I exclaimed. “Wait a minute, Phil are you shitting me?”
“No, DK, he said. Swear to God. That is what they said. I may be shitfaced but I am not so drunk I can’t understand the words, naked party.
A naked party, we’re invited to a naked party, DK! The last time PBP Sorority had one it was a farm animal naked party. You had to come as your favorite naked farm animal. I heard a couple of the Sorority sisters came as sheep just to get screwed in the ass. Four of them were line up in a row getting butt fucked in front of everyone. The theme this time is Beach Blanket Naked Bingo. You come as someone from that movie.” Phil passed out after that but kept mumbling about getting naked with the Pi Beta Phi girls.
The party was two weeks away on Saturday. I decided to go as Steve Gordon the guy who dated Debra Walley. I figured anyone who wanted to screw Gidget’s brains couldn’t half bad. For our costume, Phil and I decided to cut all the material out of a bathing suit except the seams. It was January so it was cold. Phil and I wore boots, long wool jacket and our costumes and hoped for the best.
We arrived at the Pi Beta Phi Sorority house around 9:30 pm and rang the front door. The intercom crackled. The girls on the other end asked; “whom we were here to meet?” Phil responded, “Deb”. The front door opened and we were told us to put our coats on the living room couch and go downstairs. With our coats off we were left with our very creative costumes.
Downstairs, the basement of the house was decorated with beach related stuff. There was a blow up kiddy pool filled with water in one corner, the floor was spread with sand and there was a large picture of the sun with a hot lamp in the middle of it. Beach ball, beach chairs, coolers and anything else you might think of. There even was a sand castle built in the middle of the room.
About five other guys arrived before us dressed in bathing suits or Speedos but no one else was naked. The girls were in various 1950 style bathing suits and their hair was made up just like Annette Funachello. As the only ones naked, we got a few smiles but for the most part everyone acted naturally although the girls in the basement warmly greeted us and made sure to comment on our costume.
We went over to get some beers from the bar. “What the hell is going on, Phil? I thought this was a naked party,” I asked?
“It is…. Well it was suppose to be…. that’s what Deb said,” Phil pleaded. “You sure you weren’t just told it a naked party for a laugh,” I asked angrily?
“By the way, is Deb here? Can you find out what is going on,” I asked?
“No, I don’t see her. Wait a minute there she is.” Phil pointed toward a brunette coming down the stairs with five or six other girls in 1950’s suits. They quickly mingled with the others party guests. Phil and I went over to Deb.
“Hi, Deb, Phil said.” “Hey, Phil glad you could make it. She kissed him on the cheek. Who’s this guy,” she asked?
“This is DK,” Phil said.
“DK, yeah you have a nice dick,” Deb said with a smirk looking at my penis.
“What gives, Deb I thought you said this would be a naked party? Clearly, we came dressed or undressed for the occasion,” said Phil.
“Don’t worry Phil, I’m not fucking with you. Things take time to warmed up a little. The sisters haven’t had time to have a few beers yet and besides, Suzie hasn’t come down to the party.” Deb said. “What’s so special about Suzie,” I asked. “She is the Sorority President and always kicks off the party, Deb said. “It was her idea to have these parties.”
We had another beer and by 10:15 the party was livelier. The music played and everyone was having a good time dancing and talking. It looked like the whole Sorority was in the basement with just ten or twelve guys. Fortunately, some of the later guys had the same idea as us and came with minimal clothes.