The boat race
It was freshers trials at the hockey club and I was really looking forward to it. I'd played a fair bit of hockey at school and my local club and I'd heard good things about the university sports teams, especially the girls and the socials.
Being a small university, there were only 3 mens teams and 2 ladies teams, so the trials were fairly relaxed affair, maybe 40 men and 30 women. I wasn't expecting to make the 1st team, so I just tried to enjoy it and meet some people.
After about an hour of training drills and a knockabout game with men and ladies separate, the club captain, a third year called Joe, blew a whistle and called everyone over.
"Thanks everyone for attending today, I think we've seen enough hockey for today. Now as I'm sure you're aware, this club prides itself on being one of the only mixed sports clubs here, and we ARE the most sociable club, period. So we've devised a little game for the freshers to show us how well you'll fit in. So divide up into two lines, men and women."
This took me by surprise and I began to dread some kind of harsh initiation. I had read stories about sports club initiations, with people being made to drink horrendous concoctions of beer, food and god knows what else; get naked in public and drink themselves into oblivion for the entertainment of the older members. I had hoped the hockey club at a fairly prestigious uni would be better than that. After a bit of milling about, we were in two lines.
"Ok, so we are going to have a boat race. But as it's freshers week, we have a little twist. The boats will be 4 people in each, 2 men and 2 women. There will be 4 rounds of strip rock paper scissors against your opponents, and then 4 more rounds where you can win back some clothing. So with fair luck, you'll be in your underwear at halfway, and fully dressed again at the end."
It didn't escape me that with 8 people playing the chance of at least one person losing 3 rounds out of 4 was pretty high. I just hoped it wasn't me.
"Gentlemen, you should each wear 3 items of clothing, but we will permit you to cover with your hands unless you are unlucky enough to lose again at which points you must put your hands on your head. Ladies, you should be wearing 4 items of clothing - you are welcome to try and cover what you can if your luck isn't good.
Then the drinking, surely I don't need to explain that, down your pint, glass on your head before you move onto the next person.
The players on the losing team will each leave 2 items of clothing each here, and give us a lap of the pitch. So with fair luck, the losers will be doing a lap in their underwear. All clear?"
I breathed a sigh of relief, this didn't seem as bad as I had expected, and actually sounded quite fun. It also had a major plus that there was decent chance of seeing some of the female freshers less than dressed.
"To make it more interesting, clothing lost will be left in position and you will swap places each turn, but you can only put on clothing from your current position. So you might have an interesting outfit by the end."
There were 10 women and 12 men, so I wasn't sure how this was going to work, but a couple of the older women were encouraged to make up the numbers.
"Each game is a single throw, and late throws or cheating will be dealt with harshly, with additional forfeits."
We were arranged into teams of 2 men and 2 women - I was in the first game. Also on my team was Matt, a muscly forward, about 6ft tall, who just made me look even more skinny; Lucy, a short, curly haired, girl next door type, with I would guess b cup boobs, though hard to tell as presumably she had a sports bra on; and finally Poppy, a beautiful slim, tall blonde with amazing legs and long hair tied back in a ponytail. She was one of the 2nd year ladies who'd been volunteered into playing to make up the numbers, and I immediately had a crush on her.
I looked over to the opposition. There was
Harry, a small Asian guy, and George, a posh public school type with floppy hair. The girls were both looking nervous: there was Lisa, a slightly chubby, but not unattractive brunette with fairly large boobs to match her figure, and Emma, who was tiny: probably around 5ft tall, almost no boobs to speak of, and mousy brown shoulder length hair.
We lined up with the two men first, and then the two women.
Round 1
Me Vs Harry. I won, and Harry took off his shirt.
Matt vs George. George won, and Matt also lost his shirt.
Lucy Vs Lisa: Lisa won, and Lucy decided to take off her skirt, which I thought was weird, until I realised her underwear was basically lycra undershorts, which resulted in a few boos from those watching.
Poppy Vs Emma: Poppy won, and I mentally cursed, as I would have loved to see her naked. Emma hesitated for a while, and then removed her shirt, revealing a white sports bra that was a fraction see through, and revealed just a hint of brown areola. Her nipples were also visible hard and poking out of her shirt.
"Alright, team 1 take a step to the right, player 4 come to this end," Joe instructed.
Round 2
Poppy Vs Harry. Poppy lost and took of her shirt to reveal a black sports bra, which contrasted heavily against her milky white skin, but gave nothing away.
Me Vs George. George lost, and removed his shorts, revealing some checked boxers of about the same size.
Matt Vs Lisa Matt lost and was now down to his underwear, some tight fitting Calvin Klein's, leading to a few whistles and oohs from the female spectators.
Lucy Vs Emma. Lucy lost, and took off her shirt. She was wearing a navy t-shirt bra with a contrasting white lacy trim. Cute, and unexpected, and revealed quite a bit of cleavage - clearly enhancing what she had was the intention.
Round 3
Lucy Vs Harry. Lucy looked nervous. She had lost twice in a row and would be showing some real skin if this went against her. Harry lost though, and took of his tracksuit bottoms to reveal some old fashioned, and clearly well washed, y-fronts.
Poppy Vs George. Poppy lost, and although she was on my team, I was delighted. She took off her skirt to reveal a pretty skimpy pair of simple white underpants.
Me Vs Lisa. I looked Lisa in the eye and tried to read her. We were both still fully dressed, but that was about to change. Balled my hand into made a fist a couple of times and then threw scissors. She fell for it, and threw paper. She took off her shirt and revealed a lacy black bra. Her ample cleavage was spilling out of the top.
Matt Vs Emma. Matt won, and Emma immediately turned beet red. Her nipples were rock hard, and I began to wonder why she was so hesitant. Eventually though she slowly unzipped her skirt and shimmied our of it. It was then clear why she had hesitated, as she has only the tiniest g-string on underneath. It covered the essentials at the front, but the back was just a 1cm wide strip of material, and both of her pert cheeks were now on show.
"Ooh poor choice for today," Poppy chirped.
Round 4