Tradition by Darkminion

I went to a very private and very old school after high school. It had all the normal amenities for a private school dormitories, a cafeteria, lecture halls and all that. It was a very small school my freshman class consisted of only sixty students twenty three guys and thirty seven girls. We arrived two weeks before the rest of the students and most of the faculty for freshman orientation. In fact the only people we have interacted with over the last week are the cafeteria ladies, who only appeared to be around during meal times, the librarian who was here for a boring two day workshop on how to use the library and computer systems, and the orientation team, which consisted of four members of each of the upper classes, two boys and two girls each. They where the ambassadors and student leadership team.It was explained that we got here two weeks early to explore the grounds and get to know each other so the year would go smoother and no one would get lost the first day of class. There where several small group tours that where assigned so that we toured the grounds and facilities with different people the first week and ice breaker events to help us get to know each other and “break out of our shells” as the leadership put it. The activities covered all areas from trivia nights to a learn country line dance night.

Maybe I should tell you about myself before we move on. My name is Kate I’m 5’5 145lbs with very athletic body And long brown hair. I am a volleyball player and was on the track team. I’m from a small rural town in the Midwest so I’m somewhat conservative in my attire and I’m a little shy. Also it probably should be mentioned that this is a very expensive school and I’m only here because of a very generous scholarship.

It was Thursday of the second week after dinner when the ambassadors announced that we should all go back to our dorms and take a nap we would be having a late night event that was a tradition going back over a hundred years. Be ready to go in comfortable loose clothing at 10pm and wear sensible shoes there will be quite a bit of walking and maybe running.

Everyone was curious but the ambassadors where very tight lipped and just ushered us off to our rooms saying “get some rest you will need it”. I chit chatted with my three room mates.

Khyla was from Georgia, we got along because she was a track star and we had loads to talk about. She was a state champion sprinter. She was 5’8 and she was in amazing shape, which she liked to show off by walking around the room in a lace matching set of brightly colored bralette and panties. I loved the way the light danced over her contoured muscles and mocha skin. We both wore a 32C, I know because she convinced me to try on some of her bralettes insisting I would look “fire” in them. I think she was trying to hard to hide the fact that her family was rich.

Priscilla was the tallest of us at 5’11 she was very thin with small maybe 28B breasts and the longest raven black hair I had ever seen, it was perfectly straight and brushed across her calf’s when she left it down, she had an aristocratic accent to her speech, but was surprisingly down to earth considering her dad was “insanely rich” (her words). She was a ballet dancer. She had very striking feature and very pale skin like porcelain. She liked to wear black, all black.

My third room mate was Tiffani “with an I”She was a stereo typical blond rich girl from Texas. She came from money and was a champion horse jumper, which she mentioned often. She was extremely competitive so when Khyla pranced around in her underwear Tiffany sauntered around stark ass naked, showing off her unnaturally large and firm DDDs and her waxed smooth pussy mound. We didn’t dislike Tiffani she was just a bit much, when she let her guard down she was kind of fun to be around, she always had fun stories about famous people and crazy trips she had taken.

After finally giving in to Khyla and wearing a rather risqué set of her red lace lingerie. We all get dressed and headed out to the courtyard.

The ambassadors where all there waiting for us and did a quick head count to make sure we where all present. The we started walking down a trail I had always been curious about, it lead into the woods nearby then disappeared around a bend. I was planning on exploring it when we didn’t have as many activities planned.

We walked for about half an hour then came to a clearing that was obviously man made, then I realized it was a park, there was a large gazebo in the middle and benches spread through out. It must have been the length of a football field in diameter. There where even lamps that appeared to be old gas lamps that where already lit giving the whole area a warm glow.

The ambassadors lead us over to a large opening and got us all to quite down. “This is a tradition that goes back over one hundred years, it started out as a hazing ritual but has since been amended to just be fun. No one is required to participate but we ask that you remain open minded until it’s time to start the game. Tonight we play tag…” we all looked around questioningly. “Strip tag!” The rules are simple the player that is it tags people what ever item of clothing they touch you must stop and take off.” Some grumbling form the crowd caused a response “remember open minds, you are all eighteen and we will respect any decision you make we just ask that you listen before choosing. Once tagged the person who is it must tag another person before returning to you. Once any person becomes naked they also become it.” One of the female ambassadors chimed in “Yes may keep your shoes on for safety.” “Plus it’s hard to tag your shoes while running.”

Khyla leaned over and whispered “we got this girl no one’s catching us unless we want them too.”

“Seems simple but there is more, if the person tags your skin then you must stop for thirty seconds and they may if they like hold, caress… kiss the area tagged. For example!” He tapped one of the female ambassadors hands then lifted it to his lips and very gently kissed the back of her hand. “Now this is a totally consensual game so if at any time you are uncomfortable you may quit the game by raising both hands over your head and walking to the gazebo.” “This can happen at any time no questions asked no judgment, even if it’s after a tag, if it makes you uncomfortable it’s your choice, male or female.” Chimed in one of the other female ambassadors. “This is college it’s a time for exploration and trying new things, tonight is a way of testing those waters, because this is tradition and we value tradition, we trust that any choices that are made here tonight will stay here tonight. Again this is a place for you to try new things with out worry of consequence, if you can’t follow that request please refrain from playing tonight.” Another ambassador took over “On the note of consequences, because this night of personal choices can lead to intimate contact you will find protection hanging from all the trees, this is the one thing we don’t request we insist! It wouldn’t look good to start the school year with consequences!” “Also as a senior who has seen it, there will be no rumors or shaming of any kind about the events of tonight, the upper class men do not take kindly to it and will quell the situation quickly. This tradition only works if you all respect this area as let’s say sacred for purposes of this talk, do not disrespect the choices of those around you by judging them in any way, the idea is to be free to choose tonight! Is that understood?”

The group all murmur and nodded.

“Each person will be handed a small cube, you will close your hand around it, it dissolves by body heat, some of our sciences friends help create them a few years back. Most of them are empty, however a few are filled with a bioluminescent liquid that will make your palm glow for a couple of hours.” “Don’t worry it won’t hurt you” chimed in one of the sophomores. “If you’re hand glows your it. That does not mean you are immune to a tag, there will be three people it and as I mention before once you are naked you also become it” “there are snacks and drinks through out the park please enjoy but be aware these are not safe areas, you can still be tagged while eating, drinking or picking items! The only safe area is in the gazebo or walking with both hands over your head to the gazebo.” “Once you have left the game you may change your mind and return to play but to do so you must strip down and enter the game sans clothing and thus Pause for impact…Yep naked and it”

“Another quick side note this is your night so your first choice is… do “we “ play with you?“ “YES!“ shouted a girl in the crowd. “As much as I like your enthusiasm let’s see a show of hands for us joining in…?!”Most people raised there hands a few raised both hands. “And those opposed?” Everyone lowered their hands. “Then we will add three cubes to each box.” “Because the girls outnumber the boys and it’s more fun this way anyway. There will be two girls it and one boy.” “You would think that means the boys end up naked first but it never happens that way!” One of the boys exclaimed. Tiffany leaned over to me and whispered “one way or another that stud will end up naked if I have anything to say about it!” I shouldn’t have been shocked since she was so open about nudity in the room but this was different. So I shot her a look of surprise “Tiffani!” “Like you haven’t thought about it!? Just look at him!” She bit her bottom lip with a predatory look in her eye.

“Next choice… does anyone want to head to the gazebo right now?” Two girls and a boy walk toward the gazebo immediately. I had fooled around in high school, been finger by a guy at a football game once and even given a couple of blowjobs after dances and what not but this was a whole other level I hesitantly started to take a step “Like we said your choice. No judgment here tonight!” Khyla looked at me and said “it’s ok!” “No ill stay if I get to a point I’m not ok with I can walk away right!?” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Two more girls hesitantly walked to the gazebo.