Men vs Women Strip Trivia

"Well that was disappointing."

"Oh come on! You really hated that?" My girlfriend at the time, Christine, had never seen Star Wars. I felt that needed to be rectified immediately.

"Yes it was stupid! I didn't understand half of what was going on!"

I wanted to tell her that was probably because she had her face buried in her phone the entire time. We'd had a number of fights about her texting and social media when we were together. I had given up trying to argue the point.

The truth was we weren't compatible, and not just by a small amount. She hated sports, most of my favorite movies, and had crazy religious beliefs I didn't share.

I mean, she had already tried to get me to convert to Catholicism. I'm Jewish. Not happening.

So why was I still with her? It was a great question. I guess it was because Christine was the first girl I had been with in any way, and I mean any way. I couldn't get girls to go out with me in high school to save my life. I joked with my friends that I could have been carrying wads of cash and it still wouldn't happen.

I never had a good answer for why this was. It certainly wasn't for a lack of effort. I guess I was too much the nice guy. I either had a knack for asking out girls who were already taken or who were more interested in party types. I would much rather watch a ballgame or play Madden than go to a bar, either at that time or today.

Frankly Christine was the first girl that didn't tell me no, and I clung to her because of that for way too long.

Of course if I hadn't I would never have met my wonderful wife Andrea, but we'll get to that.

I was a sophomore at the University and Christine was a freshman. We met by happenstance in the cafeteria. She was waiting in front of us in line and my friend Chris overheard her make a comment that was she was looking for a "nice guy" after dumping her "borderline abuser" boyfriend. He had elbowed me and indicated in front of us. We then heard her tell her friend about her plans to Disney World with her family later that month. It so happened that Chris and I had just gone that summer with a few of our other friends.

"You know you should make sure to catch the illuminations show at Epcot. It's spectacular," I blurted out.

We spent the next two hours talking all things Disney. She was flirty with me in a way girls never had been before. I was hooked. She wasn't exactly a 10 but she wasn't unattractive either by any means and that was more than good for me given my history, or lack thereof.

Things were great for a month or two. She wouldn't let me go very far with her for religious reasons, but she was always happy to take care of me, which I greatly appreciated. It was first time anyone besides me had touched my penis and I simply loved that a girl was doing it. I did love playing with her terrific 34C breasts, but that's as far as she ever let me go.

I actually realized fairly quickly that there wasn't going to be a future, but what can I say, I was a college guy who didn't want to give up access I'd spent my entire life to that point looking for.

My friends thought I should move on. They kept telling me so. I almost let them convince me a week prior.

I am forever grateful that I ignored their advice.

Getting back to the aftermath of when we saw Star Wars, I was about to throw her a bone and offer up "Sweet Home Alabama" or something similar when she showed me an email on her phone.

"Ooh check this out! We can still make it!"

I looked at the screen and couldn't believe what I was looking at.

OMEGA CHI DELTA- KAPPA LAMDA NU MEN VS WOMEN STRIP TRIVIA

TONIGHT 10 PM

Admission: $35/person

One man and one woman will be randomly selected to face off in strip trivia. Contestants will rotate questions from audience selected categories. For every 500 points the opponent loses an article of clothing. Questions will vary in difficulty with different point values.

The contestants aren't just playing for themselves, they're playing for their entire sex! The first one who gets naked, all men or women depending on the contestant must also get naked and remain so for the evening! We will lock the doors and no one leaves until 2 a.m.!

Rules: Students only, no faculty. No touching allowed without permission. No one leaves early. We will make sure the contestants' articles of clothing are even. This is supposed to be light and fun!

"What do you think? I think we should do it!" Christine said enthusiastically.

A million thoughts went through my head. What if the guy lost? Would I have to be naked in front of any girls from my classes?

I had of course been naked for Christine but I was always aroused when I was. She'd told me she'd had two boyfriends prior to me and said while I didn't compare favorably to them my size was still "good", though I thought she might be humoring me.

She had never seen my regular state. Not that I ever paid any attention in the locker room but I was sure I had nothing to write home about there.

I won't lie, the idea of being naked in front of a bunch of girls without arousal terrified me. I had always fantasied about it but it suddenly seemed very different in reality.

Then again, I was in college, and once I thought about what might happen if the guy won, I couldn't stop picturing an evening with numerous sexy college coeds. Maybe I would get to see some of the hotties from my classes!

Once I thought about that there was no way we weren't going.

"Sounds great, let's do it!" I remember hoping I had showed a proper amount of enthusiasm.

"Great because I already texted Tracy and Mary. They're going to join us."

I didn't really get along with either of them but I couldn't say I wouldn't be interested in seeing them naked, Mary especially.

I was surprised how packed the place was when we got there. There had to be several hundred people. We met Christine's friends and all signed in. Until then it hadn't really occurred to me that we could be contestants but it seemed the odds were slim.

We were each given a buzzer type device that had six buttons. "Everything will he explained," we were told.

There was some early mingling but I was never one for really engaging people I didn't know. I certainly noticed there were a number of very pretty women. I would be lying if I said I wasn't starting to imagine possibilities.

"All right everyone gather around please!"

In the center of the room were a guy who looked big enough to play offensive line and a girl who couldn't been more than 5'0" and 100 pounds. Her big rack looked out of proportion to her size. It was the girl who was speaking.

"Welcome to our annual event!" She shouted to applause. "This is always our biggest joint fund raiser between our two organizations."

She continued talking but I hadn't realized this was an annual event. It showed the lack of circles I ran in, I suppose.

"Girls if you're selected the items are socks, shirt, pants, bra and panties. Socks count as one item." That got my attention for sure.

"And for our gentleman who is selected," the guy spoke for the first time. "We'll count your belt, or if you don't have one, socks can count as two. No over-layers."

"We'll have six categories," the girl spoke again. "Five questions each ranging between 100 to 500 points and increasing in difficulty. 500 points loses a piece of clothing for your opponent."

"You've each been given a device," the guy said. "Every question YOU vote for the category. Highest vote wins. But choose wisely. People have been burned before. You never know what someone might be an expert in, and that goes both ways. Not every guy knows football and not every chick knows art."

"The contestant chooses the point value," the girl said.

"Of course you are up there playing for all the men or women in this room," the guy said. "And that includes us by the way." He pointed to the girl and then himself.

There were some murmurs from the crowd, from both men and women.

"We've rotated winners every year for the past five," the girl said.

"Which means it's our turn to win this year!" The guy roared. The men in the room joined in.

"Not if our lady has anything to say about it!" The women hooted and hollered.

"Time to pick our contestants!" The guy said.

The girl reached back and took a pink hat from the table on stage.

"Drumroll please!"

The guy pretended to drumroll on this thighs.

"Our female contestant is Stacy Hackett! Come on up!"

There was applause as a roughly 5'5" blonde walked up to the stage. She had shoulder length hair and looked very girl next door in her red t-shirt and jeans. She had a gorgeous body.

"Drumroll again please!"

The big guy let his co-host pretend to a drumroll as he grabbed the blue hat. "Our male contestant is, Rick French!"

I froze as I heard my name called. I couldn't believe it. My heart started pounding and it suddenly felt like I was sweating buckets. I looked over at Christine and her friends who were all howling with laughter. Christine made to push me forward.

"Rick French come on up buddy! Don't be shy!"

It seemed like the stage was a mile away as I walked toward it. I suddenly felt very conspicuous. As I got to the stage I looked out and realized there were a ton of people. I walked across and shook Stacy's hand, and those of the two hosts.

"Ok good you're wearing a belt, so your socks count as one item," the guy said to me.

I looked down as if to verify what he said. Indeed I was. I was also in a black t-shirt and khaki shorts. It had been a hot day.

Stacy and I were asked to remove our shoes and take our places at our podiums.

"All right are we ready to play?"

The crowd roared.

"Okay our categories are:

"Tools of the Writer's Trade"

"Quarterback U - Match the quarterback to his college"

"Phew", I thought to myself.

"The "N" crowd - Names that begin with the letter N."

"Flaming Foods"

"Rivers"

"Books and Movies"

I remember thinking the categories didn't sound bad.

"All right a coin toss will determine who goes first!"

I won the toss, which as it turned out didn't mean a lot.

"All right everyone the categories are on the board 1-6. Pick Rick's category!"

I looked behind us to see the categories on the wall behind me using a projector.

The pause seemed lengthy. This held true every time a category was selected during the game.

"All right flaming foods!"

I cursed under my breath.

"What point value would you like Mr. French? You can pick between 100 and 500."

"Um, 200 please."

"Okay, here's your question. Henri Carpenter is said to have created this dessert crepe dish by accident. What is this flaming dish? All right you have 15 seconds to answer. Go!"

I froze. I had no idea. I'm not much of a dessert person. "Um, fried ice cream?"

Laughter rang out from the audience as the buzzer sounded. "I'm sorry, no. Stacy you can steal it and get the points." He repeated the question. "Do you know the answer?"

"Crepe Suzette!" She said right away.

"Correct! 200 points for Stacy!"

I wouldn't have got that in a million years. I looked at Christine who was doubled over with laughter. At least I now had a handle on how the game would be played.

The game actually had a good back and forth as I settled in. Stacy actually lost her socks first as I answered "Miami" for Jim Kelly on the 500 point football question. I then lost my socks when she got Ollie North as the host of some cable show I don't watch.

My belt went next. I missed two straight questions and she got the Rhine river.

The first real loss of an item was Stacy's shirt when I knew the movie Turner & Hooch. The hosts made her step in front of her podium to remove it. I felt my cock stir in my pants as she lifted her shirt over her head and looked quite sexy doing it. Her red bra matched her shirt and what I guessed were B cups looked lovely in it.

I started to get on a roll. Stacy lost her jeans next when I correctly got the Colorado River, which I'm very familiar with having gone rafting in it frequently near my hometown. She slid them off revealing a matching set of red panties. The feeling in my pants intensified and the guys in the crowd made a lot of noise.

I then hit a massive cold streak, losing my shirt and shorts in pretty quick fashion. I couldn't get baked Alaskan in the flaming foods category and I missed someone named Pablo Neruda in the N people category. I happened to be wearing a pretty nondescript pair of boxers with a plaid pattern and they were pretty loose so even though I was a little aroused it wasn't evident when I had to step out from behind the podium.

I was definitely feeling the pressure. Now the women were making noise and I kept looking at Christine and her friends. They all had their phones out taking pictures and were sharing immense laughter.

Stacy got a football question. I crossed my fingers. With 200 points I could get her bra off, but if she got it right I would really be behind the eight ball.

"What college did Vince Young play for?" It was the 200 point question. Now, I knew and pretty much any college football fan is well aware of Vince Young's national title game performance against USC in one the most famous games of all-time, but I wasn't sure how much she knew. That game was almost 15 years before after all.

The clock was ticking. She wasn't answering. Maybe she didn't know!

"Ohio State?" She asked tentatively.

"Incorrect!" I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rick would you like to steal?"

"Texas!" I bellowed.

The guys in the room roared. I saw Christine drop her head in the crowd. She really seemed to be taking it seriously. "That puts Rick at 2,000 total points!"

Stacy looked tentative as she stepped out from behind her podium. "You know the rules Stacy," the male host said. Stacy's hands appeared to be shaking as she reached back and unhooked her bra. My eyes went wide, as I'm sure the eyes of all the guys in the audience did as well, as it fell and her boobs appeared. They looked phenomenal. She did appear to have B cups, but they looked like they could have been D nipples. She looked very nervous as she stepped behind her podium.

The element of possibly not just getting ourselves naked but also half the audience added even more pressure than would have normally been evident. There was a real feeling of not wanting to let teammates down, much like in the sports I love. I was almost fully hard in my boxers and it would have been very evident had I not been behind my podium.

"All right we're all tied! Both players are 500 points away from victory! Let's choose Rick's category!"

I was hoping I wouldn't get flaming foods. I had been bombing that all night.

"Tools of the writer's trade!"

Well, here goes, I remember thinking.

"I'll go for the 500," I said. I was feeling confident. The crowd (men and women) gasped.

"Steinbeck was obsessed with these. The Mongol 2 3/8 model came razor close to a perfect point. What is it?

I was frozen. I couldn't think straight. Everyone was screaming. It had to be a writing utensil but which one?

"I need an answer!"

My heart was pounding.

" PEN!" I shouted right as the female host yelled "Time!"

"Cil" I blurted out after a seconds' hesitation.

There was confusion. The two hosts looked at each other. The female host had the card with the answer. She looked at it, then back to her co-host and to the card again. The audience was holding its breath. Both men and women were simultaneously celebrating and acting nervous. The two hosts huddled. I could hear them whispering vigorously. They seemed to be arguing under the breath. When they broke their huddle the male host threw his arms in the air.

"I'm sorry, that has to be marked incorrect," the female host said. "The full answer didn't come in time!"

There was an uproar where everyone was screaming. The men couldn't believe it and were incredulous. The women were jumping up and down.

Because of the way the female host phrased things with the phrase "full answer" everyone knew what was about to happen next.

"Would Stacy like to steal for 500 points and the win?" The host asked with a wicked smile.

"PENCIL!" She shouted as she jumped up and down, her boobs so firm they didn't move.

I dropped my head and grabbed my knees. I've often wondered what would have happened if I hadn't blurted out "cil" after the host yelled time. (I'm glad I did, but I sure wasn't at the time). Maybe Stacy would have still had the answer and maybe she wouldn't have.

The noise was deafening in the room. The guys were furious. The women were shouting with glee. I remember looking back up and seeing the male host, who remember is as big as an offensive lineman, shoot me a look that was daggers. I stood there frozen for an eternity.

"All right everyone, let's settle down," the female host said. Apparently she had given Stacy her clothes back, for she was putting her shirt back on. The room got quiet and I felt all the eyes in the room turn to me. I couldn't bear to look at my then-girlfriend in the crowd.

"I think it's only appropriate that our contestant kicks things off before we bring all the other men on stage!"

Of course this would have to happen. I was so frustrated and nervous as I stepped out from behind my podium that I hadn't realized I was no longer hard. I was no longer aroused at all.

The female host was all smiles and shrugged her shoulders as she looked at me, glancing down at my boxers. I felt like I was moving in slow motion as I moved my thumbs to the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down.

Before I even got them all the way off the entire room rang out with laughter. I was still moving in slow motion as I saw the female host point at me with one hand while covering the laughter from her mouth with the other. The male host even appeared to have a slight smirk. Stacy's face showed a look of shock.

I looked out at the audience and saw several people doubled over with laughter. I noticed a woman who had her thumb and index finger very close together as she held up her hand.

I noticed Christine sheepishly looking at the floor, her head in her hand. Tracy was elbowing her with a sly looking smile and Mary was among those doubled over laughing.

I looked down. In my non arousal state my dick is only two inches. It dawned on me why they were laughing.

I heard a female voice shout "Where's the rest of it?"

"My two year old nephew's is bigger!" shouted another.

I'm sure my face was beat red. I literally wanted to be anywhere else.

"And no covering up!" Shouted the female host. "That goes for all the men! Let's have all males on stage please."

The woman in the audience roared as the men in the audience came up, some getting nudged along by girlfriends.

As the men shuffled up to the stage several gave me looks of absolute fury. One big, muscled guy with tattoos all over made a fist and moved like he was going to punch me before his friend intervened and grabbed him. Everyone gathered around leaving me in the center. The male host stood next to me.

"I can't believe you're such a moron," he told me in a tone that while in a whisper made it clear he was pissed. "You handed her that answer."

"I think it's time for the big reveal!" the female host said to cheers. "Well maybe not so big in some cases," she said to more laughter as she looked down at my penis.

The guys around me started undressing at various speeds. I hung my head down and stared at the floor. After what seemed like another eternity I became aware of cheers from the females in the crowd. As I looked back up I saw several flashes go off on people's phones, including Mary's. I noticed Christine was now staring straight ahead and she had a hint of a smile on her face.