[Emfreak]

Hi everyone, I'm Emma. I know this site through a friend of mine, so I've already got some experience with it. However, I never felt the need to register until today because my friend urged me to. After I told him some stories about when I was younger, he said that I should post them here. At first I wasn't really comfortable to do so, but after he told me that it would be completely anonymous, I thought What the Hell. So here it goes:
I am 35 years old. This story takes place fifteen year ago. At the time, I was studying abroad in Germany and I was living in a really cheap residential home. And I mean "cheap" Aside from an own, people had nothing. I had to share a kitchen and the bathroom with twenty people on the same floor. It was like a hostel, but instead of staying there one night or one week, I was there for a year. It was nothing I was used to, but it turned out to be the best thing ever.
As I said, we had to share one bathroom. The bathroom once consisted of two shower cabins right next to each other, but by the time I arrived, most of that construction was already gone. Both of the doors were missing and the wall which used to separate the cabins was gone as well. Basically, it was one giant shower cabin for to people without doors. The five toilets were mostly intact, except that one of them, again, didn't have a door. Since it was a shared bathroom, the door to it couldn't be locked, either. When I asked why it didn't get repaired, the inhabitants answered that they preferred it the way it was. They found that it strengthened the bond between them, to have absolutely no secrets from one another. After a while I found out that after the first shower door broke off, the other inhabitants deliberately took off the other one as well, as they did with the one toilet door. Those doors were up for display in some of the rooms.
So I, being new and shy, stuck to waking up at 5 AM every morning so that I could take a shower without being seen by everyone who happened to walk into the bathroom. This went on for the first two weeks or so, and needless to say, it was exhausting. And while I was shielded from the inhabitants' looks, nobody could shield me from them; as they were obviously totally comfortable being naked around each other, they didn't even bother to take clothes or anything else besides a towel to the shower and when they were finished, they didn't wrap the towel around their bodies when they went back to their rooms. Some of them even went fully naked into the kitchen, making smalltalk as if it were no big deal. And to them, it probably wasn't, but to me, doubly so. The gender ratio was as fifty-fifty as it can get on a 21-person-floor; There were 10 men and 11 women, me included, all either my age or a little older. I think the oldest one was a 25 year old girl. So after two weeks of living there, I had already seen my fair share of various genitalia.
On my fourteenth day, the others decided that we knew each other well enough now and had become good enough friends, so it was time to finally throw me a "Welcome to Germany"-Party. They joked about it being "clothing optional", but everybody was dressed, thank goodness. I think it was a good party, although I've forgotten a lot of details about it. I remember there being a lot of alcohol involved and two hours in, two guys were swinging their penises to the rhythm of some Queen song. Turned out the "clothing optional"-part of the party wasn't really a joke, but I had great fun anyway. At some point during the evening, I really had to pee, so I went to the bathroom. If you've followed me, you probably know where this is going: Yes, there was only one free bathroom and yes, it was the one without a door. I thought about waiting, but I knew that that would only end in disaster, so I sat down on the public toilet and let go. For a second, I thought that everything was fine, but then the people from the other stalls got out and each looked at me as they left. The three guys and the girl eyed me up and then just went along. That was the first time anybody ever saw me down there without having sex with me and it was embarrassing and thrilling at the same time. When I came back to the party, half of the people were naked and nobody was ashamed. I sat down and watched everybody dance when a naked girl (who would later become my best friend) jumped before my feet and wiggled her boobs in my face. She then took my hands and placed them on her hips and danced a little. She moved her head down to place a kiss on my cheek and then moved away from me, signaling me to join the dancers. I looked around and found a glass full of coke and rum (I think that's what it was) and drowned it. Then I took my top and my bra off and, with my tits on full display, joined the others. For a second I thought I could feel their eyes upon me, but then I realised that they didn't care if I was topless. They just wanted me to be as comfortable as possible. If I was more comfortable with my clothes on, fine, if not, fine as well. Nobody judged me by the form of my boobs or their size or anything. With that epiphany, I removed my skirt, although I couldn't remove my knickers just yet.
We partied the whole night. I woke up in my bed the next morning, and although I had the realisation the night before, I was somewhat surprised to find that I still had my knickers on and that I was alone in my bed. That morning, I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I hadn't thought about the time and was surprised when one of the guys walked in and jumped in the shower next to me. He eyed me up, smiled and then started to make smalltalk. At some point, he even asked me to soap his back. Other people came and went and nobody cared that I was naked, showering with another guy. That's when I realised that this was going to be the best year ever.

And it was only the beginning. If you'd like, I'll post more. I've kept a close journal and it's full of stories.