[Janethebrain]

Let me just say I love this site. I just found it a couple days ago and have become obsessed with reading your stories and reliving my own. I have related more true stories in the last two days than my entire life. Such a rush.

So I discovered the search function, and entered skinny dipping because I had this one experience in mind. And I see all these great stories. And some of them remind me of other stories long forgotten. Man you can get lost here.

Anyway, the story that led to my search:

I was home for the summer after my sophomore year of college. So I was back to hanging around with my high school friends all of whom knew me as a total prude who didn't drink, smoke pot, have sex, or really do anything fun. I was a good designated driver, I think that's why they kept me around.

One of my friend's parents had a cabin in the Wisconsin Dells, which is only a 4 hour drive. We had all been there a few times growing up, but always with some group of parents supervising things. But because we were all in college, and we had all been friends since kindergarten they let us have the place totally to ourselves for a whole Memorial Day weekend because the parents had to go to a wedding.

My friend's parents were both doctors and they were pretty rich. Their property had a dock and two boats, a pontoon boat for partying and a speed boat for waterskiing. And the cabin was amazing, lots of rooms, a big deck, and a hot tub.

We got to the cabin before noon on Saturday and the six girls and four guys quickly divided up the bedrooms. Rory's family owned the cabin so he took the master suite of course. And the master suite had one step access to the hot tub on the deck. This would become important much later.

We all put on bathing suits and pack a cooler full of beer and head out on the speed boat. For the next couple hours we water ski and tube and have a great time. And we are drinking the whole time. Rory is the only one taking it easy since he is driving the boat and the owner of the house.

This was a really weird afternoon for me. Even wearing a bikini was out of character for me to this group of friends. But I was a very different person now, I've been away at college for two years and have done crazy stuff. But to these guys I am still Jane the virgin. And the way they saw me really affected the way I saw myself. Maybe this was the real me. Maybe I should leave my college self at college.

I was still debating this in my head when we got back to the dock to refill the cooler, and switch to the pontoon boat. Rory decided to make a pitcher of margaritas to bring in addition to the beer. I had never drank a margarita, but that didn't stop me from pretending I knew how to make them. Rory and I made a big batch, and I poured the tequila, so I have only myself to blame for what happened later.

We went back on the water just before dusk, and at about the same time I discovered that I love margaritas, I became convinced that the new uninhibited me was the real me. I was pretty buzzed, and I was convinced that we had all been friends for 10+ years! and we had all been brought here for a reason, and somehow that reason involved us getting naked and going swimming.

What I didn't realize is that nobody else was in the same place, and my high school friends weren't like my college friends.

So shortly after it gets dark I announce that we all have to go skinny dipping. We are on a pontoon boat, so it is perfect for this kind of thing. And the water is warm and everyone is buzzed, and we've had a great day and we are all life-long friends. And everyone is totally on the same page except for the part about getting naked. It turns out that I am the only one actually willing to get naked. But I don't realize this yet.

So I stand on the front of the boat and strip off my bikini top, and push my bikini bottoms to the deck and step out of them. And then after a quick twirl for my audience, I dive into the water.

Within a minute, the rest of the group has joined me in the water. What I didn't know is that nobody else had gotten naked, and one of the guys had taken my suit and helpfully put it in the compartment with the life vests.

We swam around for 20 minutes and I was loving the feeling of being naked in the water. It is so different than wearing a bathing suit. It was dark, and at this point I thought that everyone was having the same naked swimming experience I was.

At some point everyone started climbing back up the ladder onto the boat to refill their drinks. It was only then as I watched one of the girls climb the ladder that I realized she was still wearing her bathing suit. What a prude, I thought, she will be embarrassed to be the only one scared to skinny dip.

I was next up the ladder, and when I got back on the boat I discovered that I was in fact the only person who had been skinny dipping. I was dripping wet, and totally naked and nine other people were just staring at me. Eight on the boat, and Rory who was right behind me on the ladder had gotten a particularly good look at my ass and probably my pussy.

I started to look around for my bikini, but since I had left it sitting in the middle of the deck, it was pretty clear somebody had moved it. Part me wanted to get in their faces and make them give me back my suit, but the new me was enjoying being naked even if I was the only one. So I pretended not to even notice that my bikini had been hidden. And for the next two hours I just hung out with my friends and joked around and drank even though I was naked and none of them were.

I walked around naked. Poured drinks naked. Sat with different people and recounted funny stories from high school. The whole time on the pontoon boat I was butt naked. At one point I got my friend Mary to take off her top as part of doing body shots, after the shot I convinced her to stay topless. But that was the bravest person. To be sure, with me setting the tone, there was a lot of flashing and mooning going on. But Mary and I were the only ones who put our bodies on display.

They were even baiting me saying things like, "where's your bathing suit Jane?" But I pretended not to hear. And I didn't get my bathing suit back until the next day. I stayed naked the whole time, and secretly loved that I was confident enough to pull it off, and that it was blowing their minds that Jane the prude was now crazy Jane.

Two years at a liberal arts college, taking theater classes, sharing dressing rooms, and doing the annual naked run through campus had fundamentally changed me. But my friends had clearly not had the same change.

Later that night I hooked up with Rory for a memorable fuck that started in the hot tub and continued in the master suite. But the thing I remember most about that night was being the only one naked for a couple hours on the boat. Such a rush.