[Janethebrain]

I went to a small liberal arts school in the Midwest. Very small. Very liberal. Lots of theater majors, English majors, etc. we didn't have any sports teams, and there weren't any bars on campus. But the drinking age was still 18 at the time (late 80's) so basically the entire student body was legal age.

I have shared several stories about me coming out of my shell once I got to college, and discovering that with some booze in my stomach I was actually a bit of an exhibitionist, would go skinny dipping or flash my friends at a party, that sort of thing.

The school had an annual event every Spring just before the week of finals where we would all get drunk and then streak through campus. It was not a secret, everyone talked about it, even the teachers. In fact I remember in one of my writing classes, the teacher who was a middle aged guy, got a whole discussion started about it during class one day. In retrospect it feels very wrong, and I'm sure if a teacher did it today he would be fired, but back then it didn't seem inappropriate at all. We went around the room talking about whether we had done it last year or we're thinking about doing it this year. He would occasionally look surprised when one of the girls said she had done it, like he was making a mental note about her.

I did the streak all four years I was there and so did all of my theater friends. It was probably 50/50 for the other majors, but us theater kids had no problem getting nekkid. We all got pretty drunk before the streak, and everyone on campus would head to the quad at 10pm and drop our clothes and do a lap around campus. The running itself didn't present a lot of opportunity for checking each other out, but when we got back to the quad there were just piles of clothes all over the place and everyone was milling around trying to find their clothes. Lots of bending over and sorting through a pile, holding it up to the light and realizing it wasn't your shorts and dropping them and rooting around some more.

Just like today, there were lots of people who came to watch but didn't actually strip down. But nobody had cameras, I don't think I ever saw a flashbulb go off in four years, and nobody had a video camera. They existed, but were big things you carried on your shoulder back then, and nobody had them. So no pictures.

But the crazy thing was it wasn't just the students who came out to watch. I swear almost every teacher was there as well. And nobody gave a shit. They not only watched the streak, they would walk around and talk with us as we were trying to find our clothes too. And let me tell you, most of them were not shy about looking at our bodies. They really didn't even try to hide it.

I was very aware of people checking out my boobs and my ass. Back then nobody waxed and a lot of girls didn't even trim, so we didn't talk about someone seeing our pussy, it was always "so and so saw my bush." So over four years, hundreds of students and probably 40 teachers saw my tits, my ass and yes, my bush.

It was such a blast.