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It all started in high school, a bunch of girls, including me, decided to go skinny dipping. We all grew up in the same neighborhood and since kindergarten had gone to school together. We had few secrets.

I'm Hanley Weathers, and here along the Jersey Shore, Spring comes in early May. By Memorial Day, everyone's ready to jump in the water. The water could be the ocean, a lake, a pond or a pool. This year, there was week when the temperature reached the 70's by mid-April and stayed that way, with no rain.

A bunch of senior girls in my high school had been planning for the perfect day all winter. Not more than five miles from the school, the river flowed into the Atlantic. Willoughby Creek was a tributary of a tributary which flowed into the river. There was one place where the creek formed a pool. A secluded pool, accessed by dirt road. It was perfect.

Eight of us piled into two cars on the second Friday in May; yeah we skipped school. No big deal; we were graduating in less than a month and all of us were going to prestigious colleges. I don't want to brag but I was going to Princeton; not too far away.

We all wore skirts and tee shirts; underneath we were naked. In our backpacks were our bras, panties and a towel. Among us we had four or five blankets. Don't think it was anything sexual; just eight teenage girls, anxious to show off our bodies after a cold winter. We'd had pajama parties together, where we wore baby dolls which showed off just about everything. By that I mean, the fabric was so thin that the nipples of my 34CC's were clearly visible and on the bottom, my dark triangle stood out through the off-white of those pj's.

I wasn't alone and no one thought anything off it. It was just girls being girls. And that's the way it was when we parked the cars and dashed toward the natural pool. I wasn't the first, but I was among the first to take off my top and skirt, and wade in.

I don't know where you live, but up here, when you first get in, even just up to your ankles, the water feels cold, and invariably someone who's been in a while will say, "once you get in, it feels great." Yes, it did, but the water was cool enough that my nipples were standing up, and not just mine. Annie Pederson's were protruding almost an inch.

"Hey, Annie," I called, "I'll bet Bobby Stevens has a good time with those." She blushed, but we'd double dated numerous times, and more than once, I peeked into the back seat and she had her bra off, her blouse open, and Bobby's hands were all over them. We made eye contact, she just smiled at me, and let Bobby continue.

A half hour later, we were all splashing around, but I'm sure you want to know more about the sex stuff, like with Annie and Bobby.

The truth was we were eighteen and all of us were sexually active. Some of you, as you read this will think these girls weren't sexually active; they were a bunch of little fucking sluts.

I let my boyfriend, Gene feel my tits and use his finger, and I jerked him off. I was a few months older, and when he turned eighteen I let him fuck me for the first time. It was my first time, too. It wasn't very good.

There's something about mothers, or maybe it's my mother. The next morning, as soon as she saw me she knew. "Get dressed, you're coming with me."

She didn't tell me where, but it was a trip to the pharmacy; a national chain. "Hanley, you'll ruin your life if you get pregnant." She led the way to the Family Planning aisle, and after searching for less than a minute picked up a package of Trojans. A dozen pack. I was so embarrassed.

Then she found the intimate lubricants and picked up a tube. Finally, she made me stand in line with her and without any hesitation put them on the counter for the check-out clerk. The clerk was a boy from my school. I could have crawled under the counter.

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