03/03/2026
It was warm last week. Like, really warm. We had borderline blizzard conditions for months, and being the flower girl I am, the second it bit 70° Fahrenheit, I wanted to take my clothes off.
I grew up being able to shed layers at will. That’s how I was taught to act about my body, but now — having a roommate who is in a very involved relationship with a man I enjoy the presence of, but is around quite often — I don’t have those same luxuries.
Well, it was getting late, we were drinking, and the sun was going down. My roommate proposed packing a couple drinks and heading to the nearby “beach”: a dirt shore on a pretty scenic lake.
There was nobody around and, with buzzing confidence, proposed the idea of skinny-dipping. It was dark, I argued, and nobody would see anything. To my surprise, my roommate agreed, and in turn, so did her boyfriend, who was advised to not “make it weird.”
We stripped down on the shore, put our suits neatly on the towels, and stepped into the water. It wasn’t super dark getting in, but once under the water, you couldn’t really see anything, and it just felt natural.
I watched as my friends embraced and kissed, lit up by moonlight. I didn’t dare interrupt when they began to use tongue and get handsy under the water.
We giggled and joked about the hard nipples and harder dick that emerged when we decided to dry off, and since, life’s been a lot more natural, sexy, and fun-loving.
Poster:
Flower Girl