During my last semester in high school, I drove to Austin for a sort of orientation session sponsored by the University of Texas. It was mainly a PR deal to showcase the school, but as a country boy I wasn't going to miss a chance to go to Austin and enjoy the "big city."
I was staying in an apartment with a friend from my hometown who was several years older than me. He was big into the music scene and had already picked out which bands we'd see during my stay.
So the nightlife was already scheduled. But it was a daytime adventure that really intrigued me.
I had heard about Hippie Hollow, a county-owned park on Lake Travis where nudity was legal. That may not seem like such a big deal to most folks, but for a 18 year old from a rural town, it almost seemed like more an urban legend or fantasy than something that really existed.
Well, not only was it real, but it was more than I ever dreamed. I drive into the lot, paid my fee (I think it was about three bucks back then) and headed down to the lake. Naked people everywhere! Wow! More guys than girls, but plenty of girls. Man, this was great!
I scanned the area and found a fairly flat spot (the park is fairly rocky) that just happened to have a group of five girls sitting around a cooler soaking up rays without a stitch of clothing on. It didn't take much thinking to figure out where I would make my base.
I set my gym bag, towel and cooler down about ten yards from the girls and quickly became textile free. My enthusiasm over actually being at this Heaven-like place was greater than my concern about being buck naked in front of dozens -- maybe hundreds -- of strangers and my even greater concern of springing a boner in front of these strangers.
Fortunately, as I sat my naked ass down on the towel and cracked a cold Coors Light, I became very comfortable. My sunglasses (the only thing attached to my body) allowed me to check out the girls without being too obvious.
The water was about 20 yards in front of me, and after about half an hour, I decided to get up and take a dip. This would also give me a chance to walk by the girls. I tried to be cool and nonchalant, but my heart was racing. I passed the girls, and they barely seemed to even notice me. I entered the lake, swam around for five or ten minutes, then started to head back to my towel. But I decided to walk a little more slowly this time and see if I could get a reaction from the girls.
I stepped out of the lake and then paused to run my hands through my wet hair. I then walked as slowly as possible back to my towel and actually muttered a weak "hi" to the girls as I passed them.
"Come back here," I heard. I turned around and walked back to where the girls were sunning. The girls were probably in their mid-to-late-20s, which to me made them older women. I walked back and muttered another weak line, something like "how are y'all?"
"We have been doing a little surveying," said one girl, a dark-haired girl whose slightly wide hips didn't match her rather small breasts -- but hey, naked girls are naked girls, and none of them was even close to ugly.
"Surveying?" I asked.
"Yeah. We are talking about shrinkage. We've always heard that when a guy goes into the water, his dick shrinks. But we've watched four guys go into the water and come out, and we haven't seen shrinkage. Is it just a myth?"
So here I am, an 18-year-old country boy standing naked in front of five naked girls asking me about my dick. It was like an out-of-body experience. "Well, it's happened to me when the water is cold."
"How much does it shrink?" she asked, as casually as if she was asking for directions to 7-Eleven.
