For my first story, it seems only fitting that I relate my first experience in public nudity. This one took place a long time ago now. I don't recall my exact age at the time... upper teens, probably had just turned 18, but still in high school.
A little backstory before we get to the good stuff... At this point in time, I lived in a small, but tightly-packed neighborhood, along with one of my friends. My house was pretty close to the center of the neighborhood, but my friend, Mick, lived at the edge. He had neighbors to the right and directly across the road, but that was it. Behind his house was a small space the landowner used for dumping, and to the left was a large, open area known to us simply as 'the park'. It had a dirt road that cut through the center, a basketball court in the corner closest to Mick's neighbor across the street, a clear patch opposite the dirt road and next to Mick's place that was suitable for playing football or baseball -or any other similar ball games, and a small playground opposite the entrance (comprised of an old metal slide, a few swings, a tire swing, jungle gym, and two of those... I don't know what you call them, they have a seat and handles, and the whole thing is on a large spring that lets you rock back and forth).
The edges of this space nearest the ball-field and by the playground were ringed by a small wood, 50 to 80 feet deep by the playground, with a cornfield on the other side, and significantly deeper past the ball-field, with the dirt road winding off through it from the far corner. The side opposite the cornfield was taken up by Mick's and his neighbor's houses and the little 'dump'; and the remaining side was lined half by more woods (about as deep as the cornfield side before it met the north road into the community) and half by another three houses. I should note that all the houses bordering the park could see into it easily; there were chain link fences and a few trees on the side with three houses, but no other impediments.
On this particular summer night, I'd gotten the okay from my parents to go spend the night over at Mick's place, as a couple other friends were doing the same. A couple guys, a couple girls, and his sister Kris was also having a friend over, so nobody's parents really cared much. The girls didn't show up though, but our friends Jerry and Will did, as well as Kris's friend. But while Kris was sleeping in her room along with her friend, the rest of us had pitched a tent out in the backyard, so it was basically going to be just me and the guys, as well as Mick's brother Pat. Which wasn't a big deal for us - I wasn't into any of the guys, and they all knew it.
We passed the evening uneventfully. We'd all eaten dinner before we'd arrived, sat in the living room playing video games until Mick's parents kicked us out of the house, played kickball or something until it got too dark to see very well, then dragged a bunch of dead sticks and treebranches up from the dump and played at swordfighting until we'd broken most of them and we were yelled at to be quiet and go to bed. Of course we didn't. But we pretended to, at least for a little while. We filed into the tent and quietly chatted and used flashlights to read comic books and giggled like girls over a smutty romance novel somebody had checked out from the library, and subsequently taken a highlighter to all the Adult passages. A while later we snuck out, listened beneath the parents' window until we were certain they were asleep, and wandered around looking for things to occupy ourselves. Peeked into a few windows, tapped on a few less before running away, continued our swordfights at the far corner of the park where we wouldn't be overheard... I don't remember much of what else we did. Ended up wandering back to the tent. Pat crawled in and fell asleep while the rest of us milled about, trying to figure out something to do.
I forget who came up with the idea, but somebody suggested Truth or Dare. I know, not the greatest idea to play with a bunch of boys, but we were sooo bored. Nobody picked truth, we all knew each other pretty well, nobody really had any secrets worth telling, it was boring. The dares started off pretty tame; go knock on Kris's window without being spotted, go alone to do the same to a neighbor's window, eat tree bark, whatever. Each one escalating slightly beyond the one before it, as the game tends to go. I think Mick had to poke an unfriendly dog down the street with a stick, somebody else had to throw a rock at the house of an old lady none of the neighborhood kids liked, and so on.
Inevitably, we started coming to the risqué dares. First, Jerry dared me to drop my pants. Initially I said no, but of course that drew a series of complaints and taunts from all of them, especially so because I'd refused an earlier dare. You probably know the deal: "come on, it's just a game", "why are you even playing if you're not going to do it?" accusations of being a wuss or chicken, being double-dared and double-dog-dared, and so on. Eventually, I gave in and did it. Red-faced, I undid my jeans (I still wore jeans back then. Girl clothes, even) and, as quickly as I could, I pushed them down just below my knees, then pulled them right back up. Even that got complaints though. They said it wasn't good enough, or that it barely counted. I was indignant enough to get them to grudgingly accept it though, and we moved on. As it turned out, they didn't end up letting it go.
