Maddie was a good girl. Most of the time. She did her homework, ate her veggies, and listened to her parents. But she sometimes did something quite unladylike.
At eighteen years old, she lived in a house near the outskirts of town, a small town in Central Ontario. A creek ran behind it, meandering through a wood, bushes and other undergrowth dotting its surroundings. It was a place that Maddie often liked coming to when she wanted to be alone. To think, or do...other things.
One day in late May, Maddie was the first home after high school. Her parents were both still at work, and she decided to relish the time she had alone. She went into her room, reached under her purple sundress, and slid off her lacy pink panties. Throwing them into the hamper, she enjoyed the feeling of freeness for a second before opening a drawer, reaching in, and then grabbing and putting on a pair of cheap white underwear. It came in six packs and wasn't very cute, but it was inexpensive, and with any luck, she would be the only one who would ever have to see it, and even then only for the next few hours.
Maddie skipped to the back door and went out of her house, humming happily. She jogged the short distance to the woods, and sighed in contentment when she saw the stream. Rolling over rocks and boiling in small crevices, it was a sight to behold, a thing that you could watch for hours and never see exactly the same surface twice. And that was the thing that Maddie was going to desecrate. She shivered in anticipation.
Removing her penny loafers and socks, she waded in. The cold water lapped at her feet, and she had to resist the urge to just hop right back out. Instead, she began to succumb to a different one.
