NOTE: THIS IS PARTLY WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF AI


Emma looked at the sweltering sun outside her window. Today was the first weekend of April, and the opening of the outdoors public swimming pool. Emma always looked forward to that event - there was always a price offered to the girls that jumped in fully clothed, and Emma's guilty pleasure was seeing the girls that took the plunge climb out in their soaking wet clothes - and sometimes jump back in - afterwards.
She got out of bed and walked over to the mirror. Emma had nothing to be ashamed of - a slender, fit body, large firm breasts, a firm butt, a shaved ***** that was still slightly wet from her usual morning self-care ritual, long blonde hair in a loose ponytail, piercing blue eyes, the face of a goddess and a seducing smile. Despite having just turned 17, she could easily pass for being in her 20s.
She got in the shower, brushed her teeth, then grinned naughtily and went into the kitchen for a naked breakfast - knowing her mother had already gone for work. While she ate, Emma made her decision - this time she wouldn't just be a spectator - she'd take the plunge and jump in the pool fully clothed herself!
Finishing her breakfast, Emma got back to her room. She started thinking of which clothes would be best to put on for such an occasion. In the end she picked out a black knee-length skirt and a green polo shirt. She decided to forego underwear, as she figured it might make swimming easier, and get her more attention. She left the polo shirt unbuttoned, to offer a hint of her cleavage. She started bending down to put on her well-worn ballerinas, but figured it would be better to swim without them. Besides, she much preferred going barefoot anyway. As she walked outside, she put on her sunglasses and smiled at the world.
Emma only followed the speech of the swimming club foreman with half an ear, savouring the attention from her surroundings while scanning the area for girls she saw as potential candidates to jump in.
Then the challenge for jumping in fully clothed was issued. Surprisingly, it seemed only two other girls were willing to take the plunge this year. They both looked her own age, the dark-skinned one, whose name she learnt was Suraya, was wearing a pair of white trainers, a denim skirt and a red short-sleeved top and black bra, while the one at the farthest was a very good-looking redhead whose name Emma learnt was Margaret, she had kicked off her shoes, and wore white capri pants and a flanell shirt. As the two other girls got ready, Emma got in place beside them, gave her name, and prepared for her first wet experience.
The two other girls already having jumped in, Emma drew her breath, took a step forward, and threw herself into the pool. Feeling the sensation of her wet clothes, Emma quickly surfaced and looked around. A couple of young boys jumped in and started splashing around, and she saw the girl named Suraya heading towards the ladder to get out, with Margaret also surfacing not too far from her.
Margaret smiled at Emma and said it was cool to see more people jump in. Emma, still getting used to the feeling of being in the water fully clothed, said yeah, it was. Margaret told Emma she too had been at the event as a spectator the past couple of years, having made her decision to jump in every year, but chickened out at the last minute. But this time she had persevered. Suraya had coincidentally been standing beside Margaret, and had just smiled and said sure when Margaret asked if she would join her.
Suraya had climbed out of the pool, collected her reward, and then seemingly disappeared, probably just doing it for the fun and the money. Margaret and Emma swam over to the ladder, Emma's heart started beating a little faster as Margaret climbed up first, and her wet white capris hinted clearly that Margaret wasn't wearing underwear either.
Margaret grabbed Emma's hand and dragged her up. Emma stood up, and noticed that her soaking wet clothing wasn't hiding much, her nipples could clearly be made out through the wet polo shirt, and her wet skirt only served to bring further attention to her firm butt, and offering a wee hint of her *****. Emma felt both aroused and slightly embarrassed. Margaret ran off to fetch her price, then came back, waving the banknotes and smiling at Emma.

As Emma went to fetch her own price, Margaret went over to the trainers she had discarded before she jumped, making a motion to put them on. But she hesitated as she grabbed the trainers, getting a look of mischief in her face. "It's kinda silly to wear dry trainers when my clothes are wet, isn't it?". Emma, coming back with her price, just looked, unsure of Margaret's next move, she supposed she might dip her trainers into the pool to wet those as well? Margaret made a motion suggesting that that was exactly what she intended to do, but then she noticed that Emma still was barefoot, and in fact didn't seem to have any shoes with her at all. Margaret hesitated for a while, then she suddenly with a laugh threw the trainers into a dumpster by the pool. "Shoes are overrated anyway," she smiled at Emma.
"Are you going home?" Margaret asked. "I wanna jump back in, are you joining?" Emma's heart was nearing the speed of an express train, and she had to really make an effort to hide her excitement and arousal as she jumped back in right after Margaret. The two giggled and laughed, splashed at each other, and played around like two eight-year olds on their first beach vacation. As they started to get cold, they climbed out and sat down for a while at the edge.
Emma couldn't help take a closer look at Margaret, especially as her wet clothes served to put more attention to her body shape. Margaret had a slender but muscular body, hinting she might have done a lot of dancing or horseback riding, her D-cup breasts catched the envy even of the well-equipped Emma, and her butt and legs looked firm and fit as well. Margaret also wore her fiery red hair in a loose ponytail, had the same piercing blue eyes as Emma, and the freckles that dotted her face gave the already pretty face just the one special thing it needed to really stand out.
Emma commented that Margaret had thrown away her shoes. Margaret just laughed, said it was just an old pair, it didn't matter much. Besides, when she noticed Emma was barefoot and hadn't brought any shoes, she decided she'd go barefoot as well. Emma asked Margaret if she still wanted to go home, or if they could take a walk into town instead?
Emma and Margaret walked around for a while, both savouring the attention their wet clothes and bare feet gave them. Emma asked Margaret to tell her about herself. Margaret, it turned out, was a bit younger than Emma, not turning 17 until October. She had indeed spent most of her life horseback riding, even owned her own horse, named Cinnamon. Emma got envious, as most girls, Emma had been crazy about horses when she was about 10 onwards, but had to give up the hobby around 14-15, simply not able to afford it anymore. The downside of being a child of a single mother, she sadly realized. Emma asked if Margaret had any other animals, and she smiled as she mentioned her German Shepherd Sheeba, the joy of her life. Emma smiled and thought of her own best friend Pogo that waited for her at home.
"Your turn", Margaret said.
Emma started telling Margaret of her (in her own eyes) boring life in comparison. Her mother had given birth to her when she was only 18, and it hadn't always been easy to be the child of a very young single mother. But she figured she had had a good childhood when all came to all. Emma sighed a bit of bad conscience when she thought of the sacrifices her mother must have done for her, and her own rebellious attitude in return. Margaret gave Emma an understanding look, which almost brought tears in Emma's eyes. Emma then asked Margaret if this was her first time swimming fully clothed too, recalling what she had said about wanting to jump in at the previous year's pool openings as well. Margaret said it had started when she was 14, her boyfriend had pushed her in the water just for fun, and that's when she had discovered the sensation of being in the water with her clothes on. She had done it a few times since, but today was the first time she had dared to do it in front of lots of people.

In the end, both girls decided they had to go home. Emma got a little curious about what Margaret's parents would say to her wet clothes and lack of shoes? Margaret giggled and said she'd come up with some sort of excuse. Emma smiled, already beginning the cherish her new companionship with this strange, lively girl. In the end, the two parted ways, and Emma set off on her way home.
Emma contemplated going into the river for another fully-clothed swim, but decided against it as she was getting hungry and wanted to go home to have lunch. As she ventured homewards, she heard someone on a bike approach her, shouting "hey Nordic Princess!". Emma had gotten the nickname from someone in her history class as they learned about Norway and the Vikings, due to her blue eyes, blonde hair and good looks. It had really embarrassed her, but the nickname had stuck, and she still blushed whenever someone used it, this time being no exception. She saw that the boy on the bike was Phil, a childhood friend she had known since kindergarten, but didn't have much contact with anymore. He commented on how cute Emma was when she blushed, causing her to turn completely red, hide her face in her hands and look down. Why did boys ALWAYS do this?
Phil laughed, then gazed at her wet clothes and bare feet, gestured towards the river and asked if she had fallen in and lost her shoes? Emma, still highly embarrassed, just giggled and said yes, yes she had, not feeling like disclosing the true reason. Phil smiled, got on his bike again, winked at her and said "you should fall in the river more often", then rode away. Emma thought she was going to die of embarrassment.
As her embarrassment finally dissippated, Emma continued on her way home. On her way down the path to her house, she heard a playful bark, and saw Pogo come running at her, wagging his tail. She smiled and kneeled down, allowed Pogo to lick her face, and gave him a good cuddle. Then they ran together down to the house as fast as Emma was able to with her bare feet.
Pogo ran into the garden to play, Emma felt her hunger, and went inside to make lunch. In the hallway her embarrassment slightly flared up again as she noticed the couple of small stains on the hallway rug. They were remnants of the early morning after the school Christmas Party, when Emma had come home totally trashed drunk and puked in the hallway. Her mother couldn't help bringing it up, Emma wished she'd let it go.
Emma quickly finished her lunch, then went into the bathroom and threw her wet skirt and polo shirt in the hamper. She then went into her room and lay down on the bed. As she went through all that had happened, and her newfound enjoyment for being in the water with her clothes on, her hand almost as guided by nature found its way into her *****. Emma sighed in pleasure and let the world disappear in euphoria. As she came with a euphoric roar, she was glad her mother wasn't at home. Emma recalled the one time her mother had caught her masturbating. She still had no idea who had been most embarrassed, but her mother had never mentioned the event again. At least she would now knock on the door first...

Emma was brought out of her reverie by Pogo's playful barks from outside, and eventually got up from her bed. She naughtily played with the idea of going into the garden naked, but in the end found a pair of tracksuit pants and a simple grey t-shirt in her locker, then went out to spend some quality time with her four-legged best friend. Eventually, Emma heard her mother's voice from within the house, she had arrived home without Emma noticing, declaring that dinner was ready. As Emma sat down, her mother asked her about the pool opening, which she knew Emma had longed to attend. Emma told her it had been fun, but made no mention that she had jumped in herself, hoping her mother wouldn't notice the wet garments in the bathroom hamper. The rest of the evening went fairly uneventfully, Emma mostly spent her time cuddling Pogo and playing computer games, until she realized how late it was, and threw off her clothes before going to bed where she masturbated herself to sleep.