Wow, over 20 years ago (in 1997) i decided to go back and finish college. The Internet was just gasping it's very first breath, but my university had a high-speed connection, and boy-oh-boy...the first two Wetlook websites that i found was messy fun and MK's website (that *specific* website name escapes me at this instant, but if "MK" means nothing to you, then you probably are not reading this story anyways?!?!)

I also started dating Stacy, who although very beautiful was also very insecure. But she was really into me, so I decided to tell her about this really weird interest that I had, (...that i used to think nobody else in the world found interesting?)

Some of the details are hazy. Others are seared into my mind until the day I die. In Raleigh NC, right next to my university is a recreation area called Pullen Park. it has a decent water feature, which has two small and one large pond. If you want, you can rent a paddle boat to ride on that largest pond.

At the back of the large pond they dredged a canal which created a small island. there is also a walking path with two bridges, that allows you to walk to this small island if you are so inclined. This is at the very far (west) end of the park, so not quite as many people find their way back there, (compared to the more crowded areas close to the main entrance and parking lot.)

Stacy was an inch taller than me. Brown hair, brown eyes and high prominent cheekbones (if that matters to anyone?) she was wearing a beige colored casual dress. Buttons all the way down the front. For shoes, she had on a matching pair of classy/casual "flats" to avoid her being more taller than me than she already was! I've added two pictures, Stacy actually look somewhat like the first model...but the dress was solid colored, and was more similar to the one worn by the second model..,.

It was a warm & sunny afternoon. We walked over to the park, after both of our classes had finished. as we walked, we made a little small talk about how the day had gone. But we had also talked about *this*, so I could feel my heart pounding forcefully. Up to this point, i had no idea what she really thought about it. But i wanted to do everything i could in the hope of making this a positive experience for her...

Soon, we reached the walking path that led to the island. And after a few more steps we were crossing one of the bridges that brought us to the island. Now we were here. We casually strolled closer to the water's edge. Now, her voice and words began to show some concern...

S: what if somebody sees us?
Me: i don't see anyone near us right now...

perhaps a random pedestrian might have strolled by at some point?

S: so what are we going to do if we get caught?
Me: we should be fine. It's not like we came with swimsuits and towels. There is no evidence whatsoever that would prove we came here specifically to get wet.

(info) we already had passed more than one conspicuous sign that stated "no swimming" quite clearly!

S: i am afraid to get in trouble...
Me: if it even comes to that, i will take all the blame!
S: are you sure?
Me: yes! Absolutely!

So i think maybe she was expecting me to push her into the water? Thinking back, i think she had gotten herself ready for it, but that was not clear to me back then. So we chatted some more. (and no, my previous dialogue might not have been 100% word for word) and i was beginning to think that maybe neither of us (or at least Stacy) would end up in the water that day...

The channel was formed from concrete. I would guess it to be about 15ft wide, which is what... maybe 5m? (for people who speak metric!)

From a previous solo experience, i knew the depth to be just a little better than waist deep. Not really the best place to push someone in...not if you wanted to see a complete head to toe instant drenching.

Somehow we had sat down, right next to the edge of the water. I think the conversation had just reached the point that i promised to take all the blame if need be. And like i said earlier, she was probably ready for the dunking as soon as we crossed the bridge, and probably she thought she had been beyond obvious that she was ready for it. But like a typical young guy, I did not take any notice of those indications

On the other hand, i think she was completely relishing my contained excitement.

Now 20+ years after the fact, i vaguely recall her saying something like "so maybe we won't get wet after all?" to which I replied "it doesn't really seem like you want too..."

And just as i was making my reply, she cupped her hand and slowly lifted a small scoop of water out of the channel. Idly she gently placed that hand on my shoulder, dampening my shirt. I never thought of it until just now, but this would now be described as "my head exploding" and I'm sure she was enjoying every second of my anticipation...

There we were, sitting right next to the water. I don't exactly recall what might have been said next (or if anything was even "said" actually?) Maybe i playfully said "oh no, you got my shirt wet!"

I stood up, and gently helped her to stand up too. We were embraced in a hug. Maybe i said something like "looks like we are going into the water for sure now" and she replied with "oh no, no no, please. no. please no..."

I gently leaned us out towards the water and I felt Stacy leaning away. I leaned in again, a little farther, and i felt Stacy leaning again toward dry land. But then suddenly, she was leaning with me towards the water. We were falling in together.

a few others have recounted similar events as if they were going in "slow" motion, but for me, this moment was not slow motion.

As I recall, at one instant, i realized we had passed the "tipping" point, and then next instant, we had splashed underwater in the blink of an eye.

An instant ago we had been leaning. Now we were spluttering! A complete head to toe drenching was successfully accomplished! We had tipped over sideways, so it wasn't a regular "hair in the face" dunking...

I probably don't really need to say how her dress was molded to her body, do i? (& i apologize that i don't add a picture here). But yet the thought crosses my mind...even when a lady's clothing might be described as "form fitting" the way a complete drenching results in MORE form fitting. The details underneath...depending on the colour...(the color?)...the type of material, the thickness of material... to be perfectly honest, Stacy's dress didn't turn see-through due to its ribbed knitting.

And then there was her facial expression. A mix of surprise, embarrassment, perhaps a tiny bit of "shock and awe" (years before the term became common place) i can not (in good conscience) provide reliable testimony to any further dialogue!. At most, there might have been my comment "don't worry, i will say i pulled you in, if need be"

Off we walked, back to my dorm room...water dripping, shoes squishing... the trail of wetness behind us... we had a few other wet adventures, but that was the best one that i recall...

Unfortunately, neither of us was quite so good at relationships... On the other had, "wetlook conversion" is something i always consider when i meet someone new...