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Summer before college means you have to run wild, right? Well, that’s what I did.
July after senior year. He was the ex of my close friend’s friend (a crazy bitch, might I add). I had met him at a party earlier in the summer, where a guy jokingly predicted we were going to hook up that night. Even thought it didn’t happen, can someone say foreshadowing?
We had spent all morning together at the local zoo with a few people, where a great amount of flirting and hand holding was involved. We had been texting for some time since the day we met, and the attraction was quite obvious.
After the zoo, we ended up day drinking on the lake at my best friend’s house as usual. It was a typical, crazy teenage summer day: blacking out on his shoulder after too much Smirnoff and lemonade while in the middle of the lake on a boat. Completely normal.
As the late afternoon went on, he had to drive his friend back home. By no surprise, my drunk self decided it was a great idea to grab ahold of his neck and forcefully make out with him. In front of everyone. He luckily reciprocated, and everyone started cheering (yeah summer!!!). Eventually he came back while we were all sitting by the bonfire drinking some Natty Light. I had sobered up some by this point, but was still intoxicated to the point where I had no inhibitions whatsoever.
I sat in his lap by the fire, where he got jealous of me texting another guy. Everyone was in their own conversations, so we decided to take our’s elsewhere. And guess where that magical place would be?
The pontoon boat.
So, there we were. On the corner seat (terrible idea, it was curved) of the boat, wildly having sex with all of our close friends just a couple feet away. Honestly, it was incredible. He knew exactly what to do, and it was some of the best sex I have had to this day.
We finished, took a quick post-sex selfie, then smoked cigarettes and talked about life with the moon hanging above the lake. Quite romantic, despite what bad things we had just done.
The rest of the group then decided to go swimming. Two of my friends thought climbing onto the anchored boat to get back to shore was a good idea. All they did was laugh and walk past our naked, chain smoking selves. We both got dressed and eventually went back inside, covered in hickeys and scratches. He went home, and I spent the rest of the night gossiping with my girlfriends.
Then morning came and everyone had found out, including his crazy ex and our mutual friend. Drama then ensued, naturally. But, college was approaching, so who cared?
Not to mention, my best friend’s dad found the condom wrapper on the boat the next day. Her cousin took the blame. We remain great friends (with some benefits) to this day now, and even had sex again the following week at his house in broad daylight while his whole entire family was home. But that’s a story for another time.
— Female, 17, United States