I had known him for several years, mainly because he was a friend of my parents and had a daughter my age.
We had rarely been alone together or talked one on one, but on my end I always felt some tension. I’d had thoughts about older men for a while and eventually it got to the point where I’d pull up photos of him from Facebook before touching myself.
I’m sure he sensed something was off. Our families went on a vacation together and rented a house several months after I had turned 18. I hadn’t seen him in a while and after all my time thinking about him I was definitely excited, hoping I could make something happen.
The first half of the week was pretty normal, he brushed up against me a few times and touched my shoulders but nothing too blatant. The real change came when we were in the pool together. I was on his end, trying to nonchalantly get close to him. He moved behind me but surprised me by pulling me back a little while he did, right up against his swim trunks. He did that a few times, putting his hands on my stomach instead of shoulders eventually.