This is probably going to be a long post. I’ll try my best to offer as much detail as possible as this is my first time speaking about it.
It happened last summer. Every year since I was a teenager, at least once a year, me and my best friend take a bus to outside the city and stay at her mother’s house, who lives near a beach (not providing any specific details, sorry) for a week or so. I’ve been doing this forever, all the way back to when I was 15 and single to now, 28 and married, and never had an issue. As far as I was aware I was a straight, committed person. Things are usually tame and it’s a nice opportunity for me to unwind and recharge my batteries for daily life.