*I’m happily married to someone else now, but I had cause to write a short version of this for an AskReddit thread at one point and have wanted to expand on it ever since. First time post and all that jazz. Skip to the bold part if you hate lead-up.*
*And yes, before you post it, I know this was stupid, luckily nothing bad came from it. It was super hot, even if it was also super dumb.*
In my late 20s, I moved to a town in the South for a job, and not knowing anyone there, turned to Meetup to connect with people. One of the trips was a lake outing, where I met a lovely young woman I’ll call Jay.
Jay was around 5’4″, with bottle-red hair and a blinding 1000-watt smile; despite her usually-male name, her womanly curves were at least D-cups and were putting some serious strain on her yellow one-piece. As attractive as she was, her personality was the real reason I took notice of Jay that morning: she was a devious flirt, wickedly smart, and enjoyed all forms of wordplay – all of which are candles to my moth.