Now that I look back at it, my first sexual encounter was probably a bit questionable.
But 18 year old me didn’t care.
I had a very nice neighbor named Linda who was a divorced lady with no offspring that lived alone. I actually remember feeling sorry for her. She was in her 40’s.
She would drive me to school or give me a lift if she saw me walking home.
I would do garden work for her in return.
Once I spent the vast majority of a Sunday pulling weeds out of her garden beds and trimming her lawn.
She invited me in for a glass of water but I politely declined, telling her that I needed to go home for a shower.
She offered me a towel and said I could use her shower. I felt so comfortable in her company, I didn’t think anything of it, grabbed the towel and went into the bathroom to clean up.