At the age of nineteen my best friend invited me and a few other friends to spend the weekend at the lake house she shared with her family. My best friend’s cousin, his boyfriend, the boyfriend’s friend Tom, and another friend of ours were also present.
Tom was a charming man. He was tall and athletic, and I could tell he was hitting me. He used to sit next to me and casually touch my arm while we were sitting together. He would try to strike up a conversation with me while bringing me beverages. I had a feeling that we were going to have a disagreement.
After some smoking, my friend suggested that instead of going swimming, we should all sneak into his room that night. In order to enter the water, we first changed into our bathing suits. It was late at night, and the dim string lights on the dock were the only source of light.
We had some fun for a while. We played a couple rounds of chicken. It was thrilling to have Tom’s head between my legs and his hands on my thighs as I perched on his shoulders. I needed to return home so I could later snoop into his room.