Let’s rewind. It is summertime 2008 and I’m eighteen years old, maybe a month or so after prom. I have a few months before college starts, and it’s been almost two years since I’ve had a boyfriend. I am almost painfully horny. I decide to find someone to help me.
After several days of chatting online, Adam, also eighteen, and I decide to meet up in real life. He’s from a city about 30 minutes from mine, also recently graduated from high school and awaiting college. We go out to a movie and linger at a Denny’s. We make out in the parking lot and agree to go out again later in the week.
We continue to meet, hooking up in our cars, or waiting until one of our houses is empty. We don’t have sex, but still manage to have an excellent time with everything else available on the sexual menu.
One day he lets me know that his parents are going out of town for a church retreat. It means we can have his house all to ourselves for some sinful behavior.