The moment lasted for only a few minutes, but can’t say it didn’t leave years of memories in its wake.
Lynne was the most sexually aggressive girl, let alone high school girl, I’d ever met. Piercing gray eyes, tall thin body with killer hips, and straight blonde hair that acted like her bodyguard. You couldn’t touch her, but she could do whatever she wanted. She had a god complex and a hyper energy that was offputting to some, taking the ones who expected her personality to match her physique by surprise. My more combative friends would give her the fight and drama she always seemed to crave, and pushed back against her constant poking at their patience. They either earned her respect or made her shit list.
Being teased by the cute Swedish girl was something every high school senior dreamt of, but not in the sense of being punched in the arm, called names, and pranked. Lynne once fully pantsed me in the school weight room and accidentally caught my underwear in the crossfire. Luckily, I had an overly large shirt on so my bare ass and penis weren’t that visible (and I don’t think anyone was looking), but that was enough to make her break character and profusely apologize. I brushed it off coolly and laughed as I always did after telling her to chill out. I don’t remember Lynne ever having a steady boyfriend, just unattached sex stories with people I don’t know, some of them other girls.