All right, this is actually a true story. It’s one that’s been imprinted into my minds sexual history gallery because when it happened, it was completely unexpected. (first post – a little long)
I was 18 on a family vacation to a summer cabin on the West Coast. My family was meeting our closest friends, including my best friend and my sister’s best friend at the time. This family’s name is the Henderson’s and they were also bringing along the Henderson’s father’s brother (around 35) his fiancé (early 30’s) and the fiancé’s younger sister (around 30) who had a son who was around 7 at the time. So as it goes it was my family in one cabin, the Henderson’s in another, and the Uncle and his fiancé and her sister’s in another.
My parent’s are liberal people, and having just graduated high school, my best friend and myself were considered adults throughout the trip. The older adult’s on this trip loved to party, and wine and beer flowed from the porches to the beach all throughout the early afternoons and into the nights of perfect weather. My best friend and I had access to beer and wine whenever we wanted, and often spent the evenings after the large group dinners lugging hidden beers in our pockets down to the beach. We met a bunch of other young vacationers our age and partied on the beach early into the morning’s aiming to meet girls at the various fires that littered the coastal beach.