Just how all summer love stories begin, it was a hot, July night when I had the most exciting sexual experience of my life. It was the night of my 19th birthday, and I was looking forward to the bittersweet year of underage drinking and responsibility. I had just gotten off from work. My shorts were clinging to my sweaty thighs, and I was thirsty for a cold beverage. I showered and put on a simple outfit, a shirt and a skirt, and got ready for a night at the bar. My three best friends and I piled into a friend’s car who would not be attending the festivities for that night. We entered the bar and were immediately enclosed in hot, sticky air. The music drifted in and out and the DJ surprised me with a happy birthday announcement.
The night got rowdier and the clock ticked towards 3 a.m. The friends I came with had a cab waiting outside, but I was still eager to take on my newfound nineteen years of experience. I had been talking to one of my guy friends for a long time, and when talking no longer became talking, our lips enmeshed. We decided to leave the humid bar and go for a long walk on the beach, romantic right? We walked down to the water. Waves crashed upon the shore, and against our better judgement, we decided to go swimming. The water ran cool down my body and I felt a cool breeze skimming my thighs, and goosebumps began to appear on my legs. I looked down and realized I was bare below my waist. A chill trickled down my spine. I tried to recall how I couldn’t have noticed that I lost my skirt during my swim. My male companion and I searched the beach for nearly an hour looking for them, but we knew that they were long gone. Luckily, my partner for the night was tall and gave me his shirt which extended down just above my knees.
The clock ticked closer to 4 a.m. and we decided that our night of spontaneous adventure was over. We both had work in a few hours and we were both exhausted. We tried calling a cab, but none were running until 6 a.m. We agreed to walk the 96 blocks home. The walk became tremendously boring. We were still damp from the water and our bodies were tired from dancing all night. As the sun peaked we passed a picnic table that was next to a concession stand on the boardwalk. My mind, numb by the cold and the lack of conversation, quickly turned to him and confidently asked, “Wanna do it here?”
The rest of the morning was spent eagerly picking strange, and just wrong, places to have sex. Locations ranged from the picnic table, to the beach, to the elementary school basketball court and almost (we decided that we had some morals) in close proximity to a place of worship. It was like being on a road trip and holding the map in your hands and picking out the most famous and interesting places to visit. We were more than halfway done with our walk home when the sun was fully risen and illuminated light on our situation; we still had at least 30 more blocks to go and I was still not wearing pants. We decided to end our adventure and get a cab home. Goodbyes were exchanged as I exited the taxi and walked into my house. As I entered my quiet and empty house, I smiled, then cringed, thinking about all the public places my butt had come into personal contact with. I immediately got into the shower and washed the night away.