The following is fiction. I do not condone unsafe sex, so take this as mere fantasy, for that is what it is.
There it is, that old beech tree. I haven't been back here in well over a year. But, my last memories of this place, like most passionate, life-changing events, are vivid enough to have been yesterday. I can still feel the abrasions that marked my chest for days after.
I realize I’m the only freshman girl and the youngest member of the cross-country team, but Jesus. I’ll be nineteen in the spring, so I’m not a kid any more. Oh, I expected some hazing. In fact, I didn’t even mind it that much when they told me I’d have to hand out towels in the boys locker room the first week of practice…naked. I just wrapped a towel around me. When they argued, I said I was naked under the towel and they needed to be more specific next time.