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Dim evening light splits the sycamore trees. Water shimmers. Becky, Bonnie, Sandy, all of them laughing, tipsy on wine coolers. They know they’ve got the magic that will carry them through life. Bare skin, goosebumps, all *** and legs. They run into the water, splashing, shrieking, the sun dripping into the horizon. I strip, hands sticky with beer, heart hammering, nervous, alive. We swim slow, bob up and down, breathe, girls worried about fish and water snakes. Bonnie grabs me under the water. “Hey girls, somebody likes what they see.” As darkness wraps us in the blanket of youth, my eyes strain to see ******* and little patches of hair. Sandy’s 8-track blares Freebird from her old Monte Carlo. Those three guitars wailing, endless. Conquering heroes emerge from the same lake I used to catch bass in. The water swallows our secrets, our first awakenings. I suggest we stay naked and build a bonfire. The girls just laugh and pull on their jeans, don’t comprehend that this moment will stay with me forever.
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Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 9:46 AM UTC
Under the 8-Track Night
Dim evening light splits the sycamore trees. Water shimmers. Becky, Bonnie, Sandy, all of them laughing, tipsy on wine coolers. They know they’ve got the magic that will carry them through life. Bare skin, goosebumps, all *** and legs. They run into the water, splashing, shrieking, the sun dripping into the horizon. I strip, hands sticky with beer, heart hammering, nervous, alive. We swim slow, bob up and down, breathe, girls worried about fish and water snakes. Bonnie grabs me under the water. “Hey girls, somebody likes what they see.” As darkness wraps us in the blanket of youth, my eyes strain to see ******* and little patches of hair. Sandy’s 8-track blares Freebird from her old Monte Carlo. Those three guitars wailing, endless. Conquering heroes emerge from the same lake I used to catch bass in. The water swallows our secrets, our first awakenings. I suggest we stay naked and build a bonfire. The girls just laugh and pull on their jeans, don’t comprehend that this moment will stay with me forever.
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59/M/Clear Lake
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 9:46 AM UTC
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