This happened several summers ago when I was still living in my childhood home with my parents.

I was 17. One random weekends, my parents went away for a few days without taking me with them, which

was pretty much unheard of. They're the kind of people who are always at home, constantly keeping

the house in order and rarely ever taking time away for themselves. In all my years living there,

I couldn't remember a single time they'd ever gone away together like that. Naturally, I decided to take advantage of the

rare opportunity, and I invited over MJ, my girlfriend at the time, to spend the weekend. It felt like a

once-in-a-lifetime chance to have the house to myself without any interruptions. MJ had this

playful, devious side to her that made every moment feel a little more exciting than it

should have been. Admittedly, that's one of the reasons why we didn't work out, but I'm not going to

open that can of worms right now. Knowing her, I should have been able to predict what was going to

happen that night. As soon as she saw my heated pool glowing away in the backyard, her eyes lit up

with a spark of mischief. She told me we should

skinny dip, grinning like it was the most obvious idea in the world. I told her my neighbors would

see, but she pestered me and made the very good point that we'd probably never get the chance again.

We had gone swimming many times, but had never done something that devious before.

At least I hadn't.

I was always the well-behaved, polite kid growing up.

Even now, I sometimes scold myself for being too nice.

Anyway, it took a lot of convincing for me to agree, but MJ had a way about her.

Her enthusiasm was contagious, and before long, we were in the pool,

laughing and splashing under the night sky. It was actually a really romantic moment,

as cheesy as that sounds. The water was warm against the cool summer air, and everything felt

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