He Was 18, She Was 16
He navigated his boat to a secluded beach on the Back Bay. He anchored, and then they played in the water like dolphins. Afterwards, she spread out their special blanket, the one with a picture of a Seminole Indian in the middle, the emblem of Florida State University. They rubbed lotion on each other, and laid in the sun. They were together, and that was enough.
When the sun started to set, he cruised back to her house where they both showered and changed. She spread out the garnet and gold blanket again, this time on the luxuriant grass at the outskirts of her backyard, away from prying eyes. They laid there, looking up at the stars, shoulders touching, linked by pinky fingers. He was barefoot, bare chested, wearing only jeans, smelling of Irish Spring soap. She was barefoot, wearing a yellow summer dress, smelling of hazelnut shampoo.
"Micah, what are you thinking?"
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