The summer came and passed. We were excited to go back to school and have that independence where we didn’t have our parents tracking our every move.

She moved into a one-person dorm room, so I spent nearly every night wit her. The sex was getting better. I was getting better at it.

In September, when we had just gotten back to school, it was our one-year anniversary. Not like we ever spent any time apart anyway, but we decided to spend the whole weekend in each other’s arms and not leave her dorm room.

We had never gotten drunk together before. We figured we’d do that.

So we were able to get a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of wine. And that Friday night we started drinking. Now she was, like, 5’7” and 120 lbs, so she was a lightweight. After a few drinks she was falling all over the place and I was drunk too. And we started getting really frisky. Inhibitions were gone.

We’d always talked about sometime taking sexy pictures and video of us having sex. That night turned out to be the night.