Tree House pt 1

Over the summer, my freshman friend Colt and I had literally no plans. We both had money left from previous summer jobs and didn’t feel at all like working again. Colt was going into his sophomore year and I was heading into my senior year. This was our summer to relax and enjoy what little time I had left before I went away to college, and the little time Colt had before he would be sucked into Advanced Placement and pre-college coursework.

So we ended up getting talked into building a tree house. I know it sounds immature and a little bit childish for our age group, but we had plans. It was intended for his little brother, but both of us could imagine building some colossal superstructure out of plywood and nails, capable of housing our weed. Plus, his dad had given us an almost unlimited budget. So for the next two months we built our crazy tree for the lack of a better purpose in life.

I was still managing to keep my sexual exploitations secret. Tyler was long gone from New York and Will was split between his girlfriend and me. Mainly, we just had intercourse whenever Will felt the desire. I was essentially his bitch, which lately had started to make me feel down because I really liked him and he obviously was too traditional to overcome the necessity of an acceptable FEMALE girlfriend.

It was easy to hide this type of thing from Colt because he was a freshman when I met him. Even as friends, he was intimidated by my age and seniority so it wasn’t like any socializing was happening among my group of friends and him. In fact, from the start, I tried to tell myself that I really only wanted to be friends with him, but the reality overtook me. I was desperate. I would fuck anything, no matter how it affected me socially. I was loosing my grip on reality and covertness and lately had been blatantly throwing signals out to anybody, especially Colt.

Before we ever had the platform up for the tree-house, Colt and I were struggling every day to get boards in the right place.