Chronic, not alone

"Well, the first time happened while I was in gym class," you say. "I was 18 in high school, and my best friend and crush were all in the same class. I was showering with my friend, Chrissie, when the fire alarm went off."

"I see," the therapist says, taking notes. "What happened then?"

"Well, I threw on my towel and went outside with everyone else," you say. "A lot of the guys and girls from both classes were in gym, so a lot of people were in the shower. Most of us came out only in towels. We went out through the fire escape route and out by the back of the school."

You take a deep breath as you remember. "Well, I was the last one coming out, and the door slammed shut on my towel. The damn thing got pulled off me and I couldn't get it back out. The class turned around and saw me naked. Some of them laughed at me."

"Did that give you self-esteem issues?" The therapists asked.

"Not really," you say. "I think it was more at the situation, because some of them also whistled at me and said I looked hot. I noticed my crush, Jacob, was staring at me like he never saw a naked woman before."

You straighten yourself on the couch. "That's when it got weird. Chrissie rushed to me and stood in front of me to block the class's view. She even opened her towel to keep me hidden, but then I wound up seeing her basically flash me. Jacob came up offering to help, but Chrissie told him to get lost."

Your voice trembles as you remember the moment. "Then, this huge gust of wind came out of nowhere and blew over the whole class. The girls and guys were having trouble keeping their towels. When it hit, Chrissie lost her grip on her own and it blew away, leaving her as naked as me. Jacob wasn't even holding onto his; it was tied loosely around his waist. The wind was so hard, it blew his off too."

"So, that meant you, your best friend, and your crush were all naked in front of the class?" The therapist asks.

"Yeah," you say. "The guys and girls were all cheering. They really liked what they saw. I was too embarrassed and covered myself as best I could. So did Jacob. Chrissie was just pissed and tried to block me again with her arms, even though this meant everyone could see her naked."

"Was that the end of it?" The therapist asks.

You begin to smile as you reminisce. "No. After the fire drill, we were let back inside with a teacher's help. She said she felt bad for us and allowed us to go home after being embarrassed. We went back to the showers to finish up."

You feel yourself sink into the couch. "And that's when Chrissie dragged Jacob into the girls' locker room with us. I had no idea what she was planning until she pushed me and Jacob together. Our heads came together and we kissed. I was embarrassed, but he went along with it. We started making out and feeling each other up."

The therapist looks up from her notes. "So, your best friend initiated a sexual encounter between you and your crush?"

"Yeah," you say dreamily. "And she wasn't done. She occasionally broke in to stroke Jacob's dick or shove his face in her breasts. At one point, she even kissed me and groped my ass. I didn't even know she was into girls! And before that day, I didn't know I was either!"

You let out a happy sigh. "We ended up having an amazing threesome in the locker room. Then we changed into our clothes and drove back home. Chrissie got us into a group chat and wouldn't stop gushing about the whole thing."

The therapist jots down some more notes. "If I may, it seems you are quite happy with this memory."

"Yeah, I guess I am," you say. "It started off embarrassing, but then turned into one of the best days of my life. I got my crush as my boyfriend, and my best friend wanted to join our relationship."

"It seems odd you are here to discuss something you are happy about," the therapist says.

"Well, my family doesn't think it's a healthy thing to be excited about," you say. "They keep calling me traumatized and that I'm 'projecting' to cope with the shame."

"I see," the therapist says. "And, at the beginning, you mentioned this was the first time?"

"Yes," you say, preparing to remember. "The first time the three of us were naked in public."