My name is Sarah, and at 30, I've got my life pretty sorted. Single, independent, with a cozy little house in the suburbs that I bought after ditching my asshole ex two years ago. No kids, no drama, just me and my vibrator on lonely nights. But lately, those lonely nights have been spiced up by fantasies about the kid next door. His name's Jake, 20 years old, fresh out of community college, and built like he spends half his life at the gym. Tall, broad shoulders, messy brown hair that falls over those piercing blue eyes, and a smile that makes my knees weak every time he waves from his backyard.
We've been flirting for months. Nothing overt, just those little moments. Me in my bikini sunbathing by the pool, him "accidentally" glancing over the fence while mowing the lawn. I'd catch him st
