I thought I was alone.
It was late, the house quiet, the soft hum of the fan the only sound. I was sprawled on my bed, wearing nothing but a silk robe, fingers lazily circling my c**t.
I wasn’t trying to be loud. But I was needy. Horny. Restless.
And then I heard it.
A soft creak.
My eyes darted to the corner of the room. And there he was half-hidden in the shadows, standing by my open closet door.
Jason.
Nineteen. My neighbor’s son. The boy I used to babysit.
Except he wasn’t a boy anymore.
He was shirtless. Breathing hard. His jeans slightly unzipped. And his eyes? Glued to my cunt like he’d been watching for a while.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t move.
I spread my legs wider.
“Enjoying the show?” I asked, voice low and teasing.
His lips parted. “You knew?”
“Since you were hidi
