We’ve always been close with the neighbors and have watched their kids grow up, especially their son who developed into quite the athlete and strapping young man. He’s a football player in his freshman year at college. He has a great body and I couldn’t help checking him out doing yard work shirtless while I’d be out sunbathing or working in my garden.
We decided to have a backyard campfire and invited the neighbors over for drinks and marshmallows like always and I realized to my delight that he was home for the weekend. We had a great night by the fire drinking and shooting the breeze while I did my best to catch his eye as the evening went on. A coy smile here, an ever so enticing adjustment of my tight vneck T-shirt there, and the conversation came easy.
Eventually my husband went inside and crashed out and his parents called it a night as well. Alone with each other and an awkward silence, I asked him if he wanted to get high and look at the stars and he was down. I made it a point to hold onto and caress his hand a little as we passed the pipe back forth. I leaned in as we chatted and giggled. I could tell he was nervous. I knew he wanted me and my heart raced as I began.