Chapter 1

“So how was your date last night? Did this one get past second base?” My long-time friend Nicole questioned with a judgmental glare.

“He was fine. I don’t think I’ll go out with him again though, we don’t have a lot in common and it seems like he’s not over his ex-wife quite yet,” I timidly answered before sipping my latte.

“Maybe he’s not the only one still hung up over his ex. It’s been almost a year now, you should move on, Ellie,” Nicole lectured while shaking her head at me lovingly.

I sighed and nodded in agreement. She was right, 9 months had passed since my divorce from Connor. We had been married for just over 15 years and raised two beautiful kids together until he asked for a separation. He claimed things were stale and he needed a change, I was so hurt and shocked It seemed to come out of the blue. But after much reflection the signs were there, I just chose to ignore them. So now here I am, 38, almost 40, single and alone, things couldn’t get any worse.

“You know what? You just need to have a no-strings, no-emotional attachment hook-up with some random guy. It will help you move on and really boost your confidence, Babe,” Nicole urged, grinning mischievously.

“Oh god! I’m not that kind of woman. I have teenagers at home,” I protested, giggling at the thought of bedding some random man.

“Oh come on, a girl at work told me it really helped with her divorce. I know you must be feeling the itch as well, your sex toy can only help so much,” she accused.

“Oh boy, I think you just want me to live out your fantasies, Nic.”

“Of course! If I were in your shoes, single, hot, and gorgeous, I’d have a bit of fun ... or a lot of fun,” she laughed.

“I’m not hot! I’m a middle-aged single mother of two.”

“Geez, you must not own a mirror. You’re a yummy mummy. Blonde, busty, curvy, face like an angel. Trust me, guys want to fuck you.” Nicole tried to hammer home.

I giggled and waved her off, of course, I didn’t think I was ugly, but hot was a stretch, especially with how I dressed these days in mostly comfy sweats to hide the extra pounds.

“You know, I was asking Matt which one of my friends he would like us to have a threesome with. He said you. He also let slip that a few work friends were asking about you from last month’s barbecue we had.”

“Christ! You guys are crazy. Stop bringing me into your sex talks and don’t set me up again, I can get my own dates, thank you,” I snapped back.

“It’s just couples talk, but if you ever agree to it, Matt would be really happy, he wants to do dirty things to your tits,” Nicole confessed giggling.

“OH MY GOD! Please stop,” I shouted with annoyance.

“Okay, Okay, I’m sorry, Babe. But think about what I said. A hot rebound fuck would help you a lot, I actually believe it. Just sign up for Tinder or something, guys will be all over you.” she said with a cheeky wink.

“I’ll think it over if you never tell me what Matt wants to do to my tits again.”

“Deal! And just to make it up to you, I’ll pay for our coffees.”

“Thank you.” I smiled.

Back home sitting on my lounge watching soaps, Nicole’s wild suggestions crept into my head. It didn’t help that the main character of this TV show was going through the same thing I was. Divorced and middle-aged. But unlike me, she was finding single life much more freeing. Dating guy after guy both young and old, getting into all sorts of naughty situations.

“Maybe I should just try it once, Connor was only the second man I’d been with, I didn’t have a lot of experience and our sex life wasn’t very adventurous like Nicole’s and Matt’s. It was one of the reasons he gave for wanting a divorce, ugh. But still, I wasn’t that type of girl with how I was brought up in a catholic home.

Debating with myself over these muddy thoughts was starting to take a toll, I had to get up and keep my mind occupied with other things. I had a messy house caused by teenagers to clean, that’s what was important, not my sexual needs or fantasies. I’m 38 for god’s sake, not a hormone-riddled teenager.

The Mum duties worked like a charm and before too long, it was time to pick up the kids from school. I helped them with homework before we were all out the door again for soccer practice. Both my son and daughter loved soccer, Just like their Dad. Apart from when my ex-husband picked up the kids for their scheduled time together, soccer practice and games were the only times we saw each other. Of course, we tried to keep things civil, but I hadn’t gotten over the hurt he caused me.

“Hey Ellie, how are you?” Connor nervously said as he finished greeting the kids. We both watched them run off to their respective teams for training.

Connor wasn’t usually this nervous around me, I sensed something was wrong and immediately questioned why he was acting awkward.

“I’m fine, what’s wrong with you?” I asked with sass.

“Nothing, nothing, I just wanted to tell you first I’m seeing someone ... And she’s here. She just wanted to come, I’m sorry.” he answered like a weasel.

“What, Connor, I don’t care. You can do what you want; you always do anyway.” I snapped, trying to keep my composure as best I could. I was definitively upset that he had the nerve to bring a woman to our kids’ soccer practice.

“Okay, well. She’s just over there. Again, I’m sorry.” he offered sincerely but I couldn’t care less.

I looked over and saw a slim, black-haired woman, probably in her early 30s, with a young boy by her side. She was wearing a white tank top and denim shorts, her right arm covered in tattoos and a few on her legs as well. “ God she looked like a biker girl,” I harshly judged.

“Her name’s Ava and she’s been divorced for a couple of years now, that’s her 5-year-old, Thomas, she works with my brother,” Connor informed.

“That’s great, happy for you. I’m gonna go talk to the other parents now,” I replied with annoyance before walking off.

I just wanted to leave, what a jerk. I guessed by the looks of her she was just what he wanted, someone more exciting, not plain, boring old me. The contrast between our appearances was night and day. I almost puked when she gave me a friendly wave as I walked by to get to my friends.

“What’s going on Ellie? You look pissed,” Leah asked as I angrily marched over.

“Nothing. Just Connor brought his new fling to our kids’ practice.” I huffed.

“Wow! Which one is it?” Hailey, another Mum questioned.

“The one with long black hair and tattoos,” I pointed out.

“Geez, you two look so different. I was wondering who she was, never seen her before,” Hailey added.

“Oh well, he can do what he wants.”

“You okay? I can drop the kids off at home after practice if you want to leave.” Leah kindly offered.

“No, No, I’m fine. I’m going to have to get used to it at some point. We have been divorced for some time now.”

“Yeah, don’t give him the satisfaction. We’re here for you, Ellie,” Hailey stated.

The rest of the practice went in slow motion. I couldn’t help but sneak glances over at Connor and Ava. It was worse seeing him play with her son, obviously, they had been seeing each other for some time now without my knowledge. They looked like a proper family, I was fuming. It took all my willpower to try and stay calm.

Eventually, my misery came to an end. I wanted to race home and scream into my pillow like I did when I was 15 and angry. I told my kids I would wait in the car while they said goodbye to their dad. No doubt he was introducing them to his new woman Ava. God, I hoped they hated her, was my immature thought.

The kids finally got in the car, I drove off without saying a word. My oldest Melody had a knack for sensing my mood, even at 14 she was far more mature than her age would suggest. My son, Chris was the complete opposite, laughing as he texted with friends on his phone, not a care in the world.

“You okay, Mum?” Melody asked patting my thigh.

“I’m fine, honey. You looked good today, ready for the first game of the season?” I asked trying to change the subject.

“Yeah. Our team looks good this year, I’m excited!” she expressed with a beaming smile.

Even though I wanted to ask about her Dad and his new woman, I chose to avoid the subject. The kids didn’t need to get in between my drama with Connor. It was best I try and move on and get over it, maybe I should set up another date with Dan, he wasn’t as bad as I made him out to Nicole.

After dinner, I decided to give Dan a call. Our first date wasn’t a mind-blowing experience, but it was pleasant and nice enough to warrant a second, or so I thought. I was so nervous calling up a man to ask for a date, I usually preferred it the other way. It had only been 3 days since our dinner and he hadn’t shown any signs of wanting to see me again. I couldn’t blame him, I wasn’t the most welcoming, bubbly character I usually am.

After a few rings, I got his voicemail,” Hey Dan, Ellie here. I had a nice time last Saturday and was hoping we could catch up again sometime, just give me a call when you get this, bye.”

I laid back on my bed reading a book, it was an hour or so when my phone went off. A message from Dan, It was odd he wouldn’t just call me. But when I opened it up I knew why he didn’t.

Dan: Sorry Ellie, I had a nice time as well, but I think we aren’t a good match. You’re great but I’m just looking for something different. Good luck.

Ellie: No worries, thank you for replying. Good luck as well.

Great, now I’m being rejected by a boring, average guy like Dan. Geez, what a kick in the gut for my confidence. I probably should sign up for a gym tomorrow. God, I needed to vent, hopefully, Nicole isn’t too busy to answer my texts.

Ellie: Guess what? That guy Dan your friend set me up with thinks I’m too ugly to go out with again.

Nicole: I thought you didn’t like him?

Ellie: I don’t, but it still sucks he doesn’t want to go take me out again.

Nicole: What happened? And there’s no way he thinks you are ugly, Ellie.

Ellie: Connor brought his new woman to the kids’ soccer practice. I’m kind of mad and called Dan for a second date, but he thinks we aren’t a good match.

Nicole: Wow, Okay. What a jerk, Connor I mean, and Dan as well, haha. Well you know what I told you earlier today, I think you should have a rebound fling. Just sign up to Tinder, get a hot stud to come over, and fuck Connor out of your head. Do it!

Ellie: LOL, it’s starting to get more tempting and tempting.

Nicole: You have nothing to lose, No one will find out. Just try it, or at least have a conversation with some random guys. Maybe show them a pic or two of your gorgeous body. Sexting is really fun.

Ellie: God, someone my age shouldn’t be doing stuff like that. But it does sound fun the more you talk about it.

Nicole: It is. I sometimes chat with guys on cam sites when Matt is away. It’s so fun, all innocent of course. Hehe.

Ellie: Geez, does Matt know about this?

Nicole: No, my little secret. Don’t tell.

Ellie: So bad. I don’t condone your actions by the way.

Nicole: yeah, yeah, whatever. It’s harmless. Anyway, you are hot and single, try it, have fun, and don’t be such a prude all the time. I got to go, see you tomorrow, Babe, bye.

Talking to Nicole always had a way of improving my mood. She offered a much different take on life which I appreciated, but this idea of hers was a far cry from what I would normally come up with.

Screw it, she was right. I had nothing to lose, why not try out a dating app and see how things go? I probably wouldn’t get many messages anyway, most people who use Tinder wouldn’t find a Mother of two very appealing.

I quickly downloaded the app and signed up. It was an easy process apart from what to write on my profile. I probably shouldn’t be too honest, that would limit my matches but I didn’t want to outright lie to people as well. So I simply wrote “ Mother of two teens, recently divorced and looking for some fun. Nothing serious.” It was simple and to the point. I then added a few photos from my sister’s wedding, tasteful shots of me in a teal bridesmaid dress, of course, I cropped out my face, I didn’t want anyone to find out I was on Tinder.

The rest of the night was spent with me combing through profiles, swiping left and right. I had to admit it was exciting, so many attractive men to choose from. I didn’t even delve too deep into their profiles, I just swiped right on the ones who I found appealing, I probably should have narrowed down my search criteria, making the mistake of swiping right too many times.

It wasn’t long before the match notifications started coming through, 2, 4, 7, 10, the number kept rising which was a huge shock to me. Maybe men did find me attractive after all. I had to stop my profile combing to answer messages that were coming in thick and fast.

SeanDee: So you’re a hot Mum looking for some fun huh? How about we meet tonight and I can show you a good time?

Trav26P: Dam, you look amazing. I could show you a good time. Care to show me more of that thick body?

Holy! Most of the messages kept getting more explicit. A few even sent dick pics and nudes. I heard Tinder was like this but I didn’t think it would be so bad. It was most likely my profile description, reading it back, it did give the vibe I wanted this sort of attention. Such a rookie error on my part, but I found the humor in it. I even enjoyed reading the messages and staring at the pics, even though I shouldn’t.

After the 6th or 7th sexually charged message I finally got a normal one from a guy named Tye_Tex. Interesting name if not pornstar-ish in nature, but it gave me a chuckle. His message was quite sweet and simple.

Tye_Tex: Hey, Elisee ( my sneaky alias) thank you for the match. Did you make a mistake? I normally don’t get matched with women your age, but not complaining at all. You are gorgeous from what I can see.

His message quickly made me take a closer look at his profile. “ OH MY GOD!, he’s 18.” I guess in my excited state I didn’t bother to check more closely. I was just stunned locked by his incredible shirtless gym pic I swiped right immediately.

Elisee: Oh yeah, Sorry about that. I’m pretty new to this and haven’t figured everything out yet. I just like your pic and swiped without thinking.

Tye_Tex: Haha, don’t be sorry. I like older women. And you look beautiful. I know the age gap is weird but I would like to get to know you better. No obligations, ignore me whenever you feel like it’s not working out.

Elisee: You seem like a nice young man, 18 is definitely not what I was looking for. But I’m sure you have no problems getting matches here.

Tye_Tex: It’s about the quality not quantity of matches. I bet you have never chatted with a young, black guy before, it could be a fun new experience. Give me a chance, please.

Tye was right, his skin color did intrigue me as well as his impressive physique. I had never talked to a black man before, let alone contemplated having this kind of conversation. It was probably a stupid decision, but something deep within me was saying yes. Nicole’s words also rang through my head,” Just have fun”.

Elisee: Alright, I guess it won’t hurt. So where are you from Tye?

Tye_Tex: Awesome! I moved to Australia from Texas to be with my Dad a couple of years ago. My mother passed away and Dad was living here with his new family. I miss the US but Aus is cool.

Elisee: I’m sorry to hear that about your Mum. Are you in school, working?

Tye_Tex: I’m training to be an electrician, just started my apprenticeship.

Elisee: That’s great. It’s a rewarding profession.

Tye_Tex: So was I right? You have never talked to a black guy before?

Elisee: LOL, of course, I have talked to black men before. Just not on Tinder.

Tye_Tex: Cool. Glad to be your first ... on Tinder. You’re probably going to get a lot of messages from black guys.

Elisee: Haha, why is that?

Tye_Tex: Because you have a body black guys want. Curvy in all the right places.

Elisee: Oh dear, I should take that as a compliment then. Thank you.

Tye_Tex: You’re welcome, just being honest that’s all. So you’re attracted to black guys?

Elisee: I guess, I did swipe right for you.

Tye_Tex: True. Is it a fantasy? Or do you have experience?

Elisee: God, this conversation is getting out of control quickly, LOL. No experience, but curious you could say.

Tye_Tex: Nice. Well just say the word and I’ll think about helping you out with gaining experience, hehe.

Elisee: I bet you would, so charming you are, Tye.

Tye_Tex: Charming enough to see more of you? What are you wearing right now?

I had to giggle like a schoolgirl at his last message. This was getting more out of hand than I was expecting. What would people think if they found out I was chatting like this with an 18-year-old? My kids would be so ashamed, It would annoy my ex though, I chuckled at the thought of Connor finding out. I knew I should stop, I was teasing the poor boy for my own enjoyment. There was no way I would ever meet up with him for a fling.

Elisee: A white robe and my underwear. I was just about to take a shower before bedtime.

Tye_Tex: Dam, I bet you look so hot right now. Can you give me a little tease? I’m so fucking curious it hurts.

Elisee: Haha, nice try buddy.

Tye_Tex: Please! No face, just show me your incredible body. Please!

Elisee: God, I can’t believe this.

I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give the kid a little teaser. I did feel bad, and he has been really sweet. I smiled and held out my phone to capture a selfie, leaning back on my bed to get most of my body in the frame but not my face. I snapped a few shots, picking out the most flattering shot before sending it.

Tye_Tex: Wow! I was right, you look amazing. Your body is perfect, you should show it off a bit more though, just an idea.

Elisee: I’m sure you would love that.

Tye_Tex: I would. Please! Just drop the robe off your shoulders a bit so I can get a sneaky peek at your goddess-like boobs. Then I’ll leave you alone.

Oh boy, I guess once men get a sniff they don’t stop. It was my own fault for giving him hope. Fine, one last pic and I’m leaving, I can’t do what I planned to do with a boy his age, that’s for sure. As he asked, I dropped the robe off my shoulders, exposing my modest, beige, Mum bra which was more practical rather than sexy, and snapped more selfies. Making sure to suck in my tummy to get the best-looking shot before sending it Tye’s way.

Tye_Tex: FUCK! You have the best tits ever. How big are they? I’m like busting out of my boxers right now you have no idea. Want to see?

Crude comment, but flattering nonetheless from the young man, it did make me smile and swell up with confidence I could get this sort of reaction. I think it was the 100th time I said to myself I shouldn’t, but his offer to show me what I knew he meant was just too hard to pass up. We were both adults I reasoned.

Elisee: I’m an E cup. I shouldn’t say yes, but, okay. God, I’m so bad, haha.

Tye_Tex: Dam, E cup ... Holy shit. It’s fun to be bad sometimes. Were both just having a good time with each other. No harm, no foul.

Elisee: If you say so.

Tye_Tex: I do say so. Just say it, say you want to see my black cock. I know you want to be bad, Elisee.

Elisee: Haha. Okay, now this is really getting out of hand.

Tye_Tex: Hehe, It’s fun though. Now tell me you want to see my hard, black dick and I’ll show you, sexy.

Elisee: God. Fine. I want to see your cock.

Tye_Tex: My what?

Elisee: Your hard, black cock.

Tye_Tex: Much better. No need to be shy around me, Elisee.

His smugness was shining through, but Tye was right, I was enjoying myself, much more than I should be. It was wrong but it was feeling so right, especially between my thighs, My kitty reacting to his words, getting wetter by the minute with how bad I was acting.

I waited on edge for the young man to reply, and when his picture message popped up, my pussy tingled with arousal. He wasn’t much bigger than my ex-husband, but his cock was beautiful, thick, bulging veins on each side, circumcised, and most erotic of all, it was black, something so new and wonderful. 7 or 8 inches of dark, chocolate perfection which had my mouth salivating. I was never one to enjoy blowjobs, but I wondered what it would be like to have such a thing in my mouth.

Tye_Tex: Like what you see, baby?

Elisee: It’s very nice.

Tye_Tex: Hmmm, It’s rock hard for you. We should meet up, you can say hello to it in person.

Elisee: Steady on young man. You’re getting ahead of yourself, haha.

Tye_Tex: That’s not a no. Come on Elisee, when was the last time you did something wild and fun? You know what you came on Tinder for, just say yes and enjoy yourself.

Geez, he wasn’t wrong again. I was looking for a no-strings fling, but not with a teenager barely older than my kids. There is no way I can agree to this right? My mind was moving a kilometer a second with the pros and cons. I needed to compose myself and not make a rash decision.

Tye_Tex: You won’t regret it. I’m free tomorrow, I could bring over takeout. We can just talk and get to know each other more in person, it’s your call, and we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.

Elissee: Let me think it over. Thank you for keeping me entertained, you’re a sweet guy. Bye

Tye_Tex: No worries. Thank you for your time, beautiful. Just let me know if you change your mind. Goodnight.

Oh boy, that took a lot of willpower to resist his youthful charm, but I had to be smart. I couldn’t just go with the first guy I talked to when there were so many other options. Options that weren’t 18-year-old boys, I chuckled at, but he was fun and mostly polite.

Scrolling through my matches I replied to another guy that seemed normal. This one took way too long between replies. Probably talking with other women or he just didn’t find me appealing enough, oh well. The next guy asked way too many personal questions for my liking. It felt like I was being interviewed for a job, no thanks. The third match looked the most promising, 31, attractive, tall, dark, and handsome with nicely kept facial hair. Definitely more my type, very cookie cutter but a girl likes what she likes. The text conversation was going well, he asked all the right questions and his replies were prompt. He had me laughing a few times with his wit and banter. But then all of a sudden he went quiet, maybe his phone ran out of charge or something else. I waited and waited, then eventually decided to take a shower and get ready for bed. Still no reply after all that time. Ugh, he probably thought I was boring or not open enough and ghosted me, it was a real blow to my ego.

Maybe it was just my hornyness, but Tye came to mind again. What he laid out seemed totally reasonable, he did tick all the boxes I was looking for except for that nagging problem of his age. Out of all the Men I had chatted to tonight, Tye stood out the most. If he was older I probably would have invited him over that night. Geez, I really am going to meet a teenager from Tinder. “What was I thinking?” I said laughing.

The only problem was I couldn’t invite a stranger to my home, what if he turned out to be a criminal, my kids would be in danger. I had to start thinking clearly and more responsibly, funny as that sounds while I was contemplating meeting a teenager for sex. My fingers were excitingly shaking as I typed out my message to him

Elsiee: Hey Tye. I thought it over and I’ll meet you tomorrow if you are still interested. I just can’t really have people over to my place. Especially strange men I meet on a dating app. How about we meet at your place?

Tye_Tex: Hey again! Of course, I’m still interested, are you kidding me? We can meet at my place for sure. How about around lunchtime? My roommates won’t be home from work until later, we’ll be alone.

After another bout of serious debate, I bit the bullet and took the plunge. Screw it, I need this. Everything thing inside me was saying yes. I needed to do something wild and fun to help get me out of my rut. No one would know, it would be my naughty little secret.

Elsiee: Okay, as long as we can have privacy. But no promises, I’ll leave if I don’t feel comfortable.

Tye_Texas: Bet. We’ll be alone for sure. Dam, this is my lucky day, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. 14 Hillbury RD, Wembly.

Elisee: Me too, don’t get mad if I change my mind, haha. goodnight Tye.

With that, I dropped my phone and let out a huge sigh of relief. I felt so empowered having just agreed to meet a stranger, a black teenager at that. I was all giddy with excitement, my stomach was buzzing, and I couldn’t stop smiling and giggling. Who knew being bad could feel so good, and hopefully, it would only get better.

The next day I woke up feeling so refreshed, I hadn’t slept that well in ages. Instead of the sweats I would usually wear I threw on a pair of tight black gym leggings and a sweater to meet Nicole for our morning walk and coffee. She sensed the shift in my mood and grilled me for info right away.

“Whats up with you? I thought you were miserable last night, what changed?” she quired.

“Oh, nothing. I just have a date tonight,” I coyly replied.

“Did Dan change his mind? I knew he would be stupid to not go out with you again.”

“No, not Dan. Just this guy I met on Tinder.”

Nicole’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull hearing what I just confessed.” Oh My God! You actually took my advice?” she astonishingly asked.

“Yeah. After much thought, it sounded smart, even if a drastic measure. But I need to move on from Connor, and having a casual fling will help a lot I feel.”

“Wow! I didn’t expect you to move so fast. Does this have anything to do with your Ex and his new girlfriend?” Nicole raised

“Maybe a little ... Well, probably a lot but who cares. I need to do this for me, and I’m happy with the decision.

“Great, I’m happy for you, babe. So who’s the lucky guy?”

“That’s my little secret, But he’s younger than me by a lot. God, I’m so bad.” I sighed, giggling.

“Holy. naughty, naughty. Well, he’s a lucky guy. You better enjoy yourself, no backing out okay?” Nicole winked.

“I won’t, I’ll meet him at least and see how it turns out. He seems sweet and a lot of fun.”

“Wear that black dress you wore to my birthday bash. All the guys at the bar were staring at you that night,” Nicole suggested.

“It’s probably too much for a first date, but maybe. Anywho I need to get back home, I’ll let you know how it goes.” I said with a grin.

I cleaned up the breakfast table and waved the kids off to school before running upstairs to figure out what to wear. I had been on at least 4 dates since my divorce but this one was much different. It was basically a hookup date if all things went according to my not-so-thought-out devious plan. I hadn’t felt this giddy since my first crush took me to prom.

The black dress Nicole suggested seemed way too much for a lunch meet-up, maybe for an evening out to a fancy restaurant. But there was no way I would risk being seen with Tye in a public place. A simple floral blue summer dress would do the job. Casual yet sexy with how it hugged my wide hips and ample curves. No mum underwear today, I decided to wear a matching lace white, bra and thong panties set. Definity appropriate for this occasion I thought with a devilish smirk.

It was barely 9 am, and I just wanted to head over to his place right then and there to get this over with. I opened a bottle of rose wine to help calm myself down. Now I’m drinking before 10, I was turning into a bad Mummy, I joked, but it did the trick. I spent the rest of the time scrolling through FaceBook and Pinterest, finishing a third glass of wine which wasn’t smart since I had to drive, but today wasn’t about being smart, it was about turning my life around by doing something outrageous and out of the ordinary.

One last outfit check,” I probably should wear my wavey, blonde hair down instead of my go-to ponytail,” I figured. Perfect, a little lipstick, not going overboard with the makeup and I was out the door to meet a black teenager, still sounds so nuts every time I think about what I’m about to do.

The drive wasn’t long, I parked a couple of houses down and walked the rest of the way, weary of being recognized, but that was just stupid paranoia, I didn’t know anyone from this suburb. Apart from that, I felt surprisingly upbeat and enthusiastic, with only an inkling of apprehension, but that was drowned out by the wine and my need for male attention.

I knocked on his door and waited nervously with my hands behind my back. He promptly answered, and I got my first good look at the young man I was texting with last night. Oh my, he did look a bit older than 18 in person, the scruffy facial hair helped with that. He had nicely styled, short, curly dark hair and a friendly smile to go with the athletic body I was drooling over. He was dressed casually in a green polo shirt and khaki shorts.