Steve Miles was a decent man. Not a saint, but nice enough, with a good job, a great marriage, and two healthy kids. Sure, he had sown his share of wild oats, but for the last nine years, all of his oats had gone into his beautiful wife Becky’s bucket. Like most men he had an active imagination, but he had always managed to keep his fantasies separate from reality, until one fateful day when temptation slammed into that fragile barrier like a semi plowing through a line of traffic cones.

It was a beautiful summer morning, the bright sun evaporating the dew on Steve’s carefully tended lawn. He poured himself a second cup of coffee and got ready to enjoy a rare home-alone day, thanks to his company experimenting with a four-day workweek that summer. With Becky at work and the kids at day camp he had the house to himself.

He opened the sliding glass door in the kitchen and stepped out onto his back porch. He took a sip of coffee, preparing for the only chore on his honey-do list for the day, weeding the garden he and Becky had planted that spring. He almost dropped his cup when he saw Sasha, the eighteen-year-old daughter of his next-door neighbors, and their usual babysitter, in the backyard attempting to use some of the playground equipment he had installed for his kids.

Sasha was tall, with long slim legs that made her look silly trying to use the kid-sized swing. In the three years she had been their babysitter, she had grown from a shy fifteen-year-old into a confident young lady; captain of her school soccer team, student body vice-president, and soon-to-be college student. All the time, Steve had watched her develop with a barely concealed lust.

“Sasha, what are you doing?” he asked.

“Oh hi, Mr. M. I’m just trying to enjoy my last few days of freedom before I leave for college.”

Steve smiled. “You make it sound like you’re heading off to prison.”

Sasha laughed, a girlish giggle that Steve had grown to really like. “Okay, that was a bit much. What I mean is that I felt like acting like a kid once more before I have to start acting like a grownup.”

“Sash, you’ve been acting like a grownup as long as I’ve known you. That’s why you’re such a good babysitter. Now, what’s going on?”

She stopped trying to use the swing and stood up. “I wanted to talk to you and I knew you would be home alone today. Becky told me.”

“You could have just knocked on the door.”

She gave him one of her puppy dog grins. “I thought this would be more fun.”

Steve sighed. “Okay, you’ve got my attention. What’s on your mind?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Sasha asked.

He chuckled. “You’re kinda old to be having self-esteem issues, aren’t you Sash?”

“I got my hair done a few days ago, and wondered if you liked my new look?”

She stepped onto the porch, closer to him. He noticed that her brunette locks were a lot shorter. Instead of her usual ponytail, her straight, shiny brown hair was parted in the middle, draped over her ears, framing her face. It looked like she was going for the Jennifer Anniston look. As if posing for him, she tilted her head, letting the hair on the right side of her head almost cover one eye. Steve could picture her practicing that in front of her mirror. “Some of my friends think it makes me look sexy,” she purred.

“Uh ... sexy isn’t a word I feel right about calling you, Sasha. You watch our kids, and hell, I play golf with your dad. You’re turning into an attractive young woman, and I’m sure you’ll have no problem meeting guys in college if that’s what you’re worried about. Heck, if I was ten years younger and not married, I might be hitting on you myself.” Where had that come from, he wondered.

“That’s good to hear because you’re at the top of my list”

“What list?” Steve asked, almost dreading the answer.

“My things to do before I leave, kinda like a bucket list for college.”

She stepped even closer. That’s when he noticed that she was wearing makeup - light pink lipstick that nicely accented her lush lips, and a touch of blush on her cheeks. It struck him as unusual for a hot summer morning.”Steve,” she continued, “I’ve had a crush on you since the first time we met, but in the last few months it’s gone from silly teenage infatuation to me wanting to have sex with you”

He backed up as if his babysitter had suddenly turned into a wild animal that he wanted to avoid. “Sash, I think you better go home and take a cold shower or something, because that’s not happening. Did you forget I’m married?”

“Of course not. I’m not trying to steal you from Becky. I just want an hour or so of fun, then we can forget it ever happened. Don’t worry, I’m not a virgin, and I’ve been on the pill for almost a year. And ... I’ve seen how you look at me.”

And there it was, temptation, standing just a few feet in front of him, in the form of a long-legged teen he had been secretly dreaming about. He felt his not-quite-a-saint halo beginning to slide off. He made one last attempt to escape from the temptress Sasha had become. He turned and stepped back into his kitchen. “Go home,” he barked. He didn’t dare look at her. He just wanted her gone.

“You’re really going to say no to this?” he heard her say, and before he could stop himself he turned and looked. She had stripped off the baggy yellow shorts she had been wearing, revealing her tight, pink panties. She pulled them even tighter, displaying her surprisingly prominent camel toe. With the skill of a much more experienced seductress, she ran one finger teasingly along her slit. That’s when the last of his resistance crumbled.

“Damn, Sash, get in here before somebody sees you,” he pleaded as he retreated further inside. She followed him, leaving her shorts lying in the grass. A brief smile crossed his lips as he considered the weirdness of the situation.

They sat on stools at the counter between the kitchen and family room, facing each other, knees almost touching. Steve’s attention moved from her lanky, tanned, athletic legs to the already damp crease in her pink panties. Sasha saw where he was looking and let her thighs slide further apart. “You probably think I’m a slut,” she said softly.

“To tell the truth, Sash, I’m not sure what to think.”

“Well, I’m not. I’ve only had sex with two boys. Now I’m ready for a real man.”

“Why me,” he asked, as his fingers traced small circles on the soft skin of her inner thigh, still warm from the sun.

“Didn’t you hear me say I have a crush on you? And I know you’ll be discreet.” The gap between her legs widened even more invitingly.

His hand moved higher up her leg until his fingertips came to rest in the crease between her upper thigh and pelvis. Sasha smiled, permitting him to ease his fingers under the thin fabric covering her womanhood. She expected him to explore further, but instead he suddenly pulled his hand away and sat back. “You seem very confident that you can seduce me,” he said.

“Outside, I wasn’t so sure, but now...,” she purred.

He thought momentarily then said, “Okay, but first you have to pass a test. Come on.” He stood up, walked into the family room and sat on the sofa. Sasha, looking puzzled, followed. She started to sit next to him, but he stopped her. “No, just stand there.”

She grinned, thinking this must be some silly game he had dreamed up, to tease her. She was right. “I hope it’s not a hard test. I didn’t study.”

“Funny you should use that word, hard. That’s what this is all about.” Steve took his watch off and put it on the sofa. “Here’s your challenge. If you can get me fully aroused in two minutes, without touching me, you’ll get what you want.”

“No touching?”

“None.”

“Okay, starting...?”

Steve picked up his watch, pressed a couple of buttons, and said, “Now.”

She wasted no time. She pulled her loose-fitting t-shirt over her head and tossed it onto the tile floor. Steve wasn’t too surprised to see that she was braless. She cupped her peach-sized breasts in her hands, and stepped closer, stopping just a couple inches from his knees. “God, I wish you could touch my nips and feel how hard they are now,” she whispered as her thumbs teased the brown protuberance pointing at him, like the noses of curious puppies. She looked down at his lap, hoping to see evidence that her actions were working.

Next, she pushed her panties down to her feet, stepped out of them, and playfully kicked them toward him. They landed on the sofa next to him. “Careful,” Steve warned, “that was almost a touch.”

“I shaved for you,” Sasha said. “Not sure if you like that look or not.” She rubbed her hand over her bare pubes. She had what Steve thought of as a ‘neat’ sex, with all the messy parts hidden between the puffy mounds leading temptingly between her slim thighs. She pressed one finger into her barely visible crease, letting the tip disappear for a moment. “Hmm,” she sighed, “I wish you could feel how wet I am already.”

Steve smiled at her, and said, “Sash, have you been watching porn? Real people don’t talk like that.”

“This isn’t easy, with no touching,” she whined. She put two fingers in her mouth and briefly sucked on them. Then she put her saliva-slick fingers into her vagina, going first one knuckle deep, then two. She moaned and said, “You can have this,” then she spun around, bent over, and spread her ass cheeks. “Or this, if that’s what you want. I’m your sex toy, Steve. Play with me.”

It seemed like the lump in his shorts was getting bigger, but she still wasn’t sure if she had passed the test. Steve checked his watch and told her, “You’ve got forty-five seconds left.”

Growing desperate, she spotted a bowl of fresh fruit on the counter she hadn’t noticed before. She ran over to it, grabbed a banana, ran back to the sofa and sat on the arm away from where her potential lover was sitting. Like a contortionist, she threw one leg over the back cushions and let her other foot drop to the floor. Everything was on display. “Didn’t know I was this flexible, did ya?” she asked.

“Impressive,” he told her, his eyes now focused on her bare mound, and the damp valley plainly in view.

She knew it was time for the grand finale. She put one end of the banana in her mouth, just far enough to get the tip wet. She held her labia apart with two fingers and pushed the banana an inch or two into her vagina. “This one’s still kind of green,” she told him, “nice and firm, which is good since I’m still really tight.”

With a twist, and a little grunt she pushed the phallic fruit in further. “This could be you, Steve,” she whispered. The only reaction she got from him was a slight smile. Growing more desperate, she asked, “How much more time do I have?”

“I never started the timer,” he laughed. “I’ve just been enjoying the show. And I’ve been hard since you took your panties off.”

You rat!” she growled.” She playfully threw the banana at him.

Steve pushed his shorts and boxers down. He gripped the shaft of his fully engorged manhood and held it straight up. “Is this what you want?” he teased.

“Ohh, yes,” she said, her voice sounding like that of a child on Christmas morning, but her reaction was anything but childlike. She straddled his thighs and rubbed her slippery opening back and forth over his cock, then, before she chickened out she positioned herself, guided him to the target with her hand, and with one push downward engulfed his erection down to the root. She stopped and looked at him, her expression a combination of womanly lust and girlish curiosity.

“Go for it, Sash,” he said quietly.

His encouragement was unnecessary. She pushed herself up, letting his dick, now shining with her secretions, momentarily exposed. She used her flexibility to spread her legs as wide as she could, burying her knees in the soft cushions. Holding her pussy lips open slightly, she slowly lowered, impaling herself again. Her vagina seemed to suck his cock back inside her. She stopped halfway down and moaned, “God, you’re bigger than the other guys I’ve been with.”