When I was nineteen, I had a crush on my next door neighbor who was my mom’s friend. She was thirty-five. She knew I liked her because I always flirted with her. One day, it was raining outside. I pretended to lose my door key and asked her if I could stay over until my parents came home. We had a couple of drinks, and I asked her what she thought about having sex with a younger guy. She came over to me and she said, “Let me show you.” We had sex two times that day and every other day after that until my uncle met her and moved in. He messed up my sex sessions, but it was fun while it lasted. -Jefferson, 23