This story involves consensual sexual activity between adults over the age of 18
There's a back story of course. And maybe we'll get to it some other time.
You live here. Free. Almost. You're busy with your post-secondary education and happy not to pay rent or room and board. You can come and go as you need. I won't interfere with your studies. When we talk, I certainly enjoy our conversations. You are an intelligent young woman and I find that very attractive. And, of course, you have a young woman's manner and a younger body. You look great. I'm also attracted to you physically. But then you know that.
I'm much older than you. I could be your father, or maybe even your grandfather. I'm comfortably retired now. I enjoy my freedom from the daily demands of a job and am happy to tinker with useful things in the garage, indulge in my photography, and music. I'm fit but not as skinny as I was at your age. I've always had a slim build and don't look as old as I am, though my body does carry some scars from life's surprises and is not as supple as it once was.
Today after dinner you wanted to talk. You had cleaned up from the supper I had made. I was reading on the sofa in front of the fire place. I could tell you had something on your mind. I put down my book and waited. It took a while. Small talk and questions back and forth. But then you started to open up about your fears and uncertainties and worries. Real fears and worries about classes and some other students, but nothing unusual for someone in your position. I was sympathetic, listening but saying little. You don't need my advice.
We talked until is was late. You were yawning when you said good night and went upstairs to your room to get ready for bed. I read a bit more and then got ready myself. Undressing, I slid between the sheets, nude as usual - and alone - and fell instantly asleep.