Prologue
"Hey, Mark. Wanna race?"
"To the other end or back?"
Sophia Russo opened her eyes to see her son and his friend wading in the pool by the edge of the deck. They were both 20 years-old and in between their sophomore and junior year of college. Their summers consisted of part-time work, playing video games, and showing off in front of the girls at their community's pool. As they raced, she noticed the girls - perhaps a little younger than the boys - watching with interest. As they hit the halfway point, Mark, her son, had a small lead. But, with half a pool length to go, Tim, who was leaner, knifed through the water and won the race by inches.
"You got me this time," Mark said, as they gave each other fist bumps.
Sophia looked over at her friend (and Tim's mom), Siobhan.
Siobhan O'Connor lifted up her sunglasses as Tim pulled himself up the ladder. "I've always said you would have been great on the swim team instead of running around like a crazy person playing soccer."
"Yeah," he replied, "but I like team sports more."
Sophia couldn't help but notice Tim in his bathing suit. He was lean, cut, and fair skinned like his mother. His touseled, sandy-blond hair and green eyes left plenty of young girls wanting to snag him, Sophia was sure of that. She looked over at the girls. Yup.
Mark pulled himself up, his athletic body evident to everyone, including Siobhan. She let her eyes linger on his broad chest and muscular arms. If I was 20 years younger, she thought to herself with a laugh...
- - - -
Two weeks later
Siobhan cursed to herself as she pulled into her driveway following another dud of a first date. The guy she had met for drinks, Alex, was a friend of a friend.
"I have a good feeling about this one," Linda had said. "Tall, good-looking, and a single dad."
To Linda's credit, Alex was tall and a single dad. Good-looking, however, was a bit of stretch. He was decent-looking in his own way, but there wasn't a spark between them - at least from Siobhan's perspective. Alex seemed perfectly nice, but Siobhan wasn't looking for nice; she was looking for something a little more...exciting. She had a son and he had a father. Although now divorced for almost three years - the result of them both drifting apart by prioritizing work and their son over their relationship - they raised their boy together. Siobhan didn't need to find her 20 year-old a step dad. But, after three years of spotty companionship, she did need to find someone that could satisfy her very real needs.
She sighed as she undressed. At 43 and of Irish descent, Siobhan had long red hair, fair skin, and an athletic figure born from good genes and an active lifestyle consisting of daily trips to the gym and hiking. She could still turn the heads of guys 10 or more years her junior and she sometimes wondered what it would be like to indulge in having her way with a 30 year-old or younger.
It had taken her some time after her divorce to venture back into the dating scene; the results had been mixed. She had gone on a few dates and even dated a guy for a while. But he wanted to move in and take their relationship to a level Siobhan wasn't ready to handle. He was nice, handsome, and successful. If she had been looking for something more serious, perhaps she would have been more open to the idea. However, at the time, she was still less than two years removed from her divorce. What Siobhan needed then - and needed even more now - was a good fuck without commitment. Was it time to try something new? Something more...daring? Like satisfying some 20-something's MILF fantasy?
Dismissing the idea for the time being, she changed out of her clothes and into a t-shirt and shorts. Tim, her son, was hanging out with friends that evening. It was summer and he was about to enter his junior year of college where he was studying biology. How time had flown, she thought, as she poured herself a glass of the Chardonnay she had kept in the fridge. It was just past nine in the evening; not too late to call on her neighbor, Sophia.
- - - -
With her son out of the house, Sophia had decided to pamper herself - first with takeout from her favorite Thai restaurant, then a hot bath followed by an erotic short story to get herself in the mood. On this night, she chose one of her go-to fantasies - a May-December affair between an older woman and her 19 year-old former student. Placing her phone (and the story) to the side, Sophia lay naked on her bed. She caressed her ample breasts, squeezing them and letting her fingers graze across her sensitive nipples. She let her mind drift to a recent memory of her young neighbor at the pool as she closed her eyes. She imagined his hard body pressed against her soft curves; his strong hands grasping her ass; his hardness penetrating her folds. Sophia slipped a finger inside and sighed.
That's when she heard her phone buzz.
"Fuck!"
She had obviously forgotten to put her phone on "Do Not Disturb."
Glancing to her nightstand, she saw that it was a text from Siobhan.
Siobhan: Free to talk?
Sophia could always pick up where she left off later. If her friend was texting at this time of night, she needed to talk about something. Groaning in frustration, she picked up her phone.
Sophia: Sure.
Pausing for a moment, she slipped on a pair of shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt, then sent another text.
Sophia: Want to come over?
Five minutes later, Siobhan knocked at the door, a bottle of wine in hand.
"I just opened it," she said, crossing the threshold.
"I'll grab a couple of glasses."
After they had settled on the living room sofa, Siobhan asked, "Where's Mark?"
"Staying over a friend's place for the night. Tim?"
"Same. I think they're all playing video games."
"Of course they are," Sophia remarked with a roll of her eyes.
Siobhan had resided in her house since before Tim's birth. It had been five years since Sophia and Mark moved into the neighborhood following her divorce. Through their shared experience of being single mothers of teenage sons, the two women formed a strong bond. Their sons had even become good friends.
"Didn't you have a date tonight?" Sophia asked.
"Yup," Siobhan said, taking a sip from her glass. "Hence my text."
"That good, huh?"
"How is it that neither of us can find someone worth more than one or two dates lately?" Siobhan asked, almost rhetorically. "I mean, look at us!"
They both laughed.
Sophia was a striking woman. Just a year older than Siobhan, she was a mix of Italian and German with olive skin; long dark hair; and a fit, curvaceous figure. She and her ex-husband maintained an amicable relationship as they raised their son together. Since the divorce, she had entertained a handful of suitors but only one had lasted more than a couple of months.
"Tell me about it," Sophia replied. "I don't need a second husband. A good lay from a young stud would suffice."
Siobhan almost spit out her wine in response. "Sophia!"
"What? At this point, wouldn't you like something uncomplicated like a young stud not looking for marriage?"
Siobhan recalled her earlier thoughts and was a little surprised her friend was having similar ideas.
"I have to admit the idea does have merit," Siobhan said with a laugh. "But, I don't need to be teaching some college kid the art of cunnilingus."
It was Sophia's turn to laugh. "There is a happy medium," she replied. "I'm sure there are young guys out there who are eager to please and have the skills to get the job done."
After taking another sip of wine, Sophia continued, "Now that I've had a couple glasses of wine, I will admit that I've been thinking about finding a young guy to have some fun with." I'll leave out the fact that I was just fantasizing about your son, she thought to herself.
