It had been a long summer, full of hot and sticky days with nothing much to do. My parents were busy with work, so they hired a babysitter to keep an eye on me. She was a young and gorgeous woman with long, dark hair and bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. Her name was Mia, and I was instantly smitten with her.
At first, I didn’t think much of it. She was just another grown-up who was in charge of me while my parents were away. But as the weeks went by, I started to notice things about her that made my heart race. Her curves were more pronounced in her shorts and tank tops, her laughter was at all times mixed with a sensual undertone, and her perfume seemed to linger long after she’d left.
I knew it was wrong to feel this way about her, a woman who was nearly ten years older than me, but I couldn’t help it. My teenage hormones were raging, and I wanted Mia more than anything else in the world.
One afternoon, Mia and I were sitting on the couch watching TV when she suddenly turned to me and said, “You know, you’re not like other boys your age.”
I didn’t know how to respond, so I just sat there, watching her as she leaned in closer to me. “You’re much more mature,” she continued, her voice soft and sultry.
Her thigh brushed against mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. I knew then that I wanted her more than anything else in the world.
Over the next few days, Mia and I grew closer. We talked about everything and anything, and I felt like we had a real connection. She made me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered, and I loved her for it.
One night, after my parents had gone to bed, Mia and I were sitting on the couch, talking and laughing when she suddenly leaned in and kissed me. It was soft and gentle at first, but then it became more passionate, and soon we were making out like there was no tomorrow.
We pulled away from each other, panting and flushed. “I know this is wrong,” Mia said, her voice low and husky, “but I can’t help the way I feel about you.”
I felt the same way, and I knew that I didn’t want to stop. So we continued to kiss and touch each other, exploring each other’s bodies in the dim light of the living room.
As the night wore on, we became more and more adventurous, exploring all of our forbidden desires. The pleasure was intense, and I knew that I would never be able to forget this night.
When it was all over, Mia and I lay in each other’s arms, breathless and spent. “I know we can never do this again,” she said, her voice filled with regret, “but I just had to have you.”
I felt the same way, and as we lay there, I knew that I never wanted to let her go. But I also knew that this was wrong, and that we could never be together like this again.
Over the next few days, things between Mia and me were different. We were more distant, and although we still talked and laughed like before, there was an awkwardness between us that couldn’t be ignored.
Then one day, out of the blue, Mia announced that she was moving away. I was devastated, and I knew that I had to tell her how I felt before it was too late.
So that night, I snuck out of my room and went to her house. I knocked on her window, and she let me in. We talked for hours, and I poured out my heart to her, telling her how I felt and how much I would miss her.
Mia listened patiently, and when I was done, she took me in her arms and held me close. “I feel the same way,” she said, her voice filled with sadness, “but we can never be together like this again.”
I knew she was right, but it didn’t make the pain any easier to bear. We spent one last night together, holding each other close and savoring the forbidden pleasure of each other’s touch.
When morning came, Mia was gone. I never saw her again, but I knew that I would never forget her, or our secret trysts on the couch.
Years went by, and I grew up, and Mia became nothing more than a memory, a forbidden desire that I could never fulfill. But every time I wondered about her, I felt a pang of regret and longing, knowing that I had lost something precious and irreplaceable.
But even now, all these years later, I still sometimes discover myself dreaming of Mia and our secret trysts, and the forbidden desires that we could never fully satisfy.