Old lady next door
I used to masturbate thinking about the old lady that lived next door.
She was a stern looking woman. But when she smiled, she seemed sweet. Very proper. Slim built. Good posture.
She lived alone. Usually had her curtains closed. Her bedroom was across from mine. Only a thin path of grass and some shrubs separated us.
I always wondered what she did inside all day.
I could see her silhouette through her bedroom curtains.
I imagined that she would love the company of a young boy like me. Inviting me inside her home after mowing her lawn. Teaching me how to be a great lover.
I left the evidence of my handy work on my bedroom carpet.