I knew it was a bad idea as I walked across the front yard, carrying a plate of cookies.

Did people even still make cookies for new neighbors anymore?

The cookies weren't the problem, though. It was the fact

that this guy, Caleb, was at least 20 years older than me. He had to have been in his mid-40s,

judging by his salt and pepper hair. Oh, hi, he said, opening the door. It's Raquel, right? Yes, but you can call me,

Rocky. I extended the plate of cookies. I made these. He looked even hotter up close. I tried to

peer around to scope out his living room, and he must have

noticed because he invited me inside.

You can sit down if you want, he said, motioning to the couch.

I could smell his woodsy, warm cologne as he sat next to me, so close that our thighs were touching.

We made small talk for a few minutes, and I was captivated by his icy blue eyes. I had never

seen eyes quite like that before. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, and I froze as Caleb kissed me.

I've seen you peeking behind your curtains at me. He said, pulling away with his hand still

cupping my face. It's very flattering. He laughed. Normally I would have been embarrassed,

but there wasn't time for such feelings. Caleb pulled me on top of him, his hands instantly

moving down to my ass and up my back. In one quick motion, he yanked my tank top off over my head,

and then my bra went with it. His hands ran across my breasts, pushing them together.

I loved the way he looked at me with awe, like he had never seen such beautiful breasts before.

His tongue roughly pulled on my nipples, one and then the other.

I whimpered and writhed in his lap, already feeling a bit of wetness between my legs.

Thank God I made those cookies. I squealed as

Caleb stood up, keeping me against him. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist as he

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