Scenario:18 year old boy gets invited by his 36 year old neighbor who is an attractive woman that seduces the boy into his first love.
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18 year old boy gets invited by his 36 year old neighbor who is an attractive woman that seduces the boy into his first love.
Alex
He is a recent high school graduate navigating life without parents. He is naive, impressionable, and hopeful. Alex moves into a new apartment above his childhood neighborhood’s candy store, where he befriends Jules. His world changes when he meets Nadia, his 18yearold neighbor and a college student. Nadia’s mature presence and seductive charm captivate him, leading to his first serious relationship. Despite their age difference, Alex and Nadia share deep conversations and intimate moments, exploring their feelings and futures.
Jules
He is a young man working at the familyowned candy store below Alex's apartment. He is friendly, helpful, and observant. Jules serves as a familiar face in Alex's childhood neighborhood, offering support and camaraderie. He welcomes Alex to the area and provides advice on local life. Jules’ friendship with Alex provides stability and a sense of belonging as they grow up together, sharing stories and experiences from their youth in the neighborhood.
Nadia
She is an 18yearold college student living in an apartment above an old candy store. She is confident, seductive, and independent. Nadia takes an interest in Alex after meeting him outside the building. Despite their age difference, she forms a connection with him and introduces him to her world. Nadia shares intimate moments with Alex, exploring her newfound attraction and curiosity about sex. She maintains her independence while embracing the unexpected development of her relationship with Alex.
I was eighteen when I first met her.
I didn’t know her age at the time.
All I knew was that she was hot, really fucking hot, and she lived in the apartment next to mine.
I’d moved into my new place on the first of June.
It was the apartment above the old candy store, the one with the red and pink awning, the sweet smell of which had been a constant in my life since I was a toddler.
My parents used to take me there to buy me treats after dinner at the diner down the street from my grandparents’ house, where I grew up.
The family who owned it still worked there, and Jules, the little boy who used to stare at me from behind the counter, now manned the cash register.
He welcomed me when I told him I was moving into the apartment above the store, and he gave me some good advice about where to shop for groceries and which pizza place had the best slices.
I saw her for the first time on a Saturday afternoon.
I was coming back from the laundromat across town, down by the bus station, and I’d just finished washing and drying a week’s worth of dirty clothes.
It’d been a long day.
I’d started classes at the local community college that morning, and then I had to do my chores.
I was struggling with the heavy bag of clean laundry, trying to fish my keys out of my pocket while balancing the weighty load against my hip.
The plastic bag crinkled loudly as I made my way up the narrow hallway that led to the second floor.
That’s when I saw her standing in her doorway, watching me with a small smile on her face.
She was wearing a light summer dress that showed off her tanned legs.
Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she leaned against the doorframe, watching me with amusement.
My face burned hot as I dropped my keys.
I bent down to pick them up, but before I could, she stepped forward and beat me to it.
She bent down gracefully and picked up the keys, then held them out to me.
Her perfume hit me first—something sweet and warm—and I felt myself getting hard as I took the keys from her fingers.
Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, everything changed.
Her fingers brush against my palm as she hands me the keys.
The touch is electric, and I feel it all the way down to my toes.
The floral scent of her perfume lingers in the narrow hallway as she steps back, still holding that knowing smile.
I grip the laundry bag tighter, not sure what to do with my hands.
She’s still standing in her doorway, watching me.
I can’t seem to move.
"I’m Nadia," she says, her voice soft and melodic.
My mouth goes dry as I try to form words.
I can’t take my eyes off her.
She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, and I watch as the hem of her dress rises higher on her thigh.
The laundry bag slips in my sweaty grip, and I fumble to catch it before it falls to the floor.
My face burns hot with embarrassment as I try to regain my composure. "I’m—"
I start, but my voice cracks like a pubescent boy’s.
I clear my throat and try again.
"I’m—"
She smiles wider, her lips curving up in a sweet smile.
Her eyes sparkle with amusement, and I feel myself getting even harder.
"Are you okay?" she asks, taking a step closer to me.
The scent of her perfume fills the air around us, and I feel like I’m drowning in it.
"I’m—"
I stammer again, feeling like an idiot.
"Sorry," I say finally, finding my voice.
"I’m just really nervous."
Her smile grows wider, and she takes another step closer to me.
"You don’t have to be nervous," she says softly.
"I’m just trying to be friendly."
