The Williams' summer cottage was located toward the end of a long stretch of beach. Mark's and Steve's parents were both writers and were both in the process of finishing novels. That meant the boys had to fend for themselves.

Later that day, while Mark helped his parents clear away the dinner plates, Steve and Susan slipped away to take a leisurely stroll along the water. It was still light out, a golden mellow light that Susan often thought she could just reach out and touch.

"Buy anything in town?" she asked Steven.

The boy, who like Susan was barefoot and clad in shorts and a baggy T-shirt, smiled. "No. There's nothing to buy there anyway. We just went shopping for food."

"Sounds exciting."

The youngster laughed. "You should have come. It was a drag. When my parents are writing they're always so deep in thought they don't even talk to each other – like they're hiding secrets or something. They never discuss each others' books until they're finished."

"You going to be a writer when you get older?"

The boy shrugged. "Maybe."

"That's what I like about you. You always give a direct answer."

Steve gave her a playful punch on the arm. She automatically felt the familiar sensation beginning to spread in her groin. She was getting horny. Now just being with Steve made her more aware of her own growing needs. She craved the feel of his prick inside her.

Funny how much someone can change in just one afternoon! She thought to herself.