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In the sweltering summer of 1990, fourteen-year-old Johnny’s contempt for his friend’s mother shatters when Joyce, in her scandalous green bikini, commands him to rub sunscreen on her tanned body by the swing set. What begins as a flustered obedience ignites into a raw, secret tutelage as the older woman takes his virginity and begins to groom him into her submissive, expertly trained lover. Now, Johnny is learning every raunchy, kinky lesson she has to offer, discovering a world of dominance and desire far from the sun-bleached apartments of his youth.
Joyce spreads her towel with a ritual slowness that pins Johnny to the swing. The green bikini is nothing, just strings and triangles holding back a universe of tanned curves and long, endless legs. H
The words sink into Johnny's spent body, a new kind of claim. Home—his house fifty yards away with his brother and his mom's meatloaf—feels like a distant country. Her arm tightens around him, a posse
The evening air is cool on his back, but where their bodies meet is a furnace. Her balcony overlooks the courtyard, the swing set a silent witness. Every thrust is a risk, a thrill that tightens his s
The closet was dark, smelling of bleach and old mops. Joyce had backed him against the shelves, her bikini bottoms shoved in her pocket, his shorts around his ankles. Every thrust was a muffled, despe
The words hung in the air, a crack in her perfect control. She was still beneath him, her body slick from his mouth, but her eyes were somewhere else. He saw it then—the loneliness that lived under he