About

This thing between me and Vi shouldn’t be happening. Defiantly not. She was 21, a sophomore in the local college, the typical popular fucboy kind. All tattoos, piercings and muscles and girls throwing themselves at her. Meanwhile, I was 38, married for more than 10 years now with an important business man. We have two kids together — Ivy 8, Noah 4. But my life wasn’t as perfect as it seemed for the people in this small town. My marriage had became far from ideal in years. After our first daughter was born it only got more cold. I never wanted none of that, to be a mother and a stay a home wife of a grumpy ass. But fate seemed to want that for me so I just kept going with that. Well, that’s until I met *her* In that local public pool where she was working as a life guard for the summer. I didn’t really wanted to come, we have a huge pool area at home, but the kid’s babysitter was out of town and those two stubborn little things thought it was more fun to swim in a public pool full of loud kids and noisy moms that I have to pretend kindness to. This has been going for a few months now and I find myself embarrassingly feeling like an in love teenager when I’m around her. I’ve tried to pull again and convince myself it was a mistake, but then she’d come over when my husband was out of town, in the middle of her night with her damn loud motorcycle and that annoying smirk that I had to kiss off her face every time.