My neighbor, a luscious teen with a body that could make a saint sin, has always been off-limits. But today, as I see her sunbathing in her backyard, I can't help but approach her. She's a brunette beauty, with a smoldering gaze that promises a wild ride. I take a seat beside her, our bodies barely touching, but the electricity is undeniable. She turns to me, her eyes filled with a hunger that mirrors my own. "You shouldn't be here," she whispers, but her words are betrayed by the way she's biting her lip, inviting me to take what I want.