For His Birthday
Age Gap Erotica // Consenting Adults // Erectile Dysfunction // Filming Sex // Explicit
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Glenn Vargas was eating leftover pad thai out of the container when someone knocked on his front door.
It was a Thursday in October, still warm enough that he’d left the kitchen windows open. The knock was firm. Two rounds. He put down the fork, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and went to the door.
The girl from three houses down stood on his porch. Twenty-one, he knew, because the one other time they’d spoken she’d mentioned she could finally buy wine without getting carded. He knew her the way you know a neighbor you’ve never had a real conversation with: she power-walked past his house every morning with earbuds in, and six months ago she’d knocked to borrow his extension ladder. He’d carried it over. She’d thanked him. That had been the full history.
“Glenn, right?” she said.
“Yeah.”
“I’m Sadie. We’ve met. The ladder.”
“I remember.”
She had a canvas tote bag over her shoulder. She stood with her weight on one foot, the other turned out slightly, and she looked at him the way someone looks at a door they’ve already decided to walk through.
“Can I come in? I need to ask you something and it’s going to sound insane.”
He let her in. She stood in his kitchen. Her eyes moved over his place without pretending not to: the pad thai, the open laptop, the single beer, the dust-covered hand weights in the corner that hadn’t been touched since the divorce, the brown water ring on the coffee table, the stack of packages by the door with his ex-wife’s name still on two of them. She didn’t comment on any of it. He leaned against the counter and waited.
“My boyfriend’s birthday is Saturday,” she said. “His name is Jonah. He’s twenty-two. We’ve been together a year and a half.”
Glenn nodded, because he didn’t know where this was going and nodding seemed like a safe holding pattern.
“We’re pretty open about what we’re into. Sexually.” She said this without flinching, the way she might say they were into board games. “Jonah has this fantasy. He’s had it since before we got together. He wants to watch me have sex with an older man.”
Glenn stopped nodding.
“He doesn’t want to watch live. I’d film it and give him the video. Like a birthday present.”
The kitchen was quiet. He could hear the neighbor’s sprinkler through the open window.
“And you’re here because.”
“Because you carried my ladder over six months ago and didn’t use it as an excuse to hang around. You didn’t flirt. You didn’t look at my legs. You just brought it back the next morning and left it by the garage.” She shrugged. “Also you live close.”
“Three houses down is the opposite of clean, Sadie. You’ll see me at the mailbox.”
“And we’ll wave. I’ve thought about it. I sat in my car for ten minutes before I knocked.” She paused, and for the first time he saw something other than certainty in her face. “I almost drove away twice.”
Glenn looked at her. She was wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt, hair in a knot on top of her head. She looked like she was there to discuss a fence repair, except for the slight color in her cheeks that hadn’t been there when she started talking.
“You rehearsed this,” he said.
“In the car. While I was deciding whether to get out.”
She reached into the tote bag and took out her phone. “Jonah’s texts. So you know I’m not making this up.” She scrolled and held the screen toward him. He saw a string of messages. Heart emojis. A voice memo. The words god yes repeated three times.
She put the phone away and took out a small tripod. Compact, the kind for cooking videos.
Glenn looked at the tripod. Looked at her.
“You brought a tripod.”
“I’m not going to lean my phone against a shoe.”
He was forty-eight years old, divorced, lived alone in a house he’d bought after the split, managed a logistics warehouse of forty people, and a twenty-one-year-old neighbor was standing in his kitchen with a tripod and a birthday idea.
“Couple of questions,” he said.
“Go ahead.”
“Is my face in the video?”
“Only if you want. I can frame it to keep you out.”
“Where does the footage live?”
“On an encrypted drive I keep in my desk. I’ll show you the setup after if you want. It won’t go online. It’s for Jonah.”
“And Jonah has specifically agreed to this. This encounter, tonight, with a guy from the neighborhood.”
She pulled up another text thread. Jonah’s name at the top. A message from three hours ago: you’re really doing it? tonight?? And below it: holy shit yes. send me updates.
Glenn read it, handed her phone back. “Okay,” he said.
She smiled for the first time since walking in. A quick one. Task-oriented.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
She walked ahead of him down the hall. He watched her assess the room: window, overhead light, the lamp on the nightstand. She set the tripod on the dresser opposite the bed and angled the phone mount toward the mattress. Her phone slipped out of the mount. She caught it before it hit the dresser, but Glenn saw her fingers tighten around it and hold for a second longer than necessary. Her hands were shaking. Not much. Enough.
“The overhead is too flat,” she said. “Just the lamp.”
He turned off the overhead. The room went amber.
That was when it arrived. Not the strangeness of the situation, which he’d already registered. The other thing. The thing he didn’t talk about because there was nobody to talk about it with, and even when there had been, he hadn’t.
His cock hadn’t gotten hard in two years.
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