The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over Will's neatly trimmed lawn, the scent of freshly cut grass lingering in the air as he pushed the mower towards the far corner. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his toned, athletic frame. Satisfied with his work, he leaned the mower against the shed and headed towards the house, the hum of cicadas and distant laughter of children at play punctuating the stillness of the afternoon.

A shrill cry pierced the air, making Will's heart skip a beat. It came from the house next door, where the annoying, perpetually jobless Brooke lived with her overbearing parents. He rolled his eyes, wondering what fresh disaster had befallen his unlucky neighbor. With a resigned sigh, he crossed the lawn and rang the doorbell.

The door swung open to reveal Brooke, her long, luscious brunette hair tousled and her soft blue eyes wide with a mixture of panic and excitement. "Will, thank God you're here," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "My parents have gone out of town for the weekend, and I need your help."

Will raised an eyebrow, bracing himself for another one of her absurd requests. "What do you need this time, Brooke?"

But the look on her face was not one of desperation or need, but rather one of unbridled desire. "I need you," she purred, her voice low and husky. "Come inside, Will."

Reluctantly, he followed her into the dimly lit living room. The curtains were drawn, casting the room in a soft, sensual glow. Brooke's parents' furniture had been pushed to the sides, making way for a large, red velvet couch. And there, sprawled across it, was Brooke, her long legs crossed at the ankles and her lacy orange underwear the only thing covering her lithe, curves.

Will's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. Brooke's eyes locked onto his, her gaze bold and unapologetic. "I've wanted you for so long, Will," she said, her voice husky with need. "Will you make love to me?"

Before he could answer, she was on him, her small hands undoing the buttons on his shirt, her lips brushing against his. Will's mind raced as she pulled him down onto the couch, his heart pounding in his chest. He let out a low groan as her hands explored his body, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, her lips kissing him deeply.

Brooke's touch was like a wave crashing over him, leaving him breathless and wanting more. He ran his hands through her long, silky hair, pulling her closer as she undid his pants, her eyes never leaving his. She looked up at him, her gaze soft and hungry as she took him in hand, guiding him towards her tight, wet pussy.

Will's heart raced as he entered her, the feeling of her warmth and tightness surrounding him like a glove. He groaned as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she took him deep, her virginity a soft, tender thing that opened up to him. They moved together, their bodies in perfect harmony, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the ecstasy of the moment.

But as the pleasure built within him, a cold reality set in. He was a 19-year old, trying to save money for a future overseas, and she was an 18-year old, still living at home with her parents. They were from two different worlds, and this moment, as much as he wanted it, was a mistake.

With a wrenching feeling in his heart, Will pulled away, his pants gathering around his ankles as he stumbled towards the door. "I'm sorry, Brooke," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "This was a mistake."

But Brooke only smiled, her expression one of pure contentment as she watched him leave. "It was worth it," she called after him, her voice filled with a secret pleasure that only she understood. And as the sun began to set over the quiet neighborhood, Will couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right decision.