Mike is back

It took a while, but eventually I got used to having my teenage son's achingly handsome boyfriend around. That night at the beach, when all of us stood on the deck looking at the stars and they didn't hide the fact that they were kissing passionately, kind of wired me up, but only while it was happening.

Fast forward to today: my son is leaving for college. Because he and the boyfriend will be so far from each other, they decided to break up. As of last week they are still friends, but officially Not A Couple. Enter Tim, who's suddenly spending every night at our house. "I thought I might has well have a last-week fling. Tim and I have always really liked each other, always been attracted to each other, but I was in a relationship, so we never did anything."

The problem is that Tim, who's 20, looks almost exactly like Mike did at 18. Dark hair, nearly black eyes, heavy eyebrows, tall, lean, very broad shoulders. Whip smart, charming, outgoing, looks me right in the eye when he talks to me. He's the personification of the lust that I've carried since my teens. And he's having sex with another guy at the other end of the hallway from my bedroom. I'm completely distracted.

Of course, of course, I know that even if I could have Tim, I wouldn't have what I want, which is to be 18 again with Mike. But what I wouldn't give just to smell him!