Amy closed her eyes, letting the memory wash over her. There was a time, not so long ago, when she was just a curious teenager, exploring the boundaries of her innocence. It was during a sleepover at her best friend's house, when the quietly turned up the volume on their conversation and her mind wandered. She had wandered into her bedroom, where an older man, a friend of her friend's family, was visiting. She couldn't remember his name, only the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze softly meeting hers. "Hi, young one," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "What’s on your mind?" Amy bit her lip, recalling the moment she had stepped closer, driven by the same curiosity that now fluttered in her belly. She remembered the warmth of his hand as he gently pulled her closer. "Do you want to know a secret?" he had whispered, his breath warm against her cheek. With trembling hands, she had nodded, her heart pounding. The memory flickered, vivid and colored by a mix of innocence and desire. He had unzipped his pants, revealing a hidden world to her. "You don’t have to, but if you want to explore," he murmured, his eyes fixed on hers. Amy recalled the taste, the sensation, and the overwhelming curiosity that stormed through her young mind as she tentatively explored this new, intimate act. That night, she had tasted adulthood, and it had been both terrifying and thrilling. Now, as an 18-year-old, she wanted more—more of that rush, more of that revelation, and maybe even more of him.