Fertile in the Treehouse: A Humorous Age Gap Smutty Short Story

He's thirty-four. I'm twenty-one and untouched. The treehouse never stood a chance.I climbed into his tree to save it — protest sign, three donuts, and a foolproof plan. He climbed up to talk me down.Nobody got talked down.Now the man who was supposed to demolish my childhood treehouse is teaching me everything I waited twenty-one years to learn, his beard against my sensitive skin and babygirl in...