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and mouth on them…
    A car horn sounded. Jon realised he had weaved to the other side of the road. He adjusted the steering wheel and got his mind back on to driving and not Maggie’s scrumptious tits.
    It was almost impossible. Okay, just a quick glance would be fine. Jon wondered what type of swimwear she’d brought along on the trip. All-in-one or bikini? He couldn’t wait to find out, and was happy his mom and step-dad had their own swimming pool. Hopefully Maggie would use it and lounge around often during her visit. The guest apartment window faced it and he’d be able to spy on her without being detected.
    She stirred, turning slightly towards him and sending the merest hint of her perfume his way.
    Holy shit, even that smelled sexy, with a subtle floral undertone and just a hint of something spicy, maybe even erotic.
    He glanced at her again. Her nipples were still pushing through the T-shirt. Her arms were covered in goosebumps. Maybe he should turn down the air conditioning but it would get too hot and spoil his view.
    It was close to four pm. He’d made a date with one of the nurses at the clinic who’d mentioned a movie she wanted to see. Jon had told her he’d be by at six to pick her up. He still had plenty of time for that, but now he’d met Maggie that was the last thing he wanted to do. For the next two weeks he would stay as close to the house as possible. He pulled up Nina’s number on his cell phone and dialled, hoping he wouldn’t wake Maggie.
    “Hi, Nina, it’s Jon.”
    “How are you doing?”
    “Fine. Look, about tonight, someone, I mean something else has come up.”
    Maggie murmured again.
    “Okay, maybe some other time.”
    “Sure.” Jon pressed the end button, glancing at Maggie to make sure he hadn’t woken her.
    He wondered how many lovers Maggie had been with. His mom had told him she’d been divorced about fifteen years ago and had never remarried. Had she remained sexually active? Suddenly he liked the idea of having sex with an older woman. After all, she’d probably have lots more experience. Teaching a woman how to please him was one of his least favourite things to do between the sheets. He probably wouldn’t need to do that with Maggie.
    Shit, he’d never slept with anyone older than himself. And what was Maggie, fifteen years his senior? Hell of a way to start experiencing the older woman. He wiped his brow. Fuck, now he was starting to sweat too. What was he thinking? Having sex with his mom’s best friend? Wasn’t there a law against that?
    He pulled into the driveway of his mom’s house and turned off the ignition. Maggie still didn’t stir and he felt guilty about waking her but knew he couldn’t leave her sitting in a hot car.
    “Maggie, we’re here.”
    Still no response. He tapped her arm. Her skin was soft and warm, welcoming. He ran his finger down and back up her arm. God, that felt so good, touching her like that.
    A tap on the car’s window made him jump. Mom. Had she seen him running his hand up her friend’s arm? It reminded him of the time when he was about fifteen and she’d caught him masturbating.
    Had he been caught by her again? Had she seen him touching Maggie? Fuck, he hoped not.

    * * * *

    Maggie slowly opened her eyes. She’d woken up a few minutes earlier when Jon had touched her arm but had pretended to be still asleep. The deception had been for two reasons. She guessed they’d both be embarrassed if she woke up, with neither of them knowing what to say when Jon realised he’d been caught red-handed.
    And she’d enjoyed his touch. So she’d let him think she was still asleep, hoping he’d continue.
    Now Julie was peering in the window. Had she seen anything?
    “I hadn’t realised I’d dozed off,” Maggie said.
    “I’m surprised you stayed awake as long as you did.”
    Julie ran around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door so Maggie could get out. The heat and humidity hit her.
    Julie flung her arms