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“You look beautiful tonight, Maggie.” He slid out from under the sheets and flipped her over so she was flat on her back. He kissed her while running his hand up her leg, circling the lace on the top of the stocking and exploring the skin underneath it. He inched his way to her mound and ran his fingers through her pubic hair. She parted her legs, wanting him to explore every inch down there.

His finger grazed her clit, treating each of her folds like a maze, travelling backwards and forwards until it found its escape route inside her pussy.

She didn’t have to question him as to whether or not she was wet enough. Her juices started to trickle down her ass cheeks as soon as Jon touched her.

He spread her legs wide apart, so far in fact that Maggie didn’t think her hip muscles could stretch that distance. He got off the bed and tugged on her ankles until her butt was on the very edge. He covered his cock with a condom and then slid into her, wrapping her thighs around his hips.

They thrust together, rocked together, moaned together, and tonight magically climaxed together. It was beautiful, but she had to put all thoughts of this turning into something more than a fascination with an older woman out of her mind.

Jon rolled Maggie over on to her belly and stuffed pillows under her hips so her back didn’t get strained. Her ass was sticking up in the air, the black lace of her garter belt lying across each sexy cheek.

He hadn’t thought this would be such a turn-on. However, this was Maggie he was looking at, the woman who drove him crazy with desire every time he as much as glanced her way. He parted her legs, then spread her ass cheeks. Her pussy was red, the labia swollen from the last round of lovemaking, glistening in the candlelight. He reached out to touch her, letting his finger be swallowed by the juices seeping from her entrance.

He almost climaxed right then, and became a little panicky. He’d never almost lost it before entering a woman but Maggie did this sort of thing to him. He wanted to be inside her when he ejaculated. He searched around for a condom, sheathed himself in record time and slipped into her pussy, not needing to thrust. Simply being inside her gave him the best orgasm of the night. He stayed on top of her, nipping her shoulder while trying to recover but he couldn’t get his breath back to a normal pace. His heart was racing and perspiration began beading on his forehead.

“You okay, Jon?”

She must have heard his laboured breathing too.

“Phew, that was intense. Your pussy looks great from that angle. I didn’t even need to thrust.”

“You want me to give you a lap dance?”

Had he heard right? “What?”

“A lap dance.”

He had and, God help him, he almost ejaculated a second time just imagining how erotic that was going to be.

* * * *

Jon had opted to use a kitchen chair. Now he was sitting on it in the middle of the bedroom floor. Maggie hovered near him, dancing around beside him before putting her foot up on his thigh. She wanted to laugh because she couldn’t believe she was actually about to try lap dancing.

“Am I allowed to touch?” he asked.

“Of course. In fact, it’s compulsory.”

“Well, in that case…” He reached between her legs and stroked her entrance before letting his finger slide inside her pussy.

Maggie thrust her hips while Jon kept his finger in place. She closed her eyes, tightened her pussy muscles and moaned. However, she didn’t want to climax just yet. She took hold of Jon’s hand and pulled his finger out as she straddled him, letting her hand move down her belly until it was buried deep in her pubic hair. She rubbed her clit, watching Jon’s obvious fascination at her pleasuring herself. She stroked and flicked. He wasn’t taking his eyes off her.

She stopped, not wanting to climax, but instead lowered herself so the tip of his cock met with her entrance. The position took all the strength in her thighs to hold. It was naughty but she wanted to tease and torment him.

“Shit, Maggie. You’re driving me crazy. Just get me inside you, will you?”

She reached for a condom and sheathed him before putting him out of his misery by sitting with his cock deep inside her.

She put her arms around his neck while he embraced her waist. They kissed, tongues duelling, neither one moving an inch of their bodies.

She started a gentle rock, feeling Jon’s cock hit the back of her pussy. He seemed bigger, harder tonight, if that was possible. She slid back and forth, her climax building. He touched her nipples and gave them a playful tug as she moved with more intensity and nipped his bottom lip with the tip of her front teeth.

She shook, climaxing. This orgasm hadn’t only been felt in her pussy but every single inch of her body and it was fantastic.

His cock still inside her, he lifted her and carried her over to the wall. He pressed her up against it while thrusting with more intensity than she’d ever experienced from a lover. He brought her off yet again seconds before finding his own release. He screamed her name.

Jon held her up against the wall, pressing his forehead on hers. “I want this to last forever,” he whispered.

Chapter Eight

Maggie wanted that too, but they had to face reality. The phone ringing the next morning brought the stark realisation of what would come next for them.

“That was Mom. They’ll be back tonight around six.” He tossed the phone on the nightstand before putting his arm around her. Lying on her side, Maggie snuggled into him, setting her head down on his chest. She circled his nipple with her pinkie.

“If I tell her straight away then you might as well just move your stuff in here,” Jon said. He kissed her head.

Maggie wanted to spend every night in Jon’s bed, but knowing that her best friend would be less than one hundred yards away when they had sex unnerved her.
      

“How about we go for a swim, have some lunch in town and then come back and make love while we still have complete privacy?” He no longer referred to it as fucking or having sex, but always making love.

She thought of the following Saturday morning when she would have to head to the airport and say goodbye to him. What if he forgot about her even before she landed back in Maine? Maggie had done something stupid—she was starting to feel something for Jon.

“Hey, you crying?”

“What? No, of course not, I had something in my eye.”

“You want me to take a look?”

“No, it’s fine. I think I blinked it away. Jon, you remember you said you’ll take a trip to the East Coast at Christmas?”

“Yes.”

“You still planning to come by and see me?”

“Sure am. In fact, I might stay a week, if that’s okay with you. You can show me Portland.”

A week sounded wonderful, but they had a whole four months before that time. He could find someone else, fall in love and come to his senses…

“Hey, you
are
crying. I felt that tear drop on my chest.”

“I’m being a typical woman, I’m sorry to say.”

“You mean you’re thinking about us being apart and you’re going to miss me?”

She nodded.

“We’ll be in touch between now and Christmas, emails, phone calls, videocam sex.”

But that won’t be the same as having your arms around me, feeling you beside me when I wake up
. She wanted to tell him but couldn’t, because he’d know how much she cared about him. She didn’t want to get her hopes up about this being a long-term relationship.

“Okay, let’s get going for the day.” He slapped her on the ass.

She was even going to miss him doing that too.

* * * *

Jon wanted to play their homemade movie while they made love in his apartment. He’d already made a copy for her to take home, which was safely tucked in her suitcase. She hoped airport security didn’t confiscate it, or worse, play it.

It was unbelievably sexy and a complete turn-on to hear them talking and moaning.

“Am I really that loud when I climax?” she asked.

“Deafening.”
  

“You’re responsible for that.”

“Yeah, blame me.”

Maggie leaned over the couch and Jon slid inside her as he rubbed his hand up and down her back.

Carried away with the moment, the sound of their homemade movie masked any outside noises.

She turned her head and saw Julie standing in the doorway.

Maggie blinked, going cold from head to toe. It couldn’t be Julie. It wasn’t even four yet. This had to be a bad dream.

Jon must have caught sight of her too because he stopped thrusting but stayed inside Maggie. Even if this wasn’t her best friend watching her having sex, she’d still want the floor to swallow her whole.

“I was outside calling you, both of you, but now I know why neither of you heard me. Can I just say I’m totally shocked?”

Jon started to pull out of her. Shit, this was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. Maggie wanted him to cover her body at least until she could get some clothes on. He scooted away from her, grabbing a pillow to cover his crotch. Maggie reached over the arm of the couch but realised her dress was out of reach.

She inched her way over to the chair to retrieve it but, before she could, Julie clawed Maggie’s arm and swung her around. “Maggie, what the hell do you think you’re doing with my son?”

“Mom, would you let go of Maggie’s arm?” Jon shouted.

Julie caught sight of the movie on the TV, which showed not two porn stars, but Maggie giving Jon a blowjob. Julie slapped Maggie’s face, her ring biting into Maggie’s cheek. “Slut!” Julie shouted. “I want you out of my house, right now.”

Jon took two paces over to his mother. He was going to slap her back, Maggie knew it. She couldn’t let that happen because he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

Maggie stopped his hand before he could make contact with his mother’s cheek.

“How dare you! Look what you’ve done! You’ve turned my son against me. He was going to strike me.” Tears formed in Julie’s eyes.

“How dare you touch Maggie like that! This is not your house, it’s my apartment and I’ll say who stays or goes and right now it’s you who should leave, not Maggie. Don’t come back here until you’ve found exactly where it was that you lost your manners.”

The first tear fell from Maggie’s eyes. She’d caused trouble between mother and son and also lost her best friend’s trust. “Jon, please, no. Don’t do this. I’m the one who’s leaving. I’ll check into a hotel and I’ll see if I can reschedule my flight and head home tomorrow. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll just go and pack and get a cab to a hotel.” Sobbing, she took her dress and tried to push past him.

Jon squeezed her arm. “Maggie, please don’t go.”

“Jon, don’t make this more awkward and embarrassing than it already is for all three of us.”

“You apologise to Maggie or I’ll never speak to you again,” Jon shouted at Julie.

She glared at Maggie. “I never knew you were that desperate for sex that you’d need to seduce a young man…my son. I would never have invited you here, nor left you alone with him, had I known what a slut you were.”

Maggie said nothing in response. How could she? She’d probably feel the same way about her own kids. She scooted to the door as fast as she could.

“Maggie, you can’t go,” Jon said. “Your cheek’s bleeding.”