Brendan pulled up to Preston's house, a duffel bag full of laundry slung over his shoulder. He couldn't wait to spend the weekend at his best friend's place. Preston's house was always a welcome escape from his own quiet, empty apartment.
As he walked up to the front door, it swung open to reveal Preston's mom, Linda. She was a striking woman, with long, wavy brown hair and bright green eyes. Today, she was wearing a fitted sweater and jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places. Brendan couldn't help but stare for a moment before snapping out of it.
"Hey there, hormonal teenager," Linda teased, a playful smile on her face. "Bring me all your dirty laundry, I'm happy to help."
Brendan blushed, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught staring. "Uh, yeah, sure thing. Thanks, Mrs. Thompson."
As they folded laundry together, Linda accidentally brushed against Brendan's hand. A jolt of electricity shot through him, and he could tell from the look on her face that she felt it too.
"Some things get better with age, you know," Linda said, winking at him.
Brendan was taken aback. Was Linda flirting with him? He couldn't be sure, but he was definitely intrigued.
Preston's dad, John, walked into the room just then. "Hey there, kiddo. Looks like you're Linda's new toy."
Linda rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You're just jealous that I'm getting all the attention."
John chuckled and shook his head. "I'll leave you two to it, then."
As they finished up the laundry, Linda invited Brendan to join her for a glass of wine later. He accepted, feeling both excited and nervous about the prospect of spending alone time with Linda.
Later that night, Brendan made his way to the living room, where Linda was waiting for him. They made small talk as they drank their wine, but the sexual tension between them was palpable.
Finally, Linda made the first move, leaning in to kiss Brendan. He responded eagerly, and the two of them fell into a passionate embrace. It was clear that this was going to be a weekend to remember.
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