When my son asked if he could invite a friend to stay with us for Christmas break, I didn’t have the heart to say no.

The holidays are pretty low-key in our family; one more person couldn’t hurt.

Then Matthew arrived with his friend Connor and I couldn’t hide my shock. This was no awkward young adult who had come to stay; he was a full-blown man. A fresh 22, Connor was broad and toned — the mark of a young, active soccer player who spends more time at the gym than at the library.

Forcing myself to swallow my tongue, I tried to ignore the way Connor looked at me when I leaned forward to shake his hand, allowing the weight of my breasts to push the deep V-neck of my shirt down, providing a generous view of my cleavage.

We danced around each other for a few days,... Read More