My college-age son, Sam, had plenty of friends. They were always traipsing through my house, eating our leftovers, ordering takeout and making noise.

It didn’t bother me. As a single woman, it was nice to have a pack of strong boys who I could get to help me out. Need something moved? The boys could do it. Yard raked? A pizza was plenty of pay. Someone to watch the house while I went on a girls’ vacation with my best friend? Well, Sam and the boys were there — no questions asked.

It was like having many able-bodied young sons at

my disposal and yet not having to house or feed them all full-time.

But I didn’t have a single maternal thought about Harry.

When he walked in, I stopped dead in my tracks. He was six-foot-six and hard to miss with the most adorable smile. It melted my heart — and heated up the rest of me.

Sam informed me that Harry was going to spend some of summer break with us because his parents were in Europe. He hadn’t wanted to go along, but he didn’t want to be alone for the whole stretch.

Sam knew my door was always open to his friends, and he’d assumed, correctly, that wouldn’t be a problem.

It wasn’t. But it was.

At dinner that first night, I did the usual small talk but couldn’t keep myself from surreptitiously checking out Harry. More than once, I thought I caught him doing the same and eyeing me. But I chalked that up to wishful thinking.

He was tall, but he was lean, too. Think more rock star than linebacker. His laugh was musical. His humor delightful.

When the boys informed me they were going out to a bar for a while, I bid them farewell, poured myself a glass of Cabernet and watched a movie. After that, I poured a refill and ran myself a hot bath.

My intention was to unwind. I’d had a long shift at work and the surprise of a handsome new guest, and I was ready to come down from a busy day.

Instead, I found myself totally turned on, thinking of Harry’s big hands, long legs, lovely smile and deep voice.

I climbed out of the bath and draped a towel around me. I went to my room, took a final swig of wine and found my vibrator. I turned it on, shut my eyes, conjured Harry’s face and ran the twitching head of the toy over my clitoris. Warmth flooded through me. Pleasure uncurled and settled in. My insides clenched, and my pussy quivered. My cunt was so wet thinking about his mouth on me, his tongue lapping at me, his strong hands grabbing my hips, his long cock sliding into me. Our age difference didn’t matter; my mind was only interested in one thing.

I jammed the vibrator inside my cunt and stroked my throbbing clitoris. I held my breath and let euphoria take over me. My body clenched, my insides spasmed, and I shivered.

I hadn’t been quiet; I’d thought I was alone. I hadn’t even heard the doorknob click, but I opened my eyes to see Harry standing there. My heart kicked, and my pussy trembled. I fumbled to sit up and pull the vibrator free.

All the while, his big brown eyes were on me. His face was flushed, and his cock was hard. I could see it clearly, even though he was dressed.

“Sorry,” he said, “I thought this was the guest room.” He licked his lips, ducked out and went away.

Well, that had been interesting.

The next night over meatloaf — Sam’s favorite — he announced a few guys he’d gone to high school with were meeting up at the local bar for trivia. He was as surprised as I was when Harry begged off.

“I have some work to do for next semester.”

Sam was flabbergasted and protested, “But we’re on summer break!”

“My scholarship doesn’t earn itself, my friend,” Harry said.

Something deep inside me tingled. Us. Here. Alone?

“Don’t give him trouble for being responsible,” I said, playfully poking my son with my fork.

He rolled his eyes, clearly not upset, and said, “Fine.”

After Sam left, I hurried into the kitchen to load the dishwasher. Busying myself to keep my mind out of the gutter. I was clearly imagining things — attractions on his part, when surely it was one-sided. Or was it?

Harry’s arms slid around me from behind, and he pressed his pelvis against my ass. I felt the bump of his hard cock, and that was definitely not my imagination.

His lips pressed against my neck, and I shivered all over from the heat of it.

“Or was I misreading the situation?” he asked softly.

I pushed my ass back to meet him, speaking with my body as my mouth said, “Not at all.”

His hands came up to cup my tits. I was braless in a tank top. That day had been our first June scorcher. My nipples grew erect, and he pinched them hard with his fingertips. A moan crossed my lips, and I pushed my ass back again.

Harry’s hands traveled down my hips, then one slipped inside my shorts and panties. His fingers found me, parted my folds to gather some moisture and then rubbed softly over my clit.

I hung my head and gripped the edge of the counter. Goddamn, I was fucking horny beyond all reason. A finger slid inside me and curled. My pussy grew wetter, and my heart beat faster.

“Can I just push these down?” he said of my shorts.

I nodded.

His lips brushed the back of my neck, and an eruption of goose bumps rushed across my arms. Harry yanked down my shorts, rubbed his hands along my plush ass, then pushed down my panties, freeing my legs. Then he nudged my feet wide with one of his, and I heard his zipper opening.

“I want to fuck you from behind,” he said. “Just for a minute.”

“Please do,” I told him. “It’s my favorite position.”

My boldness turned him on. I could tell by the growl he released.

Harry pushed his cock into me slowly. It was thick and incredibly hard. I shut my eyes, relishing the feel of him filling me up. He rocked into me gently at first, but when I started to move my body back to meet his, he picked up speed.

His tempo was fast but not frantic. His hands cupped my breasts again, fingers rolling across my nipples — stroking and pinching.

My pussy clenched around him, gripping him tight. He groaned again and I came, experiencing a rippling wave of syrupy pleasure that was too sweet to describe.

I pushed back so he had to pull free of me, and I turned to face him. He had some scruff on his jawline, and it made him even more heart-stoppingly handsome.

“Now face to face,” I said.

He grabbed me by the back of the head and kissed me roughly. His hands found my waist and lifted me. Then my ass was on the counter, my thighs spread wide. My tank was up around my neck, and he pulled it up and off.

I reached out and gripped his cock, giving him a few slow, luxurious strokes. His eyelids fluttered from the pleasure.

He yanked off his tee and tossed it on the floor near my discarded clothes. I took in the sight of him. A gorgeous chest with barely any hair, but a nice little treasure trail right down to the good stuff. His cock jutted forward eagerly, and I swept my thumb over its head.

He bent to suck my nipple, and when I purred, his suck turned into a bite. My cunt grew tighter and pulsed. It was as if my heartbeat echoed there.

He pushed himself between my thighs, hauled me to the edge of the counter and slid into me. The root of his cock bumped my clit, and pleasure exploded in me. I grabbed his ass and rocked forward to recreate the sensation.

Every thrust was a blissful pressure, like a kiss on my clitoris. I squeezed my internal muscles and felt him tense. He pulled a shallow breath between his teeth, held me tight and nestled his head against my neck. His lean hips pistoned forward fast and hard.

I met him thrust for thrust, trailing my fingertips along his smooth skin, feeling the landscape of his muscular frame. I squeezed around him every time he plunged into me. The pleasure grew nearly unbearable, and the wetness of my cunt was off the charts.

He reared back to look at me. His thrusts slowed down to a maddeningly lazy pace, and I found myself breathless.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re fucking drenched.”

I nodded. Yeah, I knew that already.

He pulled out of me, and I wanted to scream.

“Stop teasing me!” I gasped.

He grinned and said, “I’m not. Lean back on your hands. I want to see you.”

I pushed my hands back a few inches, supporting my body at an angle. Harry lifted my right foot and put my heel on the edge of the counter. When I didn’t balk, he repeated the action with the other foot.

I was now spread wide open, feet on the edge of the counter, hands supporting me. I was utterly bare to him.

“Is this yoga class?” I teased.

“No. I just want to see while I fuck you. And touch you, too.”

He slid his cock back into me, but in that position I could clearly observe his dick, and he could see all of me. And he was free to do what he did next: slide his thumb over my clit as he fucked me. His digit ran circles around the tiny nub of flesh. He stroked it, and when I wiggled restlessly, he flicked it.

I bucked, laughing softly.

“Sensitive?”

“You have no idea.”

He gentled his touch. So gentle that I barely felt it as he continued thrusting his cock deep inside me. I bucked toward him, frustrated and right on the edge of coming.

He cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Is that too gentle?”

“Fuck yes,” I said, practically growling at him, and he caved.

Harry plunged into me, going deep. His finger stroked my clit with more force, sliding in slick waves and whorls. I moved against him, my breath short and my nipples like tiny rocks. I allowed my head to fall back and let go.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I sighed as my orgasm gathered me up and pushed me down. A swirling wave of goodness that left me speechless and shaking.

It was his turn now. He put his arms around me, tugged me toward him and held me close. He barely pulled free of me before thrusting inward again. He pumped into me, and when he came, he bit my neck with enough force to make me squeal.

Then we were still, smiling and panting breathlessly.

“Glad you skipped out on the festivities tonight?” I asked, touching his belly lightly. His muscles rippled.

“I am, and I think I’ll be staying in a lot this summer,” he told me. “I have lots of work to do.”