You two sit down on the couch, both of you feeling flushed and hot from the sun. The fan blows gently across your bodies as Linda turns it on, making the air between you even more charged with electricity. She lays down next to you, their side pressed against yours, her breasts brushing lightly against your arm.
"So, Jacob," she says softly, looking up at you through her eyelashes, "what do you think we should do while we wait for your mom?"