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  “Thank God for the weekend,” Holly said, as she woke up on Saturday morning. Those last two days at work felt never-ending. Somehow a bunch of files had gotten messed up and she spent all of her time getting things reorganized. It left her with a headache that made her want to do nothing else but collapse into bed as soon as she got home. The only thing she accomplished that was worthwhile (in her opinion) was picking up several packs of batteries during one of her quick lunch breaks. She used to be a girl scout, damnit! She was going to be prepared next time.

  It was a beautiful morning and the sun was shining brightly, it would do her some good to get out and become more acquainted with her new city. She had moved about an hour away from where she lived with Brian; she figured that was enough space to put between them, but not too much distance away from her family.

  She didn’t spend much time getting ready – just threw her blonde hair up into a ponytail and slapped on some lip gloss. She wanted to enjoy as much of the day as possible since she heard there was a chance of rain moving in later this afternoon. She didn’t bother with coffee and figured she could always easily find a café somewhere.

  Fifteen minutes later she was heading down the street checking out the neighborhood. I really need to do this more often. She felt rejuvenated by the fresh air and it made her head feel wonderfully clear. She strolled around, losing track of time, exploring the place she now called home. She passed by a pet shop and considered going inside, but turned around and noticed a coffee shop a block over. Her stomach growled and she suddenly realized she was starving. Coffee and a muffin sounded heavenly, so she made her way to Cedar Creek Café.

  Holly found a comfy chair next to the window and kicked back with her large vanilla latte (extra whipped cream) and an enormous cinnamon chocolate muffin. Feeling content and very relaxed, she enjoyed her late breakfast while admiring the view outside. She was feeling really positive – new start and all – and she was relishing her quiet time without obsessing over some guy she didn’t even know. She could even think about going back to work on Monday without freaking out. Yep, it was times like these that recharged her and made her feel like she could handle just about anything.

  She could hear some kids getting a little rambunctious behind her but it was easy enough to tune out. She would like to have kids someday, maybe, if she met the right guy. She was so far away from that reality right now so it wasn’t even worth thinking about. Despite the massive amounts of caffeine and sugar that she just put down, Holly started to feel a bit sleepy. She took out the rubber band from her hair and rested her head back comfortably. Feeling her eyelids close, she basked in the early afternoon sun radiating through the window. It was so warm, so peaceful…she started dozing off…

  “Huh?” Holly blurted out as she snapped her head up.

  “I am so sorry miss,” some woman said to Holly. “Girls, look at what you did – apologize right now!” She looked over at a couple of sticky-faced kids with purple hands. “I probably shouldn’t give them sugar when we are out in public.” The woman laughed nervously. “I never know how they are going to react. It doesn’t look too bad; I bet we can get this out in no time.”

  The woman and her two demon spawn stood over Holly and picked at her hair. Confused, Holly put her hand on the back of her head and felt a large glob of something sticky tangled up in her strands. “What the…,” Holly said as she tried pulling it out. She felt a stick. It’s a fucking lollypop?

  “Girls – apologize!” snapped the woman.

  “We’re sorry,” they said in unison, sounding bored.

  “Uh… don’t worry about it,” Holly said with a fake smile. “I’m sure it will be fine.” She just wanted that woman to stop pawing her head; she was probably making it worse.

  Holly couldn’t get out of there fast enough. She worked on dislodging the sucker from her hair as she walked home, vowing to never ever have kids. By the time she got to her apartment, she was feeling annoyed and stressed and had not made much headway tearing out the candy. She stormed inside and immediately stepped into the shower. She lathered up her hair with the last of her favorite mango-papaya shampoo and worked on getting out all the sticky bits still clinging to her scalp.

  Between several washings (with some crappy free sample shampoo) and a ton of conditioner, she was able to rip out the candy with minimal damage. She lost a small clump of hair but realized it could have been much worse if it would have needed to be chopped out.

  Feeling relieved, she leaned back against the wall and just let the hot water run over her. Her mind somehow drifted to sexy neighbor (big surprise) as she soaped up her body. There was something about being wet and naked that correlated with a certain man…

  I wonder how it would feel to have his hands caressing me like this. She ran her fingers down her breasts, circling around her hard nipples, slowly making her way down her stomach. She closed her eyes and imagined his fingertips getting close to her pussy, ready to spiral around her clit. She felt her wetness mingle with the water flowing down her thighs; her hand substituting for his when…

  BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

  “What the –”

  BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

  It’s the smoke alarm? Holly jumped out of the shower and quickly grabbed a towel to wrap around herself - there was no time to dry off. Dripping wet from head to toe, she ran out into the hallway. She was barely out the door when she heard, “False alarm.”

  “It was just Mrs. Thomas burning popcorn again,” the lady from the unit down the hall said to Holly. She really should start making more of an effort to learn her neighbor’s names.

  As she got ready to go back inside, she noticed Him watching her.

  “I’m sorry you were interrupted during your shower,” he said with the voice that could melt the clothes right off of her, if she were wearing any. His eyes lingered for a few moments and Holly thought that they moved down the entire length of her body, although it was so subtle she couldn’t be sure.

  “Oh, that’s okay…just glad everything is fine.” Except for the big wet spot I made dripping all over the carpet. “Okay, then…see you later,” Holly blurted out.

  She went back inside and fell face first onto her bed. She reached one hand over to grab her diary out of the nightstand before sitting up. With her towel still wrapped around her and wet hair plastered to the sides of her face, she began to write.

  I wish this bed would swallow me whole. He must think I am a neurotic psycho by now. Hell, I think I am a neurotic psycho. The worst part (almost) is that I never even got his name – again. For someone that I don’t want to be thinking about, I sure am spending enough time doing just that. Just who is this guy anyway? And why does he turn me on so damn much? Brian barely made me simmer while some stranger can set me on fire just by looking at me. He is starting to become a distraction – it is impossible to concentrate when all I can think about is his body pressed against me HARD. I bet he is amazing in bed. God, I want him.

  Seconds later, Holly’s diary was on the floor and Magic Flipper (complete with batteries) was in her hand. The familiar buzzing sound triggered her juices to flow, as she brought the pulsating rod between her spread thighs. She became lost in a fantasy as the vibrator worked its magic over her swollen clit.

  I am back in the hallway wearing my towel, which barely covers my large full breasts and tight ass (This is my fantasy). I am standing against the wall when the hottest man walking comes over, never taking his eyes off of me, not even for a moment. He stands close enough for me to feel his heat radiating. His scent is intoxicating, making my mouth water, enticing me to taste him. He runs a finger over my lips; I part them slightly wanting desperately to suck them. He moves his hand slowly down my neck and drags another finger across my chest just under the towel. My nipples harden as he barely touches me, all the while continuing to look me in the eyes. At this point, I am practically panting. My heart is pounding so loudly that he must be able to hear it. I squeeze my
thighs together, almost embarrassed at how wet I am already. I glance down and see the huge bulge in his pants. He sees me looking at him and I swear his cock grows even larger. I want to tell him to fuck me now, but I’m having trouble speaking. I am breathing so hard and the words won’t form in my mouth. He can see how turned on I am and how much I want him inside me. He bends down and runs a hand up my leg; I am now going out of my mind with desire. He parts my legs as he works his way up to my throbbing pussy. I want to demand that he spread me wide and pump his thick cock into me. Before I can, he lightly brushes my clit and…

  Waves of pure delight rippled through Holly. Her orgasm seemed endless as she continued to hold the vibrator on her overly sensitive nub. Feeling completely spent, she removed it, setting it beside her, too tired to move the short distance to place it back into her nightstand drawer. She drifted off to sleep with a smile, very appreciative that she took the time to pick up batteries this week.

  ***

  Holly woke the next morning feeling refreshed and quite wonderful. She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept so soundly. It’s amazing what a great orgasm can do for a good night’s sleep. As she made a cup of tea, she thought about how to spend the last day of her weekend. It was another gorgeous day and she definitely should spend it outside. Lunch in the park sounded lovely, as long as she kept her distance from any sugar-fueled hellions.

  She spent some extra time getting ready, for no other reason than just feeling like it. She even bothered to do her hair instead of pulling it back or throwing on a baseball cap. She could barely notice the spot where the lolly had been, thankfully. Looking in the mirror, Holly felt pleased by what she saw – what a great way to start a day.

  With an extra spring in her step, she grabbed her purse and headed out. As she was just about to leave the building, she remembered that she had never checked her mail from yesterday. She stopped to open the box, never even noticing the person who was coming up behind her. She threw a few bills into her bag, but paused to open the small white envelope and cringed when she seen it was yet another wedding invitation.

  She was getting to the point where she could barely afford to attend another wedding; it was getting ridiculous, but at least she wasn’t being asked to be a part of the wedding party. This time she was merely being invited as a guest, plus one, which was unlikely to happen anyway. She would probably end up going solo, even if she wasn’t looking forward to it. She didn’t want to go at all, but felt obligated since they were old friends of hers. More like old friends of ours. “He’d better not be there,” Holly said as she jammed the invite into her purse, joining the rest of the clutter.

  “Who’d better not be there?” The unexpected, deep voice startled her, causing her to jump.

  Turning around, Holly found herself face to face with Mr. Fine Ass 2B. She felt her entire body blushing. Was that even possible? “Oh, nothing…just wedding stuff.”

  Hot neighbor raised an eyebrow, the sexy one with the scar.

  “Not my wedding, of course,” Holly stammered. “An old couple friend of mine. There’s just some drama that I’d rather not deal with.”

  “Well, I hope it all works out for you.” He smiled, and Holly swore she was going to turn into a puddle of quivering mush right then and there. God, he really was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on.

  “So, you like frogs?”

  “What?” She was totally confused, until it clicked that he was talking about her key chain.

  “Oh, this,” she said, holding up her keys with the big green frog hanging from the ring. “My sister gave this to me, she’s off living in Japan right now. Frogs are considered good luck there, I guess she thought I could use it.”

  “It sounds like there’s a story there.”

  Holly’s cheeks reddened. Had she ever stopped blushing? She wasn’t sure. She just couldn’t believe that she was here right now talking to him.

  “By the way, I don’t think we ever formally introduced ourselves. My name is Jack. Jack Winters.”

  ***

  Holly’s Crushed

  Crushed

  Emotionally devastated; becoming sad or upset by another person’s actions or words.

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  Jack stabbed another piece of steak, took a couple swigs of beer, and tried not to look so bored. He wondered if his date even noticed – she had been talking nonstop for the past hour. Something about her lipstick color matching her purse or was it her shoes? Who the hell knows? She may as well have been talking about pink poodles, for all he cared right now. Everything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish to him. Sure, she was freakin’ hot, but did she babble on like this at the party? He couldn’t remember…

  When he had met Kami last week at his buddy’s 28th birthday party, he jumped at the chance to take her out. She was wearing this tight red dress and he was eager to see what was underneath it. Thinking back, he wondered if he was drunker than he thought.

  It feels like my ears are bleeding. He smiled a couple times, nodded his head, and at least attempted to appear interested in whatever she was saying. Meanwhile, he could not wait for this night to be over. Maybe he would get home in time to catch the end of the game. He pictured himself kicked back on the couch, beer in one hand, remote in the other, and --

  “Are you listening to me?” Kami said.

  “Um…yeah. You were just telling me about your cousin getting married.”

  “It was my sister and I said she is getting divorced. And I talked about that, like, ten minutes ago!”

  “Yeah…sorry about that. I guess I’m just not myself tonight.”

  Ain’t that the truth, he thought. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He must be coming down with something. Normally he would have had her half-way to bed by now. Kami had been all over him at that party and he figured her as a sure thing. She certainly was not shy in showing him what she was after. He only picked women who wanted the same thing as him: A night or two of great sex, leaving both of them to walk away happy. Dinner or drinks beforehand would set the stage and then they’d be ready to rock the night. For whatever reason, tonight he just felt annoyed and couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.

  This was definitely a first for him.

  ***

  Holly paced around her apartment, glass of wine in hand, wondering who that woman was she had seen earlier leaving with Jack. Girlfriend? Prostitute? She sure dressed like one. How she managed to walk anywhere in that skin-tight dress (oversized tube top?) and six-inch heels were beyond her. She sat down and brought out her journal.

  Seen this woman (slut) leaving with Jack tonight. I’m being a bitch, I know. Maybe I’m just jealous. Uh, ya think Holly? Part of me wishes that I were the one with him. The wrong parts of me – I should be thinking with my head right now. What does he even see in her? I guess that is the type of woman he goes for. I can never compete with that – wouldn’t even want to. Yeah right, whatever. Making myself crazed again. Why would I even want to be with a guy like that? Who also just happens to look like a Greek God… Maybe that was his sister…or just a friend. That could be a possibility. It’s not like they walked out arm-in-arm or anything. Yeah, I’m gonna go with that thought.

  Holly set down the journal, plunked herself on the couch, and tried to find a good movie on TV.

  ***

  Jack didn’t even bother inviting Kami back inside. He told her some lame excuse about not feeling well and thankfully, she didn’t push it. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and left. He was very glad that he had asked her to meet him at his apartment before going out. The plan was to bring her back up after dinner, but that idea slipped away earlier. He was relieved that the night wasn’t prolonged by having to drive her home.

  He sat down, turning on what was left of the game. His thoughts quickly went to the woman who had recently moved into the building.

  Holly.

  She had told him her name that day at the mailbox. She had seemed
distracted over something she was reading and didn’t even notice him standing by her. He didn’t mean to scare her, but she did look so damn cute all flushed like that. At least they were able to have a somewhat coherent conversation that day, unlike some of the other times he ran into her.

  He thought about those times he had seen her in the hallway. She was so sexy, in that shy sort of way. When the cucumber rolled out of her bag, she turned bright red and was so embarrassed she could barely look at him. Then when she ran out in just her towel during that false fire alarm…Damn, she looked hot. It took everything in him not to go over there and rip that towel right off of her.

  He sat back, pretty much ignoring the game at this point, and envisioned Holly back in the hallway wearing nothing but a towel. He imagined her wanting him just as much as he wanted her, following him back to his apartment, hair still wet, while he fucked her senseless. He could practically feel her wetness around his cock, which was now becoming uncomfortably hard. Or maybe he should have just taken her right there in the hall – bent her over and slammed his rock-hard cock deep inside of her until she screamed with pleasure. Fuck, he was horny and wishing right now that he hadn’t sent Kami away.

  He unzipped his pants and wrapped his hand around his throbbing shaft. It didn’t take long; a couple strokes and then he was experiencing that quick release he needed so desperately.

  My drive is still there, he thought. He had been worried earlier, afraid that he was losing it. He had this scorching hot woman with him tonight and all he could think about during dinner was going home. Alone. He was concerned about getting old. Shit, he was only 28. He had a long life of sex ahead of him. He had enjoyed his youth immensely so far and knew he was blessed with the kind of looks that allowed him to get any woman he wanted. That wasn’t conceit on his part, he was not an egomaniac, but he would have to be blind not to see the effect he had on women.