What A Difference A Day Makes

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Early Saturday morning, the mattress shifted, causing Jenny to wake.  She opened her eyes and raised her head off the pillow and watched the naked ass of her latest fling as he walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.  “Fucking tequila,” she moaned as she put her face into her pillow, ashamed of herself, angry that she had been weak, again. It had been almost two years since she had been widowed due to a horrible accident on the freeway that ran through town.  Over the past few months, her loneliness had become so bad that she began to frequent a local bar.  Occasionally, such as last night, she’d drink too much, and allow herself to go too far and invite someone home with her.   “What the hell is his name?” she asked herself.  Hearing the toilet flush, she raised her head again, looking toward the bathroom door.   “Hello beautiful!” her latest conquest said cheerily, stopping to take in the luscious curves of the beautiful redhead that lay before him.  “How about we have a little early morning delight?” he asked, flirting with her. “Look, whatever your name is, that is not going to happen.  Let’s just call it what it was; you got laid, I got laid, yay us,” she snapped at him.  “I need you to get the fuck out of my house, now, you got that?” “Damn, baby, that’s kind of cold.  You know my car is at the bar, right?” he replied “So uber, asshole, and don’t call me baby.  Get dressed and get out, now!” she ordered, her anger building.  She pulled the sheet over her naked body and watched him pull his clothes on.  He opened his phone and started to get a ride lined up.  Without a word, he walked out of her room.   She waited until she heard the front door open and close behind him.  Once she knew she was alone, she laid her head on her pillow again and began to sob uncontrollably. ****** Later that morning, Jenny sat on the front porch on the slide swing she had gotten from her grandmother; she loved to sit outside and read when she could.  She’d showered away last night’s mistake and was wearing some old, comfortable jeans, and one of the flannel shirts she’d kept when she gave away her late husband’s clothes.  It made her miss him less, she could smell him when she wore it.  Since she had no intention of being around anyone for the rest of the day, she had decided not to put a bra on and had tied the tails of the shirt just under her breast without fastening a button.  Her lovely globes were cradled and presented nicely.   As she read her book, trying to get immersed in it, a loud, obnoxious beeping noise pulled her out of it.  Looking up and toward the street, she discovered the source.  A moving truck was backing down the driveway of the house next to hers.  Being curious about who the new owner was, she set the book down next to her on the cushion.  Thank God, the house finally sold, she thought to herself. ***Bill slowly backed the truck toward his new home.  It had been a long eight months and he was happy to be through the storm.  Since he had caught his wife cheating with her boss in their bed, he had not had a moment’s peace until last week when the divorce was finalized.  He brought the moving van to a stop and turned the engine off.  Taking in a deep breath, he sat in silence, contemplating the moment.  “Look forward, not backward, home, at last,” he said to himself.   He opened the truck door and jumped out, slamming the door behind him.  He froze in place; sitting on the porch of the house next to him was a stunningly beautiful woman, her wavy red hair flowing down over her shoulders.  “Oh my god,” he whispered to himself. ***The truck came to a stop in front of the garage, and a nice-looking man, about forty, Jenny surmised, jumped out of the cab and slammed the door.  He was standing just twenty feet from her in his driveway. “Hey neighbor!” she said in a welcoming tone.  My, he is a good-looking man, she thought. “Hello, and a good morning to you, neighbor!” he replied.  He started for the porch, “My name’s Bill, Bill Johnson,” he said as he held his hand out. “Well, I’m Jenny, Jenny Parker, nice to meet you, Bill,” she said softly, standing to shake his hand.  When their hands met, both felt it; a bolt of electricity shot through them.  “Oh my,” Jenny whispered. “What’s that?” Bill asked not hearing her whisper.   “Oh, um, it was nothing,” Jenny replied, sitting and inviting him to sit beside her on the swing. “Glad to have someone finally buy the house, it was on the market too long.”   Bill could not help but take in the view of her loosely cradled breasts; her cleavage was in full view.  “Well, it wasn’t easy extricating myself from my marriage,” Bill chuckled. “If I’d known such a beautiful woman would be my neighbor, I’d have been here much İstanbul Escort sooner,” he flirted. “Well, how sweet,” Jenny replied.  “Please forgive my clothes, I just threw something on after my shower,” she told him. “I like your choice of attire if you don’t mind my saying,” Bill replied.  You ass, what are you thinking? he scolded himself. “Oh my, you are a flirt, aren’t you,” Jenny blushed. “Uh, Jenny, please forgive me for being so forward, but I mean it, you’re a sight for these tired eyes,” he smiled. “It’s just that I am finally free from the last eight months, and right out of the gate I meet an angel that is living right next to me.  I hope you’ll not hold that against me, I could not be more pleased to have met you this morning.” Bill apologized. “Well, since you put it that way, I’ll give you a pass, this time,” Jenny chuckled.  She felt her cheeks flush.  She was taken by this guy.  She hadn’t felt this way in a long time. She had noticed how nicely he filled out his shirt.  She also noticed the word “Coach” embroidered on it. The two were snapped back into the real world when a lifted 4-wheel drive pickup truck squealed tires as it pulled into the driveway with four loud young men in the back.  “Hey Coach, we’re here!” one yelled from the back of the truck. “Yeah, I figured that out, Jimmy!  You are less than subtle,” Bill laughed.   “Um, who are these young men?  They look like a handful,” Jenny laughed. “These are some seniors from my football team,” he told her. “Oh, that explains your shirt,” she smiled. “Yeah, I’m the new coach for the high school football team, just transferred with the move.  Hope to see you at the games,” he told her. “Well, I am not a big sports fan, but now, with my hunk of a new neighbor being the coach, I just may have to take it up,” she replied, flirting back. “Well then, this is my lucky day.  A gorgeous neighbor, and my first fan of the season to boot,” he smiled.   “Alright men, get started.  The boxes are marked with the room they go in, I will be right there, hit it!” he ordered. The pickup emptied quickly and they ran to the truck to begin unloading it. “Wow, they respect you.  I am impressed,” Jenny observed. “Well, most of it is because of this shirt, but they are a good group of kids, we might have a really good team this year,” he said proudly.   “You seem pretty close to them with being the new coach and all,” she noted. “Yeah, been working hard on getting past the new coach thing, we are doing well at bonding.  It is very important that we make this transition quickly,” he told her. “Better get over there before they get into trouble.”  “Yeah, I think you’re right,” she giggled.   Her stomach was knotted up with nerves, she liked this guy even though she had just met him.  She looked down, then mustering up some nerves, she looked back up at him. “Bill, um, do you have any dinner plans?” she asked pensively, brushing some loose hair off her face, her eyes locked on his. “Figured I hit the burger joint down at the mall once I get everything into the house, you know, being moving day and all.  Why do you ask?” he replied. Jenny took a deep breath, “well, I hope it is not being too forward, but I’d like, I mean, if you wanted, I would like to invite you over for dinner, maybe spaghetti?” she answered, nearly passing out with nerves, her hands clasped in her lap. “Wow, are you kidding?  I’d love it!” he beamed.   “Good, I am glad, see you at say, seven o’clock?” asked.  “Deal, thank you!  I can’t wait,” he told her as he headed off the porch. “Oh, my,” Jenny sighed happily as she watched Bill disappear into the house.  Her heart was much lighter than earlier.  “Things might be looking up,” she smiled, standing and heading inside to start getting things ready for her date.   ****** Jenny looked at her phone that was sitting on the vanity to check the time: “five o’clock, time to start cooking,” she whispered to herself. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, she’d spent a lot of time making herself presentable. “Shower, shave… everywhere, make-up, hair, and the dress…perfect.  Not too much, but enough,” she smiled to herself.  Turning off the bathroom light, she grabbed her phone and headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Bill threw the empty pizza boxes and soda cans into a large trash bag and took it to the garage.  “The boys did a good job,” he said to himself as he walked back into the kitchen.  All the boxes were unpacked, and the furniture was assembled and where it would likely stay.  “Good job, indeed,” he repeated as he looked at his watch.  “Five o’clock, time to get moving,” he said to himself, a large smile forming on his face.  “It’s been so long since I’ve been İstanbul Escort Bayan on a date, or with a woman, hope I know how to act,” he chuckled and headed to the bathroom to wash all the moving dirt and sweat away.  “I got a date!” he chuckled again. One hour later Bill headed out of the driveway in his F-150 pickup truck heading to the mall.  “Flowers, and some wine, red I think,” he said to himself as he turned up the radio.  It was a good day, his first day of freedom and he was feeling good.  “And I got a date!” he said to himself, a broad grin forming, fingers tapping on the steering wheel in time with the George Strait song “I can still make Cheyenne,” that was playing on the radio. Jenny lit the candles on the dining room table and turned the lights down low.  Romantic, she thought to herself.  “Alexa, play soft jazz radio!” she commanded the speaker on the counter.  Instantly soft jazz started playing.  “Now, all we need is Bill,” she smiled.  The doorbell rang as if right on cue.  “That’s a good sign, seven o’clock sharp,” she said as she headed for the door. Opening the door, she found Bill hiding behind a dozen long-stem red roses and a grocery bag.  “Hello, beautiful,” she heard him say from behind the flowers. “Oh my gosh, you didn’t have to do that, they’re simply beautiful,” she said softly, her heart swelling.  She took them from him and gave him a soft peck on the cheek.  “This was so thoughtful, it’s been a long time since someone has given me flowers, thank you,” she whispered into his ear. “Well, you’re welcome.  I couldn’t come empty-handed after your generous offer.  So, a rose, for a rose,” he replied.  “And I brought us some wine as well, figured we could sample some before we eat, you know, break the ice and maybe get to know each other, what do you think?” he asked, holding up one of the bottles, a boyish grin on his face. “Oh, I think I need to keep an eye on you, you could be dangerous. You might have a good idea,” she admitted as she led him into the house. “Awesome, just show me where the corkscrew is hiding!” Bill offered as he shut the door behind them. “Follow me, I need to get these beautiful roses in some water, they are gorgeous!” Jenny told him.  “The corkscrew is right there in that drawer,” she said, pointing her elbow at the utensil drawer. Jenny placed the bouquet in a vase with water and placed the flowers on the table along with the candles. “Very nice,” she said. “Yes, they are,” Bill said softly as he stood beside Jenny, his hand finding the small of her back. “Oh, hello there,” Jenny smiled, finding comfort in his tender touch.  “Hello, care for some wine, pretty lady?” he asked as his hand moved around to her hip, giving it a gentle squeeze.   “Yes, I’d like that.  I’m very happy you’re here, really,” she whispered as she moved to pull out her chair. “Oh, allow me,” Bill said, pulling it out for her and pushing it back once she had sat down. “Oh my, you are such a gentleman,” she giggled.  “Thank you, kind sir.” Bill poured both glasses full, placing one in front of Jenny, and sitting in the adjacent chair, holding up the glass, “to new neighbors, and good friends, I hope,” he said in a toast.   “Yes, friends sounds nice, cheers!” Jenny added cheerfully. After taking a drink, Bill put his hand on top of Jenny’s hand.  “So, Bill Johnson, thirty-nine, married ten years, divorce papers signed ten days ago,” he rattled off, his eyes never leaving hers. “Oh, we’re doing that,” Jenny giggled.  “Well, ok, Jenny Parker, um widowed nearly two years ago. Twenty-nine was married for five years.  Procurement manager at the factory on Ellis Parkway,” she replied.  “I am so sorry to hear about your husband passing I had no idea,” Bill told her, gently squeezing her hand.  “Here’s to his memory,” he said, raising his glass again. Jenny’s eyes welled up with tears, “oh, that is so kind, thank you for not making it awkward,” she said as she clinked glasses and took a drink. “Seems like we are both looking for a safe place,” Bill said softly.  “I can’t help but believe now, that my buying that house is more than a coincidence.” “I am so glad you’re here, Bill.  I felt something today right away with you, I can’t explain it, but you may be right, bigger powers might be a play here,” Jenny replied, looking deep into his eyes. “Yeah, something like that,” Bill said, gently lifting her chin with his finger and kissing her passionately. Jenny moaned softly and melted into the kiss.  She placed her hand on the back of his neck and returned the kiss, pulling them together, the kiss turning smoldering hot. Bill broke the kiss and opened his eyes, finding Jenny frozen with her eyes still shut.  Slowly she opened Escort İstanbul them, her face was flushed as was your chest.  “Wow,” she whispered, looking down, then looking back into Bill’s eyes.  “Did you feel that?” she asked him, needing him to say something. “Are you kidding me, of course, I did!” he replied, his head spinning. “Um, should we, I mean, do you want to eat now?” Jenny stammered knowing she had no interest in food now; her heart was racing, and her body was electrified. “No, no I think I have a better idea, dance with me?” he asked, standing and holding his hand out for her to take.  “Oh, what a wonderful idea,” she whispered, taking his hand as he pulled her up into a soft hug.   “Yeah, every now and then I get lucky and have a good one,” he teased.  “Alexa, play George Strait, The Chair,” he said loudly, his eyes never leaving her piercing blue eyes. “Oh, another George fan,” she giggled as the song began to play.  “I love this song,” Jenny whispered as she put her arms up and around Bill’s neck, laying her head on his shoulder, and feeling his hands fall to her hips. Nice cologne, she thought to herself as she closed her eyes. The two melted into one as they slowly swayed and spun allowing the music to whisp them into a daze, aware of only each other and the bond that was growing.   Sometime after the music stopped playing, Bill stopped moving, snapping Jenny back to reality.  He lifted her chin and kissed her passionately. Jenny responded with equal neediness, moaning into the kiss, pushing her tongue into her mouth to twirl with his, leaving no doubt of her feelings or how she was feeling. Bill’s hands dropped to Jenny’s ass, cupping both cheeks as he pulled her against his hardening cock causing a lusty moan to escape as they kissed.  She followed suit and dropped her hands to his athletic ass, pulling him against her mound, and grinding on him. Suddenly, Jenny broke the kiss, moving her head back and looking into Bill’s eyes, “I want you, but if we do this, you better be ready to go all the way, understand?   If you’re going to hit it and quit it, then leave now.  I am done with meaningless, got it?” she asked. Bill’s eyes remained locked on Jenny’s as he carefully thought about his response.  He was still raw from his divorce, never expected this, and he wanted to not screw this up, “I’m not interested in a one-time thing,” he told her before kissing her.  “I didn’t expect this, wasn’t ready for you, but thank God you’re here.  In answer to your question, I’m not going anywhere, all I need to know is what you’d like me to cook you for breakfast,” he assured her. Jenny kissed him lovingly, her heart began to beat faster from his words, relaxing her.  “Pancakes,” she whispered.  “Now, where were we?” she asked with a mischievous smile. “Well, you were about to lose your dress,” Bill replied as he reached behind her neck finding the zipper on her summer dress and pulling it down to the middle of her back.  He pulled it off her shoulders and let it fall into a pile at her feet.  Immediately he undid her bra letting her pull her arms out of it, then tossing it on the floor.   Jenny grabbed the bottom of Bill’s shirt and raised it over his head, tossing it to the floor.  “There, now we’re both topless,” she giggled before undoing his trousers and letting them fall down his legs.  She grabbed his thick cock through his boxers, “Mm, now who’s a lucky girl?” she smiled.  She leaned down and kissed one of his nipples, then she bit it and sucked on it before dropping to her knees, hooking her thumbs in the band of his boxers and pulling them down his legs, leaving them on his feet as she licked the mushroom head on Bills thick cock. Bill worked his fingers into Jenny’s red locks, throwing his head back and groaning as she pushed her mouth onto his cock and began to bob up and down it, her tongue rubbing the sensitive skin under his cock head, creating suction as she worked it.  Her hands moved to his ass cheeks to pull him closer to her as she fucked him with her mouth.  She pushed her mouth onto his cock, gagging before she gave one last push and felt the head of his cock go into her throat.  Bill moaned, holding her head in place until she pushed back and off his cock.   “Oh my god, that was amazing,” Bill moaned as he pulled Jenny to her feet.  The two locked into a sensual kiss, tongues twirling.  Bill pinched both of Jenny’s nipples and gave them a twist and a tug before he leaned down and sucked them into his mouth one at a time.   As he sucked on Jenny’s tits, he hooked his thumbs into the thin band of her green thong, easing it over her hips before pulling the tiny triangle off her wet pussy, and dragging it below her knees, then letting it fall to the floor.  He could smell her musky arousal as he admired her well-groomed pussy, a thin landing strip being the only pubic hair on her.  “Nice trim job,” he said before leaning in and dragging his tongue across her outer lips, raking in her arousal. “Oh, god that feels good,” Jenny whispered. 

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