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  ‘Jesus I want to kiss her! I want to slide that robe down her sexy body as I slowly kiss down her neck, over her shoulders down to her breasts sucking her chocolate covered nipples into my mouth flicking my tongue against them then sinking my teeth into her delicious flesh,’ Julian thought.

  He could feel his member starting to rise at the thought of making love to Angela. He was clearing his throat and turning so that she could not see in his pants exactly what was on his mind.

  “I am going to get going. Thanks for the candles. I will replace them, I promise,” he said walking back to her door.

  “You will not. They are candles, not the content of my back account,” Angela said shaking her head.

  Turning back just before she closed the door, Julian stuck his head back into her door and kissed her on the cheek. “Night, gorgeous,” he whispered to her before turning and jogging down her front stairs.

  ‘Did he just call me gorgeous?’ Angela thought. ‘Did he just kiss me?’

  Angela locked her front door, turned off the lights and went upstairs to her bedroom. Angela’s mouth watered imagining Julian’s hard but soft meaty head. She pictured him holding it with his hand sliding up and down his cock as he rubs it on her face and lips. She longed for the plump head to pass her lips. She imagined when it did, she would suck passionately on the tip as if the sweet cum inside was a drop of rain in a drought.

  Angela grabbed the same pink towel she had ran to the front door in and stepped out of the tub. Drying herself off, she climbed into her bed knowing she was going to spend the rest of the night dreaming about Julian. What she didn’t know was that Julian had been watching her the whole time from his bedroom window. He was sure that Angela had forgotten that her curtains were not closed. But he was so glad she had. `

  CHAPTER 4

  “Rewire the whole house?” Julian was saying to his best friend, Thomas Higgins. Julian and Thomas had met when they were both five. Julian and Tom’s dad were both military men and they had ended up in houses right across the street from each other on the base. Even though both families moved dozens of times after that, they had both somehow eventually ended up on the same base at some point. They had gone to West Point together, joined the Marines together and retired together. The only difference in their lives really was that Tom had met the woman of his dreams, married her and had five amazing kids. Julian was still trying to find that woman that did not want to kill him for his pension.

  “Yeah, man, I told you when you bought this place you were going to have to rewire the old house. These old Victorians have a terrible electrical structure,” Tom said. “Look, me and a couple of the guys can get started on it right away but if I get your power back on without making these repairs, your house can possibly end up on fire.”

  Julian was pacing back and forth in his living room rubbing his neck. He had decided to keep his parents’ old house and as much in the original condition as he possibly could. It had all of the original crown moldings. He had to have new hardwood floors installed but he had installed the exact same wood that was used in the original house which had cost him a pretty penny. His house had five bedrooms and six bathrooms. A lot of house for a single man with no children but he hoped to get married and start a family. It was really important to him that his kids grow up in the house he grew up in but sometimes he swore this place was a money-pit.

  “So what you are saying is not only do I have to get the entire place rewired, I also have to pay to stay in a hotel for a month?” Julian said.

  “Two,” Tom said bracing himself for Julian’s response which came promptly.

  “TWO, TWO, TWO MONTHS?” he yelled.

  “Hey, you are the one that wants to maintain the house for historical purposes so me and the guys have to take our time here,” Tom said backing away from him with his hands up like he was being held at gun point.

  “Knock, Knock,” Angela said at the front door. “Julian, are you here?” she said opening his front door and walking in.

  Julian always left his door unlocked. The neighborhood they lived in was very safe and in the instance that someone was stupid enough to enter his house, he was a Marine with several guns and was trained in five different types of martial arts.

  “Hey, Ang, I am in the living room,” Julian yelled out to her.

  Angela came into the living room. “Oh gosh, I am so sorry I didn’t know you had company,” she said apologetically.

  “It’s ok, he is not company,” Julian said waving Tom off. “He is my best friend and electrician, Tom Higgins. Tom, this is my neighbor, Angela McMillian,” he introduced them. As they greeted each other, Julian took the time to get a good look at Angela’s rear-end which was devastatingly round and looked like it was soft and more than a handful to get a hold of; just the way he liked it. She was wearing a black pin-striped business suit with sexy black stilettos that showed off her succulent calves and a white lace top with a bow at the neck. Julian love the way she dressed. When Angela was going to work, she was all professional and sexy as hell and when she was home and spending time with the girls, she was all casual and still sexy as hell.

  ‘I wonder if there is anything she looks bad in,’ he thought. Then remembering that he had seen her in nothing but a towel last night, he thought, ‘Nope, there isn’t.’

  “I am so sorry to interrupt. I wanted to stop by and let you know dinner will be served at eight o’clock tonight. The girls are with their father for a week in the Bahamas so I can eat a little later than normal. So will I see you at eight?” Angela asked.

  “I wish I could but I have to move into a hotel room tonight for two months so I won’t be around,” Julian said giving Tom the evil eye.

  “TWO MONTHS? Why?” Angela asked him. The thought of not really seeing him for two months bothered Angela a great deal. ‘What in the world? When did that happen?’ she was thinking to herself.

  “I have to have the entire house rewired so my house doesn’t catch on fire,” Julian said.

  “Oh God, that is a lot of time to stay at a hotel. Can you afford that and the repairs?” Angela said to him. “Oh God, I am so sorry. I forget sometimes and just speak my mind. That is none of my business,” she finished apologizing.

  “No, no, it’s fine, Angie, I have no secrets from you. To be honest, I really can’t afford it but I don’t have a choice,” Julian said to her.

  “Why don’t you come over and stay at my house? You know I have to those two extra rooms that are going completely unused. That way you can be close to home and save money,” Angela offered. Before she knew it, she had just asked this deliciously irresistible man to come and live with her. ‘ANGELA, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND,’ she screamed at herself in her own head.

  “Won’t that be hard on the girls?” Julian said getting so close to Angela that she had to look up to look him in the eye. All of a sudden Angela felt like she had swallowed a tennis ball.

  Clearing her throat, she said, “The girls are coming home for two days next week and then they will be gone with their dad to France for two months. So they wouldn’t even be home.”

  “You are going to be home alone for two months?” Julian said. The thought of Angela being unsafe made his blood boil.

  “Yeah, I will be fine. We have the safest neighborhood ever. You should know; you never lock your doors,” she said smiling.

  “Well, if I take you up on your offer, you have to let me make ALL the repairs your car needs,” he said. When Angela started to protest, he pressed his finger against her lips and said, “Fair trade,” and winked at her.

  Removing his fingers from her lips, she licked her lips she could still taste him.

  “Using my own words against me, huh? That’s looow! But I like it!” Angela said smiling.

  “Alright, Tom, you can get your guys working on the repairs for me...” Julian said pausing and looking to Angela for a date.

  “Is Monday ok?” she said to them.

  “Monday is perfect,” To
m said.

  “Then Monday it is,” Julian said smiling at her.

  “So...dinner tonight? Yay or nay?” Angela said to him

  “Yeah, definitely yeah!” Julian said. The thought of staying in Angela’s guest room brought up all kinds of thoughts of places he and she could christen in her house.

  “Umm... OK, then I will see you at eight then,” Angela said heading to the front door. “I have to get going to get to work on time. So I will see you later, Julian and Tom, it was nice to meet you,” Angela said smiling at them both.

  “Oh, No! It was my pleasure to meet you,” Tom said. Julian knew from the tone of his voice that he was going to hear it from him as soon as Angela closed the door in 3…2…1...

  “THAT'S WHY YOU WANT TO LIVE HERE!” Tom yelled laughing and pointing at Julian.

  “It is not and stop pointing at me like you are a five year old girl!” Julian said.

  Tom started dancing in the same spot he was standing in and saying, “Julian and Angie sittin' in a tree K.I.S.S.I.N.G!”

  “Does your wife know you are gay?” Julian said to him.

  “Whatever; I give it two weeks and Angela is going to know for SURE that you're not,” Tom said.

  “Whatever, dude, we are friends and neighbors. That is all. I help her out sometimes and she helps me out sometimes, nothing more,” Julian said. He has drinking a cup of instant coffee that was terrible but still tasted like café ole compared to the swill they had been given when they were deployed.

  “So you’re saying you have no attraction to that sexy ass woman? If not, I think the question should be ‘are YOU gay’?” Tom said.

  “NO, hell no. All I do is think of Angela and all the different positions I want to pleasure her in. But I don’t think I am her type,” Julian said.

  “First TMI… and second, how do you know you are not her type? Have you asked her out?” Tom said.

  “No, she is fresh off a divorce from an ass. She has two great kids. I don’t want to seem like that creepy perv neighbor that preys on the single women that move on the block,” Julian said sitting on the arm of his couch.

  “Well, you do kinda look like an old perv,” Tom said laughing. “Dude, how are you going to know what she thinks if you don’t make a move?”

  “It’s not that simple,” Julian said.

  “Alright, don’t listen to me,” Tom said picking up his tool box and heading toward the door. “I don’t know what I am talking about. Let me get home to my wife and five kids. I will see you Monday.”

  “Yeah thanks and Tom, the only reason you are married is because your wife felt sorry for your pathetic ass,” Julian said laughing.

  “Yeah, well she doesn’t think I am pathetic when we are gettin' it on,” Tom said laughing and moving his hips in a circle.

  “Tom, get out of my house,” Julian said pointing to his front door.

  CHAPTER 5

  “So you won’t let him take you on a date but you will let him move in with you?” Toni was saying to Angela smiling at her like the cat that caught the canary. Angela had been in total shock all morning. Once she left Julian’s house she could not believe that she had just blurted out that he could come and stay with her for two months. It was like for three minutes she had, had verbal Tourette’s.

  Angela’s first had been her husband and they had dated for months before they had finally made love. Angela was no prude but she just was not the sleep around type. She definitely did not let men anywhere near her daughters. But something in her told her that Julian was different.

  “He is not moving in. I am helping him out. He has done so much for me since me and the girls moved into the house and all I have ever done is bake him a cake and said ‘thank you’. I want to do something for him.”

  “Yeah, you want to do something for him alright,” Toni said laughing at her.

  “Will you please finish your work so that we can go to lunch? I am starving,” Angela said laughing.

  “Aww… isn’t this nice? The two little piggies are going to lunch together. Where are you ladies going? Dunkin’ Doughnuts? Krispy Kreme?” Sandra Lexington said to Angela and Toni.

  Sandra was Mr. Lexington’s wife, his much younger wife by about thirty years. She was a walking monument to gold digger. Once Mr. Lexington had finally married her, she had gotten over one hundred and fifty thousand dollars of “improvements” so that she could “look good” for her husband. From her gigantic size boobs to her colossal ass she had made sure there was not one item on her body that was original. She had always mistrusted and watched Angela from day one. After all, the way she had met Mr. Lexington and weaseled herself into his bed and then his pocket was that she had once done the job that Angela was doing. Except Angela was pretty sure she had done it from her knees.

  “No, Sandra, we are going to a new restaurant that we heard about called Gold Digging tramp,” Toni said to her. “I have been told their manipulative shrew is to die for,” she finished winking at Angela.

  “Why you little...” Sandra started to say but was cut off my Angela buzzing the intercom and saying, “Mr. Lexington, your wife is here to see you, sir.”

  “Oh thank you, Angie. But of course send her in,” he said.

  Releasing the button and not even giving Sandra the satisfaction of looking at her, Angela said “You can go right in ma’am. Your husband is waiting for you.”

  Sandra stomped passed Angela’s desk and into his office slamming the door behind her.

  “One of these days I am going piss her off and see how high I can get her blood pressure to see if one of those puppies pop!” Toni said.

  “HA!” Angela said laughing “Alright you are cleaning that up.”

  “Girl, isn’t anything in there but nut!” Toni said laughing.

  “Nut?” Angela said not picking up on what Toni was trying to say at first then grasping what she meant. “OH EWWW! No Toni!” she said “Get your purse and let’s go crazy,” Angela said.

  “You know I have a filthy mind,” Toni said as they were walking to the elevator.

  “Yeah, I know you need to tone it down a little maybe,” Angela said shaking her head.

  “Girl, I believe if you’re gonna do something then you gotta put your foot in it,” Toni said as they boarded the elevator.

  “Fix it Jesus,” Angela said pressing the button for the executive garage.

  ******

  Toni and Angela went to Penelope’s. It was a new bistro that was down the street from their office building. They had just gotten down to ordering their lunch; Toni ordering a bacon double cheeseburger and Angela ordering a salad.

  “Are you on a diet again? I see you ordered salad for lunch,” Toni said to her.

  “No, I am happy with my body right now actually. I am pretty sure that God didn’t intend for all of us to be the same size. I just want to eat healthier. I want to be an example for the girls, you know?” Angela looked around at the restaurant. This was the first time she had been there. Toni had been there a couple of times with her husband. Penelope’s was the newest restaurant on the block so, of course, it was jam packed with customers at lunch time. Looking around, Angela could see that this may be a place that actually stayed for a while. The owners had paid acute attention to detail. Beautiful surroundings and exquisite cuisine are all part of the Penelope’s experience.

  The décor is elegant, smart and stylish. The service is friendly and attentive. All of this while enjoying live piano made for an unforgettable atmosphere!

  Penelope’s offered a live piano bar entertainment and complimentary valet parking seven nights a week. The wine list is comprised of over two hundred different options with an impressive captain's portfolio and features an extensive by-the-glass selection, updated seasonally.

  As Angela looked around the room at all the people dining together and the décor, she spotted someone she never expected to see, Julian. He was having lunch with a gorgeous woman. She reminded Angela of Beyoncé; seeing him sitting
there with her as she ran her hand seductively up and down his arm obviously flirting and him staring into her eyes as they talked giving her his undivided attention, suddenly made Angela’s blood boil.

  Angela knew it was wrong but she could not take her eyes off them. What right did she have to be mad? He was not her man. He had never even pretended to be interested in her. But she was pissed off. Angela realized she had come to enjoy the possibility of maybe being a “her and Julian” but after seeing him with whoever that woman was, she was pretty sure she was out of the running. Not by the way she looked but by the way he looked at her.

  “What’s wrong?” Toni said looking in the direction that Angela was looking in. That was when she spotted Julian having lunch with some woman.

  “Oh honey, I am sorry,” she said sympathetically, rubbing her arm. Breaking her attention away from the couple across the room, Angela looked at Toni and smiled. “For what?” she said to her as the waitress brought them their meals.

  “Do you want to go over there and say something to him?” Toni said. “I think I can take her.”

  “NO!” Angela said. “Julian did not do anything wrong and neither did she for that matter. He is not my man. I have no claim on him. He is my neighbor and we help each other out from time to time, that is all. Now eat your food so that we can get back to work,” she finished taking a bite into her chef’s salad.

  “Ok, for you I will let it go. But you ever see that heffa next door you call me. I got something for her,” Toni said in a hostile tone.

  “What, Toni, what do you have for her? You cried last week when you broke a nail at the office,” Angela said laughing at her.

  “Oh, I ain’t gonna fight. Ain’t nobody got time for that. I am a grown woman. I don’t fight cute and shoot. I stopped fighting 10 years ago,” Toni said. Angela was laughing so hard she almost choked on her salad.

  “No, I would bring her a pound cake and a half gallon of ice cream. The skinny ones always have a weakness for sweets. I would sit her butt down, give her a spoon and a fork and you take Julian and run,” Toni said.