Former Playboy Playmates Part 4: Julianne’s Depression - Sex Stories

Former Playboy Playmates Part 4: Julianne’s Depression

... their plans and their life together would end. She was crushed. This man fathered their two children, paid for her college education, helped her land a photo shoot with Playboy magazine, and loved her – or so she thought. Julianne flung some random bread into her cart, not paying attention to the name brand or price. She moved to the next aisle, grabbing several canned pasta meals she could easily heat up to eat. She made her way to the frozen food aisle, grabbing random microwavable meals, only caring and paying enough attention to avoid getting anything with chicken in it. She made her way to the next aisle, reminding herself to take her medication. She was looking at bananas, choosing some that weren’t too green, looking forward to getting back to bed to resume her weekend activity of sleeping when she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Oh crap,” she said to herself, “Please don’t be someone I know. Maybe I should’ve waited till tonight to come here.” Julianne slowly turned around and saw a man’s chest at eye level. She blinked a few times, arching her neck, peering up at an immensely large African-American. He was at least a foot taller than her and was smiling politely. “Hi, I think I know you, but I’m not sure,” He chuckled. “Oh. Alright,” Julianne said flatly, thinking that he looked familiar but couldn’t place him. “I recently moved back to Tampa and I think I know you from my younger years,” He said. Julianne nodded, “Um, ok,” her neck still arched. The man backed away ...

... a little bit. “I think I went to high school with your nieces. Do you have a few sisters? Diane, Stephanie, and – ” “I do, yes.” Julianne unintentionally cut him off. “Well then I think you’re Tiffanie? No, Alyssa?” He cocked his head to the side after naming Julianne’s youngest sisters. The 43 year old blushed, shaking her head. “I’m Julianne,” She replied. “Oh! I remember now! Sorry,” He said. “I’m TJ. Like I said, I went to school with your nieces. I lived next door to them with my father, Tony, and my stepmom for a little while.” “Yes, TJ, I remember you,” Julianne blushed again, looking away, thinking how horrible she must look in sweat pants. “You look great,” TJ said. Julianne’s mouth dropped. “Um, thank you,” she said in disbelief. “So do you.” “Listen, I’m still relearning my way around Tampa after being away for 15 years or so. There are a lot of new places to see. If you don’t have plans tonight, can I take you to dinner and we can ride around some?” TJ asked. “Tonight? I don’t know,” Julianne said, looking to the side, pushing a lock of shoulder-length blonde hair behind her ear. “You sure? Maybe you could recommend a new restaurant and after we eat we can ride around. Just something to do,” TJ explained. Julianne was still in shock, wondering if this was a date, or just a friend from long ago wanting to hang out. She didn’t know and didn’t care, “Yes, that’d be great.” “Wonderful. Do you still live in the same house, next to my father’s?” “I do, yes,” Julianne ...