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

Former Playboy Playmates Part 4: Julianne’s Depression

... to be much closer with her son. He was probably in bed with a woman across town, having far better things to do than to check on his mother. “No, I didn’t. Just Sandee and Valerie,” TJ replied, a brief flash of the two high school students removing their tops, kissing the fellow classmate, TJ, at the same time, leading to hours of foreplay and sex. “That was a long time ago, but we were good friends in school.” After their meal, TJ opened the passenger side door for Julianne, smiling at her. She soon found herself talking more than she had since “it” happened – that fateful night she caught her ex-husband in the act. She was telling TJ where to go around town to see new sights and explained new shopping center, new roads, new places to go that have developed in the last 15 odd years since TJ last lived in Tampa. When they arrived at her home after an hour or so, thoughts of her loneliness came flooding back. She would be alone again in her bed, sleeping as much as possible, back to her regular routine. “What you like to come in?” Julianne nearly blurted out to TJ. “Uh, sure. That’d be great,” He replied, chuckling at her urgency. After pouring him a glass of water, joining him on the couch, they chatted a bit more. “Yeah looks about like I remember from my teen years,” TJ noted. “Yeah, the furniture is different. But other than that things are pretty similar. I was lucky to be able to move in,” Julianne said, cutting herself off, realizing she might have opened a can of ...

... worms. “Why’s that?” TJ asked. “Oh, well, I got divorced and my sister Diane was moving to Charleston. Things just worked out to allow me to move in,” Julianne explained, hoping TJ wouldn’t ask more questions about the divorce. “I see. Yes that is good and I’m sorry about your divorce,” TJ nodded. “Thanks,” she replied, taking a sip of her own water. TJ looked around, glancing to the windows to his right, “I had forgotten how close the houses were to each other on this street. I can see right into my father’s house almost.” “Is he around? If so, feel free to go over and say hello,” Julianne said. “No, no, that’s fine. He’s probably not home now anyway. He works very late, or so he says,” TJ explained, a slight tone of disbelief in his voice. “Yeah,” Julianne said, standing up, walking to the kitchen behind them, “I don’t see much of him. I go to bed pretty early and am at work most of the day, so that’s why.” “I see,” TJ said, turning around, watching Julianne at the kitchen sink, cleaning her glass. He stood and walked toward her. “I haven’t seen Joanne in a long time either,” She said, referring to TJ’s stepmom. “She has children that still live there right?” Julianne asked, not paying attention to TJ’s position in the kitchen. “She does,” He whispered from directly behind her, startling her slightly. Julianne’s eyes widened when she felt his large, black hand slide around her curved waist, coming to rest on her flat stomach. Chapter 3 “I have a confession to make,” TJ admitted, ...