Author's note: This part of series involving fictional former Playboy Playmates. They are all sisters and will each have two stories -- the first one will be interracial, the second will be incest. A few of these sisters are introduced in my other story: The Challenge 4. It's not necessary to read that story but you may think it's neat to learn a few things about them from it.
This story takes place almost a year or so after part one in the series and begins in September (when part 3 ends).
Editing thanks go to Todger65.
Chapter 1
It was 11:30am on a September Saturday morning. Julianne, like always, didn't want to get out of bed. Luckily, her job as a data entry clerk at the hospital didn't require her to work weekends. She didn't like the job all that much, but was thankful she didn't have to deal with people. Ever since "it" happened a few years ago, talking, working with, and being around people was the last thing she wanted to do. She gladly stepped down as a patient billing manager for something with less pay, if it meant far fewer encounters with people.
Julianne sighed, pulling the covers off her body, yawning, stretching, and making her way to the kitchen. She poured herself some coffee from yesterday morning, not bothering to make a new batch, warming it up in the microwave, not caring.
Plopping down on the couch, Julianne stared blankly out the front window of her home, focusing on nothing, not even noticing the kids riding their bikes on the sidewalk. She sniffed, sipping her coffee, yawning once more. She had to go to the grocery store in a little while. She had been putting it off as much as possible, her need for food growing too large to procrastinate any longer. She hoped she wouldn't run into anyone she knew, cursing herself for not going near closing time when hardly any customers were there. The previous night she fell asleep earlier than her usual 10pm bedtime, missing her window of opportunity.
Not bothering to bathe or change out of her sweatpants, she adjusted her blonde bangs in the mirror, pulled her hair back in a pony tail, grabbed one of her son's old flannel button-up shirts, throwing it over her tank top, and made her way to the grocery store.
Julianne was fairly fidgety, walking down each isle, attempting to hurry up so she wouldn't run into someone she knew. The last thing she wanted to deal with was someone asking her how she was doing since the divorce, or worse, if she was seeing anyone. The answers were horrible and no. She was miserable.
Her ex ruined everything. They were going to buy a boat and sail it all the way to Texas, across the Gulf of Mexico; they were going to retire and move somewhere new and different, they had all these wonderful plans that he ruined. Then "it" happened. When Julianne saw him standing behind a naked, six foot tall Puerto Rican woman, slapping her ass, slamming his hips into her, screaming her name, "Fernanda!" she knew all 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 isle, grabbing several canned pasta meals she could easily heat up to eat. She made her way to the frozen food isle, 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 isle, 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 re-learning 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 nodded.
"Great, I'll pick you up at 6pm tonight," TJ smiled at her, their eyes making contact as he left. She watched him make his way to the checkout line, noticing his long legs, muscular butt covered by gym shorts.
Julianne shrugged, finishing her grocery shopping. She didn't go back to bed when she got home.
Chapter 2