1 comments/ 48494 views/ 5 favorites Janice, My Fantasy Ch. 01 By: heartlandwriter I wanted Janice Lenz from the moment she walked into my life. Not that she just walked into my life. She was actually dragged into my life. Barb Anderson, a mutual friend, pulled Janice into my apartment on one of her surprise inspections. Barb would pop into my place from time to time in an insane attempt to shame me into doing actual housework. She would point out that female visitors didn't really appreciate seeing yesterday's briefs on the living room floor. A couple of times I shut her up by getting her on my couch, french kissing her like crazy and trying to feel her up. I actually got to bare breast once before she regained her senses. On her next unannounced visit, she was tugging Janice Lenz behind her. Janice was a vision. Big brown eyes with arching eyebrows that gave her a look that was a mix of surprise and sexiness. She also had full red lips that I thought were covered heavily with lipstick. I learned later that Janice's lips were just full and red. Thick, dark brown hair cascaded in waves down to her shoulders. My eyes had wandered from those eyes to her lips to her hair and then I noticed how much her gray sweatshirt stuck out in front. Forcing my eyes back up to her face, I saw that Janice was smirking at me. "That's my friend Janice," Barb said. "I thought she should see what a messy bachelor pad really looks like." Barb stopped yapping long enough to look around the room. She noticed that I had actually been picking things up lately. "Well, this place doesn't look like a dump for once," Barb announced with pride. "I gotta get going, so you two just have a nice chat." And with that, Barb was gone. Janice looked at the door and then back at me. "She's truly nutty," she said. "Can't argue that," I replied. "Can I get you something to drink? Snack? Soft drugs?" Janice giggled and walked over to my couch. As she was sitting down she said, "I don't really need anything, but we can sit and talk." So that's what we did. We chatted, and I learned that Janice was a hairdresser with a single-chair shop in back of her house. She just lived a few blocks from me, and invited me over to join her in her porch swing. "Does that mean what I think it means?" I asked. She smirked again. "It means we can sit in the porch swing. Don't push your luck." So two days later I went over, found that she was home, and we sat in her porch swing. We swung back and forth, and I learned that she was 33 and divorced with a 14-year-old son. I also learned that her full, red lips were soft and warm, because she gave me a brief kiss as I left. She learned that I was 23 and working my first job after college. What she didn't learn was that I'd long had a fantasy of sleeping with an older divorced woman. Janice visited my place a couple days later, and we began kissing passionately on my couch. As I moved my hand to caress a breast, she moved a hand to stop me. On her next visit, she allowed the caress but stiffened when I attempted to unbutton her blouse. "I'm sorry," I said. "Am I moving too fast?" "To be honest, I'm enjoying the hell out of this," Janice said. Her dark brown eyes were flashing. "I'm just a little sensitive about my breasts." "Why?" She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking me in the eye intently for several seconds. Then she began unbuttoning her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulder. Once she got her arms free, she reached back and unfastened her bra. She brought her hands around and covered the bra cups with her hands. "Just be kind to me, okay?" she said. "Of course," I said. I was a little nervous, wondering how badly disfigured these tits must be. I wondered if they were scarred or covered with birthmarks or what. Still staring me in the eye, Janice pulled the bra cups off her breasts. I sucked in my breath at the sight. I had dated a 19-year-old with a magnificent chest, at least until she was naked. Without support, her very large breasts pointed straight down. Even worse, her nipples refused to respond no matter how much I attempted to stimulate them. My experience with that girl helped me understand the solemn wisdom of a buddy who told me that no woman is a "10" without clothes on. But my buddy had never seen Janice Lenz without her clothes. She was at least a 9.5. At the age of 33, Janice had large breasts that not only stood firm and straight, but they featured dark areola and large nipples that were already coming out to play. I was in awe. I know my mouth was hanging open, and I wouldn't be surprised if my tongue was hanging out of it. "Come on, Jack, say something!" Janice wailed. "Jesus, I know they're ugly. My ex was revolted." Before I could express my opinion on what an idiot her ex was, Janice whispered, "I'm not supposed to have a hairy chest. I'm a woman." Oh yeah, she was a woman. Hairy chest? I leaned forward and squinted. That's when I saw them—four or five straggly hairs on each breast. I suddenly remembered her telling me a week earlier that she was saving up money for electrolysis hair removal. I tried to come up with the words that would convince her that she had absolutely beautiful breasts, but realized action was better. I leaned forward, licked the closest nipple, and then covered it with my lips and sucked. "Jack!" Janice squeaked. "What are you doing?!" I pulled off the nipple and looked her in the eye. "I'm showing my appreciation for the best set of tits I've ever seen." Her eyes softened, and then she grabbed my face and pulled me to her for a deep, passionate kiss. Once we stopped, I kissed down her neck to her chest and then all around her breasts. I get to a nipple and sucked again, moving my hand up to her unoccupied breast. Janice moaned. I moved my mouth to the breast I had been fondling and moved my hand to her abdomen and then, slowly, to her waist. Then beyond. Janice moaned again. "Mmnnn, don't push your luck," she groaned as she pushed my hand away. So she wasn't really moaning. I raised my head and looked her in the eye. "Maybe next time," she said with her smirk. "But thanks for the kind words." Next time just happened to be dinner, a movie, and then kissing on her couch. As we tangled our tongues, I unbuttoned her blouse and caressed her breasts through her bra. I got one hand around her and unfastened the bra. Breaking the kiss, I moved in on nipple. I kissed around the nipple and got it stiff and sticking out, and then moved over to the other nipple and started in sucking and nibbling. I moved my hand down to the top of her legs and headed toward her pussy. Janice grabbed my hand. I raised my head and looked at her face. She was staring at me with fire in her eyes, her lips parted and her breathing rapid. She was holding onto my hand and stood up. Still staring at me intently with those deep brown eyes, she pulled on my hand to get me to stand up. Then she headed for the stairs, pulling me by the hand. I climbed the stairs behind her as she pulled me by the hand the whole way. Once we entered her bedroom and stepped close to the bed, she dropped my hand as she turned to me and put her hands on my shoulders. "Brian's at his father's house," she said, referring to her son. "And I haven't done this since we divorced. I'm trusting you to be good to me." Staring into those deep, dark brown eyes, I hoped my mind would produce the words I needed to prove my sincerity. "I'm going to be as good to you as I know how, Janice," I said. She lifted her face to me and kissed me, snaking her tongue into my mouth to duel with mine. Her body molded to mine as she seemed to be trying to fuse with me. I began to worry if I really could be good enough for her. Janice slid her hands down my chest and fumbled with my shirt buttons. I broke the kiss and unbuttoned the shirt for her. She stepped back to watch, her fingers playing back and forth along the waistband of her slacks. Then she pushed the slacks down and stepped out of them. I was pushing my pants down as well and was staring at her bikini style panties. I looked up at her face to see she was regarding me with uncertainty again. Then she turned to the bed and pulled the comforter and top sheet back. She crawled onto the bed, pulling down the comforter and sheet on the other side as well. As she settled in under the sheet, she looked up at me. I pushed my briefs down as I stared into her eyes and then walked to the other side of the bed. I got in under the sheet and moved to take her into my arms. We melted together, open mouths sealed to each other and tongues tumbling over each other. Our hands were roaming everywhere and I thrilled to the touch of her naked skin. It was so smooth, so warm, so firm. I ran my hands up and down her back, trailing down to cup her ass cheeks when I found that she still had her panties on. I felt for the waistband and tugged on it gently, waiting for a reaction. Sure, we were in her bed and had just one garment on between the two of us, but the fact that she was still wearing that garment made me wonder. So I tugged again and she lifted her hips enough for me to pull the panties free. I slid them down her legs and slid my hand back up her legs to find ... the thickest bush I've ever felt. I broke the kiss, threw the sheet off of us, and moved my face down to her pelvis. I had to look at this bush. But Janice Lenz didn't have a bush. She had an absolute forest! I put both hands on the hair, parted it, and pushed my mouth right on her vaginal lips. "Jack!" she yelled. "What the hell are you doing?" I figured the answer would be obvious, so I stuck my tongue out and gave her pussy a long lick from bottom to top. As I grazed her clitoris on the upstroke, she gasped. I then shoved my face in and stuck my tongue as deep as I could, moving it from side to side and listening for her reactions. I love eating pussy. I love the taste, I love the wetness, and I particularly enjoy the hair. Janice's hair was tickling me everywhere, and it was soft and lush. I rubbed my face back and forth on that mass of hair and heard Janice moan as she put her hands on my head. Then I moved up to latch onto her clit, closing my lips on it and sucking in. I also inserted my middle finger and used it to rub on the special spongy spot. Janice's hips began bucking and then she went rigid, calling out "Oh!" at the same time. I kept my face where it was, softly kissing here and there as she calmed down. Once she relaxed her legs, I moved up her body, softly kissing her wonderfully flat abdomen and kissing around those beautiful breasts. She grabbed my ears and pulled my face up to hers, mashing her mouth to mine. "Good god, that was wonderful," she gushed. "I've never—" "You have now," I said. I got up on my knees and grabbed my rock-hard penis to line up with her entrance. Janice saw what I was doing and grabbed my arm. "No," she said softly. "Let Pedro find his own way in." I didn't laugh at her calling it "Pedro," mainly because I was a little concerned. Pedro had never been very good at finding his way anywhere. He always needed a firm hand to guide him. But the most beautiful woman I'd been in bed with wanted Pedro to be a pathfinder, so I let go of him and pushed forward. Pedro found his way into a tunnel under that forest. A steaming hot, wet, tight tunnel. Pedro found his way in and moved all the way in to the end. I stopped and just groaned. Janice felt so go good. She ran her hands up and down my back, sliding them down to my butt, which she squeezed. I took the hint and began moving back out, then in, then out, and on and on. We both started moaning and groaning, and I got the idea that this was not going to be one of those epic erotic story fucks that lasts an hour. After just a couple of minutes, I started slamming in and out. Janice gripped my butt harder and clamped her legs around mine, frantically urging me on faster. I complied, moving as fast as I could, staring into her eyes as the sweat dripped from my forehead onto hers. Then her moaning changed into, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," and I could feel my own climax building. Just as I reached the point of no return, Janice went stiff again, yelled out a big "Oh!" and I went stiff myself as I felt the sperm shooting into her. I swear I saw stars. Then I relaxed and rolled to her side, leaving an arm draped across her torso just below those fabulous breasts. We were both breathing heavy, and she turned her face to look at me and reached a hand to my face at the same time. "THAT was FANTASTIC!" she gushed. "Thank you." "Can we do it again?" Well, yes, we could. And we did. Janice, My Fantasy Ch. 02 After our first date, which was a Tuesday night, Janice and I fucked the next two nights. Since she had Brian with her, I simply went to her house both nights after 10 and we rutted on the living room floor. Janice, it turned out, could be very passionate, erotic, and hot without making much noise. We had a hot, fast fuck both nights and I went home. Then Friday night I had to work. Saturday I was just vegging in my apartment when I heard a knock on the door. As soon as I opened it, Janice rushed into my arms, wrapped hers around my neck, and tried to inhale me completely through her mouth. Somehow I managed to close my door at some point during that seemingly never-ending kiss. Janice finally broke the kiss and hugged me tight. "God I want you so bad," she panted. I turned her in the direction of the bedroom and pushed her toward it. By the time we were at the bed she was down to her panties. "I don't have another customer for almost two hours," she told me with a gleam in her eye. "I want you to try to wear me out before that." She grabbed the front of the T-shirt I was wearing and fell backwards onto the bed, pulling me down with her and somehow wrapping me up in her arms and legs on the way. All I remember is collapsing onto her and being pulled into another intense kiss. As we mashed our mouths together and wrestled with each other's tongue, I was fondling Janice's breasts and she was pulling on my shirt. She broke the steamy kiss to pull the shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. Then she unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my jeans, and somehow had pants and briefs down to my ankles in seconds. I slid off the bed to shed my pants and underwear the rest of the way while I watched Janice shimmy out of her panties. I crawled back on top of her and we wrapped ourselves in each other again, kissing passionately while caressing whatever flesh we could find. Tightening my hug on Janice, I rolled onto my back so she was on top. She broke the kiss and smiled at me. "Oh, this I like!" she breathed. Planting her palms on my chest, she pushed her torso up off me and looked behind to see my erection. "Pedro is standing up tall for me," she said. Janice moved so she could lower herself onto Pedro, who was quite happy to be swallowed by her hot, steamy tunnel. "Oh my god that's so good," Janice moaned as she settled onto me. Still bracing herself with her hands on my chest, she began rocking back and forth in a comfortable rhythm. I moved my hands to her shapely ass and caressed it. Janice straightened up, basically sitting on me. Instead of using her legs, she just rocked her pelvis back and forth to create friction on my cock. I moved my hands from her butt to her hips and then dragged my right hand around front to find and stroke her clit. "Ah!" she shrieked. "Oh goddam you! Oh, oh, oh ..." She oh'd and oh'd while rocking faster until her movements morphed into a series of uncontrolled spams. She fell forward and braced her hands on my chest again, her head hanging down and her breathing heavy. Then she collapsed on me. "That was amazing," she whispered. "I think you may have worn me out already." "How soon do you have to be back?" Janice raised her head enough to look at my alarm clock. "Holy crap, I've got almost an hour and a half," she said. She turned her head so she could look at me, her chin pointing into my chest. "I can't believe that only took a few minutes." I smiled. "You were hot enough to melt lead when you walked in the door," I told her. "What was up with that?" She laid her head back down on my chest. "I was thinking how good this is with you, and how we didn't get together last night," she said. "By 11:30 my panties were all wet and I was afraid I was gonna drip all over the floor." Janice giggled. "I get a lot of older ladies in my shop, you know," she said. "They would have been absolutely scandalized if I dripped pussy juice on the floor of my shop." I snorted. "Ya think they'd remember what that smell was?" Janice chuckled at that. "Dunno, but I don't really want to find out," she said. Then she squirmed around a bit and said, "You're a pretty comfortable mattress, you know?" I didn't know, but then, I didn't want her falling asleep. I started caressing her butt cheeks again and trailed m fingers up her sides to tease the sides of her breasts. She moaned at that. As glad as I as that she had enjoyed herself, I was still hard as a rock and was hoping for some relief. I gently rolled to my left a bit and Janice slid to her side on the mattress. "I hope you're not trying to get rid of me," she muttered. "Nope," I said as I reached for a breast, "just trying to get you back in the same mood you were in earlier." Her nipples were already sticking out and looking for my tongue, so I gave it to them. I bathed one and moved to the other to suck on it for a while. Janice made some appreciative noises, and I caressed both breasts as I feasted on nipples. Then I gently caressed grazed my fingertips along her side down to her hip and then from hip to knee. Up and down I stroked and then I stopped with my hand on her hip. As I gently nudged her hip, Janice rolled to her back and let her legs open. I looked at her wet, matted bush and then stuck out my tongue. I trailed my tongue down her abdomen and into that jungle of thick brown hair and vaginal paradise. "Oooooh yeeeaahhh ..." she moaned. Our fast, hot couplings had really just been quick, hot intercourse. Both of us were hot and ready so we just did the deed with no preliminaries. But this afternoon I had an hour to work with. I wanted to show off a bit and let Janice know just what I really thought about her body. I dragged my tongue around her wet public fur. I opened my mouth and tried to cover her entire bush with my lips, sucking in the taste and moisture that was in the public hair. Then I moved to her vaginal lips which were still flowered open. I kissed up and down both sides before thrusting my tongue inside. Getting the vocal response I wanted, I then licked from bottom to top, almost to her clit. Janice moaned as I repeated my licking and then gasped as I closed my mouth on her clit and sucked. While I rhythmically sucked on the little nub, I snaked two fingers into her passage. I curled the fingers, looking for her spongy spot, and then gently rubbed it. "Oh!" I smiled but kept up the assault. Janice hampered in time with my finger thrusts until she yelled again. "Stop, Jack," she moaned, and then reached for me. Grabbing me by the armpits, she pulled me up on top of her. "In me, Jack, you've got to stick it in me," she moaned. I rose up and slid into her. "Oooohhhh yeeeaaahhhh," she groaned as moved all the way into her. She rubbed her hands up and down my back, moving them down to cup the cheeks of my ass as I began pumping in and out of her. She started moving her hips along with me, falling into a rhythm matching mine. As she started moaning, she brought her hands up to my neck and pulled me into a wet, open-mouth kiss. I broke the kiss as I started humping faster, feeling my orgasm starting to gather somewhere around my toes. I thrust faster, Janice moaned louder, and then my whole body started jerking spasmodically and then I felt a huge load shoot through my penis into Janice. "AH!!" I think we both yelled out that time, as I thrust into her a final time and then collapsed. I rolled off her and just stared at her beautiful face as we both panted. Janice's eyes were closed but her mouth was hanging open. Once her breathing slowed, she rolled her head toward me and opened her eyes. "You did it," she said. "What?" "You wore me out." And she had to go back to work. Janice, My Fantasy Ch. 03 We had reached a point where Janice would simply walk into my apartment instead of knocking on the door. One Sunday I was trying to decide whether to preheat my oven to heat up frozen lasagna or head out for food when I heard a noise in the living room. I went to investigate and found Janice standing by the couch wearing only a smile. Her hands were cupping her ample breasts and her thumbs were rubbing her erect brown nipples. Her head was tilted to the right and the look on her face was pure mischief. "Have I ever told you," she began as her thumbs sped up their motion, "that I have the same measurements as Raquel Welch?" I smiled and shook my head. "No, you haven't." "Uh-huh." Janice took a couple steps toward me, her feet criss-crossing in the type of walk women use in a beauty pageant, her hips swaying. "Yeah, I have a 37 inch chest, 22 inch waist and 36 inch hips," Janice said. Her hands traveled her body as she recited the numbers. "So just think, you're looking at the same body Raquel Welch has, except on me it's all pushed together in 5 feet 2 inches. She's like 5-7 or 5-8 or something." Janice was standing right in front of me and ran her hands up my chest and around my neck. She pulled my face down to hers. "That's just something to remember if you ever have trouble getting excited by me." I busted out in laughter. "Really? You think there's a chance I'll have trouble getting excited by you?" I laughed again. "Have you noticed I'm hardly ever NOT excited when you're in the same room?" I put my hands on her 22-inch waist, just above those sweet 36-inch hips. Janice tucked her chin down and looked up at me through her thick, dark lashes. I crushed her to me, seeking out her lips and mashing mine against them. I shot my tongue into her mouth and played with her tongue as I let my hands roam around this "pushed together" version of Raquel Welch's body. We had been together enough times that I knew where Janice's buttons were. A light stroke along her spine and a gentle squeeze of both butt cheeks was just one of her buttons, and I pressed it now. I got a low groan for my reward as Janice held the passionate kiss and slowly maneuvered us toward the bedroom. She danced us into the room and gracefully positioned me with my back to the bed. She reached for the button on my jeans, opened it, got the zipper down and was working the jeans and my briefs down before breaking the kiss. Janice got my jeans down to the floor and kneeled down to get my feet free. She straightened up to face my very erect penis and gently stroked it with one hand. "Hello there, Pedro," she crooned. "You know, I don't believe I've shown you any special attention." With that announcement, she swallowed Pedro whole. My knees dissolved into jelly and I sat on the end of the bed, so Janice knee-walked to a spot between my thighs and continued giving Pedro her special attention. I know I'm supposed to give a detailed account of how she bobbed up and down on my glistening shaft and used her tongue to tease the sensitive head of my Pedro and all that, but I was too stunned to really notice. I saw Janice's thick brown hair moving back and forth and I felt the wet heat of her sucking mouth and I even felt her tongue dancing around, but none of it makes sense. In my memory, she swallowed Pedro and I felt like I was in heaven for an hour and then my entire existence went shooting through my penis into Janice's mouth. I might have blacked out. The next thing I remember is Janice's face next to mine. We were lying naked side by side on my bed, and I have no memory of her getting up off her knees. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked me with a smile. For a fleeting moment, I reflected that her smile was sexier than Raquel's. "OmigoddidIever," I said in a rush. I suddenly realized I was gasping for breath. I also realized that Janice was massaging Pedro. "Is he gonna be able to recover?" she asked with mock seriousness. I raised my head to look where her hand was. My once proud prong was now just a limp linguini. Letting my head return to the bed, I realized that my whole body felt like lead. I wasn't sure I could move, but I had to try. I had to return the oral favor. With extreme effort, I got myself to a sitting position. Then I scooted to the end of the bed, where I could put my feet on the floor. After a couple false starts, I managed to actually stand up. I turned around to face Janice and simply fell onto the bed with my head between her thighs. I pushed my hands under her butt, grabbed hold, and shoved my face into her pussy. I know I wasn't doing a great job, and I certainly wasn't meeting the standard Janice had set with the world's greatest blowjob, but I needed to do something to kill time until my body had recovered. So I licked and sucked and nibbled and heard a sweet chorus of "oohs" and "ahs" and a few minutes later realized that I was ready to go. I took a last long lick from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit and kept moving up through her forest of hair to her abdomen and up to her beautiful breasts, giving each one some special attention. I then tracked my tongue up her neck, over her chin and onto her full, warm lips. As we kissed I maneuvered myself into position and slid slowly into her. She broke the kiss to moan. "Oh that's good." She looked up at me with a sparkle in her eyes. "How 'bout you pull out and I get on my hands and knees?" I just grinned and pulled out. Janice rolled to her stomach, slid her knees underneath her, and pushed herself up into position. I moved close in behind her and let Pedro find his way. He slid in slowly as Janice groaned. I settled in nice and tight against the gorgeous globes of her ass and felt a shudder run through her body. "Oh goddam you!" she gasped. "I don't believe that!" "You came? Really?" Janice sagged as she rolled her head on the pillow. "Yeah, Jack, I came. I've never come that quick in my life." I smiled. After she had blown my mind with that amazing blowjob, I was pretty proud to have moved her to orgasm so quickly. And I felt a sudden surge of strength that told me there was more to come. So I withdrew slowly and thrust back in just as slowly. "Oh ... god ... easy honey," Janice moaned. I went nice and easy until I couldn't go nice and easy any more. I started thrusting faster until my thighs were slapping hers. I grabbed hold of her 36-inch hips to help me drive into her even harder and heard her cry out "Oh!" as I did. My body started to shake as my own orgasm approached and Janice began to call out "oh, oh, oh" as I started jerking uncontrollably and I stiffened and held myself in her as deep as I could and poured a huge load of semen into her. I held onto her hips for a full minute before I collapsed onto the bed next to her. I looked at Janice and saw her eyes were closed and a huge smile lit up her face. I had a hand on her waist and lightly stroked it up and down her side. We were both breathing rapidly. When I could talk, I had to satisfy my curiosity. "What was the deal with the Raquel Welch measurements?" Janice chuckled. "The other day I remembered an article that was in People magazine one time about her, that she was America's Sex Goddess," she said. "And I kind of remembered that we had the same measurements. So I called Jolene at the library to see if there was any encyclopedia that would list information like that, and she found it for me." She blushed a little. "And that's how I confirmed that I measure up to America's Sex Goddess." I rolled my eyes. "You are a sex goddess," I told her. "And you wear me out. But why did you think I would care about your measurements." "I thought guys always got off on those numbers," Janice said. "I thought it would get you going." "It sure got you going," I replied. "You were on fire." She blushed even deeper. "As soon as I thought about coming over here and announcing my measurements and hitting you with the Raquel Welch thing, I got really horny," she whispered. "As soon as I walked in the door I had to strip down." Janice closed her eyes. "This afternoon was wonderful," she said. She leaned toward me and kissed me softly. "Thank you, honey." She slowly raised up to a sitting position. "I really have to get dressed and get home," she said. "Brian comes back from his dad's at 5." I think she was telling herself. After another full minute, she stood up and walked slowly into the living room where her clothes were in a pile by the couch. I slipped on my briefs and jeans and followed her into the living room where she had already pulled on her panties. "I really can't decide which is sexier," I said, "watching you strip or watching you dress." She smiled as she picked up her bra and slipped the straps over her arms. She stared me in the eye as she made a show of fitting the bra cups to her breasts, caressing her breasts, and smoothing the bra around her back as she reached to connect the clasps. Once she was done, she traced the edge of the bra back around to her breasts with her fingers, which then circled around her nipples. Then she bent to pick up her blouse, straightened up, and slipped it on gracefully without losing eye contact. "Decide yet?" she asked. "No," I croaked. "But I know you're gonna kill me!" Janice chuckled and pulled her slacks on without a show. "Hey, can we go out for dinner Tuesday or Wednesday?" She shook her head. "No, I've got Brian all this week and I want to be home for him," she replied. "I think I've been neglecting him a little, and I feel a little guilty about that." "I understand," I said. "Just remember I have to cover the regional baseball tournament. It starts Thursday and could tie me up all weekend." Janice smirked. "Sounds like it's cold showers for both of us." I chuckled. She snapped her fingers. "Hey, I almost forgot—my brother and his family are coming to visit next week," she exclaimed. "They get in a week from Tuesday and leave the following Tuesday. Something about better airline rates if you don't travel weekends." She shrugged. "Anyway, I'd like you to meet him." "Sure," I said. "Just let me know when and where." She stepped toward me and melted into my arms. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kissed me intently and then hugged me. "See you later, Raquel," I said as she opened the door. She smiled and wiggled her hips. "Bye, honey." As the door shut, I turned to go back to the kitchen to try and decide what to eat. I suddenly stopped when I realized she had called me "honey." Multiple times. To be continued.