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A Place To Call Home
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
(From A Suggestion By MordMorgan)
Part Two
Early the next morning, Alex again
showed up at Zalman's Hardware. She had been
able to repair the doorbell with the materials at
hand, but for some of the larger jobs she was
going to need some supplies. As she was the day
before, Wendy was behind the counter, wearing a
dress just as revealing as the one yesterday.
"Good morning." Alex said as she walked
up to the counter.
"Oh, its you." The long haired blond said
in a disappointed tone as she looked up and saw
Alex standing in front of her. This time she didn't
seem to notice the denim blouse and jeans Alex
was wearing, instead diverting all of her brain
power to the idea that she might have come back
to take Mike up on his offer.
"I'm going to need some supplies," Alex
smiled after waiting a few beats to let Wendy
think what she willed. "I've typed it all out on this
list. Would you have it all in stock or do you have
to order it?"
The nineteen year old looked at the long
list that Alex had handed her, a look of confusion
quickly filling her face.
"I'm afraid I'm not sure what some of these
things are," Wendy said. 'I'll have to check with
Mr. Zalman and he hasn't come in to work yet this
morning."
"I'll bet if I'd put knee pads on the list
you'd know what they were." Alex thought as she
considered that she wasn't going to get to start
any of the projects today as she planned. "Do you
know what time you might expect him?" she
asked instead.
"Well on Friday's he usually doesn't come
in until the afternoon." she admitted.
"Great." Alex said under her breath,
thinking now that it might be Monday before she
got any of her supplies.
"Is there a problem, Wendy?" said a
feminine voice from behind the counter divider.
Alex looked past the teenager to see a tall
buxom redhead step from an office behind the
checkout counter. The woman looked to be in
her late thirties or early forties. She was wearing
a rather plain dress that covered her impressive
bust yet at the same time, drew attention to it.
"I'm Gloria Zalman, can I be of any help?"
she said as she reached the edge of the counter.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Zalman," Alex
said, wondering if Mr. Zalman had a woman that
looked like this sharing his bed, why in the world
would he need the airhead blond. "My name is
Alex May and I'm going to be working in town for
a while, doing some renovation work on what I
guess you know as the Gallagher house. I was
hoping that I could pick up some supplies this
morning to get started but your salesclerk here
informs me that I'd have to wait until your
husband comes in this afternoon to see if you have
any of it in stock."
"Oh, so you're the contractor that Marilyn
hired." Gloria said with a beaming smile. "She
called me not twenty minutes ago to say that she'd
hired the most delightful young woman to do
some work on her house and would I be so kind
as to set up a line of credit for anything you might
need for the repairs."
The bright smile quickly faded to one of
dissatisfaction as she turned her attention to
Wendy and took the long list out of her hand.
Gloria took a moment to run her finger down the
paper, nodding her head as checked off certain
items.
"We have most of this in stock," she said
as she looked up, her smile reappearing. "What we
don't I'm sure we can get for you by Monday or
Tuesday."
"That would be fine." Alex said with
relief.
"Wendy, why don't you take this list back
to Billy John and ask him to get together the
things I checked off and have them delivered this
afternoon to Mrs. Crawford's."
"Yes, Mrs. Zalman." Wendy said as she
quickly went off into the lumber yard behind the
store in search of Billy John.
"I do apologize for Wendy," Gloria said
as she came out from behind the counter. "I know
she'd not the brightest, but most of the customers
that come in here are men and my husband seems
to feel that they do more business when they see
her behind the counter. And I have to admit, she
does seem to draw them with the assets that she
does have."
'I guess so." Alex agreed, wondering why
she got the impression that Mrs. Zalman, or
Gloria as she insisted she call her, knew exactly
what if anything might be going on with Wendy
and her husband. More so, she didn't seem to
care.
"Can I offer you a cup of coffee?" Gloria
said as she reached for the decanter resting
beneath the Mr. Coffee.
"That would be fine." Alex said.
As the two women drank their coffee and
made small talk, Wendy returned to the counter.
A gruff bearded man in his fifties came in and
bought some paint supplies. As he paid for them,
Wendy leaned over the counter asking if he
needed anything else. Her posture gave the man a
clear view down her dress and the braless breasts
within.
When the gentleman realized he'd spent
too much time admiring the view, he acting as if
he'd been considering the question and ordered
two more things. Suppressing a laugh, Alex had
to admit that as a sales technique, it worked.
After the man left with his purchase and
Wendy went back to her reading, Alex thanked
Gloria for the cup of coffee and said she had to be
going.
"Well it was nice meeting you and I hope
we get the chance to chat a little more." Gloria
said as the younger woman left.
Seeing as she would undoubtedly need
things other than she had ordered, Alex was sure
that they would.
After running a few more errands, Alex
made her way back to Marilyn's house. The
market analyst had just finished her day's work
and insisted that Alex join her for lunch. The
older woman was really going out of her way to
make her newly hired help feel welcome.
"So what's the story with the Zalman's and
that girl Wendy?" Alex asked halfway through
lunch.
Marilyn stopped eating and put down her
folk on the table. She thought about the question
for a moment then said.
"Gloria Zalman is the best friend I have in
this town."
"Oh I'm sorry," Alex quickly apologized,
wondering if she might have just tossed away her
new job. "It's really none of my business. I had
no call asking anything like that."
"It's okay," Marilyn answered, "Someone
as perceptive as yourself couldn't help but notice
that there was something there. Since you'll have a
lot of contact with the Zalman's while you're here
you might as well know."
Alex put down her own folk to give
Marilyn her full attention.
"You might not think it to look at him
now, but Mike Zalman was quite the jock in his
high school days, a star halfback on the football
team during his senior year." she began. "Gloria
was on the cheerleader squad. And as such things
have a way of happening, Gloria and Mike became
intimate, maybe getting just a little too careless
one night. A wedding soon followed and seven
months later a daughter as well. She's married
herself now, with one baby and another on the
way."
She paused to take a sip of her tea.
"And as happens to many couples who
marry way too young, they changed and drifted
apart. They have a child and grandchild in
common, as well as their business. For them it's
enough. As long as Mike doesn't flaunt his
dalliances, Gloria is willing to let well enough
alone. "
"I can't imagine myself in that position,"
Alex remarked. "Having your husband screwing
around while you live a celibate life."
"I never said that." Marilyn laughed as she
popped the last forkful into her mouth. "Gloria is
a vital woman, with a woman's needs. She is quite
capable of taking care of them on her own."
That statement made Alex wondered for a
moment what Marilyn did about her own needs.
Then she answered her own question thinking to
herself that the woman on the other side of the
table was more than capable as well.
The trial week passed quickly, as did the
week after that. A third and fourth went just as
fast as Alex occupied her time with one project
after another.
"I can't believe how much you've gotten
done in a month," Marilyn said as she stepped
into the freshly painted room. "This place looks
like you've had a small army working in here every
day."
A paint splattered Alex, clad in a T-shirt
and shorts dropped off the ladder on to the tarp
she had spread on the wooden floor. She dropped
the roller in her hand into the paint pan, then ran a
blue spotted hand through her short hair.
"I'm glad you're happy with the job I'm
doing." she smiled.
"Oh I'm more than happy," Marilyn said as
she held out a cold glass of juice for Alex. "In
fact, I'm beginning to dread the day you decide
you've had enough of this place and take off. I'm
going to have to hire a dozen people to take your
place."
"Well I'm not at that point yet," Alex said,
talking a long taste of the offering. "It’s been a lot
of fun working on this old house. It seems like
I've barely been working on it a week."
"Well it's been four weeks," the older
woman said. "More specifically, 28 days that
you've worked almost non-stop."
"Well I get like that," she replied as she
drained the glass. "I tend to get wrapped up in
what I'm doing."
"I know that feeling all too well." Marilyn
agreed. "So well that I think you should take a
break from all this."
"And do what?" Alex said as she
continued to clean up.
"Well there is a dance in town tonight at
the VFW hall," Marilyn suggested. "I'm told they
are a lot of fun."
"A VFW dance?" Alex repeated. "Thanks,
but I think I'll pass."
"Are you sure?" Marilyn said. "Gloria
told me that young man in her store, what was his
name again, Billy Jack or ..."
"Billy John." Alex corrected.
"So you have noticed him." Marilyn
smiled.
Billy John Fisher was the young man who
had been delivering the supplies to the Crawford
house. He wasn't that much brighter than his
co-worker Wendy, but like her he hadn't been
hired for his brains. The twenty-five year old had
the body of a body-builder and was as cute as
could be.
"Well, as I was saying, Gloria said that
Billy John was going to the dance and had asked
her if she knew if you were going as well. She
then asked me and I said I would ask you."
"I sense a conspiracy here." Alex grinned.
"Just a desire to see you have a little fun."
Marilyn countered.
Alex though about it a few moments. It
had been a long time since she had actually gone
out and had some fun. Taking a break and letting
her hair down a little seemed like a pretty good
idea.
"All right, you've talked me into it." Alex
relented. "I'll go with you."
"That's great, but I'm not going," the
black haired woman laughed. "The dance is for
the under thirty crowd."
"I think I've been shanghaied." Alex
laughed as well.
"Just enjoy the dance, sweetheart, the
house will still be waiting for you tomorrow."
That night, Alex once more became
Alexandra. Decked out in one of the few dresses
in her travel bag, she was an awesome sight. The
outfit was a bright red, with a hem short enough
to show off her long legs, as well as low cut
enough to display a nice set of beasts. No sooner
had she made her entrance at the VFW Hall, when
every unattached man in the place was asking her
to dance. The brunette danced with a few of
them, all the while searching the floor for Billy
John.
She finally spotted him dancing on the
other side of the hall with Wendy. Alexandra
waited until the dance was over, then went up to
him and said hello.
If Wendy had given her cold looks a
month before when she'd first walked into
Zalman's, they were friendly smiles compared to
the one she gave her now. Wendy herself was
dressed in an outfit that made Alex's look like a
Nun's habit. You could see her nipples sticking
right though the thin green material.
For the next two hours, Alex dominated
Billy's time on the dance floor. Wendy tried to
break back in a few times, then went off in search
of other prey.
"What's say we get out of here." Alex
whispered into Billy's ear as they danced.
Twenty minutes later, Billy and Alex were
in the front seat of his truck, parked in the local
lover's lane. Billy was stripped down to the waist,
giving the short haired brunette full access to his
well developed pecs. She returned the favor, her
dress down around her own waist and her mounds
covered only by a simple bra.
They had been lip locked for the last ten
minutes, their hands exploring each other's bodies.
In her exploration, Alex found that the wetness
she felt between her legs was mirrored by the
hardness of Billy's cock beneath his pants. She
directed his hands to her breasts, helping him
when he had problems with the small clasp that
held it together.
She closed her eyes as she felt his mouth
close on her nipples. It had been far too long
since she'd felt someone else's touch on her body.
Billy might be a little short when it came to good
conversation, but he did know how to make a girl
feel good.
Alex reached down and undid the zipper
of his pants, reaching inside and taking hold of his
cock. Using a trick she had learned in high school
that allowed her to make a quick measurement of
a guys cock by using her hand, she judged Billy to
be just under six inches long. Holding it tightly,
she began to jerk him off.
"Oh baby," Billy moaned as her fingers
slid up and down his cock, his mouth releasing its
hold on her mounds.
What passed for a lover’s lane outside of
Danversville was actually pretty small. As a
result, there were cars parked on both sides of
Billy's four by four. Alex hadn't really paid any
attention to them before, but the emergence of the
full moon from behind the clouds produced
enough light for her to now see into the car to
their left. From the higher vantage point, the
twenty-four year old had a front row seat to the
action going on just a few feet away. To her
surprise, the girl in the next car was Wendy.
Unable not to resist the urge to look, now
that she recognized Wendy, Alex continued to
play with Billy's cock while she watched her blond
haired rival. Wendy and her partner were further
along in their play, progressing to the point where
she had his cock down her throat. It was obvious
to the older girl that Wendy had a lot of practice
at what she was doing.
So much so that her partner exploded into
her mouth a moment later, continuing to do so as
she pulled her head upward, splattering his come
all over her face.
Alex had gotten so absorbed in what was
happening in the car next to her, she almost didn't
realize that Billy himself was about to climax.
Turning her attention back to him, she sped up her
ministrations and kissed him hard as his own
orgasm splashed across her hand.
Billy groaned loudly as his cock emptied
his seed. He had been using his own hand to try
and bring Alex to orgasm as well, but had failed in
his goal. With his own climax quickly subsiding,
he lost all interest in trying to bring her off as well.
(missing parts may be found at)
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