Cruising home that first day after taking Jenny out for a spin Jeff had seen his reflection in a store front--his comb over flapping in the breeze had horrified him. He stopped at the first barber he saw and went inside. Andre, the owner, solved Jeff's male pattern baldness problem by shaving his head. He then convinced Jeff to let him sculpt his full beard down to a stylish van dyke. When that was done, he called in his boyfriend for a consult. After tsk tsking at Jeff's wardrobe for a bit they closed the shop and took Jeff shopping. It was a very queer eye for the straight guy afternoon.
When Jeff showed up at work on Monday, no one could get over the changes. All week long the women kept fondling his jacket lapel and batting their eyes at him, and the men kept slapping him on the back and asking him how it was hanging.
Gina kept finding reasons to go over and talk to Jeff. One Friday afternoon Rhonda leaned over the cubicle wall between them and hissed to Tammy:
"It's the same old thing. A man finds a new love in his life and suddenly he's attractive to women. Gina's been ignoring Jeff for five years, now she's suddenly all over him."
Jeff knew that his outlook on life was different since Jenny. He dreamed about her at night; her sculpted lines, her beautiful curves, the joy that she had brought to him this late in life. He loved taking her to the farmer's market, the car show, or just for long rambling cruises down Ocean Boulevard. When he looked at himself in the mirror or a store front window these days Jeff could see the difference that having so much joy in his life had brought to his face; he had more color to his cheeks, more sparkle in his eyes, he smiled almost all of the time.
He would stand around the water cooler and tell the other guys how great Jenny was. And how happy he was that he'd let her into his life.
For weeks as she passed the gossiping groups of men all Gina had heard was Jenny this, Jenny that……
Finally she made her move.
The lights in the office were out and it was quiet, dark, seemingly other worldly.
Gina waited until she was sure that everyone else had left for the day and then she slinked over to Jeff's cubicle. Jeff was hard at work finishing up a report that needed to be faxed before he picked up Jenny and went home. He had his radio tuned to the classic rock station. Gina had to clear her throat twice before he noticed her standing in the opening of his cubby.
"Jeff? You don't need to say anything, look, I know what's going on between us, and we're both adults."
Gina kept eye contact as she slowly unbuttoned her silk blouse, revealing the lacy pink bra underneath. She let the blouse fall to the floor in a pretty puddle. She slowly unzipped and stepped out of her skirt and stood for a moment so that Jeff could take in her smooth skin, lacy matching thong and jet black stilettos.
"I've wanted this for a long time," she huskily whispered as she closed the distance between them and straddled Jeff on his chair.
"We can keep it quiet, no one will need to know, especially not Jenny."
Jeff wrapped his arms around Gina, kissing her and hoping his chair would hold up to the very graphic leaps his imagination had made in the last twelve seconds.
He kissed her and kissed her, running his hands over her beautifully sculpted lines, her soft curves……
He was mildly puzzled as to why Gina had mentioned Jenny, he didn't understand what his motorcycle had to do with them having sex, but hey, if she wanted to role play, he was onboard with whatever floated her boat…….
Very softly in the background the radio played 867-5309……..
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