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Learning to Love Again
Around three o’clock, Billie yelled from the deck. “The food is ready. “
Gradually, everyone helped themselves.
Billie had consumed his fair share of drinks but made sure everyone made their way to the serving table on the patio.
Eventually, Billie grabbed a plate of food and sat near Glenn, George, Dave, and Paul. He perused the new man in town. He listened to the conversations between Paul and Glenn, while Dave and George chatted. Billie studied the man, wearing Khaki, Bermuda shorts and blue plaid shirt, unbuttoned three holes down from his neck. He must be about six feet tall. His bronze, smooth-skinned chest, matches that dark, milky complexion of his face, He must have Latin blood. He doesn’t have any wrinkles like me on his forehead. His thick, dark eyebrows and bushy are striking. I’d like to run my fingers through his soft, wispy hair. I see a hint of sadness in those deep, brown eyes. The way they’re shaped like almonds. I love those hairy, muscular calves and thighs.
Billie stared at him, until Glenn’s eyes captured his attention. Their eyes locked, Billie being drawn like gravity to his smile.
When George, Dave, and Paul left to go for seconds, three other guests sat in the vacant chairs. Billie jumped at the opportunity to talk to Glenn. “How long have you known George?”
“We’ve been close friends, since we started working together. Almost twenty-five years.” Glenn smiled.
“I’m sorry. I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Billie, Billie Blake.”
“Great party you’re giving. I love your house. Do you own it?”
“It’s deeded in trust from my mother. She’s in LA, now. Her sister died and my mother is taking care of her affairs.”
“I’m sorry. Oh, she lives here then?”
“Yes, but she has been traveling for months, until my aunt died. How did you and George meet?” Billie avoided revealing anything more about his mother. She was uncomfortable with any man Billie tried to build a relation with. He was happy she was not there for the party.
“We met at work, Bloomingdales. We worked together in the same store for about five years before he went into management at the store in Palo Alto. But we talk everyday on the phone for hours.”
Billie listened to him updating him on the length of their friendship, his eyes captivated by his smile, far too sexy not to be ignored.
“That’s a long time. We plan to go in the hot tub, later. I have a slew of swim suits.” Billie wanted to have a better look of him with fewer clothes. “You probably could fit into one of mine. But I only have Speedos. I hope you don’t mind?” Billie lied. He had trunks but planned to pull out only the bikinis to get a snugger, detailed, fit of his butt and crotch.
“That’s fine.” Glenn smiled, not expressing any inhibitions about displaying his body.