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THE AC
Part one:
It is one late morning in the middle of summer. Forecast from the previous day warned about the hottest of the current heat wave possibly occurring today. “Great”, I think, “the last thing I need now”. My apartment is located on the end corner of the building, standing in full sun, windows looking out the south. Oh, well, it’s Saturday today, so at least I can stay home. No need to go out and get fried in the sun like a French fry.
I’m preparing breakfast for Dave and myself as usual. Ugh. I hate scrambled eggs but have nothing else edible in the fridge. He is still sleeping and I don’t even remember him coming back last night. Gave him the key last week and he is already using it against me.
I peek into the bedroom and can see him stirring up. “Good”, I think, “perhaps my breakfast will not go to waste”. I am very upset that Dave treated our plans for a special dinner last night very lightly. He called very late and had a nerve to tell me that his buddies invited him for oh so manly game of soccer to watch on TV. Who cares about some soccer when you have one horny girlfriend waiting for you to go out and then have some steamy sex afterwards? Tell me who? David.
“Morning”. Dave’s hoarse voice startles me as I’m still deep into my angry fit. I turn away from the oven for a sec only to see him already standing in the door with a sleepy smile on his face. I blink and turn my head away quick because Dave is stark naked. “Morning and get ready for breakfast” I say and it sounds like I’m upset. Well, I am. I was supposed to hold and caress that body last night. And he preferred his mates from me.
After breakfast I go back to my bedroom and lie down for a moment while my sexy bastard is taking his sweet time in the bathroom. I inhale his smell from the pillow as I know that will be all I’m getting today. Why? Well, he is working today. But…… But something is not right. I look around and everything seems to be in order. What is going on? And then I realize it’s strangely quiet in here. And it’s hotter than I would expect it to be with AC on. AC? Oh, no! I look at the old AC unit next to the window and it is not working. I check it out and it is on. Oh, well. I guess it could not withstand the recent heat wave and its constant use. So I go back to the living room and start looking for the phone.
“Who are you calling?”
“Maintenance. The AC broke”
“Oh, don’t bother”, he says, “I’ll stop by the office on my way out and tell them about the problem.”
“Uhm… OK.”
I keep avoiding his eyes but he seems not to care, he is ready to leave. How come he did not notice I still did not forget last night? Ugh. Men are pigs!
Dave approaches the door and is about to leave.
“No kiss goodbye?”, he asks with a smirk on his face. “Yeah, I FORGOT” I try to get his attention so he notices I do not feel like he is forgiven for his last night’s total lack of sensitivity. I plant a quick kiss on his cheek and move away to avoid inhaling too much of his after shave. It can do strange things to me.
“Are you OK?” he asks. “Yeah, I guess I am.” I lie.
The door closes behind him and I’m again all alone, angry and very frustrated. On top of that it is getting hotter in here and starts to get humid pretty bad. I decide for another quick shower and get myself dressed in a skimpy top and my old favorite shorts.
An hour passes by, heat and humidity slowly become unbearable, the fan in the ceiling barely moves the air.
“Where is the fucking maintenance guy?!” I ask myself.
I decide to go and get myself a pop from the kitchen hoping it will cool me down a little. Suddenly, half way into my treat I hear a knock on the door. “Finally.” I sigh and go towards the entrance. Without thinking I open the door…
My eyes open wide. Instead of Jake, our handyman, in the door stands half naked Dave. No shirt, just oil-stained old shorts, and … a tool belt. I burst out laughing. The view is hilarious. “David? What are you doing here? And why are you knocking? You forgot your key?” I say when finally my laughter subsided.
“Ma’m. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I ain’t no David. My name is Jonathan. Jake is on vacation. I was told by the office that your pipes need to be flushed. Is that right?”
I see a strange twinkle in his eye when he says that. “My pipes?” I still stare at Dave standing in the door. And suddenly it dawns upon me. Gosh. I’m slow. “OH!!!! My pipes! You know, JONATHAN, my pipe’s fine. It’s the AC that needs to be fixed.”
“ Oh, they messed it up then. They said it’s the pipe in the kitchen.” He smiles widely at me. “I’ll take a look at your AC then if you still need me”.
He definitely wants to play that game. So I give my pop one really good lick while not taking my eyes off Dave’s face. “I do. Come on in then” I move away from the door. I lead him to my bedroom wiggling my ass as much as I can.
Dave kneels in front of the AC unit and starts taking off the cover. I bend over to get closer to his ear, make some nasty slurping noise with my pop… “Would you care for a glass of water on this hot day, Jonathan?” I ask him trying to sound sexy. “No, thank you, ma’m” he says and starts to turn the knobs left and right. It is so clear he has no idea what to do that I have turn my head away and close my eyes not to burst out laughing again. But I just have to look back at him. His body is already glistening with perspiration and it makes my heart beat faster. I am not going to be played, mister.
So I come even closer as if taking a look what he is doing. My tongue is playing with the pop and I realize that that I must have his full attention now. Beads of sweat go down on his face.
“Nice hammer you have there, Jonathan…” I whisper in his ear as I move my hand from the tool in his belt and start tracking the droplets of perspiration up his spine with my finger. “Do all handyman have such nice large tools like you do?” I ask innocently.
To be continued.