Lacey is a friend of mine, a very good friend. Actually, I wanted her to be more but she always avoided the subject. Right now, she was being a big pain in the ass. I had a rush job getting the data off a dead hard drive and suddenly she wanted to talk about us.
When I told her I was busy, she stomped out the door of my small shop and slammed it hard. I jumped at the sound and damned near dropped the hard drive. As it was, I cut my finger on a sharp edge of the case.
I sucked on the bloody finger as I turned and looked out the glass in the front door. I could see her standing at the curb with her back to me, her arms folded across her chest. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was mad, mad as hell.
With a sigh, I turned my attention back to disassembling the hard drive. I had to get the disks out of it and transfer them to my old mule drive. From the mule drive, I would be able to copy the information on the disk, once I found the index key.
I had the drive torn down by the time I heard the front door open. I figured Lacey had calmed down and was coming back to work. She was my girl Friday at the shop. She handled the counter, the money, and the paperwork so I could get something done.
Removing the disks and transferring them was a tedious task. One slip, one scratch, and a lot of data could be lost. Lost data meant lost money and that was in short supply right now. The guy was paying big money and we needed it. I needed it to keep the shop open and she needed a paycheck.
I could hear Lacey moving around behind me as I slipped on a pair of latex gloves and swung my magnifying light over the broken hard drive. I glanced back to see her sitting on a stool by the register watching me. I smiled and nodded. She nodded back but did not smile.
With a soft sigh, I turned back to the work at hand. When I had the mule drive assembled, I would see what she had wanted earlier. Gingerly I lifted the top disk up and sat it on a holding spindle. I paused and took a deep breath, one down, and one to go.
I lifted the bottom disk and transferred it directly to the mule drive. I centered it on the drive spindle and secured it. I snapped the center read/write heads in place and reached for the top disk. This one was trickier; it had to fit where the alignment marks lined up with the lower disk.
It took two tries and a little tweaking to get it where it needed to be. I held my breath as I got the cutout top cover in place and secured. Once that was finished, I sat back and pulled the gloves off. It had gone better than most.
"Are you done?" I heard Lacey ask from behind me.
I nodded as I picked up the mule drive and studied it closely under the magnifying light. The disks looked parallel and the clearances on the four read/write heads looked good for their off states.
"I'll know more when I try a slow speed test," I told her.
From my right, she said, "Then look at me."
I turned my head that way. My eyes bugged out, my mouth dropped open and I forgot all about hard drives, money, and breathing for that matter.
Lacey stood next to the wall facing me. She had her left hand on her hip and her right fingertips barely rested on the workbench. Her left foot was on its toes and slightly ahead of her right; her left leg bent slightly at the knee.
So, what was the problem? First off, she was completely, totally, and astonishingly naked. I had never seen her that way, in a skimpy bikini yes, but never naked. The second was the big grin on her face.
Her long wavy blonde hair framed her pixy face and hung down to brush the top of her pear shaped breasts. I noticed that one was larger than the other was and that the aureole on the larger was larger and puffier.
My eyes dropped on down across her ribs. She was not skinny but she was not fat, there was meat on her bones. Her belly had a soft rounded look instead of a flat muscular one. A shallow groove ran from just below her breasts down to end at the indent of her bellybutton.
There was a pendent of three diamond-looking stones clipped at the top of the opening of her navel. My eyes hung there for a second. The indent of her waist was high. It was up at the bottom of her ribs. Her hips were long curves from there to her upper thighs. It gave the appearance of narrow hips, but they were in balance with her wide shoulders, and full breasts.
The long narrow effect seemed amplified even more by the fact that she really did not have a mound above her sex and her sex sat low between her upper thighs. Her thighs were slender and added even further to her long lean look. Even her feet were long and narrow.
"Look at me!" Lacey said again.
"I... Uh... I... I am!" I stuttered.
"Now that I have your complete attention, we can talk."
"Uh.... Yeah... Uh... Talk!" I got out as my eyes wandered back up her luscious, beautiful body.
When my eyes finally returned to her face, she was still grinning. "Well, how was the tour? Did you like what you saw? Do you like what you see?"
I nodded and whispered, "I love it, uh, you."
"I love you! That is what I wanted to tell you. I have been thinking about us, about how you have been trying to talk to me about it, about how I would put you off. I must have been crazy," she said in a rush.
I continued to look at her, my eyes moving from one place to another randomly as I tried to take her all in at once but couldn't get past the parts and pieces.
Lacey frowned and then grinned. "I think I have to much of your attention. Earth to Greg, Earth to Greg, my eyes are up here," she said with a giggle that turned into a laugh as I looked up at her face with a confused look.
"Poor baby, I think I sprang too much on you at one time," she whispered as she moved closer to me.
I glanced toward the front of the shop and the display windows. I was suddenly worried about someone else seeing her. That's when I realized she had closed the blinds on the door and flipped the closed sign over. I also realized why she was over by the wall. The counter and the display racks behind it hid her from the street.
She grabbed me by the knees and pulled me, stool and all, over toward the wall. The wheels on the stool squeaked as she did. I started to get up but she grinned and pushed me back into the seat. Quickly she stepped up on the footrest and straddled my lap.
My arms automatically went around her waist. She was so warm and soft to the touch. She leaned forward and kissed me softly and tenderly. I returned the kiss the same way. After a moment, we both moaned softly.
She broke the kiss and sat up straight. She blew out a long gentle breath and sighed. "I should have done something like this a long time ago," she whispered more to herself than to me.
I nodded as I ran my hands slowly up and down her back from her hips to her shoulders. She sighed and leaned back forward to rest her head on my shoulder. "Why do I have to be so pigheaded all the time?" She asked softly.
That was a question without a correct answer so I hugged her tightly and kissed her shoulder and neck. She shivered in my arms and then squirmed on my lap. I suddenly felt awkward and shy for some reason.
"I.... Uh... I...." I stammered and then shut up. I really didn't know what to say and I did not want to screw things up by saying the wrong thing.
"Me too," Lacey whispered.
I was not sure what she meant so I kissed her neck and hugged her. She sighed deeply and then lifted her head to kiss me again. Only this time there was more passion in it and that grew as the kiss went on.
Finally, she broke the kiss and sat up straight, a grin once more on her face. "I should have taken your shorts off before I got up here. Talk about your poor planning."
I wiggled forward on the seat, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and then stood up. Lacey laughed as she wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. I still had an ass cheek in each hand to help support her.
Using one hand at a time, I worked my shorts down onto my thighs far enough for them to slide to the floor. My hard dick had caught in the shorts and at one point it snapped loose and slipped up between Lacey's parted thighs to slap wetly against her sex. We both moaned loudly. Her sex was excruciatingly hot on the topside of my shaft.
I felt Lacey shiver as I moved to sit back down on the stool. My dick moved slightly where it pressed against her hot opening. The stool rolled back and I followed it. My dick moved more and Lacey gave out with a soft whimpering moan.
When the stool rolled away from me again, I turned and sat Lacey on the padded edge of the workbench. The soft padding pressed my shaft even tighter to her opening. Lacey whimpered loudly as a shivering shake ran through her body. She relaxed her grip on my hips with her legs.
A few seconds later, she whispered, "I.... I... I'm a virgin."
"Huh?" was my witty reply.
"I've never done this before," she said breathily. "No one has even touched me before, down there, I mean."
Now it was my turn to be flustered. "I.... Uh... I...."
Lacey was twenty-three and I was five years older. She had been to college and so had I. How could she still be a virgin? I knew how and probably why but huh? My mind was having trouble wrapping itself around this information.
I took a half step back and my dick slipped out from between her legs to slap wetly against my lower belly. Lacey giggled and looked down between us.
"Is that thing spring loaded or something?" She asked with a grin.
"Uh, something like that."
