David sighed, taking his hands away from the keyboard of his computer and rubbing his temples. He leaned back in his chair, throwing his head back and trying to empty his head for a moment to take a respite from the problems, equations, and numbers that were where they shouldn't be. Naturally, David had the job of putting the unruly numbers in their place. Also doing anything that had anything to do at all with computers and electronics. At first he'd enjoyed the attention his talent attracted, but now it was just annoying, and all the jobs were getting BORING. Break time, he thought vaguely. Just then, his phone rang. He cursed to himself, but on impulse, he answered, always figuring he could get to whatever it was later. Besides, it might be an emergency or something. As he took the receiver from the cradle to his ear, he glanced at the clock. Still two hours to go. He spoke to the phone: "This is David."
A husky, feminine voice answered: "Just listen: I'm going to pull your face to me and kiss you harder and deeper than you've ever been kissed before, pushing my tongue into your mouth. I'm going to unzip your pants and pull your gorgeous cock out into the air. I'll kneel in front of you and take you into my mouth and you moan as you feel my tongue on the tip of your cock. My hand jacks you as I suck the tip and--"
David knew perfectly well who it was, but he couldn't resist. He interrupted in a clipped, businesslike tone: "Who is this?"
The girl on the other end broke into a brief laughing spell. It seemed she'd been concentrating and he'd gotten her out of it. "This is your girlfriend, you silly ass! I'm gonna start over . . . Goddamnit, David, you broke my concentration and spoiled the surprise at the same time! I was trying to brighten your day and all you can do is fuck with my head!" She wasn't really mad, he could tell. Didn't even sound it, really.
"Jeez, Karen, I'm sorry." He smiled.
"Yeah, you are, you punk. Is work still as bad as you've been saying?"
David took a deep breath. She may have been trying to brighten his day, but she'd done that just by calling. He figured she knew it, too. "Yeah, it's still pretty ugly. I'm watching the clock."
"Poor baby. I miss you." Karen had only met him a couple of weeks ago, and they'd only had the opportunity to go out once or twice since then, because David's workload had doubled shortly after.
"I miss you, too," he answered.
"How's tonight looking?" she asked.
David reflected. Now that he remembered, it was a Friday, and his workload was typically egregious. He had resolved not to stay after five, though, since for most of the last week, he'd gotten home at around eight-thirty. "Not so good," he finally said. "I'll be pretty tired--but I think I can be persuaded to work up some enthusiasm."
Karen giggled. "Good. You know what we're going to do tonight?"
"Were you keeping it a surprise?"
"Well, not really. I was planning to do most of the stuff we didn't get to do last time."
David thought about this a moment. They'd met, had sex and gone out a couple times--but not actually gone to bed since their first meeting. He couldn't really think of anything off-hand that they hadn't done, apart from positions . . . "Oh . . ." he said, finally.
"That's it? 'Oh?'"
"Uh, well . . . I'm really looking forward to it?"