"It's just frozen...I don't know what's wrong with it." she whined into her cell, nervously twirling her bed tangled hair. "I have a paper due this afternoon, so can you send someone right away?...An hour? That's fine I guess...Ok, thanks...bye."
Andrea tossed her silver slider carelessly onto her freshly slept-in sheets and released a heavy sigh of frustration. "That's what I get for procrastinating." she muttered to herself, fighting the urge to grab her monitor and hurl it out of the open window.
She hated herself for getting into these kinds of situations. It had been two months since she broke up with Scott and it seemed like she could never get anything done on time. Her biggest problem was that she was always in bed... sleeping. Not exactly her favorite bedroom pastime, but in recent days it was all she could do to keep herself sane. Scott was, after all...Scott. He was incredibly popular, a football star and not to mention had the chiseled physique of a Greek god. The sight of her unmade bed instantly sent her into nostalgic bliss. Fucking him was always hot. His body...the smell of his cologne deodorant spray mixed with his sweat...and hers. He didn't always get her off, but that wasn't important. What was important was that he was with her and not her 500 insanely jealous female classmates. And that was enough in her book, until the day she discovered those red crotch-less panties under his mattress.
Yet, even in light of her ex's obvious physical charms, Andrea could not complain about herself. As she walked toward her full-mirrored closet in the hope of finding a quick ensemble, she took a moment to admire her own stunning body. She was still donning her usual bedtime attire: a plain black pair of cotton bikini panties. She always loved the feel of her cool satin sheets against her bare skin, velvety and flawless. And even though she was never considered gorgeous, she had cute, delicate facial features, toned athletic legs and fantastic curves. She turned her body slightly to get a better view of her backside, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder. It was true she had a bottom you could set a serving tray on. It was extremely sexist, but she couldn't help but smile remembering that her male classmates had secretly voted hers the sweetest ass on campus. It was lucky for her, and her bruised ego, that they were so terrible at keeping their locker-room discussions under wraps.
A timid knocking at the door suddenly sucked her out of her daydreaming.
"Shit, has it been an hour already?" She glanced at the clock. Thirty-five minutes had passed. "Typical nerd, he's early."
Andrea realized she was still naked. She frantically scanned the room for an oversized t-shirt to throw on. Her eyes landed upon Scott's old high school jersey that he had lent her. She had always loved the smell of him on it. She was reluctant, but the knock came again more forcefully as if to say "I don't have all day, lady!" and she decided it would have to do. She couldn't very well answer the door in the nude.
"Just a second!" she called as she scurried down the hallway to the living room, clumsily pulling the jersey over her nakedness.
She pulled the door open a couple inches in exasperation. There stood her computer repairman in the dark of the poorly lit hallway, looking almost exactly as she would have imagined. He was skinny, tall, wore impossibly thick glasses,and a black polo shirt that donned the Geek Troop logo.
"You had a problem with your computer, Ma'am?" he bellowed.
Andrea jumped. The assertiveness and deepness of his voice surprised her. She had, naturally, expected something more nasally.
"Uh...yes. Come in. It's back in the
bedroom." she answered, swinging the door much wider.
The natural light of her apartment allowed her a more accurate view of the man who had come to her technological rescue. Andrea saw that the thick- rimmed-glasses hid pair of strikingly clear green eyes. He had a cute cleft in his chin that she couldn't help but find intriguing.
"I'm Gene." he stated with social ease, despite the fact that he usually received some awkward smirks at introductions. He held out his hand.
"Andrea." she answered, offering her hand in return.
His handshake was confident too. Her body jolted at the power of it.
"Thanks for coming so quickly. Just follow me...it's this way."
He's actually cute. Maybe we could get him some contacts? Andrea couldn't believe her own thoughts. This guy was definitely not her type, but then again, maybe her type sucked. She could bang a nerd. Why not? As they reached her bedroom, Andrea felt a tiny tinge of embarrassment at how messy it was. She quickly tossed a few strewn items from the bed into her half-open closet and straightened up the bedclothes, all the while unaware that she was bending over and revealing the underside of her supple bottom, blessing Gene with an unsolicited yet welcomed exhibition.
Of all the house calls he had made in this new job, this was definitely his favorite so far. Andrea abandoned her frenzied clean up and turned to face him again. She had an attractive face, but Gene's eyes were mostly pleased to discover the contour of her erect nipples protruding from beneath the thinness of her shirt. He could just barely distinguish their deep mocha color and the stark contrast with her cream colored skin was breathtaking.
