She hadn't heard from him since they were together that one time. She'd thought it had been good, but had decided that it must have been less than memorable for him, so she had started to move on. Oh, well, a one-night stand isn't what she had in mind, but if that's all there was, then so be it. She'd made the mistake of calling once, and had regretted it deeply ever since and refused to call again. She'd also sent a couple of e-mails, but had gotten no reply, so she had given up to the belief that it was over. She'd just have to move on.
Her son was playing softball, and would already be gone to the game by the time she left work. She'd have just time enough to run home and change and make it to the field before the game started. She ran in, put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and sweater, and ran back out the door. She headed her car toward the ball field, and took the shortcut that passes by Tim's office on her way. She was in a big hurry, and was barely looking that way, when she caught a glimpse of him coming out the door. He waved and motioned for her to stop and pull in.
She pulled in and rolled down the window. "I'm on my way to the ball park, my son plays tonight, two games."
He was just grinning at her, and was appreciating the slightly rumpled appearance that was so uncommon. She was usually "Ms. Priss", all dressed up for work and looking prim and proper. He smiled and said, can't you be late, or just miss the first one all together?" I've got something I want to show you.
She said, well, "I can stop for just a minute, but I can't stay." He just chuckled at her under his breath, and followed her into his office, closing and locking the door behind them.
She knew him well enough to know the look on his face and said "I don't have time for this tonight." Then she remembered the hurt and rejection she had been feeling the last few days, the humiliation of chasing after someone who obviously wasn't interested, whom she had obviously disappointed with her limited sexual experience, and thought that it would be nice to be with someone who did appreciate it, who she had been with before and who obviously was still interested. Maybe this was the shot in the arm her self-esteem needed. After all, her husband certainly wasn't interested these days, or was usually too drunk to care one way or the other.
She followed him to his back office, where the computer screen was glowing, the only light in the room. He popped in a cd, which she recognized as one of the ones she had made him, and instantly a scene of a man and woman leapt onto the screen.
"I watch this and think of you. I really appreciate your making it for me."
She said. "No problem, glad to be of help."
The woman on the screen was lying on a bed in a red teddy with her arms outstretched over her head. The man walked into the room and saw here there, went to the bed and sat down. Then, he started kissing her neck and slipping the teddy straps from her shoulders. His mouth traveled from her neck to her breast and gently kissed the peak of it.
She heard Tim's voice from behind her saying "Mm, that looks absolutely delicious." His hands removed the sweater from her shoulders, and were moving up under her tee shirt, seeking the clasp of her bra.
