I was leaving work a bit early. I'd just gotten back from a four-month-long assignment out of town, and there wasn't anything queued up that I had to work on immediately, so I decided I'd go home and take care of a few personal things. One of those things was packing up and mailing a few things Kathleen had left behind. We'd split, amicably, just before I left on my trip, because she'd taken a job with a better symphony in a city across the country and neither of us wanted to do the long distance thing. Just as I was reach my car, my cell phone rang.
"Dave? I heard you were back at work - are you in town yet?" I heard Denise ask. Denise and her husband John were a couple that I had a long-standing friendship and sexual relationship with. John was on an even longer assignment than mine - he'd drawn the short straw and hard to go work on stuff in the far north of Scotland, near the North Sea. We wasn't due back for another month, and I hoped for his sake Denise had given him permission to snuggle up with some "bonnie lass" or he was going to be freezing his ass off. As for me, I was hoping Denise was calling because she was horny - John and she already had an agreement regarding me and Denise spending quality bed time together.
"Yes, I'm back, Denise," I replied, "to what do I owe this phone call?"
"Dave, I've got a problem here at the apartment, and I'm hoping you can come over and help me with it?"
"Sure, Denise, how about tomorrow night?"
"Um... no, Dave, I need help with it now" she said, "Can you come over?".
I thought I heard a mischievous tone in her voice, so I quickly assured her I'd be there, and got in the car. Denise and mischief almost always meant a really hot time in bed, and who could turn that down?
When I got to their apartment I knocked on the door. Denise came to the door right away, dressed in a short wrap. As I entered, I asked "OK, so what's the problem?" just before my brain registered two things: first, there was another person in the room; and second, there was the unmistakeable order of highly aroused woman.
"Dave, this is Jeannie. I know you've been out on assignment for months, so I doubt you've met."
She was right, we hadn't met, but I'd had quite a few emails about Jeannie over the months I was gone. Jeannie was a big woman - and by big, I mean about 6 and a half feet tall, well-muscled, and shapely, too, for her large frame. She worked on the crew that moved big equipment in and out of the datacenter, and it seemed every guy was afraid to ask her out - no one wanted to look "little" next to her.
"Hi, Jeannie! It's nice to meet you. I would have hoped to meet you sooner, but I work on the software end of things, and I'm sometimes sent out to remote data centers to do particular upgrades and such so I've been gone from work for four months. I hope Denise has been kind when talking about me!"
Jeannie had just started to reply when Denise cut in " Dave, you and Jeannie will have all evening to get to know each other, but let me explain what the problem is, will you?"
"Okay, okay! Let's hear it then!" I was a little annoyed, but Denise seemed really in a hurry to get whatever it was on the table. I soon learned why.
"It's like this, Dave. About a week ago, I found Jeannie crying in the women's restroom. The poor girl feels so lonely - none of the guys in the building will ask her out. It appears they're all afraid of being sized up next to her! So, I told her to forget those jerks; that I knew some good men who weren't so insecure, and I took her to lunch. We really really hit it off, so we've gone to lunch every day this week until finally yesterday, the topic of sex came around. Guess what? She and I have something in common, and I'll give you one guess what!". As she rattled all this off, I was looking at Jeannie who seemed flushed, maybe a bit embarassed, but I couldn't tell for sure. I decided to find out, cutting out the middleman or woman in this case.
"So, Jeannie - what is it you have in common with Denise? I've know her for years now, including some of her kinks, so I'm very interested to find out what you two have in common. And for the record, I am NOT afraid of looking small. First, I've been way under six feet all my life, so I had to develop my self-confidence through other ways, and second, when it comes to bedtime, we're all about the same height, right?"
Jeannie got up from the couch and walked over, standing right in front of me. She was definitely big, but like I said I developed self-confidence without being tall. I made a show of looking her over intently, and then smiled as I said "You, my hopefully new friend, are gorgeous, and if you think you are going to intimidate me enough to forget that my question is unanswered, you are mistaken! Please, I really am interested."
"Well, Dave, I will answer honestly. Denise and I really, really like to watch bi-guy action and in fact we've been watching it all afternoon and we're so fucking horny right now that it's all I can do not to rip your pants off you right now!"
"Denise - how much does she know?" I demanded.
