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?"
