Terri · Part 1

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I'd like to tell all of you about my girlfriend, Terri, and some of the great experiences we've had together. I'm doing this with her permission, but she's asked me not to describe anything that could give us away to the other workers in our office, since we know some of them read this newsgroup. So, my descriptions of us, and our names, are altered. The rest of the story is true. Maybe it's better that way, since you can substitute whatever faces and bodies and names make the story more exciting for you. But in fact, it remains our story. If it's well-received on the net, maybe I'll write some more later, but for now, I'll tell you about how our relationship started. I couldn't come up with a title. She suggested "Fucking Terri's Brains Out" but I thought it was a little bit blatant. So you can give it your own title if you want.

New York Super Fudge Chunk is a trademark of Ben & Jerry's ice cream. They have not given their permission for it to appear in this story, nor, to the best of my knowledge, do they endorse its use as a sexual aid.

No one would ever call Terri beautiful, except for me. That may seem like a strange way to start talking about the woman I love, but it's the truth. Guys I know have called her "cute" or "decent-looking" or even "plain," but it doesn't matter to me. She's a little bit on the short side, which I like, and although she does have a few (only a few) spare pounds, most of her weight is muscle. She has an average bust, small waist, and her behind and legs look great in a pair of tight pants. Her hair is straight and light brown, and her face, truthfully, is more cute than pretty in the usual sense. Her eyes, though, are a pale, sparkling blue-grey with always a hint of mischief in them.

Terri danced into my life in mid-August. And when I say danced, I mean it literally. She had just started work in my office, a new recruit added to our research and development team fresh out of college. I had known that she was starting work, but had been on vacation the previous week, so I hadn't been there when she was introduced to the rest of the team. I arrived early on Monday, wanting to get caught up with the week's backlog of mail and figure out just what had gone on in my absence. I heard light classical music coming through the wall from the office next to mine, which had been vacant when I left, so I decided to introduce myself to my new co-worker.

I stepped out of my office and into hers, and was almost knocked over as she came whirling out her door in a graceful pirouette. Instinctively, I brought my hands up and caught her. She must've been as surprised as I was, but gave no sign of it as she tilted her head back, looked into my eyes and said, "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to dip me?"

I pride myself on my ability to take most anything in stride, and usually I'd have a quick comeback for a line like that, but not this time. Actually, I must've looked kind of silly as I yanked my hands away and made some lame excuse about not knowing the step. We introduced ourselves, and she showed me the decorations she had been putting up in her office. I knew after just a few minutes of talking to her that she was not going to be just another nerd in the office. Maybe it's just because she hasn't been ground down by the day-to-day work routine, but she just seems so much more alive than most of my other co-workers. And although it certainly wasn't love at first sight, I knew right away that I could really get to like her.

Since I had a few years experience with the department, and was working on a fairly low-priority project at the moment, our boss decided that it would be a good idea for her to get her feet wet by helping me out on this project. I was amazed by her skill and talent. She took some time getting used to our coding conventions, or what passes for them, and the source code control system we use, but other than that she seemed to have an instant understanding of everything we were doing, and came up with a number of optimizations that had gotten by me.

That's not really such a big deal, but the fact that she never made an issue out of occasionally getting one up on me was quite a welcome change from the usual attitude I've encountered. In fact, it got to be something of a game between us, making us both do our jobs a little bit better. So it wasn't surprising when we finished that project and got handed a new one, this time a top-priority job.

As the wise reader has probably guessed by now, my interest in Terri was growing personally as well as professionally. She'd come over to my place for dinner a few times, and we'd been out to a few movies, usually with friends. I thought that she was showing an interest in me as well, but since I've long ago stopped trying to out-guess a woman, I wasn't making any assumptions. We'd exchanged innuendos a few times, but I was just putting it down to a flirtatious streak. But as I became more interested in her, and started showing her some deliberately unprofessional attention, she seemed to be responding in kind.

The turning point came, as it usually does in a relationship, at the least likely moment. We'd been working on our second project together for about a month, and although we'd been making good progress, there were still some critical timing problems we couldn't seem to resolve, with a deadline less than a week away. Neither of us was in any danger if we didn't get the program perfected, but after our early successes, we weren't going to accept a defeat, and we'd started putting in some really long hours in the office. We were in my office, throwing some ideas (and a Koosh) around at about midnight one night. The white board was covered with notes, mostly crossed out, and we had both been through half a dozen cups of tea since lunch time. Neither of us had had dinner, and our usual good humor was quickly fading.

"What if we forget about interrupts and go with a polling scheme instead?" I asked, and flipped her the Koosh.

"No good. Eats up too many CPU cycles if we have to spin for too long. It would sit there and poll until the user responds, and that might not be until the next morning on a batch job." She tossed it back.

"Okay, polling with a timeout. And, to avoid CPU usage, we use a coprocessor." I gave the Koosh a high lob, and watched in dismay as it landed in her teacup and splashed cold Earl Grey on the day's notes.

We were both on the papers in a second, trying to keep the tea from soaking through too many layers. The crisis past, she sighed and said, "Okay. Let me go get another cup of tea, and we'll pick up on your idea."

At the moment, though, my mind had suddenly gone elsewhere, the way a male mind often will when it sees an attractive woman having a hard time. "Wait a minute," I said. "You don't need any more caffeine. You need something to relax you. Sit down." She sat down, and gave me a puzzled look. "Now, close your eyes, and turn your brain off for a few minutes." She closed her eyes, but from the look she gave me before closing them, I think her brain was probably quite busy as I turned her chair away from mine and put my hands on her shoulders.

I had "threatened" her with backrubs many times before, but had never actually gotten up the nerve to give her one. Now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world as I stroked her back, shoulders, and neck. She seemed to relax totally after the first couple minutes, and leaned back quite comfortably against me. Encouraged, I worked my fingers up into her hair, and then down just inside the collar of her sweater, then massaged all the way down her arms to her hands. I guess I'd been at it about an hour when there was a knock on my office door and I saw the janitor peering through the tiny window. Terri and I both tried to act natural as I let him in, but we could both barely keep from laughing at the way he stood there grinning at us both, as if the three of us were sharing some great secret.

After he'd gone, we decided that we weren't going to get anywhere on the problem that night, and decided to call it a night. I was a bit disappointed, but at the same time I knew we'd made a step in the right direction.

The next morning, after a night of pleasant dreams, I awoke about two hours after we'd agreed to meet at the office. I showered, didn't bother to shave or eat, and made the 15 minute drive. When I got into my office, I found Terri there, scribbling notes on a thick yellow pad. When I walked in, she smiled at me and said, "What did you do to me last night?"

"Nothing unusual," I said. "I'd be glad to demonstrate again sometime."

"No, that's not what I mean. What did you do to my brain? I came in this morning after sleeping last night, and the answer was perfectly clear. Take a look a this!" I sat in open-mouthed wonder for the next fifteen minutes as she explained everything we'd done wrong on that phase of the project, and showed me exactly how we could correct it. We spent the next four hours fine-tuning her solution, then a couple more coding up the changes and testing. It worked even better than our original estimates, and we still had three days before the deadline.

"Should we go tell Jeanne?" Terri asked, referring to our boss.

I looked at my watch. It said 3:30. "No, I've got a better idea. Watch this." I emailed to Jeanne, "Timing problems solved. Will give you details tomorrow, at your convenience."

"Now, get your coat, and we're out of here. You do like Chinese, right?"

Terri and I treated each other to a really great celebratory Chinese dinner, including a couple of Scorpion Bowls, and had more fun than we had since we'd started on this project. It was so relaxing, and it seemed totally natural to invite her back to my place for a movie afterward. We stopped at the video store near my apartment, and as we got out of our cars, I asked her what she wanted to see. "Whatever you like," she said, "you've done a great job so far. I've got to pick up something at Price Chopper."

I went into the video shop, and picked up Bull Durham, one of my favorites. A nice light comedy, but with enough good sex to make it really interesting. By the time I got back to my car, she was already in hers, and wouldn't tell me what she'd bought at the store, so I wouldn't tell her what I'd rented. "Guess we'll just have to surprise each other tonight," I said, and started my car. I hoped she'd read my message in as many ways as I'd meant it.

Between the day's success, the good food, and the immodest amounts of liquor we'd drunk, we were both in a euphoric state, and ready to enjoy ourselves. I put the tape in the VCR, and listened as she crashed around in my kitchen with whatever she'd bought. After a few minutes, she came back in with a couple bowls, apparently with ice cream in them under huge amounts of hot fudge and whipped cream. She set them down on the coffee table and handed me a spoon, then sat beside me on the couch. "So, let's see this movie you've picked out," she said, and hit the remote control. I turned out the light at my end of the couch, and for the next 20 minutes we indulged in our New York Super Fudge Chunk and laughed at the movie.

"You want some more?" she asked, as she took our empty bowls into the kitchen.

"Maybe later," I said. "Now come back and keep me company." As she sat down at the opposite end of the couch, I said, "Could I persuade you to join me at this end?" To my great satisfaction, she didn't require any persuasion as she moved next to me and leaned back against me.

"How 'bout some more of that great brain stimulation that you were giving me last night?" she said.

"Nope, no brains tonight," I teased. "Got anything else you want stimulated?"

"Well… Pick up where you left off last night, and I'm sure we can think of something from there." I didn't need to be told twice, and started massaging her shoulders and neck. I worked my way out from there, getting more and more daring. I'd occasionally throw in a random hug, or a kiss on the back of her neck, becoming steadily more encouraged by her responses. By the time Susan Sarandon and Kevin Costner were in the bathtub, I had my arms around her, one hand inside her sweater teasing at her breast, as I nibbled at her ear and trailed kisses down her neck to her collar. I didn't think she was paying any more attention to the movie until she snuggled back more firmly against me and whispered, "Do you splash like that when you make love in your tub?"

"I don't know," I whispered back. "I've never done it in my tub. We'll have to find out sometime." Since her lips were so close to mine, I did the obvious thing, and kissed her. I'd always thought that "seeing skyrockets" was just an expression, but the charge that went through me at that moment made me feel like the bicentennial. By the time we broke that kiss, we'd somehow managed to get completely stretched out on the couch, with her lying on top of me and my shirt half unbuttoned. Needless to say, we didn't care much about the movie any more. It could wait; we couldn't. For the next hour, we made out on the couch like a couple of horny high-school kids, gradually losing more and more clothing until I was down to just my underwear and one sock. She had just her panties on, and she was probably the sexiest sight I'd ever seen.

Her hair was in total disarray, hanging down over one eye. Her smooth, creamy skin was slightly flushed, and in spite of the ceiling fan whirling above us, she was perspiring lightly, and I could feel the slickness of her breasts pressing against my chest. Her eyes, as she brushed her hair aside, were practically throwing off sparks, and her expression said that she was going to devour me the way she had the ice cream not long before. Naturally, I couldn't see myself, but I was looking back at her the same way.

She raised herself up off of me slightly, looked down the length of our bodies, and said, "We're overdressed."

I looked into her eyes, and with all the sincerity I could muster, said, "You're right. Help me get this sock off." She stared at me for a moment, then collapsed back onto me, laughing as if it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. Her laughter was contagious, and the gentle shaking of her body against mine quickly got me started as well.

After a moment, in a mock-serious tone, she said, "Stop it. Stop laughing right now, or I'll have to make you stop." Naturally, in my condition, that too seemed pretty funny, and got me going even harder. "All right, then," she said, "this should stop you." With that, she lowered her mouth to my neck, and bit gently. I've always had a weakness for love-bites, and my laughing instantly turned to gasps of pleasure. Taking her cue, she continued down my neck, then started kissing my chest, and worked her way across to one nipple. Mine are very sensitive, perhaps unusually so for a man, and many women don't know how to deal with it. Not the case with Terri.

She had clearly done this to a man before, and obviously enjoyed it. For the next twenty minutes, I lay on the couch, gasping, panting, and actually crying out a few times as she licked, sucked, and lightly bit at my nipples. Although she hadn't done anything below my waist, my erection was tingling like crazy, and I wasn't far from coming.

"Wait…slow down!" I whispered between gulps of air.

"What's wrong, Love?" she asked. "Going to come so soon?" She had a wicked gleam in her eye as she slid off of me, kneeling in front of the couch, her mouth gluing itself to my nipple again as her left hand slid down to caress my twitching erection through the cotton of my underwear. She knew what she was doing, I realized, and I wasn't going to deny either of us the pleasure of letting her finish. "Just relax and let it happen," she said, "and don't try to hold back. I want to see your face when you come." I couldn't have lasted another minute after that, even if I had tried to resist. She must've known from the way my entire body stiffened when I started coming.

My eyes were closed, but I could feel her eyes on my face as her hand eased my cock out of my underwear and she began stroking it. Not jerking, just slowly stroking, encouraging me to pump out a bigger load. Under her touch, I had built up an incredible pressure, and felt warm, sticky globs splattering my chest and stomach, a few drops even landing on my own throat.

When I had finished, I opened my eyes and found her gazing back into them from just inches away. She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring deep inside my mouth, then pulled back and said, "You. Are. Beautiful," emphasizing each word as if it were some important declaration. I'm hardly beautiful, especially after almost two days without a shave, but there was no doubting the sincerity in her voice, or her eyes. And if she thought I was beautiful, I certainly wasn't going to complain. "I loved doing that to you. Being able to overpower you, the way you've always overpowered me. Gods, I don't think I've ever been this hot before!" I had no idea that I had ever overpowered her, and thought of the many times I'd been left speechless as she swung her strong, graceful body past me in a hallway or office. Had we both been in mutual awe of each other all this time? Seemed like.

"You're beautiful," she repeated, "but you need some cleaning up!" Before I knew what was happening, her mouth was at my throat again, and she was working her way down my body, delicately lapping at the pools of semen as she found them. When she'd finished, she said, "Mmm. You're sweet all over. Ice cream eaters always make the best lovers." I pulled her to me and kissed her, cleaning her lips and sliding my tongue into her mouth, sharing my own tas

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