Geneen, Paula and I were lying on the bed, freshly cleansed from our shower together. Since they had told me about their first tryst I understood a little more about tonight, but I was still trying to digest the fact that I had been the prize in a bet! [See Help Desk 3 & 4]
I cradled their heads against my chest and stroked their hair, still damp from the shower. The difference in texture between Geneen’s black hair and Paula’s blonde curls was a tactile delight, as were the sensations I felt as they slowly moved their hands over my chest and abdomen. Occasionally their hands would stray from my body and stroke each other, but I felt no jealousy or sense of loss. We were as close as we could be, physically mentally and emotionally. I moved my hands slowly along their bodies as I began to tell Paula about the night Geneen won their bet.
Mark’s Story
I had finished a fairly easy day at work, and was going over to Geneen’s to see about her ceiling fan. The weather had been fairly mild for a Texas spring – only reaching the lower 80’s - and it wasn’t warm enough to run the air conditioning yet. But the ceiling fans in Geneen’s apartment were making enough noise to be distracting, and she had asked me to help quiet them for her. She wanted to be able to have air circulating without having to use the Central Air unit, and it seemed a waste to have the fans if they weren’t working right.
I arrived shortly after 6:00, and we greeted each other with our customary hug and peck-on-the-cheek kiss. Geneen had left work before I did, and had changed into ‘something more comfortable’. In her case it was a pair of shorts and a short T-shirt with a scoop neck that did little to conceal her upper body. Her long black legs flowed from the shorts, which were pleasantly hugging her firm, round ass. Her bare midriff showed the taut muscles she prided herself on. She worked out several times a week to keep herself in shape. Her nipples were just a shadow of their potential size, pointing through the thin shirt atop her firm little breasts. She was a vision that some only fantasize about, and I was here to do her bidding.
Geneen’s apartment had several windows open, but they faced the wrong way to get any real breeze going. It wasn’t really hot in the apartment, but it did seem a little stuffy due to the lack of air circulation. I draped my coat over a chair and removed my necktie, ridding myself of the vestiges of Corporate America. I took the beer that Geneen offered, and we sat on the couch for a few minutes before getting on with the work at hand.
“Did your day get any better?” Geneen asked.
“It really wasn’t too bad after I got the Doctor taken care of.”
Dr. Marlette had bought a computer several months ago and had started ‘upgrading’ it on his own. Every time he added a new peripheral, he managed to screw something up, and called for us to fix it for him. The contract specifies that we will restore the unit to its original working condition, but Dr. Marlette had been able to get the ear of one of the store managers and complain so much that everyone wanted to keep him quiet. So, in spite of his best efforts, we kept him from trashing his computer on a regular basis. And he had gotten to know Paula, Geneen and me in the course of his repairs. It was a standing rule that if Dr. Marlette called, he was to be immediately transferred to whichever one of us was available, and today that happened to be me.
Geneen laughed, “He really tries so hard to learn what he is doing with a computer. I just hope he’s better with his patients than he is with that PC!”
“Some people need to learn that the best thing they can do is to keep their hands out of it,” I replied. “He needs to realize that he is trying to make a VW run like a Ferrari, and it just won’t work!
“So which ceiling fan is the noisiest? I want to get started so I can hopefully get to all three of them tonight.”
Geneen pointed straight up and said, “This one is as bad as the one in the bedroom, but I want to be able to sit here and watch TV. So I guess that you should start here.”
I pulled a stool from the breakfast bar and placed it under the fan. I stepped onto the coffee table and then onto the stool, wishing that Geneen had a better ladder. As I straightened up to look at the fan, Geneen placed a hand on my leg to help me balance.
I checked the mounting, and everything looked OK. As I brushed the dust from the fan blades, I noticed that one of them was loose. “I need a screwdriver, Geneen.”
“I don’t think I have any vodka. Would another beer help?”
Her impish grin let me know that she was teasing. As I looked down at her upturned face, I couldn’t help but notice that the scoop neck of her T-shirt afforded me a stunning view of her cleavage. She was wearing no bra, and the sight of her chocolate breasts was almost too much to look away from. I felt my cock start to stir just as Geneen squeezed my leg and said, “I’ll be right back. Phillips or flat head?”
“Phillips, please,” I managed to croak. If this was what the rest of this fix-it job was going to be like, I was going to have a hard time concentrating on the fans.
As Geneen reached up to hand me the screwdriver she raised up on her toes. The top of her shorts gapped away from her stomach, and I could almost see down the front. I realized that she either had on no panties or a very skimpy pair, as I saw nothing but her smooth black skin. Taking the screwdriver and tearing my eyes away from her, I began to tighten the fan blades. I checked all four of them, and then asked her to hit the switch. I crouched down as the fan began to move, and the moving air made me realize just how hot it was in the apartment.
The fan gained speed, and aside from the noise of the motor it was silent as it drew the air through the windows. I hopped off the stool and was greeted by Geneen’s hug.
“You are fantastic!” she exclaimed. “All this time, I thought something major had to be done, and you managed to fix it with a screwdriver!” She kissed my cheek and hugged me tighter. I was sure she could feel the bulge in my pants, but she made no comment.
“Well, let’s get to the next one,” I said. If I didn’t get away from her warm body soon, I would never get the fans fixed.
“Okay, if that’s what you want,” she answered somewhat petulantly. “Let’s do the one in the dining room next.”
The dining Room fan proved to be as easily fixed as the living room fan, and with the solid table to stand on, I didn’t feel quite as unsteady. After tightening and cleaning the blades the fan worked perfectly, and Geneen gave me another hug. The kiss she gave me was right on the lips, and although it was a ‘dry’ kiss, it was the first time we had ever kissed. I know she must have felt my cock jump this time.
“Now for the bedroom,” Geneen announced as she pulled away from me. The look in her eyes and the tone of her voice left little doubt that she had more in mind than just the fan. I was almost dizzy with desire, and trying desperately to figure out how I could bed her without compromising our working relationship.
The queen sized bed took up most of the bedroom, and was positioned in such a way that I could stand on it to get to the ceiling fan. I took off my boots (even in Corporate America, Texans wear boots!) and climbed onto the bed. As I stood up I realized that Geneen preferred a soft mattress, which made balancing a little more difficult. As I reached up for the fan I felt Geneen’s hands grab me from behind at the top of my thighs. Her fingers rested on my ass, and her thumbs were nestled between my legs.