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[Originally published to alt.sex.stories.moderated in May, 2000. Only minor editing changes have been made since then. -- JimC - 12/17/2000]
The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY"). Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and rather farfetched, if you ask me.
This is a story that describes some sexually explicit situations (albeit not too graphic) in a fictional (remember fiction?) setting. The target audience is adults (people over the age of eighteen) with broad minds. This audience is getting harder and harder to find each year.
Final disclaimer -- I doubt that any of the people would act in the way described herein. This is just fantasy, and should be treated as such. This fantasy takes place in the late 1970s or early 1980s, before AIDS (yes, I remember that time!)... so don't go trying this now!
"Jim, I need to speak with you."
I looked up from my desk. It was Bobbie, standing at the entrance to my cubicle in that cute white jump suit with the thin lines in a checkerboard pattern. I didn't know if she knew that whenever I saw her in that outfit, my internal temperature rose a few degrees. Maybe she did.
"What's up, Bobbie?"
She drew in a breath. It was obvious that what she was going to ask wasn't easy. "We're short of cash this month. We need to get some money."
I looked around the office. Nobody was staring at us; our conversation was pretty quiet. However, this wasn't the kind of thing I liked to discuss at the office.
"I'm going to the mall across the street for lunch. Why don't you join me there -- my treat -- and we'll discuss it?"
She paused. I don't think she had considered a "lunch date" was in the cards. However, a group of us sometimes walked across the street and had some fast food at the mall once or twice a week. It wasn't as if this was anything really that different.
"All right," she answered, her voice barely a whisper. She left my cubicle.
I smiled to myself. Bobbie was a cute girl. Actually, make that "Bobbie was a cute woman." She was about eight years older than my twenty years. I was the youngest employee in the office and one of the few single people. I was making a little more than she was, and I didn't have many expenses to speak of: only a little studio apartment that set me back less than $200 a month. A good portion of my take-home pay just went into my savings and some certificates of deposit. I wasn't rich, but compared to most of the other people in the office, I was pretty well off.
Bobbie had started at the office a few months earlier as a junior analyst. She really didn't have the aptitude for programming, and always asked me questions. I didn't mind, since she did work hard, and that what was important in the end. She didn't expect other people to do her work, and she usually managed to get her work in on time.
She was a slightly chubby brunette, although not really overweight. Of course, as a female, she would probably think she was. She was also a newlywed, having gotten married about six months before she came to work with us. Her face, however, was her best asset. It was round and always wore a smile. Her blue eyes twinkled when she laughed. She was, in a word, the stuff of my secret fantasies ever since she started working here.
She was the only female in our programming project. She seemed to be a trooper, not getting offended if she overheard a couple of the guys telling racy jokes to one another. She even joined us a few times for our occasional lunches across the street, and was also a regular at our weekly Friday night at the pub parties, although she always just had one drink -- a white Zinfandel -- and always left early to meet with her husband.
I took mental inventory. I had about $200 in cash in my wallet, so if she only needed that much or less, I could easily accommodate her. I figured that a small loan right now could cement our burgeoning friendship. I mentally shrugged that it was probably money well spent; if she really needed the money, she might look to me as her hero. I had nothing really to lose.
It was 9:30 AM. Lunch was in another two and a half hours.
I glanced back at my terminal and picked up my programming where I left off.
She coughed lightly. "Jim?"
I shook my head. I was so engrossed in my work, that I had forgotten about our little date. A glance at my watch showed me it was five minutes after noon. I looked up at her and said, "Sorry, Bobbie... I sort of got engrossed in my work."
She smiled, causing dimples to appear on her rosy cheeks. "No problem. We're going to the mall for lunch, right?"
"Yup," I confirmed. I saved my work and disconnected my terminal, pushed back my chair and got up. "Let's do it!"
We left the office, and walked silently across the parking lot to the crosswalk that crossed the busy highway between our office and the mall. I stole a few glances at Bobbie, and she looked a bit nervous. She probably doesn't like asking for money, I thought to myself. I know that I'd probably feel the same way if I had to ask for money from a co-worker.
As the light turned green and the "WALK" sign beamed its green message to us, we still hadn't said anything to each other. We started across the highway, and made our way through the mall parking lot.
She started heading toward the door closest to the fast food court. I was fantasizing about her thinking of me as her hero, and suddenly decided to head toward the full service restaurant at the other end of the mall.
"Bobbie, if we go to the food court, we'll be in the middle of hundreds of shoppers. We'll never get any privacy, and I don't think this is something you will feel comfortable about discussing in public. Let's go to The Station for a salad or sandwich, OK?"
She looked at me and thought. She smiled and thanked me, and started heading toward The Station.
"Still my treat," I assured her.
We got to the restaurant a few minutes later, and other than that one exchange in the parking lot, we still hadn't said much of anything to one another. The place was just starting to fill, but we had no trouble getting a table. As luck would have it, it was pretty secluded from the other tables.
The waiter arrived a few minutes after we were seated, and Bobbie ordered a Cobb salad and I ordered a turkey sandwich. After the waiter retrieved our menus, and departed, Bobbie decided it was time to talk.
"Jim, I want to thank you for the lunch. You are so sweet." She paused, uncertain as to continue.
"Thanks for joining me, Bobbie," I answered, filling the awkward gap.
"Henry was laid off a few months ago," she began, referring to her husband. "right after we got married. We still have the mortgage and our other bills. I don't think we'll be able to pay them off this month. Henry has found another job, but it won't start for another week. So, a small loan right now would help us out, and we'll be able to repay you after he starts getting paid for his new job."
I nodded at her in understanding. Even though I wasn't an accountant, I wrote many programs for them. It wasn't difficult to see that a loan could help her in that situation, and wouldn't just be postponing a future default... it was definitely a "good risk."
"So, have you figured out how much you are going to need?"
She took another deep breath. This was the part that was difficult for her... actually asking for the money. "Um, well, yeah. I had done some calculations a night or so ago, and we're short..." She paused again, sighing.
"We're short about $600." she began again, quickly. "If I had that much more right now, I'd be able to pay this month's bills and the late ones from last month, and with Henry starting his job on the first, we'll probably come out even next month, and be back on the positive side the month after that. I could start paying you back then." She looked at me, hopeful.
I could see that she had figured this out. Six hundred dollars wasn't chicken feed, but it would hardly cause much of a dent in my savings account.
After a few moments thought, I responded, "You sound like you have it all figured out, Bobbie. It really sounds like a good plan. Of course, I don't have $600 on me right now. I'd have to go to my bank and make a withdrawal."
"You mean, you'll lend me the money?" she asked.
"Of course, Bobbie. You have a good plan, and since you will be back on the plus side in just a month or two, it doesn't look like there's any problem that I can see."
Her look of apprehension changed to joy. "That's wonderful, Jim!" she exclaimed, and got up out of her chair, and crossed to where I was sitting. She bent down and put a kiss right on my lips.
I was a bit taken aback from this. It had happened so quickly: she was thanking me, and all of a sudden, her lips were on mine.
I opened my eyes, and she was still kissing me, her eyes closed. I breathed in deeply through my nose, savoring her wonderful perfume.
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