Chapter 2: Meeting a Friend

Barry was left on his own the majority of the first weekend after he experimented with the Find a Friend website. Tammy’s meeting went well, but that only meant she was given even more work to get ready for a meeting with a significant client. On Thursday of the following week she was to go over all of the work that had been done for the client in the past year, plus a detailed progress review of the current work.

Barry started his weekend by sleeping in until 9:00 on Saturday. When he did get up he found a hastily scrawled note on the kitchen counter: “Headed to office. Back late. Love you.”

Forgoing any breakfast for the time being, Barry returned to the bedroom and found his ratty old t-shirt used for house chores and an equally ratty pair of shorts and tennis shoes. He hated yard work, but at least the temp was only the 80s. A much more bearable weather than middle-of-the summer 100+ degree days.

The first sign of a long day was the empty gas can sitting by the mower. At least he noticed it before getting started on other work which would require a trip to the gas station in a sweat-soaked shirt and shorts. He slipped inside to get his keys and wallet and was then in the Mustang with the gas can.

As he pumped gas into both the car and the gas can a woman in an older Mazda Miata gave him the once-over. He wanted to believe she liked what she saw, but in reality he figured she was looking in disgust at his holey shirt and stained shorts.

When the gas hose clicked indicating the car was full he returned the nozzle to the pump and entered the store to get a few bottles of Gatorade. The woman from the nearby pump was finishing her transaction as Barry put the drinks down and reached for his wallet.

As she turned he saw that the top two or three buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned and he got a prolonged glimpse of her lacy bra that covered a wonderful looking chest. What really struck him was her smell. Whatever it was, shampoo or perfume, she smelled heavenly. His eyes lingered on her ass as she sashayed out the door and headed to her car.

The clerk watched him watching her and when Barry turned to pay for his drinks he laughed at Barry and gave him a warning.

“Her name’s Heather, and she’s a real looker, but be careful, her husband is a cop. And a jealous one at that.”

“Doesn’t hurt to enjoy the show,” Barry responded.

“As long as he doesn’t see you. Couple weeks ago the two were in here before going to work. Her in the Miata and him in his police cruiser. Guy same as you gave her the once-over as she walked to the car. Husband waited for him to leave and then pulled him over within a block and gave him shit about a bunch of nonsense offenses.”

“Are you serious? Guy like that is so jealous that he harasses someone on a once-over? Wonder what would he do if he actually found her in bed with someone?

The clerk bagged the Gatorades and said, “Hate to find out because it wouldn’t be pretty.”

Taking the bag and telling the clerk to have a good one Barry returns to his car and heads home to continue with the outdoor tasks on his to-do list before it got any hotter.

It took Barry the next several hours to cut the grass, skim the pool and check the chemical levels, and power wash two stains off the garage door that he suspected were due to an egging on the wrong house. When done he stripped off all his clothes in the garage and stepped into the house, dropping everything in front of the washer and dryer. His indoor to-do list included doing laundry so he’d get to those later.

He went directly to the master bedroom and started the shower. He got in before he saw any steam, enjoying the cool water as it rinsed away the grime from the yard work.

When he started to soap himself he thought of the previous night. Tammy had gotten home at 10:00 just as he was getting ready for bed. As she started unbuttoning her blouse he approached her to help, rubbing his hardening member against her backside. He muzzled his face into her hair and started to go for a kiss on her ear when she suddenly pulled away from his attentions.

“Sorry, not tonight. I’m exhausted and I have to be back tomorrow morning at six.”

Peeved, and with a case of blue-balls, but not surprised, Barry just nodded his head and climbed into his side of the bed.

The memory did bring some life into his cock. He put the soap aside and reached for his growing member with one had as the other cupped his soapy balls. His efforts were rewarded with a stiff dick and a growing sensation in his loins.

As he approached climax he suddenly had a vision in his mind. It was a petite woman with b-cup boobs wearing nothing but green panties. She was beckoning him to come to her and shoot his load on her tits.

The thought pushed him over the edge and he shot one stream after another onto the door of the shower stall, leaving thick tracks of cum slowly dripping down the glass.

After meeting SZ he decided that he would not log onto the friend site and again and would not chat with her a second time. Now, after fantasizing about her in the shower, he knew that no matter how much his brain said he wouldn’t do it, his little head would override his common sense and he would be sitting at his computer at 9:30 Tuesday night.

On Monday morning Barry received an email from his boss that there would be a federal audit on Friday focusing on the the help and training portion of their web-based flagship product. In so many words he was told that as the team’s best coder he would need to review the preliminary report and outline the points of failure. As he reviewed the code where failures could occur, he was to fix any problems he could address in less than twenty minutes. If it would take longer he was to document the problem and provide a direction for a solution. His boss would give those assignments to junior programmers. This was “all hands on deck” for the rest of the week.

The bad news was that it was mind-numbing work. The good news was that it forced Barry to be fully engaged in the task which kept his mind off of anticipating a chat with SZ the next night.

At 7:00 PM Barry heard the front door open.

Tammy calls out, “Barry? Where are you?”

“I’m in my office,” he shouts back.

Tammy appears in the doorway with a large handful of documents and a bulging briefcase slung over her shoulder.

“You still working?” she asks.

“Damn federal audit got sprung on us for Friday. We’ve got to get all kinds of shit cleaned up beforehand or we may face serious fines. What about you? Looks like you’re just moving from the work office to the home office?”

Tammy nods, “Yeah. Jackie and Zak are about burned out. I gave them the night off, but I’ll need to review these so I can divvy them out between the two of them tomorrow morning.”

At midnight Tammy again appears in the doorway. “Still going at it?”

“Fucking intermittent bug,” sighs Barry. “Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. No need for me to write this one up because it would come back to me tomorrow.”

Tammy steps into the office and gives Barry a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t stay up too late. I’m going to bed since I need to be in the office at seven.”

Barry distractedly nods his understanding and continues to stare at the code on his monitor. It takes almost three hours for Barry to find and fix the intermittent bug which means it is almost 3:00 AM before he collapses onto his side of the bed.

At 9:00 Barry’s phone alarm chirps. He groggily reaches for it and silences the unwanted intrusion. Wearing the same clothes from Monday Barry works his way into the kitchen. He sees the same note from the previous day: “Headed to office. Back late. Love you.” But now the words “Tuesday, 6:30” have been added with an arrow pointing to the text.

Barry goes through the familiar motions of preparing coffee. When he clicks on the coffeemaker he returns to the bedroom to lose his current boxers and t-shirt for a clean set, takes his phone, and returns to the kitchen as the coffee finishes brewing into the thermos carafe. Barry takes a coffee cup and the carafe and plods his way into his office.

The first email in his inbox is from his boss, “Call me. ASAP.”

“Uh, oh,” Barry thinks, this cannot be good.

Barry dons his headset and clicks on the icon to call his boss. She picks up on the first ring.