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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.

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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.