Theresa stood in the doorway of his office cube, running her fingers through her hair and tilting her head sideways as she spoke. Dale only half listened to her conversation as his eyes drifted from her face to her bust. They lingered there before returning his gaze back to her face. She responded by thrusting her chest out further. He wasn't ashamed to show his attraction for her. He knew she liked it.
The blouse she wore fit her slim figure well, but it wasn't designed to hold her large breasts. None of her blouses were. The buttons strained and the fabric stretched just enough so you could see a faint glimpse of a beige bra between the button holes.
She shifted her weight to her other leg and stuck her hip out. "Are you doing anything for lunch today?"
"What?" The question caught him off guard. Theresa was one of the regular office flirts, but things never went any further than that.
"Lunch--you know, food?"
"Ah, sure. Yeah, I don't have any plans. What do you have in mind?"
"I wanted to check out a new place that just opened downtown. It's only about ten minutes from here. I can drive." She flashed a movie-star grin. "I can show you my new wheels."
In the past few weeks she mentioned several times that she'd like to show him her new SUV, but lunch?
"When do you want to go?" he asked.
"I'll stop by to get you around 11:30."
"Great. Seeya then!"
"Bye."
Her body turned but her head remained facing him as she smiled, then snapped her head around and walked away. He watched her cute little ass move back and forth as she floated down the aisle of cubes and disappeared around the corner.
He sat for a moment, picturing her breasts before him as if she still stood there. Envisioning himself reaching up and pressing his hand against the soft flesh, he could almost feel the weight of her magnificent gland in his hand. His penis lurched.
Easy, boy. Remember where you are.
It couldn't possibly mean anything. As a married woman, Theresa was nothing more than a shameless flirt. They had become closer since Melody left him, but Theresa played the role of a sympathetic friend more than anything else. She probably just wanted to show off her new SUV.
Why else would anyone buy one of those things?
He turned back to his keyboard and tried to concentrate on his work.
The morning dragged on forever, but lunch time finally arrived and Dale found himself sitting across from Theresa at a small table in a dimly lit restaurant.
"This is pretty nice," he said, looking around the place. "Where did you hear about it?"
"I saw an ad for it in City Newspaper. It looked kind of interesting, and I've been meaning to check it out," she answered.
Their eyes met. She laughed and looked down.
Fearing they had run out of conversation, his mind raced to think of something to say, but all he could think about was how beautiful she looked.
She sipped her glass of water. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something."
"Oh?" He rested in chin on his hands. "What's up?"
"Well ...." She hesitated, drinking more water. "I'm, I mean--we're--trying to get pregnant," she announced.
Oh, so that's it.
He knew there had to be some stupid girl reason she wanted to have lunch with him. Wasn't that always the case? This happened too many times in the past. Girls loved to talk with him, but it always ended at that. In the past, talks like these usually ended with himself alone at the end of the night with his dick in his hand. He felt stupid for thinking it could have been anything different.
"Oh. That's great. Congratulations." He tried to sound genuine.
"Thanks." She smiled, but her eyes started to well with tears. She inhaled deeply and stared up at the ceiling, covering her mouth.
"Hey, it's alright." Looking around frantically for a napkin, he remembered the one on his lap.
Shit, don't start crying on me.
He held the cloth out to her.
As if reading his thoughts, she turned off the waterworks.
"I'm sorry." She choked, taking the napkin. "I get way too emotional. My mother always joked that if I encountered any real tragedy in life, my head would explode." She laughed, dabbed her eyes with the napkin, and sniffed.
"So what is wrong?" he asked, this time actually sounding genuine.
"Well, we've been trying for about a year now with no results." She blew her nose.
"Have you seen a doctor?" He didn't know what else to say. "They have all sorts of fertility treatments these days. Heck, they usually work out too well and you end up having twins."
"Believe me, I'm not the problem. My doctor says there's absolutely nothing wrong with my organs. I'm as fertile as the Tennessee Valley." She glanced down. "John's the problem."
"Well, they have all that stuff for men, too." He flashed a toothy grin. "They've got male fertility drugs, don't they?"
Did they?
He didn't really know.
"The problem is," she sniffed, "John's too proud to consider the fact that he may be the problem. He comes from a family of five, and his older brothers all had kids without any problems. It was like ... instant with them. He's too damn macho to go to the doctor."
Dale didn't know how to reply to that. The guy sounded like a real asshole. He wasn't surprised. Pretty girls like Theresa always ended up with an asshole.
"The thing is," she continued, "I really want to have a kid, and I've tried everything, but I just can't convince the dumb ox that I'm not the problem. Every time I bring it up, he says we'll just have to keep trying and eventually it will happen, like its God's will or something. I refuse to wait around my whole life depending on fate. I don't want to wake up as an old hag one day thinking that I didn't do anything about it, you know?"
"That sounds like a tough situation to be in. Have you considered counseling?"
"No, he thinks counseling is just new-age bullshit for wimps. He would never get involved in anything like that and would go berserk if he found out I had anything to do with it." She paused, then took a deep breath. "There is something, though, that I was thinking about."
She drank from her water glass again, this time taking a deep gulp. Her hand shook slightly as she set the glass down. "I wanted to ask you something." Pausing, she looked into her lap. "It's really hard for me, I mean, it's really difficult. I don't want you to get the wrong impression or anything." She took another drink. "Wow, I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Okay," she continued. "You have to promise me...."
"I promise." Dale made a cross over his heart.
"You have to promise me that you'll never tell anyone about what I'm about to ask." Her face took on a serious expression. "And, if you don't want anything to do with it, please pretend that I never said anything. Deal?"
"Yeah, okay. I promise." He leaned forward.
"Okay," She looked around the room as if someone might be listening. "Well, I really like you Dale, and I think you're really cute."
