I had just finished making this tiny little circuit, nothing special by Helion standards now, but back then it was everything to me. It was a small table-top robot, barely larger than my hand, andit could pick up a berry from one end of the counter and move it to the other. We were still dating. That memory comes back so vividly I can almost smell the solder.
Gabby had walked into the kitchen, wide-eyed, watching the little machine wobble along with its berry.
“How do youdothat?” she asked, her voice full of amazement.
I lit up instantly and started explaining how I programmed the microcontroller, how the servos responded to the input voltage, how I calibrated the grip strength so the berry didn’t get crushed, how I mapped the surface with a primitive distance sensor. Just rambling excitedly, waving my hands, showing her every tiny part.
Then I realized she was staring at mecompletelylost.
“You don't get a word I'm saying, do you?” I said.
“Everything that you're saying to me sounds like gibberish,” she said back, and then she laughed… this… sweet warm laugh… and threw her arms around me, kissing me right on the mouth.
I can almost feel her hand on my cheek again when she grabbed my face gently, made me look at her, and said:
“You have the mostbeautifulmind I'veeverseen. Being with you is like a piece of heaven. I might not understand everything you say, but I'm grateful to share it with you. And… I'm so… so proud of you. You're going to be abadassinventor or something one day.”
She had smiled at me like I hung the moon.
And the look in her eyes every time I talked about something technical made me feel like some outer-space alien or a god to her, something she didn’t understand but could glorify.
Iloved it.
But then, when I had to work with Sarah and the others at Helion… people whodidn’tstare at me blankly, who actually spoke the language I spoke, who could meet me thought-for-thought and concept-for-concept, it felt likeIhad found my tribe.
Found my calling.
My words weren’t wasted on them, because they understood every single one.
And then Sarah came. I’d never seen a woman that beautiful, with lips like hers, speak the way she does about tech. Maybe it’s sexist on my part, but that’s the experience I had. Most women I met were like Gabby, especially if they were pretty like Gabby.
It is what it is.
Most women don’t go into tech fields, and even if they do, they don’t usually end up in the same upper levels as the people at Helion. And if theydo, they’re usually not the ones who look like they could be on the cover of a magazine.
So for me, Sarah was an anomaly.
Exotic.
And that turned me on, especially when I realized that woman was interested in me. As much as I was trying to be faithful, and even though I knew it was wrong, I started justifying little touches here and there even after I said the boundaries.
The thing is I didn’t even say anything to Gabby about Sarah liking me. Not like that. It was when Gabby made it plain that I was talking about Sarah a lot.
Sarah this.
Sarah that.
I hadn’t realized at the time that I was doing it, but because I worked with Sarah all the time and I was quite amazed by her, naturally she came out in my speech.
Gabby called me out on it. Called me out on things that I mentioned Sarah doing for me or saying to me. She was actually the one who let me know that Sarah had a crush on me.
Assoonas my wife put that in my head, and I knew it was possible that this woman might actually like me, everything changed.
It’s not Gabby’s fault. Because I already started having those weird feelings. That flutter in my chest whenever Sarah would show up. I tried to hide it. That little flicker of horniness. That tiny increase in blood flow in my cock whenever Sarah was around, always wearing those form-fitting clothes that showed every curve of her body.
That one time she wore a short shirt and leggings to work and I could see the print of her tiny pussy through it… Christ. Howhard it was to focus on my job after that. I gulp remembering all the times I had to go to the bathroom at work to get one off just so I could focus.
And then what made it worse is that even though I made love to my wife at home, merely half an hour to an hour later I would steal away to the bathroom or something just to cum in two minutes thinking about Sarah.
