The Errand

Last year, I would have said I'm a normal person. I was 27, living in San Francisco, and working as a lawyer. Perhaps that's not the average American life, but it was normal, and average and normal are two different things. This year, events have taken me down a strange and unexpected path.

Not too long ago, it was a Friday after work, and my coworker Heather and I had to stop by my place in the Inner Sunset to pick up a couple of disks of data that she needed to look at over the weekend.

Heather was an intern working at our offices for the summer, and she was smart and confident, and just happened to be beautiful as well. We should all be professional, I know, but I and every other male in the office couldn't help noticing her looks. She had long flowing brown hair, large, intelligent, eyes, and a body that was both slim

and surprisingly curvy in places.

But hints of curves were all we got; she dressed very conservatively. Every day she was in a long skirt and a loose-fitting plain blouse. But that plain blouse would occasionally hint at breasts that were obviously and awesomely large. I have thought of asking her out, but she seemed uninterested in me, or for that matter anyone else.

We arrived at my place, and I must say I was a bit excited to have her over. There was no chance of anything happening, because we were just on a short errand, but my mind enjoyed wandering and thinking of the possibilities. We walked upstairs and I started looking for the disks we were picking up.

"Hey, Heather, make yourself at home. I just need a minute to look through this pile".

"Okay, no problem. Hey, do you mind if I check something online?", she asked. I told her to go ahead, and she sat down near me at my computer desk, pulled up my browser and started typing and clicking.

A minute later, I found the disks, and went over to Heather to see what she was doing, and froze. She had pulled up a porn site I frequent. And not just any porn site, this one was an embarassing one. It seems like everyone has some little fetish, some unusual thing that turns them on. I like all the normal porn, and of course all the normal sex, but I have recently gotten into futanaris. Dick-girls. I don't know why, but I like it. Heather wasn't facing me, but I could see that she was also frozen. A drawing of a beautiful girl, dressed in a red silk gown, open in the front and revealing a massive, inhumanly large, hard cock filled the screen. It's the same image I had looked at yesterday, and particularly liked.

I was frozen, but my heart had started to race.

"Heather, yikes, I'm so sorry you had to see that." I had no idea what to say.

She turned around, and where I had expected to see her angry, she had a look I couldn't even interpret. "You like this kind of thing? I'm surprised."

"Uh, well, I was just looking around at all sorts of things," I lied, "I'm not really into it. You know how it is".