"It's not here!" she called, still searching.
"Oh, wait, did I say top drawer? I think it's in the bottom drawer," he called back. Finally, there it was, behind the aloe vera gel and under an old, worn copy of Parabola.
"David?" She stood at the doorway, tube in hand, surprised at the empty futon.
"Up here!"
She glanced toward the ceiling. The loft. They didn't go up there much. The loft had 12 foot ceilings, but there wasn't a lot of room between ceiling and the bed. Whoever had built it liked close quarters, or had needed the space underneath. She walked to the loft and stopped, puzzled, where the ladder should be.
David peeked over the edge, still smiling that funny secret smile. "Coming up?"
"Yeah, where's the ladder?" She waved the K-Y at him. He grinned.
"Mmmm god baby, I need that." He rolled out a little so she could see him, holding his hard cock. She watched him for a moment, all hungry eyes. She could hear it, the sweet sound of skin on skin.
"Well then here…" She tossed it up, a good throw, and it landed on the other side of him. "Now put the ladder down."
"Well…" David propped himself on his elbow, grinning. "Just one more thing." She shook her head, rolling her eyes.
"Now what? Do you want me to get handcuffs, a blindfold, maybe some whipped cream? You've clearly got something planned!" She stood with her hands on her hips.
"If I ask you to, you'll really get it?" he asked. She nodded, growing exasperated. "Ok, in my desk over there, get a piece of paper, a pencil, the calculator and the measuring tape. Top drawer."
"Are you sure it's the top drawer?" she asked, doing what he asked, finding them.
"Ok…now comes the hard part," he admitted, still grinning. "See the X on the floor under you?" She stepped back, noticing for the first time a masking taped X on the carpet. The roll of masking tape was sitting on the floor. "That's the point where the ladder meets the floor. It's four feet out from the loft base, and the loft is 9 feet high. Tell me how long the ladder has to be for you to get up here."