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From: otzchiim@aol.com (Otzchiim)
Subject: {ASSM} Harmonic Convergence (MF, cons, rom)
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Date: Sun,  1 Feb 2004 09:10:14 -0500
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Otzchiim@aol.com.  Codes are: MF, cans, rom

   HARMONIC CONVERGENCE

   Allan Heatherton had talked to Mary Trent, certainly, and he found that
he liked doing so - as she evidently liked talking to him.  They had run on
together a few months before, after helping a friend set up a party.  Both
had shown up early to help, and found that things went so well that they
had a good half-hour left, more or less alone, before others showed up.

   And at another party, he went out on the unheated porch to get a can of
soda and found her there, and when he reached around her, Mary
half-seriously backed into his arms and they kissed for a moment.  She
softly said, "Now you could certainly keep someone warm at night," but she
pulled away laughing when he tried to put an arm around her.  When she had
a party herself, though, he was feeling sick; and when there was one at the
house he shared with two other men he was out of town and only got home in
time to see her leave.

   When she moved from an apartment into a house where she was going to
live with another young woman, he helped her but could not stay around much
afterward.  She seemed nice, and looked good, but since he knew that she
was just coming off the breakup of a long relationship, he thought it
better not to get too serious with her.  Besides, she lived an hour away.

   Which was no barrier to Kathy Lydick asking him to get a 16mm movie
print from his local library for a party she was holding on a Saturday.  He
could do that easily enough and deliver it, but then he had to miss the
party because of a family thing.  When he knocked on Kathy's door at noon
on Sunday, there was no answer.

   He reflected.  Kathy lived only a few blocks from the house that Mary
Trent shared with Elaine Cunningham.  Maybe Kathy was down there.

   Allan found a pay telephone and - rather more difficult - found the slip
with the telephone number of Mary's new home.  Mary answered.

   "Hello?"

   "Hello.  This is Allan Heatherton.  I was trying to get back from Kathy
Lydick the movie that I got hold of for her party, but there was no answer
when I knocked.  Would you have any iodea where she might be?"

   "No, not really." A quick conversation over her shoulder.  "Elaine says
that Kathy said she was going to spend today with her parents."

   "Um.  I guess there is no real hope then.  I'll just have to go home and
call her once in a while and then drive back over when I get an answer.  I
really would like to be able to drop off the movie from work at lunch
tomorrow, or the library will charge me."

   "Oh.  Well, you are certainly welcome to come over here and spend some
time.  You can at least save the two hours of driving back and forth."

   "I thank you for the offer, but I had better pass on it.  I'm not in
very attractive shape for socializing."

   "I don't understand."

   "Oh, well, I spent last night on a couch at my sister's, so I still have
yesterday's clothes on.  Some wine got spilled on my shirt last night.  And
I really could use a shower, since the wine got on me too, though I tried
to wash off.  For the ten seconds of collecting the movie before going
home, I didn't think it would matter, but it would be impolite to spend the
day with you like that."

   "That doesn't matter.  The Sunday paper doesn't have much in it that's
interesting; I've finished it already.  If you don't come over I'll just
read a book, or more likely watch television, and I'd much rather talk to
you than watch television.  Or read nearly any book, really."

   "You have made a very tempting offer."

   "Good!  You are just the sort that I like to tempt!  I'll see if I can
do something for the shirt, too."

   "My sister did that already.  The stain is gone, there's just a smell.
I'll see you soon, then."

   The door was opened, and he was greeted by Mary Trent, wearing a
paisley-patterned cotton shift, bunny slippers, and, five and a half feet
in the other direction, blur eyes and reddish-blond hair.  Also a charming
smile.

   He smiled back at her, smiled and nodded to Elaine, and settled down to
talk and wait.  Elaine disappeared soon to go upstairs and type, and Allan
found himself chatting more cozily than he had expected by a considerable
margin.

   Mary looked at his shirt and said, "There's at least one spot that your
sister missed." She led him by the hand up to her bedroom, where she handed
him a bathrobe and told him to take off the shirt.

   "I wouldn't mind having you running around half-naked myself, but it
might scandalize Elaine," - there was a snort from the next room -"and I
don't trust the neighbors not to spy on us."

   So they stood for a while and talked in the basement while his shirt was
washed, and sat again while it dried.

   He called Kathy every couple of hours, but there was never an answer.

   The evening arrived, and Mary, with Elaine reinforcing, told Allan that
he was staying for dinner.  He tried to protest, and worked a compromise
where he walked with Mary to a local grocery and paid for a few things they
might need, then washing dishes afterward.

   The conversation got more personal, and both began talking about their
past relationships (though in general terms) and present ones (none in both
cases), what they would want in that direction, and...

   At fifteen of ten in the evening, Kathy's phone answered.  "Oh, Charley
Kandel took the movie with him when he left." Charley was one of the other
two men in Allan's house.

   "I certainly could not say that this day has been wasted, Mary," he said
to her, "since I spent it with you, but there is no reason to stay around
here any more.  So I will say good night to you and Elaine and go."

   "I tempted you into coming here," Mary looked up at him and said.  "I
would like to tempt you to stay.  That would be a VERY good night for me."

   Allan was startled at this, if not stunned.

   "For one thing, I can give you the shower you wanted.  In fact, I want
to join you in it."

   "It won't upset Elaine?"

   "Certainly not.  She has done the same, and I talked to her about this
when we made dinner.  She thinks you would be good for me."

   They went to her bedroom again, and this time he had nothing under the
bathrobe.  Mary shrugged into a smaller robe, which brought up the question
of whom the original one had been bought for - but Allan was certainly not
going to ask, or dwell on it.  Quite enough had been brought up by seeing
her strip to get into it, and he felt a bit embarrassed by that.  Mary, on
the other hand, smiled at it.

   The pair went to the bathroom together and began running the shower.  As
he turned to her, both nude, he said, "This is probably the wrong time to
mention this to you-"

   "Yes?"

   "Well, I didn't bring a condom."

   "I did not expect that you would carry one on you when you visit your
sister."

   "True.  But-"

   "You don't seem the sort to have a venereal disease, at least not an
untreated one."

   "No, no, I don't, but-"

   "From what you said earlier, you would not have caught one recently
enough not to know about it yet."

   "That's certainly true.  But-"

   "And I've been on birth-control pills for years.  You don't think I'm
dumb enough to not think about this in advance, do you?"

   "Certainly not."

   "Then quit worrying.  The shower is ready."

   So he quit worrying.  Mary looked even better with careful study than
she had in a quick glimpse while she put on her bathrobe.  And as for how
she felt...  They got quite thoroughly clean, with the amount of time they
spent in soaping each other, and rinsing, and touching.

   His fingers found it very easy to make her wet quite independently of
the shower, and hers were very skilful at maintaining his interest.  When
he held her to him and she stood a little on her toes, things got a little
too good for them to stand easily, and they had to ease off, or they would
not want to stand if it got any better.

   As they dried off, they cooled off, which was probably a good thing. 
When the two put away their bathrobes, Allan realized for the first time
that this was not an ordinary bed, but a waterbed.  Well, he reflected this
might be the chance to find out if they were any better than the usual kind
- but for a fair comparison, he should use the other sort for this with
Mary Trent sometime which he had not given much thought to before today.

   Mary explained when she saw his reaction to seeing the bed shimmer at
his weight that she had injured her back a couple of years ago and found
that a waterbed was easier to sleep on, and never went back.  And besides,
she said with a grin, things DID go better with it.

   Allan got on the far side, by the window, since Mary was much more
likely to need to get up during the night.  They lay together nude under
the covers and put their arms around each other.  Both were suddenly a bit
hesitant when it came down to, well, things.  But soon they kissed.

   That soon led to gently roving hands, which found many interesting
things.  Their mouths opened, and it was not long before, on his part, it
was long again, and more than one part of her was excited and sensitive.

   He bent over her and moved his lips and tongue over her rigid nipples
while his hand spread her open below, splaying his fingers until it was
almost painful for her, building her up and up.

   "Any time you want," Mary whispered.  "I have wanted you for a while,
but more and more as this day had gone on.  You are kind and gentle and
intelligent, and I am sure that you will know just what to do to make me
very happy."

   "That is what I want to do," he replied.

   He swung his body over hers, and with a little adjustment they made the
best sort of contact in exactly the right place.  Mary drew in her breath
in a gasp of pleasure as Allan drew into her, and they began a slow eternal
dance, which he prolonged as much as he could.  But after a time the
movements became more rapid, and finally urgent, until he exploded inside
her, as deep inside her as she could ever imagine, it seemed.

   "I am glad that I got to know you socially, but I sort of wish I had
gotten to know you biblically before this," she whispered to him afterward.
"I will have to say that there is more to you than I expected, though."

   "I hope you are not saying that I am too big for you."

   "No, no, not really.  I will say that you have about as much as I could
want there.  But what I mean if that you are more generous than I would
have thought."

   "I don't -"

   "I'm leaking, silly!  I'll be back in a minute!"

   And when she was, they slept very peacefully, wrapped in each other.

   Allen left her early in the morning, went by home last enough to change,
shaved at work, and was unusually cheerful all day.  And after a telephone
conversation that night.  And, after a dozen more weekends, permanently,
with a ceremony to follow.  

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