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Sarah was already at our reserved table, we were the first there. I looked at my watch, 7:50.
"Morning Morris. Enjoy yourself last night?" She smiled brightly.
My eyes must have bugged out, since she laughed.
"It's alright, Morris. This whole conference has been a long slog. Or maybe snog? You reserve the right to enjoy yourself every once in awhile."
The normal analytically trained gyroscope that had guided my academic career, my whole life really, had been given a series of nudges that had sent it off kilter this weekend.
Sarah surely, being young and worldly, had picked up all the signs. Clare's clothing color choices, the symbolic earrings, the gleam of improbable attraction beyond my awareness. No doubt scoped out the whole business two football fields ahead of me.
"They'd asked me to stay too. I have to say I was tempted, Morris." She put a hand on my left forearm.
"But it would have been a bit awkward."
"More for you than me, but I thought it best all around to decline."
She was looking at me closely. I am sure my face flushed.
"Why Morris. Just look at you! Your face is beet red. I am forgetting my Galenic terminology, sanguine is it?"
I sat there like a sheep staring at a gate. It could have been three women and me in bed. Thoughts from a thousand directions collided in my brain.
Suddenly Sarah stood up.
"Helena! Good to see you. We'll have much to discuss for San Diego. I already cannot wait!"
I stumbled up, took Helena's hand and issued a confused good morning.
"Splendid conference Morris, you are to be congratulated. Like you said on Friday, intellectual circulation is the highest of virtues. May the conference capillaries always remain open..." I winced at this, since Harvey had never quite gotten to capillaries, only just managed to deduce that arterial blood turned into venous blood somehow. "And the life-blood of intellectual debate universally enriched!" At least she got that part right.
I managed to gather thoughts well enough to make it through the breakfast meeting and to the end. As I wound up my remarks just before handing the lectern over to Helena before lunch, I spied Rita and Clare over by the room exit. Clare gave me a look I shall not forget, and ran her tongue along first her upper lip and then lower. A quiver rippled through my whole body but I kept my words from wavering. By the time I sat down to hear Helena set the stage for the next conference, they were gone.
- COMMENTS
avp921174 months agoI've never had to look up so many words before while reading a Literotica story. Lots of detail in this story, I'm thinking the author has an academic background.
I loved the unexpected tryst.
nycreader11 months agoThanks for this story (for the kindness and acceptance between the main characters of the story) .
(Although I think that there were probably many more middle-aged persons named "Morris Finkelstein" in the US population 2 generations ago than there are now (I had 2 (Jewish American) great-uncles-by-marriage named Morris, but they were born over a century ago: they were of my grandparents' generation, and I'm past 60 now, myself. )
Ethan/"nycreader".
Drizdart11 months agoAs an escapee from academia, I enjoyed the story a great deal. It reminded me of several reasons I never really "fit" into the intellectual life of the various humanities departments.
Introduction of a person in a chair is handled really well. The caution about crip sex is an excellent message. Only "clinker" I got was the unexplained "T-12 vertebra break" -- most of us in the temporarily able bodied population don't know the consequences of T12 injuries.
Thanks for bringing a different sort of person into a Lit story.
lexlogan811 months agoLoved it. No one else so far has commented directly on the 'crip' elements. I've certainly had the experience of wondering whether I should offer assistance to someone in a wheelchair; I usually hold off until it appears they are struggling. I can see myself in Morris's shoes, eager to give and receive whatever pleasure an attractive woman is capable of.
