The Convention

[MoreEdgarGerafalo]

Abel was 32 years old and just starting out as a a college professor. This was his first academic convention. Touching down at Dulles in Washington D.C. he marveled at the nations capital having never strayed far from the small New England college town he worked in and lived all his life.

Checking into his room at the hotel he changed into his convention attire. His mind wandered to Abbey, his ex-girlfriend. It had been about two weeks ago that she had told him they were through. She had conveniently waited for just after a great marathon sex session to dump him. that wa sthe last time he had touched a women.

In his business suit, cheap but well shined loafers, and steel grey tie with muted purple streaks, he entered the main hall. He was rather handsome with short brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a hint of neatly trimmed goatee.

He found his name tag on the large oak table covered in a white lace table cloth and his large, soft, long fingered hands pin it to his lapel. Prof. Abel McPherson then took deep breath and pulled on the gold handle to the large door in front of him.

 

[rvplymates]

This was Professor Maryanne Perkins first academic convention and she was not happy to be there. She had been delegated the honor as she was low woman on the pecking order as a newly tenured Professor. She was a pretty woman who did everything in her power not to attract attention to herself. Her very long, thick, wavy, blond hair was held captive in a french twist. The severity of the style did nothing to detract from her beautiful face and big crystal blue eyes. Her tailored blue suit was loose in an attempt to hide her shapely body and large bosom. She wasn't exactly afraid of men but she shunned their company and engrossed herself with work.

She was thirty years old, 5' 4"; her old fashioned navy shows brought her up to an impressive height of 5' 6". She sat reading her program getting ready for an academic day when someone sat in the chair next to her. She looked up from her program and found a pair of piercing blue eyes looking into her eyes. The contact lasted a bit too long for her comfort zone and she broke it by smiling at the man and saying, "Good Day," before looking back down at her program. She surprised herself by thinking he was a very handsome man.

 

[MoreEdgarGerafalo]

Able sat down in the nearest chair. He was a bit intimidated that the seat in question was directly next to a stunning woman. Perhaps he stared into her intoxicating eyes for a hair too long as she greeted him somewhat curtly. He held out his hand as he glanced at her name tag, trying not to let his gaze linger. (If she was potentially offended by a prolonged glance at her eyes what would she think if his eyes locked on her chest?) "Hello, my name if Professor Able McPherson. Professor Perkins is it? May I call you Maryanne? If you don't mind me sawing so you look like a pro at this sort of thing. This is my first convention, I must seem a bit of a wreck.

 

[rvplymates]

Maryanne was a bit surprised as she saw his hand offered to her and his deep voice saying hello to her. She was flustered as he introduced himself but she managed to place her hand into his. It shook her as he called her Professor Perkins and asked if he could call her Maryanne. A nervous laugh slipped out of her lips as he told her she looked like a pro at this kind of thing.

“Oh no, this is my first time at this sort of thing, too. I really didn’t want to come but I am a new tenured Professor and well I was kind of forced to do this.” It took her a few minutes to realize he was still holding her hand and she didn’t know what to do about it as his piercing blue eyes held hers.

 

[MoreEdgarGerafalo]

Able held Professor Perkin's soft hand far to long. He hadn't even had this type of casual contact with a woman in too long. He began to absentmindedly rub the back of her hand with his thumb. Suddenly coming out of his part fog, part revery, he excused himself.

"Oh, sorry!" he said in a flustered tone. He busied his pesky, suddenly unreliable gaze to his pamphlet.

He desperately hoped he hadn't just completely alienated this beautiful woman. If nothing else he could use an ally in getting through this dreadful conference.

 

[rvplymates]

Maryanne felt a strange feeling in her tummy as Able looked into her eyes and rubbed the back of her hand. When he released her hand and apologized and looked to his own things she blushed and looked down at her program again feeling flustered.

She scolded herself for acting like a silly schoolgirl on her first date and stole little glimpses at Able, as he got busy with his papers. She was about to say something but thought better of it as a man stepped to the podium and began to speak.

She raised her face in that direction but did not hear a thing that he was saying as she tried to get control of herself. After awhile she was able to concentrate on the speaker and listened with some interest.

When he told the audience it was time to break for lunch and a repast had been set out for them in the blue room she turned her face and saw Abel looking at her. “He is a good speaker isn’t he,” she said with a lovely smile on her face. She had decided to threat Abel like an associate so she would not be so nervous with him.

 

[MoreEdgarGerafalo]

Able did his best to concentrate on the speaker but he couldn't help but imagine what Maryanne's honey hair would look live freed from that french twist.

During lunch when she sought him out he was infinitely releaved. "You literally groped this gorgeous woman's hand and she doesn't think your soem kind of pervert." he though to himself.

"Yes, he was quite the speaker." he replied when she asked him about the first presenter. He dared add, "I hope your going to deliver speech, you have a lovely voice!"

He was still struggling not to stare at the stunning lady before him and suddenly the bitter thoughts of his ex Abbey seemed finally to almost vanish.

 

[rvplymates]

Maryanne nodded her head as he agreed with her about the speaker. She was a bit taken back when he said he hoped she would deliver a speech. A blush touched her cheeks as he told her she had a lovely voice.

“No, I wouldn’t know what to say at a conference like this. Shall we get something to eat and have lunch together?”

She moved gracefully to the table and took a tray and studied the food as if she never saw it before. She made her choices and sat down at the nearest table trying to get control of herself as Able sat down with her. She looked into his intense eyes for a moment before looking at her food. She didn’t know what to say as he had proven to her he was not at all like an associate.

She was on unknown ground now as she nibbled on her food leaving the door open for Able to lead the conversation while she calmed herself down.

 

[MoreEdgarGerafalo]

Able realized he was delighted that Maryanne asked him to sit with him at lunch. "What is this high school?" he asked himself. They both gathered their food and sat across from each other.

Able took a bite of his caesar salad. "This is really good! Would you like to try some Maryanne?" he said. Then impulsively added, "You know, the caesar salad was created as a romantic meal to be shard by a couple."

He was certain he had finally stuck his foot firmly in his mouth.

 

[rvplymates]

Maryanne smiled at Able over her tuna salad sandwich before she took a bite. It was good she decided. She looked at Able her innocent crystal blue eyes intent on his story about how the Caesar salad was created. She did want to taste it even though they were not in a romantic situation. “Yes, I would like to taste it.” She looked on the table for another fork and than when she looked back at him; he had his fork close to her lips.

For once she did not get embarrassed but opened her mouth for him as he slowly slid the fork into her mouth and retracted it. She chewed it and her eyes lit up as she exclaimed. “It is really good, I have never tried it before because I was afraid I would not like it. Now I know what to get when I go to a restaurant again. Thank you Able.” She smiled at him as she picked up her glass of water.

 

[MoreEdgarGerafalo]

Able watched Maryanne part her moist, pink lips to receive his fork. Feeding this woman so soon after meeting her was such an intimate act. He wondered why she was being so coy, then in an instant wondered why he was wondering. "Surely this is just an innocent lunch between newly discovered colleagues?" he thought.

His head began to swim as he watched those soft, full lips close and her intoxicating eyes shine with delight over the offered bit of salad. He leaned slightly forward, then thought better of it.

A moderate tension filled pause sent in his mind churning as he reached for the back or Maryanne's head. His long fingers twined into her honey hair in its french twist.

"Excuse me Maryanne, but I HAVE to see what your hair looks like down." He smiled, surprising her as she sipped her water.

He was sure he had crossed the line but my now his humming mind, full of thoughts growing wickeder and wickeder, didn't care.

He wiped a speck of salad dressing off those inviting lips and whispered, "Hush."

 

[rvplymates]

"Excuse me Maryanne, but I HAVE to see what your hair looks like down."

I was shocked as I felt your hand at the back of my head. You had moved so quickly that all that had transpired so far had seemed like a blur. I felt your experienced fingers move over my French twist as if you had made this move on me before. I could feel your fingers remove the pins that held my twist in place and I know soon my hair would cascade down my back and reach the soft curve of my rear end. This all seemed too intimate, too invading to be really happening to me. I passed my tongue over my bottom lip, my mouth felt dry and then it happened, my long, wavy hair fell softly down framing my face softly and covering my back.

I was having trouble breathing as I looked into your eyes. I could see the surrounding tables; the other Professors had not noticed what had happened and I didn’t want to make a scene.

“I think lunch is over,” she could feel his hand stroking her hair as he continued to hold the back of her head. “If you will excuse me I will go to my room.”

She paled has she noticed his smile and shuddered as he whispered, "Hush."

 

[MoreEdgarGerafalo]

Able notice her demure. “Surely she must be used to being flirted with much more heavily than his considering how devastatingly beautiful she is?” he though. “Well she does seem to be going a bit out of her way to hide it.” Nonetheless he saw his moment as was going to strike.

“This may seem a bit crazy,” Able murmured to Maryanne, “But bear with me.” “I’m going to kiss you. Once. If that’s crossing a line, you don’t have to be near me again, but if not...” he trailed off.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers. It was a relatively short kiss and close mouthed. But it was the “kiss” between their eyes that told his story. All the newly found lust he felt for Maryanne, all his sexual frustrations came out as he mauled her with his gaze.

He tasted her heavenly soft, plump lips, delved into her soul with his eyes. His head retreated and he gave a long sigh, closed his eyes for a moment and waited with baited breath for her reaction.

 

[rvplymates]

Maryanne was stunned as Able announced he was going to kiss her. His hand was still holding her head so she could not get up without causing a scene. Her eyes opened wide as his face got closer to her and then his warm lips pressed against hers giving her a funny sensation in her tummy. She kept her eyes open as did he and she saw something she had never seen before in his eyes, passion.

When he ended the kiss she was breathing a bit heavier as her eyes darted around the room to see if anyone noticed what had happened. As far as she could tell the people in the room were busy talking about their own agendas.

She whispered, “Able, please stop, I want to go back to my room and I think we should talk about this situation in private.” She thought for a moment. “We can talk in my room, if you promise to behave yourself.” Her innocent crystal blue eyes looked into his waiting for an answer.