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Subject: {ASSM} Working in Harmony (mf, 1st, cons)
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                                     Working in Harmony


       Though you seek from door to door
       Through the city's wrath and roar;
       Scan the phantom faces wan
       Of the masquers mute with dawn--
       Always love has come--and gone.
                              -- Clark Ashton Smith

     Joshua's stepmother was all right in most ways, but he felt that
she had some odd and rather antiquated ideas about life.   She had
evidently been told that taking music lessons was an edifying and
uplifting experience.   She had never had them herself, and perhaps
this was the real reason that she felt them important.

     Joshua wished that she had.  Or at least that she had spent a lot
of time with people who were involved with music, and gotten to know
how shallow a lot of them were.   On the other hand, maybe she would
have been one of the people who actually like that sort of thing.

     His father wasn't much help.  The man had remarried to relieve his
sexual pressure - which had not become significant until Joshua's
older sister had developed a serious figure -- and by now he was
devoting his energy to his business rather than his son, now the only
child at home.

     Joshua's mother would not have considered sending the 17-year-old
across the country to a music camp in southern California, he was sure.
 Not that he remembered her very well, since she died when he was six.

     Part of the problem that Joshua had with music was that he was
good at it. Which is to say, he found it easy to identify and remember
the notes and had the technical proficiency to reproduce them.
Therefore he was always accepted as competent and sometimes praised -
but he never found it interesting, only something he was willing to do,
especially since it did not involve much effort.

     He spent a few days in California in continuous practice, hour
after hour, usually in sunlight.  The others there were mainly from the
area or elsewhere in the southwest and accustomed to the weather.  If
he could have, he would have given up and gone home -- he thought it
was an awful place.  Of course, if he could have, he wouldn't have left
the cool sea (or bay) breezes to start with.

     He was developing a dark suspicion that the weather was what made
so many of the Californians he had met appear to have fried brains.
The girls in particular seemed to be blonde, cheerful, and really dumb.
 He thought there was nothing below the surface; not that he had had
time to try to get into them physically, but he suspected that they
would not show any imagination if he had.

     As he was lying there moping on a bench in the shade of a 100+
degree day outside the practice hall, a girl about his age walked by.
He half-recognized her as someone who sat rows behind him and far to
the side, so he barely saw her most of the time.   And when he did she
would be in a cotton dress instead of the tight shorts and tee-shirt
she had on now.   He liked this a lot better.

     She was dark-haired, slim, very nicely built, and he sort of
recalled hearing that she was down from Oregon or Washington state.
But he didn't know her name.

     The next day he asked one of the teachers.   The man hesitated,
evidently lost in thought and unsure how to get out, and finally said,
"Carter."

     Now Joshua was a bit confused.  "Is that her personal name or
family name?"

     "Huh?  What's that mean?"

     "Is that her first name or last name?"

     "Oh.  Why didn't you say that?   Name's Carter Michaelson."

     Carter was an unusual name for a girl, he thought, but it was at
least hard to confuse her with anyone else.   She stood out in other
ways, now that he had noticed her.  She might be worth investigating.

     For two days he had no excuse to speak to her, though he glanced
over at her often.  And he often found her glancing back, whereupon
they both looked down and pretended that nothing was going on.   Then a
minute later it all started again.

    Then they were pulled out of group practice, as people had been
before, to work on a duet, she on violin and he on clarinet.   They
stumbled over each other in their eagerness to talk, when the
opportunities came during breaks.   Soon he knew all about her, from
her family life to the names of her pets, from her interests to her
favorite authors.   And he discovered that she was here for the same
reason that he was -- someone decided it would be good for her, and she
found it too easy to object very much.

     They ate lunch (fairly) alone together for the next two days, and
talked in the evenings until she turned in, and he found excuses to
touch her whenever no one else could see.   There were strict rules
against anything resembling sexual activity, so discretion was
important.   However, at the end of a Sunday, when they did not have to
spend time on music and could just be together, Carson put her hand
back as they walked through a doorway in single file and paid him back
many times over for his touchings.   She grasped his crotch and slid
her hand along the instant erection that she gave him!

     The next day was very hot, over a hundred by ten in the morning.
That hall did not have air-conditioning, and the breeze from the open
doors did not help much.   At lunch they sat together after gulping
down a quart of water each. Someone on the staff decided that, gee,
maybe the students might be warm, and brought out pitchers of ice
water.

     Joshua impishly stumbled on purpose and got a cup of the water on
the front of her white cotton dress.   That much he might have gotten
away with, but then he complimented Carter on the pattern of her bra,
now visible.  (Though the perspiration made other spots show through
anyway.)   That comment was too much for Carson, and she plucked an ice
cube from one pitcher and concealed it in her palm, then dropped it
down the back of his pants.

     The cry he made at that attracted the attention of one of the
instructors, and Joshua's attempt to fish out the cube brought him
running.   This looked like something sexual, clearly against the
rules!

     Joshua had to explain, and decided to simply tell the truth.  The
man looked very suspicious, but decided that maybe it was something
that was permitted after all, though frowned upon.

    The rest of that day was quite warm, and that night, but the
next...   It was still over a hundred Fahrenheit at seven in the
evening.    Joshua did not at all want to go back to the boys' barracks
to sleep, since he doubted that he would get much.

    He told Carson that the air conditioning had not been good at the
beginning, and now it was not just inadequate, it was broken.

     "How bad has it been where they have the girls sleeping?" he
asked.   "If it is much better I might try to sneak in -- not that
spending the night with you wouldn't be cool anyway."

     Carson made a face, then got serious.  "Actually, I don't know."

     "Excuse me?"

     "Well, I don't stay there.   My father looked at what the camp
charges for sleeping accommodations and figured that a long-term rental
on a room at the motel a half-mile down the road was not much more.
It only added about 20% to the cost of just the instruction.   So I'm
down there."

     "That must be wonderful," Joshua said.

     "It's nice..."   Carson looked into his face and chewed her lip a
bit.  "Would you like to come down and spend a little time with me?"

     He could hardly say no.   At the very least, he would prefer her
company to that of the other boys, who never heard of an idea.   He was
sure that they could do a little more alone together than out here in
the open -- or at least less nervously.

     They dodged around to avoid having anyone notice that he was with
her as she left the gate -- for her to walk out was standard, of
course.   A little down the road, he slipped a hand around her waist.
She giggled a little but did not object; indeed, she walked closer
after a bit.

     Once they had reached her motel room, however, and opened the
door, and then closed it again behind them, she backed him against the
wall and kissed him eagerly.   Their first kiss, for all their little
touching, and it was a hungry one.

     Joshua gave as good as he got for a while, and liked very much
what he got, but then he turned them around and backed her to a little
to the side of where he had been, but a place invisible from the
window.   As he kissed her, his hands went to the bare thighs below her
short skirt and rubbed them, slowly shifting to the inner surfaces and
going up.   Her giggles and squeaks became softer and changed to gasps
and moans.

     Carson raised her head from his and looked into his eyes again.
"I want to do a little more than this," she whispered.  "At least a
little..."

     She took his hand and took him to her bed.  He stood while she
stretched out on it, and he admired her there.  She quickly, but with
frequent glances up at Joshua while he stared down at her, took off her
shoes.   With only a little hesitation on her part, he peeled off his
sweaty t-shirt.  Over a hour and more of kissing and holding and slowly
building caresses, he removed her blouse and skirt and then bra, and
then she was down to white cotton panties and her natural beauty.

     Joshua lay beside her, shifting so his head was over hers and
resuming their kisses until her breath came in gasps.  When they broke
apart and her brightly-lit face gazed at his, his hands held her bare
waist, then eased up to hold her breasts for the first time.   As his
fingertips raised one hard nipple, his head bent to it, placing his
lips over the end and gently drawing on it.

     Carson gasped at the attention, then stronger as he mouthed the
other nipple. Joshua discarded his shirt and held her to him, skin to
skin and chest to breasts, as his hands now ran over her rump and legs
and on to the inner thighs.

     Joshua grazed the crotch of her panties, pressing slightly on the
damp spot covering the entrance to her body.  Carson shuddered and drew
closer into his arms. Perhaps involuntarily, her legs opened wide, and
his whole hand pressed down on her.

     Joshua shifted his body and touched his tongue to the outside of
her panties. He ignored her surprise at that, and her "I'm not sure..."
as he removed her last clothing, waiting for her indrawn breath as his
mouth replaced the clothing.

     He drew his tongue all along the length of her groove, ending with
pressing the tip to the little button at the top, then spreading her
beautiful lips apart and darting his tongue between them. He drifted
around and explored, guided always by her reactions and thrilling to
every one of them.   Every time his tongue touched her clitoris, she
jerked and gasped, and he did it more often as time went on, building
her up until she held his head still with her hands and shuddered into
orgasm with his tongue as deep in her channel as he could.

     When she had lain still for perhaps thirty seconds, she turned to
Joshua, beside her now, and said, "You must have done that with dozens
of girls to learn how to do it so well."

     "I should be so lucky," he whispered back.   "I have read about
it, but all I knew was to try what you seemed to like.  I've never done
it before."

     "Oh, my!  Natural talent or something!"

     And moments later, she said, "In any case, it's your turn."  And
she sat up.

    "You don't have to right now," he said.  "I mean, I'm all sweaty, I
should wash off first."

    "I didn't wash," she replied.  "And salt would not bother me.  I've
never--never done it to a boy, but I don't think you should argue with
a girl who wants to."

     "You are right.  Not that I've ever had the chance before..."

     Carson stripped the slacks and briefs from him quickly, then
giggled as he jerked at her touching and gently squeezing his erection.
  She knelt between his legs, looked up at him for a moment, and sucked
the tip very gently.   He fought to keep his hands from drawing her
down, afraid of scaring her off, but he found what she did on her own
very satisfying -- more satisfying than he could have imagined.
Especially at the end when he warned her of the coming eruption and she
stayed on and swallowed every bit of his semen.

     Somewhat to his own surprise, he was still hard.  Normally it went
down right after masturbation, but the sight and presence of this
beautiful girl prevented it, he supposed.   And she also still had a
lot of appetite.   He decided to go on.

     He began by swift licks at her labia, then rose to one breast and
raised her nipple to a hard point once more, swirling around it with
his tongue.   The fingers of his other hand did the same for her other
breast.    He gave her a vaginal kiss once more, finding her very wet,
and traced up her body with kisses, ending with a long and profound one
on her mouth, plunging into it with his tongue, with his body over hers
and his erection against her stomach.

     As her breath came quickly again, his hand reached down and
brought his shaft to her tunnel, then thrust it in.   Between the
resistance and her deep gasp, he hardly needed the confirmation of her
whispered, "I've never done this before either."

     Her hands tightened on his back as she said that, then she moaned
and rocked. She moved her legs around his hips and rolled.  Once above
him, she moved down to impale herself.   She gasped more and he could
feel her contract inside.   When he raised his hands to fondle her
breasts, she moaned again and began to shake.   She forced her body
down further yet, and became tighter yet inside.

     Joshua could tell that she was coming close to another orgasm, and
moreover so was he.  He rolled them over again and withdrew.
Hoarsely, he said, "Are you safe?"

     "Yes! Yes!  But I wouldn't care!"

     And when he came back down it was all the way in, and it was only
a few more strokes before she was milking his sperm out and he was
shooting it deep into her. She arched her body to provide a last
impossible inch of penetration, her eyes closed and mouth open

     Now they both far more in need of cleaning off than before, but
now they could discover the joy of showering with someone .of the
opposite sex.    Soaping each other and fondling, then repeating it
all, took longer than if they were alone. But there were compensations,
as her hand brought forth a gusher of seed and his took her to ecstasy
while his tongue was in her mouth.

     But after they toweled off, he had to go back.

     For the rest of the time that they were in camp they held hands as
often as they dared.  They kissed more often than they should have
dared.   And they explored each other and their sexuality many times,
though not as often as they wanted to.

     After that, they e-mailed each other daily, for pages and pages.
Neither set of parents would of course hear of any meeting for what
they considered a trivial summer romance.   And so it went for their
last year of high school, and the vacation plans of their parents were
for different distant places.

     Then two months into college (different colleges, of course) her
messages stopped.   He made a telephone call to her parents.   The
answer was:

    "Who?  Oh, I didn't know you still were in touch with her.
Motorcycle hit her.  She's dead."

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