The Everborn - Nicholas Grabowsky [102]
They both looked at each other in encumbered disbelief.
“I guess you should make me some coffee,” Melony said.
28.
Climactic Introductions
There was an acutely adolescent charm about the way Andrew and Melony initiated sex. They both would be the type who’d insist to each other later that they hadn’t planned on doing that, both knowing full well that they had longed for it in the back of their minds all along.
Little did they know that there was a certain degree of influence involved, also, Bari style.
Yet, as Bari would say, everything was all meant to be.
At one point, Andrew and Melony were together on the living room carpet, lying face to face with the sides of their elevated heads cradled into their palms in attention to the card game of UNO they played between them.
At another point, Melony rose for the kitchen to refill their glasses with just a little more brandy with a cranapple juice chaser, and to telephone her husband with an I’ll be staying later than I expected message for his answering machine and ending with an everything’s going. remarkably fine, I can’t wait ‘til I fill you in salutation.
At a further point, one of them commented jokingly to the other about an offhanded reference to kissing, the other slow to get the point. When the point was bashfully realized, Melony made the bold initiative to scoot her body across the sea of UNO cards and to embrace the young man on the other side...
...and then one thing led to another....
Later on, Melony would never admit to have been the instigator of this; she would claim listlessly that she really didn’t know who was.
Melony never would have done any of this if she suspected Andrew was still, indeed, an alien.
***
Not very long after midnight, Andrew lay beside Melony beneath the covers of his bed. They remained nude, the two of them, and Andrew could still feel the warmth of her sleek and flawless skin, still feel the remnants of her own perspiration adhering to his own as she clung to him, as they sweated even despite the chill of the opened bedroom window beyond the security of the bed’s comforter. Andrew was tempted to shut that window --Mel had opened it for fresh air-- but he dared not disturb the beauty at rest within his arms nor break away from the sweet bliss of having her there.
Stunningly sweet bliss.
Andrew was more than astonished at how events had led up to this, and so speedily. He’d been telling himself that Melony had not been totally influenced by Bari when she’d gone for him the way she did. He wanted to believe that Mel would’ve gone for him out of her own conscious will with or without a Watchmaid whispering in her ear. He was positive this was the case, that Mel had truly wanted him regardless. What disturbed him knowing Bari’s ways and all, was that he didn’t really know how much Bari had influenced Mel. Such speculation could pave a roadway into scary territory, for Andrew was beginning to truly care for her, enough perhaps to inevitably love her. He was pathetically susceptible to love, for he had easily fallen for each of the handful of bimbos that ultimately got him laid courtesy of Ralston and Ralston’s happenin’ parties. And he’d been easily hurt with every promising outlet for love all his life just the same. Bari had told him that he always expected too much too soon from a woman.
Well - -he and Melony were now in the too much too soon category, and he never expected that!
Andrew was afraid of what to make of it all.
But his body had loved every minute of it.
(And --it completely slipped his mind that Bari could’ve been watching him, an annoyance to any given past sexual encounter, save for this one. An odd reflection. Hmmmm....)
As he lay with her, her legs intertwined with his, her thigh snuggled against his crotch, he was becoming aware that he was getting his second wind of arousal. He was becoming aroused by this, and by the thoughts of what it was like to undress