Message-ID: <29681asstr$986242202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200104021704.KAA05888@mail1.bigmailbox.com> From: "Deja User" Subject: {ASSM} "A Chance Happening" {Empath} (MF cons rom) Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 16:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly ------------------------------------------------------------ <1st attachment, "Chance3.txt" begin> Admonition: This story has explicit descriptions of people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual activity in it, and shouldn't be accessed by minors. Kids? Try this stuff and you'll probably end up either in an AIDS ward waiting to die or in the maternity ward looking at your child before you graduate. Don't rush into 'It' - it's not THAT much fun, and certainly not worth the risks around nowadays - I'm glad I'm married! :) Disclaimer: In any case, should this find its way into minors' hands, I cannot be held responsible - I DID warn them. Copyright notice: I, the author of this tawdry pile of maudlin feelings masquerading as smut, hold all rights of reproduction to this work of prose. Private copies for personal perusal and archives for NON-commercial distribution are permitted. Plea for attention: The only reward ASS* authors can expect is the joy of sharing their creation with the rest of humanity. But wait - how does that author KNOW if people are reading and enjoying his story? Yep; if you like a story posted to alt.sex.stories.*, the fair thing to do is email the author and tell them so. I promise that it'll make YOU feel good to send them kudos, after all, Mark Twain said, "The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer someone else up." As always you may contact me (and my wife Dancer) through my 'legacy' Deja News email account: (Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too! ;) Author's Note: 'Kay, folks - here's another tale of Ted & Linda. People mentioned they would be waiting with bated breath for more about this couple, and I've gotten a story idea that needs a framework, so... ------- A Chance Happening By Empath Copyright, 2001 =============== "Ohhhhhhh." Ted looked at the monitor, the display blurring for a second. He reached his hand up to brush his hair back, only to feel his forehead burning. 'Damn, this isn't just a headache.' He sat back and stretched, feeling small aches in his knees shoulders and back. 'Crap. Headache, high temperature, joint aches - I'm gonna get a fever.' The man rested his head forward, temples held in his hands. 'And who knows how long I've been passing this bug around here at work. What does Pete say? Cold bugs can sit in you and spread for a couple days before they give you symptoms; influenza can take a week before making itself known!' "Hey, Ted - Harriet says you've got the February payroll audits for the Ohio office." "Huh? Oh yeah, Steve. They're on the bottom shelf there; excuse me if I don't get them for you. I think I'm sick." Ted's coworker looked him over after grabbing the file folder. "Yeah, you look tired and flushed." "Shit. Sorry if you catch anything from me, but I didn't know about it until a minute ago." "No offense, but I hope it's the flu." Steve patted his arm. "Got the shot back in November - my own little Y2K vaccination!" Ted laughed, and wished his colleague well, who reciprocated. "Yeah, you get home and rest - a couple days sick leave should beat this; you try to hang on, you'll drag it out and feel shitty for a couple WEEKS. And be grouchy to the rest of us. Want me to tell the boss?" Steve got a rueful grin. "As much as I'd like to infect him, you'd better give him the news; I'll call in tomorrow morning whether I'll see you at all on Friday." "Hey, you're welcome." Steve left the cubicle giving Ted a wave. The seated accountant saved his work, closed down his computer and grabbed the phone. He got no response at the apartment. "Oh, yeah - Lin's got a lunchtime meeting with her faculty advisor." He dialed her beeper number and punched in his work number there. Two minutes later, his phone rang. "Hello." "Hiya, love - what's up?" "My temperature. I think I'm coming down with something. Can you swing by and take me home? After your meeting, of course." "How'd you know-" Ted laughed evilly. "Ahaha, the Shadow sees all and knows all!" "Hon? It's 'Who knows what evil lurks in the minds of men? The Shadow knows.'" This rattled him. "Oh. So who knows all and sees all?" He could almost see Linda shrugging as he listened to her response. "I dunno. God? How'd you know really?" "Ah, I spotted it on the calendar going out the door this morning. So you finish your meeting, then come over and rescue me from work." "Ted - it's okay, Dr. Rourke left for lunch just as you beeped me; we were making small talk for a while. I'll come get you now." "Thanks, darling. See you soon." He smiled as he heard the sound of her kissing the receiver before hanging up. * * * * "Come on, Ted. You're getting in bed right now - you look horrible." He felt horrible. The fever had taken hold while he was waiting in the lobby. He was rather dizzy, and feeling weak. Ted merely grunted in agreement and peeled off his suit jacket, hanging it on the bedroom door handle. Linda helped him undress and pulled the sheet over her fiance, who tried to blow a kiss at her with little success. She sighed, her arms akimbo and a grin on her face. "Why did I ever agree to marry such a helpless baby as you?" "I don't know - because I fuck like a stallion?" Ted retorted, managing a smile. She threw her head back and laughed. "That's it - your wonderful sense of humor!" "Hey! Have some sympathy for the sick, here." She reached down, tousled his hair, gave him a kiss on his burning forehead, and started. "Damn, you are really feverish. You just got yourself a nurse, bub." "But your classes-" "Will be fine; I'll check with my classmates for lecture notes. I don't have any tests or labs this afternoon. You're really sick and need watching. Now let me go get something to help you with that fever." She left for the bathroom, not letting him see her frown or chew her lip. * * * * 'Oh, shit!' Linda thought as she checked in on Ted - he was splayed across the bed, the sheets bunched up and stained with sweat. Ted himself was beet-red...all over. His face was a mask of misery, head lolling back and forth. He groaned weakly. She dashed into the bathroom, grabbed the pill bottle and drinking glass, and opened the medicine cabinet to rummage around for the thermometer. Reading the dosage on the bottle, she grunted and recited the limits. "'Do not exceed 2 tablets in any 8 to 12 hour period, or 3 tablets in a 24 hour period.' Damn - this is his second pill in about as many hours!" "Ted? Come on, Ted, wake up." He was still in some feverish dream. Linda began to chew her lip again and her eyes moistened. "Oh, god, Ted. PLEASE wake up." She shook his shoulder again, and gasped in relief as her lover came around. "Hmmm...whhzzz?" Ted regarded her muzzily, gritting his teeth as he became aware of the pain in his temples and face. "Honey, you're getting worse - here, take another pill." She dropped the tablet into his open mouth, and raised him up to sip at the water. He grunted after a second, trying to indicate that the pill was swallowed. "Uh-uh, Ted. You're sweating like Rush Limbaugh in the Boston Marathon - you need to replace that water; drink." It took him some time to empty the glass, and he gave a prodigious belch when they were done. Linda almost laughed if he hadn't groaned and held his torso. She hugged him instead. "C'mon, love. We need to take your temperature. Lift your tongue for me." Ted complied - growing up with a best friend who had always aspired to become a doctor had taught him to be a good patient. Linda took the discarded compress and wiped his forehead. Even though it was warm, the damp cloth was still cooler than his blazing brow. She checked her watch and drew the thermometer from his mouth and read it. She gasped. "Ted, we're taking you to the hospital - this is serious." He opened his eyes to look at her. "No...nno way...th- they'd," he gulped, "ask embarr...arrassing questions." "TED! I just took your temperature - it's a hundred AND FOURTEEN with medication!" His reply was forced out between gasping breaths. "I'm NOT...go-going to a...hospit-pital over this!" "Well, let me get Pete over here, at least; he's your friend - maybe that'll be better." Ted didn't reply right away, and Linda worried if he'd heard her. He soon rolled his head to face her, and nodded resignedly - he clearly didn't want to do this. * * * * Dr. Peter Jackson was still working nights as a resident, and was awake and in a pleasant mood when Linda called him. She asked him to stop by and check out his friend and her fiance, explaining that he had a heavy fever. Pete assured her he would be there sooner than she would expect. When he arrived, he gave Linda a friendly hug and went straight for the bedroom. Pete looked on his old friend and blanched. "Jeez, what happened to him?" "He called me at school - he felt tired and a little hot at work and wanted to take the rest of the day off to rest. I've stayed and checked on him - when he got this bad, I called you." "Why not just take him to the hospital?" Ted summoned the strength to reply to this. "I...don't want...to b-bother them...with a sim-imple case of the flu. I'd prob...spread this bug to half...the people there!" Pete placed his hand on Ted's brow, using a thumb to roll an eyelid back. "Ted? You've studied actuarial stuff, how many people DIE of influenza every year? Even in this day and age, in the developed world?" He took his hand away and wiped the sweat off on his pants leg. "You're in bad shape, bud." He opened his bag, getting a thermometer and slipping a plastic sleeve over the end. "Under the tongue, don't bite, you know the drill." Pete got out his stethoscope and got Ted to breathe as he checked the sick man's lungs. He stopped when the thermometer started beeping repeatedly. "Shit, one-twenty and still climbing - Lin, what's he been taking for this?" She dashed and got her friend the bottle. "I've given him the maximum dosage already!" Pete looked at the pill information briefly. "Over what period of time?" "Only two hours - the last pill were about a half-hour ago." "Damn - they'll both be in his system and still working; more won't do any good." He tossed the bottle aside. "Get his legs; we'll dump him in the tub to cool him down." Pete slipped his arms under his shoulders and hoisted his ailing friend clear of the bed. The two quickly carried Ted into the bathroom, laying him in the bathtub and turning on the cold water. Pete made the effort to turn on the hot water as well. "Lukewarm water will be cold enough for him in this shape. You got any frozen vegetables in the freezer you're willing to give up? Stick a bag under his arm or between his legs?" Linda just dashed off to the kitchen. "Peas or hash browns would be best - something small and flexible!" "Tell her to use the Brussels sprouts," Ted moaned from the tub. Pete turned to look at his friend. "I thought you hated sprouts?" Ted merely looked expectantly at him. Pete laughed. "Okay, you're starting to get over this. Let's have another look at you." Linda came back with two bags of frozen vegetables and a sandwich bag filled with ice. Pete placed them, put the thermometer back, and used a flashlight to check Ted's pupils. "Right, you don't have any sinus congestion? Never had sniffles or a period of sneezing recently?" Ted shook his head. Pete examined the man's throat and mouth. "Ted, your lungs are clear, your sinuses aren't infected or congested, and there's no inflammation in your throat. Whatever you have probably isn't flu - it doesn't look like something you'd pick up from the air." He turned in his crouch to address the couple together. "So you two tell me now what happened and why I shouldn't haul Ted off to University-Mercy right away?" When neither person seemed willing to talk, Pete relaxed his expression. "Don't be bashful - it's me, Dr. Pete!" he finished with a disarming grin. "You're not smuggling bio- warfare agents around inside you, are you, Ted?" The trio laughed. "C'mon, spill it - it can't be that bad, and it'll help me with treatment if I know what I'm up against." "Oh, all right," Ted blurted, his speech distorted by the instrument under his tongue. "I figured I caught the 'flu from last week. You know the open-air concert we went to on Belle Isle Park with you and Bonnie? Remember how Lin and I disappeared for about an hour?" "Uh, no. Sorry." "Never mind, we were more discreet than we thought," Linda interjected. She was blushing. "Well, I was feeling frisky, and led Ted into the trees..." She tailed off, chewing on a thumbnail distractedly. "Ah - I see! A little alfresco-" Pete was stopped by Ted grabbing his arm. "Anyway, so you got underdressed and overexerted for a while outdoors. It was rather warm that day, wasn't it?" "Yeah, I wouldn't have...well, um," Lin was looking almost as flushed as Ted, who was actually looking a little better. The thermometer beeped, and Pete checked the reading. "One-twelve; we've beat off the worst. Gimme that frozen stuff, Ted. Lin, pull the plug for a sec and give him some more hot water, we don't want to shock him too much. "Anyway, as I said, this probably isn't the flu or anything airborne." Pete stared at the tiled floor for a second. "Hang on. You have any infected cuts or scratches lately, Ted? Even a bruise that took a while to heal?" His friend shook his head doubtfully, and the doctor turned to look a Linda. "Has he? Maybe you saw something he didn't?" She blushed for a moment and thought. "No. I don't remember anything wrong." "I'll have to check you out to be on the safe side." He looked over Ted's body, lifting his arms to examine armpits, and getting Linda to help him shift legs and pull aside underwear to check the groin. "Clear so far, Ted. Can you roll over?" Ted managed with some help. When Pete pulled down his patient's boxer shorts, he and Linda gasped when they saw a kidney bean-sized lump, livid purple and sickly green in color, just above Ted's butt crack. "Shit, Ted - where'd this come from?" He turned to Linda. "You never noticed this? Don't you couples wash each others' back?" Linda looked aghast. "No... Ted's an early riser and I-I like to sleep in." "Dressing or undressing? Scratch that, this would be covered by his boxers. You never...eh, during-" Pete waggled his free hand as he examined the infected wound. "Pete?" Ted groaned. "When you make love, how often are you facing AWAY from your partner?" "Good point - but *you* never felt anything? This has to be at least a week old- Oh, never mind; I'm forgetting who I'm talking to." "What are you talking about?" Pete regarded the woman, noting her incomprehension. "You haven't told her yet, Ted? Lin, your fiance hasn't felt a thing on his back since he got scalded as a baby." "Oh. And exactly when were you going to let me know about this *trivial* little detail, dear?" "After you got to know my mother better so you'd believe me when I said it was just an accident." Linda's hand came up to her mouth. Pete rose and patted her on the shoulder, whispering "You know Mrs. Baker's a little...well, she's easily distracted? Apparently she went to answer the phone when running a bath for Ted and forgot to check it before putting him in. She felt horrible about it, and has never so much as combed his hair since - didn't trust herself." "I thought she was...distracted because of Ted's dad passing-" "Guys? The bathroom tile makes this an excellent eavesdropping position. Lin? My mom's always been a little bubble-headed; she just got worse when dad died. It's not the end of the world; she's not quite Alzheimer's potential yet. Now can we get back to my back?" Pete grabbed some gloves, antiseptic and a sterile metal probe from his bag. "Right. Let's get this lanced - Lin, grab some gauze pads, will you?" He rubbed the inflamed area with a covered finger, and frowned. "You've got something in here, pal." He pinched the lump and worked it lightly under finger and thumb. "It's BIG; I'd better cut it out." He dropped the unwrapped probe on the floor and reached into the bag for a scalpel. "Now, normally I'd give you some anesthetic first, but that'd be a waste, wouldn't it?" Ted chuckled, and Lin managed to smile. Pete cleaned the area he was about to cut, and poised with the blade over the lump. She gritted her teeth, but the 'surgery' was over in a flash; one light stroke had the swollen skin splitting apart. Pete grabbed some gauze and blotted up the blood and pus that oozed from the incision, then took some large tweezers. A moment of fiddling in Ted's back produced a splinter of wood almost an inch long. Linda groaned, making Ted nervous. "What's wrong? What is it?" Pete took the rest of the gauze, cleaned the wound of infected fluid, placed a pair of suture strips over the small cut and bandaged the area. "I don't think you fiancee is cut out for surgery, Ted - you had a big-ass splinter in your back; there was plenty of pus so it was there for a while." He turned the sliver of wood in his fingers. "Doesn't look like it's a splinter off of finished wood...more like a twig. Oh, jeez - were you lying down when you and she," Pete coughed, "in the woods?" Linda thought back to take her mind off the blood. "Uh. Probably..." * * * * "Come on." "Lin, we'll miss the concert." "Honey, half of Detroit can hear the music; going back here a little ways will not make us miss out on anything." She was tugging on his hand, leading him back from the crowded clearing. "But why back here?" "I want a little privacy with you - you know I'm not keen on crowds." "All right; you're just being jealous - afraid the girl bands will tempt me away from you?" "Not until just now, buddy!" She elbowed Ted playfully in the ribs. "I guess I'll just have to remind you why you proposed to me last week." Linda stopped the two of them and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. "Oh, so *that's* why you led me back here," Ted surmised when they broke off. He embraced her and hugged her close as he initiated another long kiss. That one ended when he felt her leg push between his to rub against his crotch. They quickly cast about for a good spot to 'have a lie down,' and sat together in the lee of a large ash tree, kissing and fondling each other. They remained partially dressed; Ted merely pulled his shirt up and his pants and boxers down, while Linda had to remove her shorts and panties completely. After a little massaging of various pleasurable areas, they were ready. Linda sat on his supine lap and plunged his rampant manhood into her ready cleft. They fucked gently at first, wary of passersby. Her bouncing increased and Ted began thrusting against her when they realized they were secluded well from everyone else in the park. He reached up to grasp her breasts, toying at the hard nipples through the thin material of her T-shirt. She held on to his arms for balance and ground her clit against his pubic bone with every down stroke. Soon she was shaking with a minor orgasm. After she recovered, Ted rolled them over, keeping his hard cock secure in the warm, wet embrace of her pussy. Linda eased her legs up to link behind his knees and stretched up to kiss and nibble at his neck. Ted plunged into her with long, slow strokes, almost letting the head pop past her slick labia before sinking deep and making his lover sigh. The looked at one another and kissed, tongues tangling with each other. Linda came twice more; her legs had slowly crept up Ted's back with time, and were linked behind the bottoms of his shoulder blades. She was writhing, rolling her head around, her pussy clenching at his cock when he stiffened and thrust into her to the hilt. The couple locked eyes at the moment of mutual orgasm and mashed their lips together, moaning into each other's mouths. * * * * "Wow." He looked at Linda appraisingly. "So, you got a sister?" His forward remark was taken as the joke he intended, making her relax as she laughed. "That's covered by Doctor-patient privilege, right?" Linda was still blushing furiously and hugging herself protectively. Pete waved his hand. "Relax, I never heard a thing. The only way anyone - including Bonnie - will ever hear about this is if one of *you* talk about it!" "Thanks, Pete." "Weeeeell. All things considered, that should explain how all this happened. But I wonder why 'Mr. B. Prepared' here didn't put down a blanket or something?" "Pete? I didn't *have* one - it's hard to pack for stuff you don't plan on happening." Ted had been helped up to sit on the edge of the tub, bathrobe around his body. His fever was gone, though he was still terribly weak. "You did take one - Bon and I were sitting on it." "Oh, sure. 'Hey guys, can you get off that? Linda wants to take me into the woods to fuck like bunnies!' I don't think so!" "Hey, *I* would have let you have it." "Yeah, but you'd want to WATCH!" As their laughter eased, Pete admitted "Oh all right, you're off the hook this time." He looked from his old friend to his new one. "But to be on the safe side, I'd better examine your rump, too - don't want to have a repeat of this!" Linda gave him a rude gesture while laughing. "That woman you're crudely attempting to proposition will soon be my WIFE, pal!" He opened his arms, and Linda walked to his embrace. "But, honey? He has got a point - how about you 'watch my back' from now on?" Linda grinned. "Certainly, but only if *you* do likewise!" They laughed, and Pete scribbled on a tablet from his bag. "Here's a prescription for some antibiotics." He handed the slip to Linda. "And do I even have to mention about finishing it all?" Ted shook his head. "Okay, I'll need to take some blood just to be sure there's nothing weird hiding around on us." "Shall I get him dressed; we'll drag him to the hospital together?" "Why?" Pete pulled a yellow plastic container marked with 'biohazard' from his bag. "Here, take the lid off," he said, handing it to Linda. She looked inside and took out some vials and wrapped needles. "You carry a complete blood kit inside a Sharps container in your *travelling* *bag*? I know it's bigger than normal, but WHY? This is Detroit, not rural wilderness!" Pete shrugged and jerked his head toward Ted. "Him - he's a bad influence, and I've hung around him a lot longer than is healthy!" "Hey - you're putting this stuff to use; therefore the preparation was useful. The defense smugly rests!" Ted already had the robe's short sleeve eased back and the rubber band tied around his upper arm. Pete checked the tension, palpated a vein in the crook of the elbow and watched Linda look away. "Sorry, Lin. Oh! You want to get my cell phone from my coat?" She gratefully got off the toilet and left the room. When she returned, Ted was adjusting the fit of the rolled gauze bandage and Pete was scribbling some notes on the vial's label. "That was quick." Pete shrugged. "I don't need a lot of tests." He took the phone and hit a speed-dial number. "Ah, is Jackie Evans in?" He waited. "Jackie, darling! How's that bod of yours? Oh, okay - keeping okay. Yeah, Jackie? Got another favor to ask you..." Pete suddenly looked uncomfortable. "No, not another AIDS test for 'a friend' - that was only once and you swore you'd never tell anyone! And NO, not another pregnancy test; my current is knowledgeable enough to check herself! "Jackie- Jackie - I need a tox screen on a friend - YES, a real friend; you remember Ted? Say hi to her, Ted." He passed the phone. "Hi, Jackie. Yes, it's my blood - unknown infection; had a horrible fever just a little while ago. Yeah, I'm not covering for him. Thanks, Jackie." "There, satisfied? Yes I *am* getting more respectable with age. So can you dash by Ted's place and pick this up? Yeah, he still hasn't moved. No real rush on the tests - he's okay now. You can stick the results in my cubbyhole. Thanks, love. You're a saint - I'll make it up to you next month. Kisses!" and Pete hung up. Linda was staring at him, eyes smoldering, arms crossed, foot tapping. "Okay, WHO is this 'Jackie' woman? Why does she know Ted? What is your past with her? How exactly are you going to 'make it up to her' next month? And why then did you tell me only a couple of days ago how serious you felt about my DEAR friend Bonnie? One whom I'd gladly kill for?" Pete looked at her in puzzlement. Then he figured out the misunderstanding. "Oh, you haven't met her yet and Ted's never told you about her!" Linda wasn't calming down. "Obviously not." Ted put a weak hand on his fiancee's arm. "Lin, darling? Jacqueline Evans is pushing sixty; her husband was Pete's pre-med advisor! She practically runs the lab department at University-Mercy. Pete and the Evans became good friends - he still takes them out to dinner once a month." Pete smiled and added "And buying her desert is my way of repaying Jackie for doing me the occasional favor like this. But I'm willing to let you see for yourself when she gets here - she knows Ted because we've been the closest of friends for...well, ever. She knows her way here because Ted's had this apartment since HE was a college freshman; I roomed with him for a semester or two." "But there's only one bedroom." Linda seemed mollified, and this incongruity distracted her from malice. "I had the fold-out couch - I did say only one or two terms." "Oh, I'm sorry Pete!" She hugged her lover's friend, and her friend's lover. "I'm just-" "Really protective of your friends, I know. Ted admires it in you, and crows about it all the time. I'd like to think we're friends." He gave her a crooked grin. "As long as you treat Bonnie fairly..." she granted, playfully poking him in the chest. Fin =============== Author's Postscript: I know - you Detroit natives are pissed with me now. "We don't let concerts happen in Belle Isle Park, and there's no trees there!" Folks? Chill; I'm a Canuck who's never been inside the state of Michigan!:) And those who care (all one of you, who will be getting this through a snail-mail care package; love you, Dancer:), this story was inspired by yours truly coming down with the 'flu. It's been rather weird; I came down with a heavy fever that made me wish for death for six hours, then left me in the middle of the night, taking every symptom (even the muscle ache and tiredness) along with it, leaving me bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 12am! And I never had a cough or sniffles until a couple of days *after* the fever. Anyway, be happy it inspired something *interesting* for Ted & Linda - everything seemed to be drifting toward a 'happily ever after' at the end of 'Chance2.txt'... <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+