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Subject: {ASSM} Love and Subtractive Synthesis <*> {JVB} (mf rom teen)
Date: Sun, 2 Apr 2000 18:10:07 -0400
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This is my first post to ASSM. I've been working on stories for quite a
while, though; unfortunately, they keep getting dested by writer's block. I
managed to get this one out in one sitting. Anyways, I hope you like it.
Comments and reviews are welcome.
-- JVB <jvb3000@my-deja.com>
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Learn what you don't.
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LOVE AND SUBTRACTIVE SYNTHESIS
by JVB <jvb3000@my-deja.com>
"...and then the filtered signal goes to its ADSR
envelope and then to its output." Jenn was showing me her
analog synthesizer design, carefully mapped out on a giant
sheet of butcher paper, swiped from the art room. "And you
have to use a separate mixer to get the final signal but
that's okay since I can use the one you got me for
Hanukkah." She'd been practically shaking with excitement
all day, or at least since 7:45, when we met to hang out
before homeroom. At 3:00, I discovered her waiting for me
outside my Physics class; apparently, she had faked a
bathroom emergency to get out of Economics early. Her
excitement grew geometrically since then: her cheeks were
brightly flushed and she only paused for a breath after
every third sentence. "Oh!" She jerked her hand from mine
to point at a precisely drawn line on her diagram. "And
also, oscillator one can be used as a modulator for
oscillator two." After pausing for a moment (for the first
time all day!) she turned to look toward me, her eyebrows
raised questioningly.
I grinned. "Cool." Her face blossomed into a radiant
smile and she tackled me to the carpet with a big hug and a
wet kiss.
I carefully watched my steps as we walked through the
front gate. The morning was chilly; Jenn warmed me by
squeezing me tightly and herself by talking about her
synthesizer. "And I found some good temperature-stable
resistors in a catalog from Germany... oh, and Daddy says
we can use his soldering station so we'll have two and we
can work on it together, and--" Jenn stopped abruptly and
took a step back. I looked up at 200 pounds of 19-year-old
senior, commonly known as "Jared."
"Hey, Linus!" My name isn't Linus. "You and Junn-ifer
here totally have my vote for Prom King and Queen." He
continued without pausing, "Or is it Prom Queen and Queen?"
He chuckled at his un-spontaneous cleverness. I glared over
my glasses at his blurry head for a second, then looked down
at his shoes: unnecessarily complicated-looking Nike cross-
trainers.
"Thanks Jared," I muttered. Jenn and I separated and
stepped past him.
"Hey, wait a second!"
I sighed and spun around. "What?" Jared's fist was
coiled back; it hovered there a minute, then sprung forward
into my stomach. I fell down.
Prom Night arrived quickly. I rang her doorbell at 7:00
sharp and her father greeted me at the door. "She'll be
down in a bit," he told me. "Have a seat."
I sat in the living room, grinning nervously at Jenn's
dad. I had no reason to, I realized--I met him almost a
year ago, and I'd had dinner at Jenn's house several times.
I relaxed a bit and looked at the hardwood flooring. "So
how's school?" he asked.
"Uhm, okay, I guess. A.P. tests are coming up..."
"They are indeed--which are you taking again?"
"Physics, calculus and English."
"Aha, excellent. I'm happy that my daughter found such
a bright fellow as yourself. You remind me of myself when I
was your age: sharp and hard-working."
"Thank you, sir." I cleared my throat.
"Say, would you like to smoke a doobie with me?"
"What?"
"Ah, here's Jennifer." I turned to see Jenn stepping
down the staircase. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail,
and she was wearing a grey sweatshirt and plaid pajama
bottoms. Her feet were bare.
"Hi." She smiled.
"Hi." A half-hour later we were seated across from each
other in the basement, looking over a cheese pizza, two two-
liter bottles of Coke, and an assortment of electronic parts.
"You want to work on the VCOs?"
"Sure."
We worked without a break all evening and well into the
morning, passing schematics and pizza back and forth, and
snorting at each other's jokes. By 2:00, we had built the
basic components--oscillators, filters and amplifiers--all
that was left was to put them together. At 4:00, we
gathered our work and crept upstairs to Jenn's room. She
sat on the edge of her bed, bouncing anxiously while I ran
cables from our synthesizer to the mixing console, and from
that to my viola amplifier. "Ready?" I asked.
"You do it," she said, bouncing faster than before. I
flipped some switches and watched the LEDs glow red.
Licking my lips, I carefully pressed one the controller's
plastic keys. A banshee-like wail screamed from the
amplifier. Jenn squealed and leapt from the bed, once again
tackling me with a hug and kiss. We played Gary Numan songs
for about half an hour before finally collapsing into sleep.
"...unh hunhn unh unh huhn." Jenn squirmed frantically
on her flowered bedspread while I carefully lapped at her
pink slit. At the same time, my right hand fumbled with a
condom we'd swiped from her dad's room. "Oh oh God
mmmnf..." She'd been panting and shuddering with pleasure
all afternoon, since we found ourselves in an empty house.
At 3:00, the sunlight that poured in through the window,
making us sweat, finally coaxed us awake. After pondering
her parents' weekend work schedules, she whispered that we
were alone. In no time, we had undressed each other and
were busy kissing and fondling. Her excitement grew
exponentially since then: a deep flush was spread over her
neck, chest and breasts, fading into her cream-colored
complexion just above her pink nipples. She was breathing
rapidly, occasionally gasping for air. "Oh!" Her hips
jerked up at my face and her thighs clenched together.
After shaking for a few moments, she relaxed her hold on me
and I climbed onto the bed next to her. She looked at me
and smiled, and I also looked at myself, in the reflection
of her glasses. "I love you." Sliding her hand down my
arm, she took the still-unapplied condom from me and
carefully unrolled it over my erection. Her legs snaked
around my waist and we both sighed as I pushed myself into
her.
I removed my glasses, gazed at the incredibly beautiful
swirl of fair skin, pink lips and chestnut hair in front of
me, and lightly kissed the corner of her mouth. "I love
you, Jenn." Her face blossomed into a radiant smile, and
she squeezed me with her inner muscles and silenced me with
a wet kiss.
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