Synchronicity for Six, Part 13
Author's Note: This is a story of the romantic love of three couples. There is very little explicit sex in it, so if that is what you're seeking, look elsewhere on Literotica.
Saturday, February 20, 2021 ‑ continued
Julie easily extracted Tom's agreement to return to Middleburg to meet her grandparents. It seemed that her grip on his erection coupled with repetitive stroking up and down made him very compliant with her desires. One thing quickly led to another, and Julie was soon astride Tom, riding him for all she was worth. Her soft cries of delight were echoed by their frequent guests in the next room who never seemed to need much encouragement.
Enervated by their coupling, Tom and Julie fell back asleep for the remainder of the morning, wrapped in each other's arms.
When she woke much later, Julie could hear Dawn and John in the kitchen. She glanced at her phone and was a little dismayed to realize it was already the afternoon. Julie put on her robe and slowly shuffled to where her friends were sitting at the table, eating sandwiches.
"Hey there, girlfriend. It's about time you got up," Dawn called out as John turned his head to see their hostess entering the kitchen.
"Yeah, yeah", Julie yawned. "Is there any coffee?"
"You'll probably want to nuke it for a minute but, yeah, there is still some in the coffee pot."
Julie looked around and saw the rest of the kitchen was very tidy. "You did the dishes?" she asked.
"They were in the way and we needed to do something to show our thanks," Dawn explained. "John's gotten to be a very good dish dryer." John snorted at Dawn's evaluation of him.
"Alright, let me get a cup and wake up some more. Do you want to go out and do something today?" Julie asked.
"Sure. Why don't you check with Tom before making any plans, though."
At Dawn's words, Julie's hand flashed to her forehead as she remembered she needed to confirm with her mother that she and Tom would be home next weekend. Thoughtfully, Julie warmed up two cups of coffee. After making hers more acceptable to her palate, she returned to her bedroom to join Tom in sharing the liquid treasure. While he was sipping the brew, Julie texted her mother to confirm their plans to return to Middleburg for her grandparents' visit.
= = =
Katie and Alan were still engaged in her review for the ACT when Rose and Martha returned mid‑afternoon. The lunch plates and glasses bore mute testimony that they had had lunch. Martha hurried to use the powder room while Rose checked on her fiancé and her newest daughter.
They looked up as Rose entered the space, and Katie had a huge smile on her face. Alan was just... Alan: focused on the task at hand and committed to being as helpful as he could while making Katie do the work herself. Rose placed her index finger across her lips in a universal "quiet" sign and softly explained that she wanted her mother to continue believing the idea of having their wedding by the pond in the backyard of the new house was solely originated by Martha. Katie looked a little puzzled by the request but nodded her agreement. A smile played on Alan's lips as he recognized what Rose was doing, and he nodded as well.
"We need to warm up a bit, Alan. Would you mind terribly getting a fire going in the living room so Mother and I can defrost and work on wedding plans?" Rose entreated him.
"Gee, asking a Boy Scout to start a fire; how original!" Alan teased her. "Of course, my beloved." He sealed it with a kiss that was more than a simple peck on the lips, but kept his tongue to himself, this time. He quickly strode to the living room to get some additional warmth going.
"Momma, why do you want Grandma to think having the wedding by the pond is her idea?" Katie asked, just as quietly as Rose had just made her request.
"With my mother, sometimes it's best to let her think some things are her ideas and then give her room to try to plan things; less tension that way. This is one of those things that I'm going to let her think she's having her way. She never got to do this when I eloped with Ron Lawson, Julie's and Maggie's father."
"Ah. Okay."
"So, how far have you two gotten with your review?" Rose asked at a normal volume.
"I'd say we're about one‑third through the study guide. Poppa's been annoyingly persistent about not giving me the answers. He has given me some test‑taking suggestions, though, that I had never considered before." Katie pouted slightly while mentioning Alan's consistency in making Katie do the work.
"Hmmm," Rose hummed noncommittally, a smile twitching on her lips.
Just then the powder room door opened and Martha hustled out, looking both ways and spying Rose and Katie in the dining room.
"Ah, there you are, dear," Martha said, rubbing her still‑chilled hands together. "Can you get Alan to get a fire going?"
"I'm way ahead of you, Mother. He's handling it now." Turning back to Katie, Rose inquired, "Katie, may we borrow one of those notepads and a pen for a while? We have to start making some plans for this wedding we're going to have."
"Of course, Momma," Katie chirped as she offered one of the notebooks and a couple of pens.
"Thank you, Sweetheart," Martha said, taking the paper and pens. "Come along, Rosalie. We have to get started, now!"
= = =
The mail that day held a surprise for Alan. Among the wasteful circulars and unwanted offers to "green‑up" his lawn was a card. The envelope was hand‑addressed with a flowery elegance seldom seen anymore. It wasn't calligraphy, per se, but it showed attention to detail and exquisite, old‑fashioned penmanship.
With a puzzled look on his visage, he sat in his recliner while Rose and Martha were busy making lists and discussing the pros and cons of various aspects of the upcoming wedding. Katie was seated on the floor in front of the fireplace, soaking in the heat as well as the inherent love and affection. He sat there, just staring at the envelope in his hands. There was no return address, although there was a postmark from Columbia. Rose raised her head to see Alan considering the envelope.
"What do you have there, Alan?"
"It feels like a card and it's addressed to 'The Family of Laura Harrison'. There's no return address." Rose could see the slight pang on his face at seeing his late wife's name in writing.
"Well, open it up."
With a sigh, Alan opened the envelope and pulled out a card. The same handwriting as on the envelope filled in the spaces.
"What does it say, Poppa?" Katie asked, now standing in front of him.
Alan read the particulars to himself and sighed mightily. Now Martha and Rose were watching him, waiting for the grand reveal.
"It's a 'Save the Date' card. We are invited to a family reunion of Laura's family to be held over Independence Day weekend in Columbia. It will be hosted by Laura's aunt Helen and her cousin Jewel at their home. A response is requested by May first."
"Poppa, there's some writing on the back of the card, too," Katie informed him, pointing at the card. Alan turned it over and read aloud.
"Dear Alan and sons, I know this invitation probably comes as a surprise, but you are still considered part of the Wilson family. Please accept my sincere condolences on your loss of Laura. I'm so sorry I couldn't make it to her funeral, but I was very ill and could not travel. Jewel and I would like for you, your sons, and any serious girlfriends to join us at my home for this reunion. You three are the only family I have left on my parents' side of the family. My cousin, Jewel, likewise has no offspring, but her brother Irving has two sons about your age, Alan, and two grandsons about your sons' age. Please join us. Love, Aunt Helen Wilson."
The room was quiet for a minute, then Rose declared, "Oh, we are so going!"
She got to her feet and quickly went to the kitchen. She soon returned with the family planning calendar and a red felt tip pen. Flipping the pages to July, Rose boldly scribed over July third through fifth the words "Wilson Family Reunion". Rose then sat back and admired her handiwork.
