“Nothing much just saw a few soccer games, ate some croissants, and had some deep thoughts.”
Adelaide was beginning to intrigue me more each second she spoke. “Deep thoughts?”
“I was studyin’ psychology at the time, and France sure had a lot of smart folks with some powerful ideas. It was something’ else, let me tell you, learning about all those philosophers and thinkers over there. It laid the groundwork for me and opened my eyes to humanism as I’d never seen it before. When I came back to the States, I was seein’ things in a whole new light, and it was an important experience that stayed with me for years to come.”
“I dabbled with philosophy in college a bit. Mostly Plato, Aristotle and those people, but I believe you when you tell me it was life-changing. Heck, those introductory courses to philosophy certainly had an effect on me.”
“What did you study, honey?”
“Journalism, but I decided I had no use for it by the end of my studies.”
“Why was that? Sounds like a waste?”
“Well, it seemed to me the most successful people in that field chased the story no matter the wider consequences, and that did not sit right with me. I felt like I was always going to be set up for failure because I did not have the mindset needed to get the story by any means necessary.”
“At least you learned that about yourself while you’re a youngin’. It gets harder once you have responsibilities.”
By now, I was getting to the bottom of my bowl of soup, and it seemed like Henri was growing weary. Despite his age, the kid had been immaculately behaved throughout our dinner chat. I was impressed, but it was clearly his bedtime.
Adelaide scooped him up and carried him up to his bedroom while I waited in the dining room, devouring the last of my meal. At this point, I was wondering what the purpose of my being here was. Was it really just because she wanted some companionship? I know I feel a tinge of loneliness at least once a week, but surely someone this incredible is not hurting for friends. This woman has a successful business, an adorable child, an immaculate home, is blessed with beauty, and has at least a few interesting tales in her past. I would be her friend even if she had zero further interest in me, which is the likeliest outcome.
“Was it to your likin’?” Adelaide wonders aloud as she saunters back into the dining area.
“It was phenomenal.” I could feel a smile creep across my face as I spoke, it was a genuine feeling.
“Well, alright then, I guess I did you right.”
Adelaide sat down across from me and continued with her portion of the dinner, all with a smile from ear to ear. It appeared I had made her day with just three words.
“Do you mind if I ask you something?”
“Shoot, darling.”
“Do not take this the wrong way, because I am enjoying the occasion, but why did you ask me here tonight?”
“Well honey, Jed’s been working longer hours than a one-legged cat in a sandpit, and these other suburban moms and their two-faced shenanigans, well, bless my heart, I just can’t get along with them no matter how much Southern charm I pour out. But when I went to your house yesterday, I saw someone going through it too. Granted, for different reasons, but struggling just the same. I figured we could be there for each other, even if it were an unconventional friendship. Having a friend sure is nice.”
“Friends? Well, it is nice having more of those.”
“You’re right as rain about that. And I can see plain as day that you’re a good soul, and you don’t care one bit about my accent. Truth be told, those folks around here who judge others for how they talk or look are a bunch of narrow-minded fools if you ask me.”
It was refreshing to hear someone from the South talk about discrimination in a way that did not fit the stereotype. Adelaide was a woman of Southern class, but there was much more than met the eye. I was looking forward to our friendship growing into whatever it could be.
“Now tell me a little more about yerself, Jason. Since we’re new friends and all.”
“I am an only child, I went to a local university —- and I am actually in graduate school now.”
“Graduate school, fer what?”
“Considering what I said earlier, you might laugh, but media studies.” I chuckled nervously.
“Don’t we have a hypocrite right here? For what reason are ya still studying something ya do not believe in?”
“I developed my skills for four years and still enjoy the actual work, so I think it would be a waste not to use my talents.”
“Sure, sure, but what are you planning to do with that in terms of your career?”
“I figure I can go into PR, marketing, or something. I am not really dead set on anything. Opportunities will come.”
“Sweetie, this ain’t the field of dreams. If you build it, they won’t come. You gotta seize the moment yerself, or someone else will seize it first.”
“Maybe you are right, but how did you get to where you are.” I gesture to everything around me. “You seem to have a few things figured out, at least.”
“I rolled up my sleeves, and I worked hard for it. I come from a working-class family in Northern Georgia. We did not have much, but I still got myself here.”
“Brava,” I do a bit of a sarcastic clap. “I was more asking for the step-by-step than anything else.”
“I see someone is getting a bit big for their britches here, sardonic clappin’ and all that.” Adelaide used a serious tone before she broke out into momentary laughter, unable to keep a straight face.
“Well, I reckon I had some years as tough as boot leather. That first year after Auburn, when I landed in Atlanta, was one for the books. Took me a right smart time to find my footing, but finally, I ended up teachin’ yoga at a studio. That put me on a path that’s led me to where I am today, and I wouldn’t trade it for all the sweet tea in Georgia.”
“See, I get that. But it feels like opportunities are not distributed like they used to be. At least not to me anyway.”
“Well, honey, ya just gotta be ready for whatever comes yer way. I was a good ol’ Southern gal, but when the opportunity to read that Kama Sutra presented itself, I didn’t shy away from it. In fact, I dare say I enjoyed it! I didn’t listen to what society, my family, or anybody else had to say — I just did what felt right for me. The yoga job came out of that exploration.”
“Wait, what?!?” I almost choked on my water, thinking about what this suburban housewife told me straight-faced. “How did you even come across books like that in your circumstances?”
“Let me tell you, darlin’ after I got back from France. I started reading all kinds of folks like Maslow, Rogers, and Frankl. But when I got into Jung, things started to click. I started to get into astrology, the Kama Sutra ain’t too distant from that, and the rest is history. By the way, in case you were wondering, I’m an Aquarius through and through.”
Humanism to astrology to a sacred text to yoga. I was awestruck by how she got from one point to the other: “at this point, nothing should surprise me about you.”
“Hold on now. I did all them Southern things too. I went to youth group and cotillion and learned to curtsy and dance like a proper Southern Belle. I even debuted at the Debutante Ball in my hometown of Blue Ridge. But ya know what? That don’t mean I can’t break the mold and do my own thang too.”
“You are too much. You should have a Youtube channel or something.”
“I do have a whole slew of social media accounts, including Instagram, Youtube, Facebook, TikTok, and Pinterest. But I reckon you already knew that, didn’t ya? A fine gentleman like you must have already taken a peek at my photos and videos online.”
I could feel my face getting hot as I blushed, “yeah, maybe just a little bit.”
“Well, there’s another reason I invited you over here. As I said before, my hubby’s been working longer hours than a one-armed paper hanger since we moved here. And with all these other folks around here with their noses in the air, I just ain’t got no one to turn to. So, I was thinkin’, maybe you and I could help each out in a different kind of way.”
“—different kind of way?”
“I was just thinkin’ that maybe we could be a little more than friends. Ya know, like those young’uns say these days, ‘friends with benefits’. But only if you’re interested, of course.”
“Are you actually asking what I think you are?”
“Sure am.”
“What about your husband and your kid.”
“What they don’t know ain’t gonna hurt’em none. We’re just two consenting adults having a little private arrangement if you catch my drift. No need to go blabbin’ to anyone else about it.”
“I mean, I am flattered, and you understand what I think of you physically, but I just do not know.”
Despite being given the keys to the kingdom, I was still deciding if I even wanted to unlock the door and let this positive chaos in my life. But, just in this past conversation, it had become clear to me that sometimes a chance like this will not come twice, and as Adelaide said, you have to make it your moment.
Adelaide pulled her trump card, “I’ll drop to my knees and git ‘er done straight away. So, how about it?”
Internally, I hesitated, but externally my body knew what it wanted. I nod, just ever so slightly.
“Don’t be shy now, darlin’. I need a straight-shootin’ yah or nay, as crystal clear as the blue skies over yonder. So what’ll it be?”
“Yes, yes!” I can feel my desire overtaking me. “Please suck my cock.”
She did not need to be asked twice as she darted to my seat. She yanked my chair over, away from the table. Then ran into the other room and came back with a throw pillow. Adelaide tossed it on the hardwood floor in front of where I was sitting. Once kneeling before me like a church girl at a pew, she quickly undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. After she got my fly undone, she grabbed the edge of my pants and boxers.
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