Ann Douglas

Saturday Night At The Pavilion
by Ann Douglas

Sean Reynolds sat on the edge of the bed, with only a white bath towel draped across
his lap to protect his modesty - a modesty that was in serious danger from the sight only a dozen
or so feet away. Short of closing his eyes, it would've been impossible for the twenty-one year
old redhead not to see the woman in whose name the motel room had been registered. She
had, after all, left the door to the bathroom wide open, just so he could watch her.

Clad in a pair of black panties and a matching push up bra, the dark haired woman was,
Sean well knew, only a few years younger than his own mother. Not that he could ever imagine
his mother looking anything like the woman in the bathroom, not even back when she had been
his age.

Totally enthralled, Sean continued to watch as she took a small spray bottle from a
toiletry kit on the vanity and sprayed herself with the contents. First on one wrist, which she then
rubbed against the other, then her forearms as well, followed by a squirt down the folds of her
breasts, and finally a quick burst across the front of her panties. The thirty-eight year old turned
and gave him a brief smile before stepping towards the doorway, richly exaggerating the sway of
her hips and breasts as she did.

Moving into the bedroom, she paused by the bureau, giving him the chance to take a
good look at her in the full light. One hand rested on her hip as the other brushed across her
rounded breasts, outstretched fingers drawing attention to their fullness. Then, with an inviting
smile on her face, she closed the distance between them, stopping just close enough to the bed
for Sean to bring his hands around and cup the cheeks of her ass - a gesture that broadened her
smile. At the same time, the brunette brought her hands to the sides of the young man's face,
gently guiding it between her breasts.

Deeply inhaling the mix of her own natural scent and that which she had sprayed there,
Sean marveled at the amazing turn of events that had brought him to this place and time, one
that, even in his most outlandish fantasies, he could never have imagined possible.

The woman reached down and slipped her hand beneath the towel, closing her fingers
around the hardness she found there. A pleased smile filled her face as she ran her hand up and
down its length, gently stroking it until the motion of her hand caused to towel to drop away.

-=-=-

"Hey Sean, pass me the steak sauce again, will ya?" Mark Sullivan asked across the table as he
put down the fork after tasting his entrée.

Sean picked up the small bottle and handed it to his friend, wondering how he could even taste
the meat on his plate with the amount of sauce he had already drowned it in. Still, it was Mark's
stomach, not his, and he was the one who would have to deal with it later. Sean had ordered the
chicken, figuring that would sit better after they'd had a few drinks later on.

They, Mark, Kurt Walsh, and himself, had come to McGuire's Steakhouse after work to have
some dinner before heading over to the Pavilion, a popular dance club that was frequented by
both townies and students from the local college. The choice of the Pavilion was really a no-
brainer, as there were few other places to really go in Oak Hills on a Saturday night - at least,
none with a two to one female to male ratio, which was its main point of attraction.

"Hey guys," Kurt interrupted, "don't look now, but I think that woman at the bar is checking us
out."

Ignoring his instruction, both Mark and Sean looked up from the table and turned in the direction
Kurt had indicated. As they did, the youngest of the group added that he had first noticed her
looking at them a few minutes before.

This early in the evening, the restaurant was sparsely populated and the booths to their right and
left were empty. So it was pretty much a certainty that she had indeed been staring at the three
of them, something which she continued to do for a few long moments, even after they had
begun to return the attention. Then, in a casual motion, she turned around and picked up her
drink off the bar.

"What do you think that was all about?" Sean wondered out loud as he shifted his attention back
to his own table.

"Isn't it obvious?" Mark said with a laugh as he followed suit. "Young or old, the ladies can't
keep their eyes off the Markster."

Both of his friends laughed, although Sean's was only half-hearted. The three of them had been
friends since high school, with only a few months' age difference between Sean and Kurt and an
additional year and a half separating the two of them from Mark. That had been the result of the
latter having to repeat two grades along the way. All of them now worked for the construction
company owned by Mark's uncle.

While Mark and Kurt shifted to another subject, Sean took a second, longer look at the woman
at the bar. She was wearing a short sleeved purple blouse and white slacks, along with a pair of
low black loafers. Her dark hair was cut short, but in the dim light it was hard to get a good look
at her face - other than to see that she was, for her age, still attractive.

"Hey, did I tell you guys that I went out with Paula Papadopulos last weekend?" Mark said,
changing the conversation back to him. "Talk about a set of knockers," the crew cut blond
added, making a few additional comments about the size and shape of her nipples, the
insinuation being that he was describing them from a first hand observation.

Mark tossed in a few more comments about Paula's anatomy, but as had become the norm of
late, Sean had already stopped paying attention. In recent months, he'd grown tired of the way
Mark always acted like they were all still back in high school. The reason Mark did so, the
redhead had come to believe, was because those had been his glory days, and it had all pretty
much been downhill since.

Sean himself never claimed to be an angel, and since losing his virginity in high school had
enjoyed reasonable success with girls. He just found it impossible to believe that any guy scored
as much as his friend claimed to, at least here in Oak Hill. It had become Sean's practice to take
the number of girls Mark claimed he got to second base with, and reduce it by a third. For third
base, an additional third dropped off and he never counted even half of the girls Mark professed
to have hit home runs with.

Kurt, who, Sean believed, had never gotten past second base with any girl in his life, took
everything Mark said at face value. In his eyes, Mark was a legendary stud with a track record
that movie stars and professional athletes could only envy.

Soon enough they were done with their meals and, after Sean again reminded Mark that a fair tip
was fifteen and not ten percent, they all got up from the booth and started for the door. As he
had been getting up from his seat, Sean noticed that the woman at the bar was again looking in
their direction. Still curious, he decided not to follow Mark and Kurt down the path between
tables toward the exit, but instead took a more circular route, one that would take him past the
bar, allowing him a better look at the woman sitting there.

As he did so, Sean casually glanced at the woman, giving her a friendly smile which she returned
noncommittally. He found that he was correct in his initial appraisal, she was indeed attractive,
but more importantly she also seemed familiar somehow. But then again, he thought that about
many women, especially if they were pretty. Having gotten no reaction from her, however, he
chalked it up to his imagination and went on his way.

He'd gotten about a half-dozen steps, when the woman did say something that stopped him in his
tracks. She'd used a name that he hadn't gone by in nearly four years.

"Rusty?" he heard the woman say from behind him, "Rusty Reynolds?"

Sean turned around and retraced his steps, giving the woman on the stool a longer, much more
intensive look as he did so. It took a few moments more than it should have, but a name finally
popped into his head to go along with the now familiar face.

"Mrs. Willoughby?" he asked, the touch of hesitation in his tone reflecting the fact that the
woman before him had much shorter, and perhaps darker, hair than he remembered.

A glow of acknowledgement filled her face, telling him that he had remembered correctly.
Selecting his words carefully, Sean offered that he had thought her familiar when he'd first seen
her, but had hesitated to say anything because he just wasn't sure.

Mrs. Willoughby replied that she'd had a similar reaction when she'd spotted him at the table with
his friends, but had hesitated for the same reason. Given their surroundings, it was too easy for
even an innocent comment to be misconstrued.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries, until Mark and Kurt, who had finally noticed Sean
hadn't been behind them, crossed the dining area and came up to the bar.

"Guys, this is Mrs. Willoughby," Sean said in introduction and explanation once he realized they
were there. "She used to live just a few houses down from me, back when I was in junior high."

Mark and Kurt both said hello, as Sean took note of Mark's visible disappointment on discovering
that he hadn't been the object of the older woman's notice after all. That her interest had been
totally innocuous failed to lessen that regret.

"Her daughter, Karen was in our class," Sean added. "You guys remember her, don't you?"

The name didn't ring any bells with Kurt, but by the change in expression on Mark's face it was
obvious it certainly did with him. Sean would've bet the cashed paycheck in his pocket that Mark
was remembering that Karen, who was undeniably one of the prettiest girls in their class, had
repeatedly turned down Mark when he'd asked her out. To make matters worse, at least in the
older student's eyes, she'd said yes the first time Sean asked and went out with him almost an
entire summer.

"Oh yeah, Karen," Mark said with indifference, trying to sound like he barely remembered her.

Sean and Mrs. Willoughby chatted for a few minutes more, until Mark glanced down at his watch
and remarked that they really should get going. A suggestion with which, as with all other things
Mark, Kurt quickly agreed.

"Well it was really nice running into all of you," Mrs. Willoughby said with a broad smile. "A pity
that we don't had the time to catch up, Sean," she added directly to him, "but be sure to say
hello to your parents for me."

By the time Sean began to follow, his friends were already a dozen steps ahead of him, and he
made the distance greater when, after a few steps of his own, he stopped and seemed to be
considering a thought. The moment passed and he called out to them to wait up.

"Hey guys," Sean said once he reached them, "I was just thinking. Why don't you go ahead
without me?" -- adding after a pause, "I'll catch up with you later."

Mark didn't seem too happy with the suggestion, unwilling to lose half his entourage. Kurt, Sean
noticed, was waiting for Mark to actually voice his opinion before expressing his own, as if there
was any doubt that it would be any different.

Sean looked again at Mark, then at Kurt, thinking that if it took this long for either of them to
make such a simple decision, he definitely needed to start looking for some new friends. He
pointed out that it would be a few hours until the Pavilion really started to fill up, but even that
didn't seem to provoke a response.

"Do whatever you want," Mark finally said as if it made no difference to him, his tone much the
same as when he remembered Karen Willoughby a short time before. "Come now, come later,
or don't come at all. Either way, it really makes no difference to me."

With that, Mark turned and headed for the exit. So abrupt had been his action that it took Kurt a
few seconds to realize he was gone and had to scurry to catch up with him.

From her vantage point back at the bar, Mrs. Willoughby had been watching the conversation,
even if she couldn't hear what was being said. She was surprised when Sean's friends turned
and left and he himself walked back towards her. Sliding into the bar stool next to her, Sean said
that it looked like they had time to catch up after all.

"Oh, I didn't mean for you to walk out on your friends," Mrs. Willoughby said, her tone masking
the fact that she wasn't exactly unhappy at the turn of events.

"No big thing," Sean said with a smile. "I'll catch up with them later on."

"Well, in that case," the older woman smiled back, "how about I buy you a drink and we can
catch up properly." She turned back to catch the bartender's attention, but then paused, turning
back to Sean as she remembered that he was born the same year as her daughter. "You are old
enough to drink, right?"

Sean assured her that he was indeed, leaving out the fact that he had only been legally able to
do so for the last three weeks.

-=-=-

The bartender had insisted on seeing the proof of that before delivering the two beers that Mrs.
Willoughby ordered. Since many people commented that Sean still looked like he was in high
school, he'd already had his driver's license out by the time the bartender had asked. Once the
drinks had been delivered, the older woman suggested they move over to one of the empty
tables on the other side of the bar where they'd be more comfortable.

"So how is Karen doing these days?" Sean asked, once they had settled in at the table, thinking
that was as good a way as any to start the conversation.

"Oh, she's doing fine," Mrs. Willoughby said as she took a sip of her drink out of the glass mug.
"She's just finishing up at Midwestern, getting her bachelor's in business administration."

"That's great news," Sean said with genuine enthusiasm. "She was always putting the rest of us
to shame with her grades. I always knew she'd go far."

"She's also planning to get married right after graduation," the older woman offered, having
seemed to hesitate a moment before sharing that particular bit of news.

"Really?" Sean said in surprise, marriage being not even a topic of discussion among friends his
age. "Who's the lucky guy?" he asked.

This time Mrs. Willoughby's pause before answering was even more noticeable, giving Sean the
impression that she was perhaps regretting bringing the subject up at all. The idea that Karen
might be pregnant offered itself, since he couldn't think of any other reason why someone his
age would want to get married. The dark haired woman took a long sip from her glass, further
delaying her answer.

"Her name is Bernadette," she finally said.

It took a few seconds for what she'd said to register on Sean's face, but once it did, all he could
say was, "Wow!"

"Yeah, it pretty much took me by surprise too," Mrs. Willoughby said, the smile returning to her
face. "Evidently, I didn't know my little girl as well as I thought I did. This isn't, she has made
very clear, a college infatuation. She's been attracted to girls her whole life."

A bit stunned by the news, Sean said the first thing that popped into his head, not really thinking
how inappropriate it was considering who was sitting across the table from him. No sooner had
the words come out of his mouth that he realized his error and apologized.

"No wonder I never gotten past first base with her," he'd said.

"It's okay, Sean," Mrs. Willoughby laughed, "I can still remember what boys and girls do when
they go out on a date."

"Well, it's good that you're okay with it," Sean said, referring to her daughter's sexual preference
and not his awkward comment.

"Well, to be honest, I really wasn't, at first," she replied. "Like most mothers, I was expecting to
wind up with a son-in-law one of these days. But after a bit of thought, and the realization that I
really have little control over the situation, I've accepted the fact I'm going to have a second
daughter instead."

Sean took another drink of beer, if only to give himself time to think of what to say next and
avoid another misstep. While he did, he wondered how his own mother might react if his sister,
Nora, had ever dropped a bombshell like that. Certainly not as calmly as Mrs. Willoughby
seemed to be doing. Then again, he couldn't ever imagine Nora in that situation. His big sister
might be a bit indiscriminate in choosing fuck buddies, but Nora and another girl - no way. What
didn't occur to him was until five minutes ago he probably thought the same thing about Karen.

"So how's Mr. Willoughby doing?" he asked, thinking to steer the conversation to a safer topic.

Again as before, no sooner had the words left his mouth, Sean realized that he'd probably just
jumped from the proverbial frying pan into the fire. When the Willoughbys had moved away six
years before, they had been in the middle of a divorce.

"Oh, he's fine," she said with a smile, seeming to take no offense to the question. "In fact I had
a pleasant conversation with him just last week."

Mrs. Willoughby went on to say that theirs had been a mostly amicable divorce and they had
managed to remain, if not spouses, then at least friends.

"Contrary to some of the rumors spread around by the neighborhood gossips back then, Carl and
I didn't break up because he was sleeping with his secretary," she added. "Although for all that I
bothered to inquire about it, he could've been. What I did know for sure was that sleeping was
the only thing happening in the conjugal bed."

Seeing the look of confusion on Sean's face, Mrs. Willoughby decided to expand her comment a
bit more.

"Anyone who could do simple math knew that I was pregnant with Karen when Carl and I got
married right after high school. Those things sometimes happen, no matter how careful you try
to be. Looking back, I'm not sure what we had was really love, but we certainly thought it was at
the time. And Carl was determined to do the right thing. So we got married and for the first ten
years or so we made it work. But then, as Karen got older and more independent, we began to
have less and less in common, until finally we were just two people sharing a house and a pile of
monthly bills."

"Mrs. Willoughby, I…" Sean started to say, but was interrupted.

"I do have a first name, Sean and I'm pretty sure you're old enough to use it instead of Mrs.
Willoughby," she said. "In case you've forgotten, it's Elaine."

"I remember," Sean smiled. He had considered using it before, but then remembered how out
of joint one of his mother's friends had gotten when he'd called her by her first name.

"I kept the last name after the divorce, though," Elaine concluded. "After all, I was Elaine
Willoughby a lot longer than I was Elaine Murphy."

Sean nodded his head, thinking that made sense.

"So what is it that you do now?" Elaine asked, shifting the topic once more as she signaled the
bartender that they'd have another round.

Sean explained that he didn't need to get his SAT scores back in high school to know he wasn't
college material. So, after graduation, he went to work for Sullivan Construction, and as it turned
out, he was pretty good at it. He'd learned a great deal in the last four years, earning two
promotions and more importantly, a good raise every year.

"Well it looks like construction agrees with you," Elaine said, taking a moment to note a well
developed but not muscle bound physique. "I remember you as being a lot skinnier back in
junior high school."

"Thanks," Sean replied, thinking as he did that he remembered pretty much the opposite about
her, another reason why he didn't recognize her right off. Not that he would ever say such a
thing.

"Anyone special in your life?" Elaine asked as the drinks were brought over to the table and the
now empty glasses taken away.

"Not really," Sean said, taking a small sip of the new mug. "Oh, I go out and have fun when I
can, but I'm not looking to settle down into a relationship anytime soon."

"Good for you, Sean," Elaine said, taking a larger taste of her own second round. "I dearly love
my daughter, and would never trade the years she was growing up, but at the same time, I
sometimes wonder what my life might have been like if I hadn't married so young. I mean, up
until I was seventeen, people looked at me and saw Matthew and Phyllis Murphy's daughter.
Then, I went right to being Carl Willoughby's wife and then Karen Willoughby's mother. It's only
now that I'm finally getting the chance to explore what it means to be just Elaine."

Sean considered what she was saying and decided he was glad he wasn't going to have to wait
twenty years to discover who he was.

"So what are you doing now?" Sean asked, again moving the conversation forward. "Do you
work or…?"

"Well, after we moved out of Oak Hills, I found a nice place over in Riverside," Elaine replied,
giving Sean a moment to place the town, which was about two hours north. "I opened a small
lingerie boutique and, despite the odds, I have to say I've done pretty well with it."

Sean had a momentary flash as to what Elaine might look like in some of her own products, then
he banished it from his mind. Hopefully, the image, of which he was sure she wouldn't approve
of, hadn't reflected on his face.

"As to what I'm doing here, well, I'm attending a two day business seminar over at the Lincoln
Inn, just down the road." Elaine added. "It made more sense for me just to get a room for the
night than to drive all the way home and then back again in the morning."

Sean agreed with a nod.

Their exchange moved across a few more topics, until Elaine glanced at the clock on the wall
and realized they'd been talking over an hour. Despite the difference in ages, the two of them
had just seemed to connect and time had raced by.

"Not that I haven't been enjoying this immensely," Elaine said once she realized the time, "but
shouldn't you be heading off to meet your friends?

"I just said that I might meet them," Sean replied, stretching the truth a bit because he was also
enjoying himself. "They'd do fine without me if I didn't."

"I'm sure they would," Elaine agreed, "but I'm just as sure that they weren't the only people you
were going to the Pavilion to meet."

That, Sean had to admit, was true.

"And who knows," Elaine added with a mischievous grin, "you might even get lucky."

With that, Sean actually blushed. The nights conversation had certainly gone in directions he'd
never imagined it going with any of his parents' friends, much less the mother of a girl he once
dated.

"Oh, come on now, don't get all embarrassed," Elaine laughed when she saw the redness in his
face. "You're not going to sit there and try and tell me that, on a Saturday night, a young man
your age isn't looking to get laid."

Sean didn't reply, at least not verbally.

"And let me tell you something, my young Mr. Reynolds," Elaine said with the same
mischievous grin. "Although they might not be as up front about it, there are quite a few young
ladies out there looking for the same thing."

As before, Sean knew that to be true, but had never heard it said out loud - at least by a grown
woman. Ignoring it totally, he instead inquired as to what Elaine's plans were for the rest of the
evening.

"Well, first of all, I think I'll stop putting these away," she said, referring to the now empty glass
in front of her, not adding that she'd passed her normal limit at least one drink ago. "Then I
guess I'll just go back to my room and see what's on pay per view."

"That doesn't sound like much fun," Sean noted.

Elaine just shrugged.

"If you want, you could always come to the Pavilion, with me," he offered.

"Sean Reynolds, are you asking me out on a date?" Elaine said in mock surprise.

"No, no…," he stammered at the implication that he had, "I just meant that it's not just young
people that go there, and …" the redhead said.

"Oh, so they have a place for the old folk too," Elaine laughed.

"I didn't mean it that way either," Sean insisted.

"Honey, I know that you didn't," Elaine again said with a laugh. "I was just pulling your chain."

Sean smiled when he realized that was indeed what she was doing.

"A good movie and a restful night's sleep is good enough for me," Elaine said. "You, however,
need to go out and have some fun."

Accepting that she was right, Sean finally agreed.

-=-=-

After an hour at the Pavilion, Sean was already considering calling it a night. A consideration
hardly due to lack of opportunity, as the expected two to one ratio had again held true. It was, as
Mike liked to say, a target rich environment. The problem was that, of the girls he danced or
shared a drink with, he found none all that interesting. Not even the two who'd dropped hints that
their favorite kind of dancing was horizontal.

He'd run into both Mark and Kurt soon after he'd first arrived, but split off from them just as
quickly. Afterwards he'd spotted Kurt out on the dance floor with a rather pretty girl, but had no
idea where Mark had gone off to. With the number of girls looking to work off the stress of a
hard work week or recent college finals, Sean considered the possibility that whatever story his
older friend told come Monday morning might actually be true this time.

Watching Kurt for another minute, Sean began to consider that perhaps he was being too
particular. He should take Elaine's advice and just have some fun. After all, he wasn't looking
for Miss Right, just Miss Right Now. It wasn't hard to find another candidate; sometimes all you
had to do was simply ask if she wanted to dance.

"So what do you do?" the blonde co-ed Sean had been dancing with asked as they came off the
dance floor.

"I work at construction," he replied, following her to a more quiet part of the club where they
could at least be heard without shouting over the music.

"Cool," she smiled, "I love a guy who's good with his hands."

Sean smiled back.

"Dorothy," she said as they moved into the corner, repeating her name in case he hadn't gotten
it out on the dance floor.

"Sean," he replied, for much the same reason.

"Well, Sean," Dorothy said as she brought her mouth up to his ear so that only he could hear
her, "can I ask you a personal question?"

The question gave Sean pause, then he took another good look at the buxom blonde and the
outfit she was wearing, or perhaps the right phrase should be, not wearing. Then he answered
that yes, she could indeed.

"Do you like to fuck?" she whispered in his ear.

'Okay,' Sean thought as he digested her words, 'no mistaking what she's looking for.'

"I've been known to indulge," he grinned, thinking the line just different enough to be cute.

"Good, 'cause I really need a hard cock tonight," Dorothy said as she pressed her breasts
against him and kissed him on the lips. "It's been a bitch of a week."

Sean could feel his cock responding as her body pressed against him, an erection she couldn't
help but feel.

'Okay, Miss Right Now it is,' he thought as she withdrew her tongue from his mouth.

"Do you have a place we can go?" Dorothy asked as she continued to press her body against
his, "My roommate has the dorm tonight and I don't do it in bathrooms or cars."

As little as a few weeks ago, Sean answer would've been no, unless he was willing to spring for a
room at one of the more inexpensive motels in the area - inexpensive because they tended to
rent their rooms by the hour. That had changed, however, with his parents' acknowledgement of
his need for some adult privacy and their help in converting the storage room over the garage
into living quarters. It wasn't much, but it was certainly better than a motel or even a college
dorm.

"I have my own apartment," Sean replied, his answer causing her eyes to open wide.

"Then what say we give it a go?" Dorothy asked, giving his cock a playful squeeze through his
pants, both to give him a little encouragement as well as to check out his package. The smile on
her face said she hadn't been disappointed with what she found.

Taking Dorothy by the hand, Sean began to work their way through the crowd. The number of
people in the club had to have doubled in the time he'd been there, and they'd almost become
separated twice as they crossed the now packed club. They were only about twenty feet from
the door when, out of the corner of his eye, Sean spotted a now familiar face. Or at least he
thought he had, as it disappeared in the multitude just as quickly as it had appeared.

"What the hell?" he said out loud, stopping so abruptly that Dorothy crashed into his back.

"What's the matter?" Dorothy asked once she steadied herself.

"I think I just saw someone I know," Sean explained.

"So," Dorothy said, "I see a lot of people in here that I know."

"I… if it was who I thought it was, I need to talk to her," Sean said, realizing that really made
little sense.

"Are you fucking serious?" Dorothy asked, the tone and volume of her voice abruptly becoming
much more intense. "You and I are about to go and... " she added, dropping off that which didn't
really need to be said, "but now you want me to wait while you run off and chase some other
bitch that you think you saw."

"It'll only be a few minutes," Sean said, without thinking that there was no guarantee that, even if
it had been her, that he could find her in this crowd.

"Baby," the now angry blonde said, pressing out her partially exposed breasts, "you had better
take a good look at what you're passing up, 'cause I don't give out rain checks."

By the time the words were out of her mouth, Sean had already offered a feeble apology and
was pushing his way through the crowd in the opposite direction, leaving Dorothy behind. If he
had heard what she'd said, he gave no indication.

If someone were to ask him why he had just given up a sure thing to run off in search of a
woman who might not even be there, Sean didn't have a clue how he would answer. All he was
sure of was that earlier in the evening, when they had been doing nothing more than just talking,
he had been enjoying himself more than he had in months. So even if all he could look forward
to was continuing that talk, he felt himself compelled to do so.

Five minutes of searching turned quickly to ten, then fifteen and twenty, leading Sean to
conclude that perhaps he had indeed been mistaken, seeing what he wished he could see rather
than what he actually had. Perhaps his thought of earlier in the evening had been right after all.
He should just call it a night and head home.

No sooner had he brought that thought back into consideration, than there was a brief opening in
the crowd to his left and there, standing against one of the small bars that lined the dance floor,
stood the object of his search. She had traded her blouse and slacks for a sleek black cocktail
dress, but there was no mistake this time as to her identity. The crowd once more closed
between them, but Sean pushed his way through.

"Come here often?" Sean asked as he came up behind her.

"Actually, it's my first time," Elaine said without missing a beat, turning around as she did so. "A
friend recommended it."

Once she had fully turned, Sean was momentarily stunned when he saw how low cut her dress
was. Involuntarily, he couldn't help but compare the bounty before him with what he
remembered having belonged to Karen Willoughby, quickly deciding that his former girlfriend
came up second best.

"Nice dress," he managed to say once his voice returned, bringing his eyes back up to meet
hers. "Do you always pack something like that to go to a seminar?"

"It's just a little something that I toss in my overnight bag when I travel," Elaine grinned. "You
never know when it might come in handy."

"I can't believe you actually came," Sean finally said, trying to push the dress, and what it barely
concealed from his mind.

"Well, as it turned out," Elaine grinned impishly, "there was absolutely nothing worth watching
on pay for view."

-=-=-

The truth was, Elaine had actually been intrigued by Sean's invitation when he'd first made it,
however innocent it had been. Not enough to have accepted it, but enough to have it not so
easily dismissed. She of course had heard about the Pavilion during her own high school days,
but had never actually gone there, because she was married by the time she was old enough.
Just another of those things she wondered if she'd missed out on.

Then, leaving the restaurant to go back to her motel room, she overheard two women about her
age talking about going there later in the evening. Evidently, it had indeed changed quite a bit
since she lived in Oak Hill, catering now to a much more varied clientele - at least age-wise.
That had been enough for the idea to take root in still fertile ground.

By the time she'd gotten back to her room, it had quickly become no longer a matter of why she
would go, but rather more in the line of why the hell not. Given what the crowd had to be like on
a Saturday night, she never expected to actually run into Sean again, but now that she had, she
found herself quite pleased.

"I'm really glad you came," Sean said again, still not believing that she had.

"Well, you made it sound so interesting," Elaine replied.

"It is, now that you're here," Sean smiled. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked,
glancing back at the bar behind them.

"I think I'll pass on that for a bit," Elaine said, remembering the one too many beers she'd had
back at McGuire's.

"Then would you like to dance?" he asked.

"Aren't you afraid some of your friends might see you out with an old lady? Elaine asked, her
question only half in jest.

"Why, is there someone else you want me to dance with?" Sean replied, his smile growing
larger as he did.

"Flattery will get you…" Elaine started to say, then thought better of it. "Well it will get you a
dance at least."

"I'll settle for that," Sean said as he took Elaine's hand and led her out on the dance floor.

Earlier, when she had first arrived, Elaine had been glad to see that at least a quarter of the
patrons filling the dance club were people near her own age. As she and Sean moved out on the
dance floor, she was even more relieved to see that there were more than a few women dancing
with partners younger than themselves. At least she wouldn't draw attention as being the only
one.

The band has just begun a set of slow dances and Sean eagerly took her into his arms, holding
her tight as they began to move about the dance floor. As the song went on, Elaine wondered if
perhaps their bodies were pressed a bit closer than might have been appropriate, but it felt so
good that she didn't give voice to her concern. Still, as the first song ended and they continued
right into the second, she also wondered if perhaps she had taken harmless flirting a bit too far.
Then, an even more worrisome thought filled her head. Had it really been just harmless flirting?

Also during that second dance, Sean, who was only about an inch taller than Elaine, realized that
he'd spent just about the entire dance staring down her dress, the exposed cleavage causing a
predictable reaction. One that Elaine, like Dorothy earlier, couldn't help but be aware of.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, a touch of embarrassment in his voice, taking a half step back as to
create a small space between them.

"For what?" Elaine whispered back, trying to act as if she hadn't noticed, but being betrayed by
the smile on her face.

A smile that Sean couldn't help but reflect.

"It's a perfectly normal reaction," Elaine said, her smile growing broader. "I've never understood
women who put their assets on display for all to see, then become offended when someone
actually takes notice of them."

That surprised Sean. Once he'd realized what he'd been doing, and how his body had reacted,
his mind had immediately flashed back to what he thought of as the cousin Jenny incident. A
year ago, he had been dancing, at his mother's insistence, with his distant cousin Jenny at her
brother's wedding. Ten years older and twenty-five pounds heavier, the blonde had a rack that
was practically spilling out of her dress. A similar reaction had occurred, but rather than laugh it
off as Elaine had just done, Jenny had instead called him a pervert and stormed off the dance
floor.

"Then you're not mad?" Sean asked, just wanting to be sure.

"Honey, if anything, I should be flattered," Elaine said as she pulled him back against her, closing
the gap he had created. What brief concerns she had but a few minutes ago had now been
tossed aside.

They continued to dance and a common thought came to each other them independently: this
was nice.

Again they both smiled at each other, and then Elaine did something she very rarely did - she
acted on impulse. Without even considering the consequences of her actions, she leaned
forward and kissed Sean. The twenty-one year old was taken totally by surprise as her mouth
covered his, more so when he felt her tongue slip inside and brush up against his own.

As they broke the kiss, Elaine waited a long second to see if he had any negative reaction. To
her relief, none was forthcoming. Then, as if nothing had happened, they simply began dancing
again as the band began yet a third slow tune.

"This is getting dangerous," Elaine thought, wondering what Sean thought of it all.

But dangerous or not, it was certainly exciting. So exciting in fact, that Elaine found herself
thinking thoughts that, if she'd had a more clear head, would certainly never have entered her
mind. Or at least she liked to think they wouldn't have.

If she could look into Sean's mind, Elaine would've discovered not dissimilar thoughts. The
young man really couldn't explain why, but he was having more fun than he'd had in a very long
time. He wasn't sure where this was going, but happy just to go along for the ride.

The last dance of the set ended and the two of them began to slowly walk off the floor. It was
quiet for the moment as a new band began to take the place of the old. Given the broad mix of
patrons, the Pavilion rotated the style of music throughout the night.

"That was fun," Sean said as they found an open spot at the far end of the bar.

"Yes, it was," Elaine agreed.

"Do you think you'd like that drink now?" Sean asked.

"No, I think I'll still pass on that," she replied.

"Okay," he said.

"Sean," Elaine said softly and slowly, leaning in towards him so that not even the couple only a
few feet away from them could hear her voice, "could I ask you something?"

"Anything," he immediately replied, feeling none of the trepidation he'd felt when Dorothy had
asked a similar question earlier.

"All right," Elaine said, taking a long deep breath. "Taking it as a given that this is probably the
most insane thing that I've ever done, I was wondering if, by any chance, you would want to
come back to my motel with me and spend the night?"

It took less than a single heartbeat for Sean to give her an answer.

-=-=-

Holding Elaine tightly, Sean kissed the top of each of her breasts, then pulled her head down
toward him until their lips met. The kiss was long and soft; there was no need to rush as they
had all night, each moment of which both were determined to savor.

With his open hand against Elaine's bare back, Sean guided her down onto the mattress, quickly
undoing her bra once she was there. The black material fell free, exposing the smooth, rounded
orbs beneath it, each capped by a hard pink nipple. One of which instantly disappeared within
Sean's mouth, causing a soft moan of delight from the older woman's lips.

Gently Sean squeezed each mound, moving his mouth back and forth between each, stopping to
kiss Elaine on the lips in between. His excitement and enthusiasm were overwhelming, and
Elaine was content to just let him do whatever he wanted - her time would come soon enough.

After what seemed a very long time, at least to them, Sean backed off just enough that he could
reach down and slide off the brunette's panties. Elaine of course had to lift her bottom ever so
slightly to help, a well practiced maneuver that Sean didn't even notice. That done, the younger
man dropped off the side of the bed, his knees coming to rest on the floor even as his hands ran
up across Elaine's body, caressing the warm flesh.

He started at her breasts, working his way down across her stomach and finally down to the dark
hairy bush that covered her mound. With her eyes tightly closed, the better to savor the touch of
his hands, Elaine couldn't see the fascination her abundance of hair held for Sean. Most girls he
knew either shaved down there or kept it tightly trimmed. The natural state of Elaine's sex was
to him the mark of a real woman.

Opening the folds of her pussy with his fingers, Sean gently worked his fingers inside, using his
thumbs to play with her clit. The manipulations of his fingers caused Elaine to squirm back and
forth on the bed, moans of encouragement filling the air.

Then without warning she felt the wetness of his tongue replace the hardness of his fingers as
Sean began to lick her pussy with even greater enthusiasm than he had her breasts. With a
dexterity that she found surprising for someone of his age, he seemed to be hitting all the right
spots and showed no sign of this being just an obligatory prelude. It was evident almost from the
start that he was genuinely enjoying himself.

The depth and frequency of his tongue thrusts increased, as did Elaine's reactions. Back and
forth she rolled on the bed, delighting in the pleasing waves of passion washing over her and
continuing to moan longer and louder. Few men her own age had made her feel this good with
just their tongue.

Reaching down with one hand, the other being busy playing with her breasts, Elaine ran her
fingers through Sean's red hair, caressing the back of his neck in encouragement. As if there
was any chance he was about to stop!

Bending her elbows, Elaine lifted herself up just enough that she could look down and watch
Sean's head bob up and down between her legs, her own tongue running across her upper lip in
anticipation of the fires building inside her. Gently her body moved up and down, keeping time
with the movements of his darting tongue. Her breasts heaved as she took deep breaths,
exhaling loudly enough to cause Sean to stop just long enough to look up at her, a broad smile
on his face. Then he went right back to what he was doing, much to the brunette's joy.

Elaine's breaths began to quicken, as did the beat of her heart as her body shook with wanton
expectation. As hard as it might have been for her to believe only a few hours ago, this barely
twenty-one year old kid was about to bring her to orgasm.

"Yes, yes…oh God, yes!" Elaine cried out as yet another erotic rush ripped across her body.

A rush that was repeated again and again until her body finally exploded with an orgasmic fury
that had been much too absent in her life of late. And through it all, Sean just held on tight and
continued to work his magical tongue in and out of her.

No sooner had her climax subsided than Elaine reached down and pulled Sean's face up to her
own. The kiss she shared could never be mistaken for anything but what it was - that of an
appreciative lover. She reached deep into his mouth with her tongue, tasting the fruits of her
orgasm, delighting in the physical manifestation of her passion.

Taking but a moment to catch her breath, she guided Sean to his feet and kissed the center of
his chest, then worked right and left to caress his nipples with the tip of her tongue. Elaine
kissed her way down across his stomach, alternating soft and hard kisses with matching licks. It
took little time to reach her prize, the erect symbol of manhood that she closed her hand around
and guided towards her open mouth. Once it was close enough, she reached out with her tongue
and ran it across the crown, repeating the motion twice more before closing her lips around its
width.

With slow motions at first, then with quicker movements, Elaine moved her head up and down
Sean's cock, causing the upper half to disappear again and again into her mouth. With a skill
that she had begun to develop before he'd even been born, Elaine sucked him in a way unlike
any he'd previously experienced. And she was only getting started.

"Oh God, I can't believe this," Sean thought as he glanced down and watched his former
neighbor give him a blow job.

Despite what he had just done to her, the whole experience had an unreal feel to it, as if it was
some kind of dream - a dream that he hoped he wouldn't unexpectedly wake up from. Sean
could feel the force of her mouth right down to his toes, causing pressures to build inside of him
faster than he could ever remember. For the first time since he'd lost his virginity, he was
actually worried about things coming to a head much too soon.

Elaine didn't seem to be worried about that in the least; in fact, she was doubling her efforts and
even taking more of his length inside her mouth. Every once in a while, she would pause long
enough to look up at him, then swirl her tongue over his crown before mouthing him all over
again. Sean now had his hands resting on her shoulders, his body moving in synch with her
own.

Unable to resist his own growing desires, Sean moved one hand to the back of Elaine's head and
urged her to take more of his cock. It was a request that the older woman was quick to fulfill as,
without hesitation, she took his entire length into her mouth, right down to his balls. Sean's eyes
opened in amazement; no girl had ever done that so easily before.

Elaine continued to show that she too had her own brand of magic, now including his balls in her
attentions, first with her hands, then with her mouth and tongue, as she let his cock slip from her
lips and worked all the way down its length before going back in the opposite direction.

Sean's cock was as hard as he could ever remember it being, and he was sure he would explode
any second. Then, unexpectedly, Elaine stopped what she was doing and instead toned it down
just enough for the passions in Sean to subside.

"Not yet, baby," Elaine said after giving his cock one last lick. "You'll come soon enough, but
not before I feel that beautiful cock in my pussy."

With that, Elaine rolled back onto the bed and spread her legs, creating an invitation that would
tempt even a man of the cloth. Not even having been an altar boy, Sean was quick to accept
and climbed between her outstretched legs. Elaine reached down and took hold of his cock,
guiding it until the tip of it was pressed against her pussy. Sean took it from there, pressing
forward until he was buried all the way inside of her. With one hand on his back and the other on
his ass, Elaine urged him to press even deeper, then to pull nearly all the way out before
entering her again.

Elaine might have been older than any woman he'd been with previously, but the press of her
pussy around his cock was as nice a feeling as Sean could remember. In fact, she seemed to
have a greater appreciation of his hardness than most girls his own age. They quickly developed
a rhythm, his body slamming her into the bed as she added the strength of her arms to the force
of his thrusts.

"Fuck me," Elaine cried into his ears as she held him tight. "Oh yeah, baby, fuck me with that
big beautiful cock!"

Over and over, Sean pushed his cock as far as it would go and still she called out for more.
Elaine spread her legs wider in an attempt to give him just a little more room to maneuver. Her
arms spread out in both directions, her breasts bounced back and forth as she moved.

They went on for what seemed like an hour, although a glance at the clock on the nightstand
would indicate that to be an exaggeration, but not by much. At some point, Sean was not exactly
sure when, Elaine pulled their mouths together and after kissing him fiercely, told him to take her
from behind.

She slipped out from under him with one quick motion and was on her knees before he could get
into position. As he did, he paused a moment to admire her ass. It was certainly an ass that
would be first class in a woman of any age.

Her head buried against one of the pillows, Elaine looked back over her shoulder as if to ask
what he was waiting for. She smiled when she saw that he was checking out her ass, but that
was a possible treat for another time. She shifted her body just enough to let him know that she
was waiting.

Sean didn't disappoint her as he closed the gap between them and slipped his cock between her
cheeks, filling her with even greater ease then before. Elaine pressed her body back against his,
accepting his hardness with delight. As before they started off a bit slowly, then quickly
recreated their earlier pace as he increased the length and frequency of his penetrations.

Sean held tight to Elaine's sides as she gripped the sheets beneath her. The echoes of her
earlier delight returned twofold as they also began to be reflect in Sean's body. Both could see
the finish line in their mind, racing towards them - and with it the prize each coveted.

Surprisingly, it was Elaine that exploded first, burying her face in the pillow as she screamed out
in ecstasy. The rapture that gripped her was even better than the one before, and one that she
would not soon forget. So powerful had been the explosion that rocked her, that she had actually
thrown herself forward and off Sean's cock.

To her credit, as soon as she realized that, Elaine whirled around and took his cock back in her
mouth. This time there was no attempt to hold him back, and in less than a dozen heartbeats
Sean was enjoying a climax of his own - sending streams of whiteness bursting into Elaine's
mouth, splashing all over her face as she continued to suck him until he had no more to give.

Sean had never felt so drained in his life, and his legs felt so weak beneath him that he was sure
he was going to collapse. The look of joy on his face was all Elaine could have hoped for as,
disregarding the mess covering her face, she jumped up and threw her arms around her young
lover, kissing him with all the passion she could muster. A kiss that Sean was quick to respond
to with equal intensity.

-=-=-

"Well, look who finally decided to make an appearance," Mark Sullivan said as Sean
approached the table at the coffee shop the following Monday morning.

"Morning, guys," Sean said as he sat down in the booth were Mark and Kurt where already
sitting.

"What happened to you Saturday night?" Mark asked, not even waiting for Sean to give his
order to the waitress, who had seen him come in and was already walking over.

Sean ignored Mark for the moment and ordered his usual breakfast, waiting until the woman
walked away before addressing the question.

"I just left early, that's all," Sean replied, not elaborating further.

"Well, you missed a truly memorable night," Mark said, the familiar look on his face announcing
that he couldn't wait to tell Sean all about it.

Sean waited a few long moments before asking any of the details that Mark was bursting to
share. He took his time pouring milk and sugar into the coffee the waitress had left in front of
him.

"What happened," he finally asked, "you get laid?"

There was perhaps a bit more sarcasm in his tone that he intended, but Sean was sure it would
go right over Mark's head.

"How could you even ask that?" Mark asked in reply, his own tone reflecting his opinion that the
fact should have been taken as a given.

"Then what was so memorable?" Sean further asked.

Mark's answer had to wait a moment, as the waitress arrived with Sean's order and placed it in
front of him. Not even Mark was crass enough to discuss details of their nights out in front of her
- at least, not since the time he'd had a pitcher of water dumped into his lap after having once
done so.

"Kurt here finally did it," Mark said, the moment the waitress was out of earshot.

"Did what?" Sean asked, as he popped a piece of his egg into his mouth, turning towards Kurt.

"Kurt finally lost his cherry," Mark replied, when it be came apparent that the youngest member
of the group was not going to elaborate.

"No kidding," Sean smiled. "Well, good for you, Kurt."

"Thanks," Kurt simply said, evidently not feeling the need to share the details of the momentous
event. The look on his face said enough.

Mark, however, was more than willing to do so.

"A really hot number too," he quickly cut in, "some college bimbo named Dorothy."

At the sound of the familiar name, Mark suddenly had Sean's full attention.

"She'd picked up some guy and was planning to fuck his brains out, then the dumb idiot dumps
her in the middle of the dance floor," Mark went on. "Can you believe that?"

Sean obviously could, but didn't care to voice that out loud. Instead he just held the thought,
knowing that Mark would go on either way.

"So, she's both pissed and horny, and who do you think she sets her sights on - Kurt here," Mark
added, with just a bit of envy in his voice.

"Wow, that's a pretty amazing story," Sean said.

"But it's true," Kurt said.

"Oh, I'm not doubting it is," Sean assured his younger friend with a smile.

"Boy, that guy that walked out on her must've been a real idiot," Mark concluded. "What could
he have been thinking?"

The answer to that was also better left unsaid, Sean thought, but it was one he'd contemplated
often over the weekend. Why settle for a girl, when you can have a woman?

It was a thought that would also be uppermost in his mind next weekend. Because, while Mark
and Kurt were undoubtedly planning to go to the Pavilion again, he had an invitation to visit
Elaine up in Riverside - an invitation that only a real idiot would even think of turning down.

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