Saturday Night at the Pavilion

"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 eighteen, 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.