Chapter Fourteen, Gaggle of Matrons
Posted by DiF on Saturday, September 10, 2011
Title: Alternate Realities: Chapter Fourteen, Gaggle of Matrons
Rating: R/NC-17
Warning: violence, language, sexual nudity
Never before had she been nervous over a game of Bingo. It had been exciting that time that Jayden went with her, but not like this. Maybe it was because she didn’t have classes to distract her. It was just her and her cats in the apartment before it was time to jump on her bicycle and head over to Roxbury. She had tried to occupy her time with things such as reorganizing her small music collection, alphabetizing her books, hand polishing the silver service set her Nana had gifted her, detailing the grout in the tile in the kitchen. And this was after spending the previous day steam cleaning the carpets and scrubbing the walls. By the end of the week, her entire apartment would be cleaner than it ever had before.
She clearly needed a job, even if it was just volunteer.
Standing in front of her mirrored vanity, Jane turned side-to-side, watching the way the silk of the dress moved over her curves. Frowning she reached behind her for the zipper, deciding the dress made her look even fatter than she was. Picking up the butter-colored frock after it fluttered to the carpet, she returned to her closet, hanging it back up in its proper place. Her fingers danced over a few other dresses before settling on a black dress she often had worn to school. It was conservative and fit her well and black was slimming right?
Slipping onto the stool in front of the vanity, Jane picked up her brush and pulled her hair back from her face. Without much thought, she wrapped a hair tie around the bundle of brown locks. Plain and simple, just like she was.
Too bad she wasn’t really feeling plain and simple any more. Despite the butterflies chasing each other in her stomach, Jane had the intense desire to dress up, to look as beautiful as Adam thought she was, to be unique. But she couldn’t. Not that evening. She had to play it like it was the same ordinary Bingo night as always, pretend she knew nothing of the fact that Adam would be there.
Pulling into the parking lot, Adam couldn’t help but look around for Jane’s bicycle. However he played it off as trying to find a parking space, though he drove by two empty ones before finally pulling into a stall. His mother said nothing of it, quickly getting out of the SUV and heading towards a cluster of white-haired ladies. He was quickly waved over and introduced, smiling politely at the women whom his mother called friends.
Trailing the gaggle of matrons, Adam glanced around his surroundings. The senior center was unassuming brick with standard windows, nothing really to note or make it stand out from its surroundings. Passing through a pair of large double doors, he looked around, noting the long tables already set up, baskets of bingo markers spaced appropriately upon them. Movement towards the front of the room caught his attention. Adam struggled to not smile as he watched Jane fill the Bingo chamber with Bingo balls.
“Adam!” his mother called from halfway across the cavernous room.
Eyes snapping to her, he quickly made his way to her side, “Yes, Ma.”
“See that pretty girl over there?” she motioned behind her with her head.
Adam looked over her shoulder, “The one with blue hair? Don’t you think she’s a bit old for me, Ma?”
“Not her,” his mother rolled her eyes. “The girl that’s your age behind her.”
His eyes looked over Jane and he shrugged, “What about her?”
Her hand closed over his and she pulled him bodily up to the front of the hall. Patsy stood waiting for Jane to finish her conversation with that week’s Bingo caller. When the man stepped away from the younger woman, she waved her over.
“Jane, I would like you to finally meet my son,” Patsy declared. “He finally agreed to come down with me tonight. Jane, this is Adam.”
“Hello,” she smiled sweetly as if he were just any other man. “Your mother does talk you up quite a bit.”
“Adam, this is Jane, the sweetest woman I’ve ever met. Be nice,” she said and walked away.
“I rather hope I can live up to my mother’s kind words,” he responded, shaking her hand gently.
“We’ll see,” Jane replied. “Perhaps you can help me distribute the Bingo cards?”
Leading him from the hall into the supply closet, Jane let the door close behind him, not really caring if anyone had seen them enter the closet. Flicking on the light, she turned to him, her eyes glittering as they met his. For only a brief moment Adam hesitated before he leaned forward and kissed her mouth softly.
“I’ve missed you,” he declared in a whisper.
“We’ve only been apart for a day and a half.”
“That’s thirty-six hours too many,” Adam’s arms circled her waist, pulling her close.
She grinned, “You should see the apartment now.”
“Yeah? What did you do to it?”
“I’m certain you could safely eat off of any surface without worry of getting sick,” Jane stated. “We better get the cards and get out there. They can’t start without out.”
Adam kissed her again, “It took my mom what, two minutes before she introduced us?”
“Something like that,” she wiggled out of his arms, turning and plucking the stack of bingo cards off the shelf. “How long are we supposed to keep this up?”
“As long as you can handle it,” he remarked. “You have to admit, it’s amusing.”
“We’ll see.”
After watching most of the old folks leave the gathering hall, Adam looked around for Jane. She was dutifully putting away remaining Bingo cards, likely to tackle the ball cage next. Excusing himself from his mother, who then quickly declared she would find another ride home, he made his way over to Jane. Offering to help her clean up, Adam chatted casually with her, probably saying things she already knew. Regardless she conversed as easily back with him, moving about the hall cleaning up. There were others in the hall, seemingly buying their subtle dance.
As they tucked away the last of the tools, Adam asked loud enough that those nearby could hear him, “It’s dark outside. Can I give you a ride home?”
“I have a light on my bicycle,” she responded.
“But you’re still wearing black,” he pointed out.
Jane appeared to be resisting as she moved away from him, “What about my bicycle?”
“I have a rack we can strap it on.”
“Do you have an answer for everything?”
“Of course. Is that a yes?”
“That’s a maybe,” Jane responded. “I need to go speak with the director first. You really want to wait around for however long it could be?”
“Of course. I would hate for something to happen to you on your ride home because I was impatient,” Adam replied.
Slipping the keys out of Jane’s hand, Adam quickly unlocked her apartment door and opened it. The cats meowed their hellos before returning back to their lounging on the couch. A quick sniff filled his nostrils with the uber-clean scent of her apartment as he reached to flick on the lights. His eyes quickly looked around, noticing it was as clean as she said it was. Maybe he needed to find some way to occupy her days.
Picking up Booger, Jane headed into the kitchen, checking on the cats’ dishes tucked under the center island. Dropping the younger cat, she opened a cupboard and refilled their dishes, seemingly not really caring that he was there. And yet as soon as she put the bag of cat food away and turned to face Adam, he knew it was anything but the case.
Dropping her keys in the basket near the door and emptying his own pockets of his keys and wallet, Adam crossed the living room to her. His arms quickly circled around her, his mouth finding hers. Jane squeaked softly in the motion but quickly circled her arms around his neck. For a moment they kissed, a passion allowed to seep through neither really had allowed before.
“What do you think your mother is thinking right now?” Jane asked as he pulled out of the kiss.
“I don’t give a fuck what my mother is thinking right now,” he responded. “I’d rather just focus on you.”
“Oh really now? And how do you plan to do that?” her eyes glittered.
“Let’s go back to your bedroom and I’ll show you,” Adam answered, nibbling on her ear.
“Mmmm, no.”
“Why not?”
“You know we’re not ready for that,” she responded.
His mind snapped to that, realizing what she was saying and actually agreeing, “Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” Jane said. “Let me change out of this and then we can watch a movie before you go home.... unless you change my mind.”
Rating: R/NC-17
Warning: violence, language, sexual nudity
Never before had she been nervous over a game of Bingo. It had been exciting that time that Jayden went with her, but not like this. Maybe it was because she didn’t have classes to distract her. It was just her and her cats in the apartment before it was time to jump on her bicycle and head over to Roxbury. She had tried to occupy her time with things such as reorganizing her small music collection, alphabetizing her books, hand polishing the silver service set her Nana had gifted her, detailing the grout in the tile in the kitchen. And this was after spending the previous day steam cleaning the carpets and scrubbing the walls. By the end of the week, her entire apartment would be cleaner than it ever had before.
She clearly needed a job, even if it was just volunteer.
Standing in front of her mirrored vanity, Jane turned side-to-side, watching the way the silk of the dress moved over her curves. Frowning she reached behind her for the zipper, deciding the dress made her look even fatter than she was. Picking up the butter-colored frock after it fluttered to the carpet, she returned to her closet, hanging it back up in its proper place. Her fingers danced over a few other dresses before settling on a black dress she often had worn to school. It was conservative and fit her well and black was slimming right?
Slipping onto the stool in front of the vanity, Jane picked up her brush and pulled her hair back from her face. Without much thought, she wrapped a hair tie around the bundle of brown locks. Plain and simple, just like she was.
Too bad she wasn’t really feeling plain and simple any more. Despite the butterflies chasing each other in her stomach, Jane had the intense desire to dress up, to look as beautiful as Adam thought she was, to be unique. But she couldn’t. Not that evening. She had to play it like it was the same ordinary Bingo night as always, pretend she knew nothing of the fact that Adam would be there.
Pulling into the parking lot, Adam couldn’t help but look around for Jane’s bicycle. However he played it off as trying to find a parking space, though he drove by two empty ones before finally pulling into a stall. His mother said nothing of it, quickly getting out of the SUV and heading towards a cluster of white-haired ladies. He was quickly waved over and introduced, smiling politely at the women whom his mother called friends.
Trailing the gaggle of matrons, Adam glanced around his surroundings. The senior center was unassuming brick with standard windows, nothing really to note or make it stand out from its surroundings. Passing through a pair of large double doors, he looked around, noting the long tables already set up, baskets of bingo markers spaced appropriately upon them. Movement towards the front of the room caught his attention. Adam struggled to not smile as he watched Jane fill the Bingo chamber with Bingo balls.
“Adam!” his mother called from halfway across the cavernous room.
Eyes snapping to her, he quickly made his way to her side, “Yes, Ma.”
“See that pretty girl over there?” she motioned behind her with her head.
Adam looked over her shoulder, “The one with blue hair? Don’t you think she’s a bit old for me, Ma?”
“Not her,” his mother rolled her eyes. “The girl that’s your age behind her.”
His eyes looked over Jane and he shrugged, “What about her?”
Her hand closed over his and she pulled him bodily up to the front of the hall. Patsy stood waiting for Jane to finish her conversation with that week’s Bingo caller. When the man stepped away from the younger woman, she waved her over.
“Jane, I would like you to finally meet my son,” Patsy declared. “He finally agreed to come down with me tonight. Jane, this is Adam.”
“Hello,” she smiled sweetly as if he were just any other man. “Your mother does talk you up quite a bit.”
“Adam, this is Jane, the sweetest woman I’ve ever met. Be nice,” she said and walked away.
“I rather hope I can live up to my mother’s kind words,” he responded, shaking her hand gently.
“We’ll see,” Jane replied. “Perhaps you can help me distribute the Bingo cards?”
Leading him from the hall into the supply closet, Jane let the door close behind him, not really caring if anyone had seen them enter the closet. Flicking on the light, she turned to him, her eyes glittering as they met his. For only a brief moment Adam hesitated before he leaned forward and kissed her mouth softly.
“I’ve missed you,” he declared in a whisper.
“We’ve only been apart for a day and a half.”
“That’s thirty-six hours too many,” Adam’s arms circled her waist, pulling her close.
She grinned, “You should see the apartment now.”
“Yeah? What did you do to it?”
“I’m certain you could safely eat off of any surface without worry of getting sick,” Jane stated. “We better get the cards and get out there. They can’t start without out.”
Adam kissed her again, “It took my mom what, two minutes before she introduced us?”
“Something like that,” she wiggled out of his arms, turning and plucking the stack of bingo cards off the shelf. “How long are we supposed to keep this up?”
“As long as you can handle it,” he remarked. “You have to admit, it’s amusing.”
“We’ll see.”
After watching most of the old folks leave the gathering hall, Adam looked around for Jane. She was dutifully putting away remaining Bingo cards, likely to tackle the ball cage next. Excusing himself from his mother, who then quickly declared she would find another ride home, he made his way over to Jane. Offering to help her clean up, Adam chatted casually with her, probably saying things she already knew. Regardless she conversed as easily back with him, moving about the hall cleaning up. There were others in the hall, seemingly buying their subtle dance.
As they tucked away the last of the tools, Adam asked loud enough that those nearby could hear him, “It’s dark outside. Can I give you a ride home?”
“I have a light on my bicycle,” she responded.
“But you’re still wearing black,” he pointed out.
Jane appeared to be resisting as she moved away from him, “What about my bicycle?”
“I have a rack we can strap it on.”
“Do you have an answer for everything?”
“Of course. Is that a yes?”
“That’s a maybe,” Jane responded. “I need to go speak with the director first. You really want to wait around for however long it could be?”
“Of course. I would hate for something to happen to you on your ride home because I was impatient,” Adam replied.
Slipping the keys out of Jane’s hand, Adam quickly unlocked her apartment door and opened it. The cats meowed their hellos before returning back to their lounging on the couch. A quick sniff filled his nostrils with the uber-clean scent of her apartment as he reached to flick on the lights. His eyes quickly looked around, noticing it was as clean as she said it was. Maybe he needed to find some way to occupy her days.
Picking up Booger, Jane headed into the kitchen, checking on the cats’ dishes tucked under the center island. Dropping the younger cat, she opened a cupboard and refilled their dishes, seemingly not really caring that he was there. And yet as soon as she put the bag of cat food away and turned to face Adam, he knew it was anything but the case.
Dropping her keys in the basket near the door and emptying his own pockets of his keys and wallet, Adam crossed the living room to her. His arms quickly circled around her, his mouth finding hers. Jane squeaked softly in the motion but quickly circled her arms around his neck. For a moment they kissed, a passion allowed to seep through neither really had allowed before.
“What do you think your mother is thinking right now?” Jane asked as he pulled out of the kiss.
“I don’t give a fuck what my mother is thinking right now,” he responded. “I’d rather just focus on you.”
“Oh really now? And how do you plan to do that?” her eyes glittered.
“Let’s go back to your bedroom and I’ll show you,” Adam answered, nibbling on her ear.
“Mmmm, no.”
“Why not?”
“You know we’re not ready for that,” she responded.
His mind snapped to that, realizing what she was saying and actually agreeing, “Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” Jane said. “Let me change out of this and then we can watch a movie before you go home.... unless you change my mind.”
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