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“Hi,” he said tentatively.
“Hey, you,” Adelaide said warmly, a smile in her voice. “I’m not blocking your number, don’t worry.” At Kingston’s relieved huff, she added, “But I’m not going to touch the ‘I’m closer in age to your students than I am to you,’ comment. It doesn’t matter, does it?”
“No, not to me. I just wanted to pick something that you might find fun.”
“The night markets on Saturday sounds great. I’d love to go with you. But maybe we should do something on Saturday arvo that you’re interested in. I’d love to learn more about you.”
“Yeah?” The hope in his voice made her heart swell and shatter at the same time. She hoped his shyness wasn’t because someone in his past had done a number on him.
“Yes, I would.” Her answer was firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding. They sorted out the details and with a giddy fan-girl-at-a-boy-band-concert smile, she bade him goodbye.
She turned and almost walked straight into Eli, who smirked with a twinkle in his eye and stood his ground. It brought her up short and she readied for the playful interrogation. “Good date?”
“It was,” she responded, keeping a lid on her gushing, but she couldn’t help the grin splitting her lips.
“You’re smitten already, aren’t you?” It wasn’t really a question. Adelaide winced and furrowed her brows, the smile falling off her face. Was she one of those people who fell hard and fast for anyone who showed her some attention? First Liam, and now Kingston? “What did I say?” he asked, tilting his head.
She opened her mouth, not even sure how to answer. "Am I being stupid?” When Eli frowned and raised an eyebrow, confusion written all over his face, she continued, “For liking him so quickly? I mean, I’ve just been gushing to Pop and now you come in here and call me smitten. Should I be playing hard to get, or… something? Do I fall for men too easily?”
He shook his head and angled her chin up. "In what universe is you being single for years because everyone you’ve met is meh, you falling too quickly? If you’d dived headfirst into relationships with anyone who got a first date, then maybe, but there’s nothing wrong with wanting love. If you like him and want another date, it’s good. I wasn’t criticizing. I’m glad you’re happy. If he treats you well, then it’s great, in fact.”
Even though he had no idea about Liam, she was grateful for Eli’s reassurance.
*****
“This is one of my favourites,” she announced to the group of ten ladies gathered in a makeshift circle on her client’s lounge room floor. They were the typical mix of ages for a first-time party—mums, daughters, friends, and a grandmother—and like usual, they were self-conscious, and a little flustered at the display of toys she had set up. Most were verging on tipsy, and a few had passed that point into giggly, and all were casting furtive glances at the display table she’d covered with a hot-pink tablecloth before laying out her selection. Silly party games, like pin the penis on the celebrity and Never Have I Ever, had warmed the ladies up and encouraged them to eat a few snacks to soak up the alcohol they were downing. But the drinking always stepped up again when she moved into anal territory.
Adelaide held up the black silicone anal beads, which started a little larger than a pea and progressed to a golf ball size. “This is suitable for anyone’s pleasure ranging from beginner"—she pointed to the smallest bead then moved her fingers along its nine-inch length to the largest—“to experts.”
“Where do you use that?” a middle-aged lady asked in a murmur to another woman half her age.
“Up your bum, Mum,” the younger woman answered with a laugh at her mother’s horror.
“Why?” There was a measure of shock, disgust, and curiosity in her tone.
“Your sphincter has lots of nerve endings, so play can be pleasurable. However, there are a few rules.” Adelaide launched into her explanation of lubrication requirements, the need to stick with toys that had a flared base, and the cleaning regime necessary after every use and between anal and vaginal use. “I don’t usually recommend this toy for anal virgins, but if you’ve had some experience, this is a great option.”
“Do guys really enjoy this stuff?” a woman in her twenties asked with a scrunched-up nose and a grimace. “It’s… not a turn on.”
Adelaide forced a smile and answered, “For anyone with a prostate, this toy and the vibrating plug are walking orgasms. The beads give you a sense of fullness, and when your G-spot is a couple of inches inside your rear, the pressure against it is incredible.” She held up the smooth vibrating plug with a bulbous head and narrow base which flared to a flat handle. “The vibrations centred in your back passage from this toy create a different type of orgasm for those of us with vaginas, especially combined with another toy or appendage taken vaginally. But for people with a prostate, it’s a G-spot massage.”
She bit back any comments about whether it was a turn on or not. Adelaide saw a lot of perhaps unintentional homophobia and transphobia in this role, and she’d learned not to respond in the way she really wanted. Instead, she tried to educate.
“I tried it with a man back in the seventies,” the grandmother interrupted. “I bent him over and he took my toy like a pro.” A groan sounded from two of the women, horrified looks on their faces.
“Grammie!” the younger one—her host—cried, the horror in her voice loud and clear for the room to hear.
“Oh, hush. You think you youngins are the only ones who cut loose? The seventies were wild. I barely remember half of it, but that I couldn’t forget.”
“Yeah, no. It’s gross,” the same woman who’d commented negatively announced.
Adelaide held back a sigh. This was going nowhere. “The best part about sex is that it’s personal to everyone. You can partake in it in whatever manner you enjoy the most and leave out the parts you don’t like.” She motioned to the lady who’d first spoken. “If you don’t enjoy anal play, my suggestion is not to go there. For others who may enjoy it—” She swept her arm around the room and winked at Grammie. “—then I’d encourage them. A good rule of thumb is not to yuck another person’s yum, so if we can keep comments positive, that would be great.” She had fun at some parties, and this one was pretty good overall, but there were some people who were… urgh. Why did they always make themselves known when she got to these toys? The sooner she figured out a way to stop doing these parties, the better.
*****
She watched as Liam ran onto the field to meet his team. It would likely be the last play of the night with only two minutes left in the game. They were two tries down, attacking hard to keep possession of the ball in their forward half so they could score. One, two, then three tackles and they’d moved it into the twenty-metre zone.
Adelaide held her breath as the ball was passed between the forward line on the fourth tackle, gaining another few metres. So close, yet too far away too. One more tackle, and they’d have to hand over possession and it would be game over. Defensively, Liam’s team had struggled, letting through far too many tries, but they’d reduced some of the gap in the last ten minutes of the half.
