posted by susan-oh-susan / april 24 at 9:55 pm / uncategorized / 4 comments
I told Reza my son was coming home for the summer.
“You must be so happy,” he said. And he kissed me.
We were in bed. I keep on thinking, maybe we should go do something else, and sometimes we try, but then he starts kissing me, and we end up in bed, so most of the time, it just makes sense to begin in bed.
We did actually go out dancing last weekend! Me! Dancing! In a night club!
But, um… then we almost had sex in the night club washroom. So we came home.
Because I couldn’t…
But I almost. So there.
“How old is your son?” he asked after he finished kissing me. (Very thoroughly.)
“Tyler’s eighteen,” I said. “He’ll be nineteen in May, actually. He’s a Taurus. Cody’s twenty-one. He’s a Virgo, like me. I mean—not a virgin. A Virgo. I mean…”
“I am familiar with the Western zodiac, Soo-zahn,” he said and laughed.
“How old are you?” I asked. I didn’t actually mean to. I just… It just came out.
I guess I really wanted to know. Probably since I met him.
“Thirty-one,” he said with a sigh. “In my fourth decade.”
That seemed a funny way of putting it, but I just beamed.
Thirty-one was not so young. Ok, twelve years younger than me.
But a full ten years older than my oldest son.
He laughed, as if I had said that out loud.
“I won’t ask how old you are,” he said. “I know it’s not polite to ask a woman.” And then he kissed… well, I won’t tell you what he kissed. But he did it for a while, and it was amazing.
“So because my son is coming home,” I said when I could talk again, “because he is coming home…” I trailed off, because I didn’t know how to say it.
I was hoping he’d finish the sentence for me.
“Maybe tonight is our last night,” I said finally.
“Are you breaking up with me, Soo-zahn?” he asked, putting his mouth on… well. You know.
“Noooooo!” I cried.
“Our last night here,” I amended. “I mean… I can’t have… I’ve never had…”
Ok, so don’t say anything—I know it’s 2017 and nobody cares and Tyler is eighteen and maybe he wouldn’t care, but I care, and I won’t, I can’t.
I’m still… well, I’m still married to his Dad.
Ok, so yes, I have this lover.
But I won’t have him in our house while our son is staying here.
And I know it makes no sense, really.
Except it totally does.
“Of course,” he said. Kissed me. “I understand.” More kisses. And other things.
For a really long time.
God, I love the way he… kisses.
“Would you come to my place?” he asked after. “It is not as nice as your house. And I have roommates. So you will have to be more quiet.”
“I am not that noisy!” I cried. He laughed. And did… a thing. And I… was noisy.
And so that settled that.
4 comments on The good news is he’s much older than my sons:
ilikeherbooty-full: Hoo-hoo, I knew my Susan was a screamer! Marcella, are you?
BeautifulThingsEveryday: I’d say fuck off, but that just encourages you.
ilikeherbooty-full: Everything you do encourages me, baby.
FemmeFataleFun: Nobody else gonna comment on that night club toilet thing? Seriously?
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