Summer Breeze Summer Breeze
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Instead of repeating 'wet leaves', you can just say 'them.'

Summer Breeze Summer Breeze
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period after 'class.' start a new sentence. or not. people often talk that way! we writers can be so anal. haha!

Don Yarber Don Yarber
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I feel that the comma does the job. the Senior Citizens meet...is a continuation of the sentence, not a new sentence. Part of the main thought.

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check your spacing before 'I was bored'

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don't need the word 'immediately'

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don't need 'the instructor said', as you've already established he was speaking.

Don Yarber Don Yarber
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Good point. Thank you.

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I love this whole paragraph. It's just beautiful. So descriptive and poignant.

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Hahahaha! This is priceless!

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Awesome last line! I love it!

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She had a friend.

Strictly Fiction


The first time I met Joann I was completely overwhelmed by her.  Underwhelmed might be a better word, but I’ll explain that later.


When men reach a certain age they sometimes think that they are not attractive to women any longer, and consequently they do not recognize signs that women give that tells them that they indeed are still attractive.  Such was the case when I met Joann for the first time.


A mutual friend had asked me to be a pal and assume the role of surrogate husband at a Lamaze class with Joann.  Joann was three months pregnant.  Her husband had been unfaithful and the two were separated.  Joann was alone and needed a companion for the Lamaze classes.  I had nothing to do that Thursday night so I agreed to help out.  My Boy Scout instinct had been in high gear for quite some time since my wife Evelyn was gone.  I was retired and had volunteered for many community projects, neighborhood watch, habitat for humanity, baby-sitting my grandchildren.  Yes, grandchildren.  Volunteering helped ease the pain and loneliness.


So I arrived at the County Health Clinic building a few minutes before the 7 p.m. class was scheduled.  There wasn’t a parking place anywhere in the lot.  I didn’t realize the world had that many pregnant women.  I had to exit the lot and park on the street and walk back.  It was October and the leaves had started to fall and I had to watch my step to keep from slipping on them.  I wondered briefly why they didn’t clean them up, seeing as how a lot of pregnant women would be walking this way to class and might slip. 1 comment


The little foam mats were already placed all around the floor.  Women were lying on the mats and men were sitting next to them.  I glanced across the room, looking for Joann.  I was told that she would be wearing pink leotards with a gray tank top and gray trunks.  I didn’t see anyone wearing such attire.   1 comment


“Can I help you, sir?” a voice asked. “This is the Lamaze class, the Senior Citizens meet tomorrow night.” 2 comments


“I’m supposed to meet someone,” I said lamely, blushing.  “Her name is Joann.” 1 comment


From an alcove in the back of the room that led to a kitchen there came a voice.  


“Back here!”


I walked gingerly past several mats, weaving around young men and obviously pregnant women.  When I reached the kitchen area I saw her.  She was on all fours, her neck arched and her head about level with my knees.


“There wasn’t any more room in there,” she said.  “I’m Joann.  You must be John.”


“Hello.” I said.  “Yes, I’m John.  Margaret asked me to help you with tonight’s class.”


“Thanks for coming John,” she said, then put her forefinger up to her lips to signal me to keep quiet and listen.  The instructor was droning on.  I wondered why Joann was on all fours and the rest of the women were on their backs.  Then I watched as Joann stretched one long leg back as far as it would go, brought it back under her, and then stretched the other leg.  


“Stretching,” she whispered.


“Oh,” I whispered.


I sat next to the mat, taking my time to get down; couldn’t drop and turn and sit as quickly as I used to. Age and the lack of exercise was taking its toll on my body.


We listened in silence as the instructor droned on.  Joann went from the “all fours” position to lying on her back on the mat. I was bored stiff with the class and my attention was drifting quickly.  Besides that I was hungry.  I had rushed home from my golf game, showered and changed and driven ten miles to town to be here for this class. 1 comment


The instructor went through the routines and we followed instructions.  Joann changed her position on the mat several times, as we did breathing exercises and various routines.  I was getting more bored and hungrier.


Then something the instructor said caught my attention.  It was the word “sex”.   The instructor was saying: 1 comment


“I typically include brief information about sexuality during pregnancy in the childbirth classes that I teach. Basically, I just assure couples that continued sexual activity is safe during pregnancy. Tonight we’re going to show you that sex can still be enjoyed even though you are pregnant.” 2 comments


"I'm glad to hear that,” Joann said, snickering.


I looked at her.  For the first time I really looked at her.  She was beautiful.  Her eyes were the deepest blue I had seen since Evelyn’s.  Evelyn had passed away two years prior, leaving me devastated for several months.  Evelyn’s eyes had been that deep blue like you see in South Pacific waters just off the shore of tropical islands.  Joann’s eyes were that color.  Her hair was dark, not quite black but a couple of shades darker than dark brown.  It framed her round face and hung over her shoulders in damp ringlets.  At three months, she had hardly started to show at all, but she had that glow that pregnant women get, and her breasts were starting to get the fullness of motherhood. 1 comment


I listened carefully, alert in all my senses now.  The “sex” word had grabbed me.  I was not here to be embarrassed, and was wondering what was coming next.


“Of course sex should be avoided, for the most part, during the last trimester,” the instructor was saying. “But the position we are going to show you will make it comfortable and enjoyable for both of you.”


They are going to demonstrate?


Joann grinned at me.  I blushed.


“It will be much more comfortable for the woman if she is on top,” the instructor was saying, “So men, switch places with your partner, lie on your backs on the mats.  Ladies, you get on all fours over the men.”


I followed instructions, though I was getting more embarrassed by the minute.  I’d never heard of Lamaze classes that taught people how to have sex.  Surely this wasn’t part of the weekly routine.  Or maybe I had got bored and had fallen asleep and this was all a dream. 1 comment


The next thing I knew, I was on my back, Joann was on all fours above me, looking down in my face.  Without warning, and with no instruction from the instructor, Joann put her lips on mine.  It startled me and I turned my head to the side, only to find that she turned her head with me, and before I could say “baby diapers” she was kissing me solidly, her tongue working little circles on my bottom lip.  I opened my mouth and returned the kiss, feeling an emotion that had been gone for quite some time.  It was pleasant, yet strangely mysterious.  


The instructor was droning on about being careful, relaxing and enjoying what men and women do naturally.  I was enjoying the kiss.  Joann lifted her head and held her eyes six inches above mine.  Her face was so close it was slightly blurred.  I needed bifocals to see clear at this range.  I could see well enough to tell that there was passion in her eyes.


“I’m sorry,” she said.  “I shouldn’t have done that.  I don’t know what made me do that.”  It was a whisper, but loud enough that I was afraid others would hear.  Our position in the alcove made it difficult to see what the others were doing and others couldn’t see what we were doing, but I was pretty sure none of the other couples had kissed.


I couldn’t think of anything to say.  She had definitely started to excite me.  I’m over seventy but have no need of Viagra, Cialis or any of the erectile dysfunction drugs that sell like hotcakes.  I knew that an erection had been nearly complete.


The instructor’s voice droned on, almost a monotone, and we listened as the topic switched from “sex” to the more conventional meaning of “Lamaze” class.  Another ten minutes passed without incident and then the class was over.


“Thank you so much for being my partner tonight,” Joann said as we made our way to the front of the building.


“No,” I said.  “Thank you.  The pleasure was all mine.”


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