My Best Friend: The University Years 4
Occasionally I would meet a woman who was totally outside the circle of people I normally mixed with. I had my regular or semi-regular friends like Alicia, and Julia, or the clients set up for me by the agency, and of course the one night stands brought to me courtesy of my, 'career,' as a stripper, but now and again, I would meet someone completely different.
This story how I met and, 'despoiled,' Brenda Anderson. I say, 'despoiled,' because Brenda was a clergyman's wife, so not my usual type of lover at all. At this point I have to say that I'm not the slightest bit religious, and at the risk of offending any regular church goers, nothing delights me more than meeting a woman who professes to be religious, or comes from a religious background, (like Naomi) and seducing her. Believe it or not, once their little barrier is broken, they seem to fling themselves into it with a rare gusto and enthusiasm
I've theorised to myself why that should be, and can only think that once that psychological barrier is broken down, all the years of being suppressed and acting in a, 'proper,' manner counts for nothing. They become completely uninhibited, and wholeheartedly embrace their new-found sexuality.
I met Brenda at the local park of all places. I was sitting on a park bench reading one of my university books, when she came walking along the path, I looked up as she approached and smiled at her. She smiled back, a lovely, almost shy smile. She was a beautiful woman, slim, tall, graceful, light brown hair, and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. She was wearing a sleeveless dress, just below knee length, which showed off, quite unintentionally I'm sure, her great legs and trim ankles. She was the complete package, although as usual, a fair bit older than me, but at that stage in my life, most women I found desirable were older than me.
'Hello,' I said, and she smiled again and nodded; echoes of the little girl she once had been. 'It's a great day for a walk in the park,' I added.
'Or for reading,' she replied.
'I think I'd rather walk than read,' I said, standing up and taking the opportunity to see where this may lead. 'Do you mind if I accompany you?'
'Well... I suppose it
is
a public park and I can't stop you walking in it, can I?' she said, smiling that innocent little girly smile again.
'But don't you think a walk is always better with pleasant company?' I asked. She thought for a second or two.
'How do you know I'm going to be pleasant company?' she parried.
'I don't, but I'm almost certain, you're a very pleasant lady. I can usually tell,' I concluded.
'So, I repeat, what makes you think I'm going to be pleasant company,' she said, smiling again.
'Well, you're smiling at me, which is always a good start, and then, you're a beautiful woman, and it's always nice to be in the company of a beautiful woman,' I replied. She blushed, most unexpectedly.
'Thank you, that's a lovely compliment. Are you always so gallant, to poor old ladies out walking in the park?' she teased.
'Truthfully, no, but then, you aren't an old lady. Perhaps a bit older than me, but I just don't see that at all. All I see is a beautiful woman, with a beautiful smile. Am I being too brash and forward?' I asked her.
'Perhaps a little,' she agreed, with the smile never leaving her face, 'but I think I can cope with it, since it's nice to be in the company of a handsome young man paying me compliments.' I thanked her for the compliment in return, and introduced myself, and she told me her name was Brenda.
'That's a nice old-fashioned name,' I remarked. She blushed again.
'I come from an old-fashioned family, and I suppose I'm an old-fashioned kind of girl at heart anyway,' she offered.
'Well, it makes a change from the girls I normally meet,' I said, 'there's usually nothing old fashioned or shy about them. In fact, I would say they are very forward, so it's refreshing to meet a shy, modest lady for a change.'
'Are you saying I'm dull?' she flirted a little, teasing me.
'Not at all, you're the beautiful, fascinating, and mysterious woman I've met in the park, and I want to know all about you,' I replied.
'There's not much to know really.' She held up her left hand, and showed me her wedding ring. 'First thing is, I'm married, but given our age difference, I don't suppose that really comes into it, does it? A young man your age wouldn't be trying to chat up an old woman like me, would you?' and she laughed at the very thought.
'Oh, I don't know,' I said quietly. 'You are a lovely looking woman, and I rather fancy you to tell the truth,' I admitted.
'Come on, you can't be serious?' she said in surprise, 'I'm old enough to be your mother.'
'I've told you already that I don't see it. All I see is a beautiful woman. I'd like nothing better than to kiss you right now, but I won't. You'll have to ask me first.' She laughed at the idea.
'I won't be doing that I can assure you. Not only am I happily married, but my husband is the parish minister. Imagine the scandal and what the papers would say, "Minister's wife kisses boy in the park," I can almost see it now,' she laughed again. 'It's very flattering of you to think of me that way, but no, no, it won't happen. Sorry to disappoint you,' she concluded. Her revelation only made me more interested.
'Nothing worth having is ever easy,' I replied. 'Time will tell.' She shook her head as I spoke.
'You must be mistaking me for one of these brash, forward young women you were talking about earlier,' she said. 'the ones you normally meet. Where do you meet them anyway, in nightclubs, bars and such like I imagine?'
'Yes, these are generally the sort of places I work in, or occasionally I work in an office or their work-place, whichever suits them.' She looked at me, but said nothing. We walked a little further until she suggested we sit on a park bench for a moment or two. She turned to me at last, curiosity getting the better of her.
