Take This Waltz

Take This Waltz

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Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Thirty-five year old Adora Evonne Sanders is unhappy and unsatisfied in her marriage. She has just quit her job to stay at home and take care of her one year old baby girl, Ava Grace. She is dealing with issues with both her and her husband's family with racism and dealing with her new life as a wife and a mother. Because her husband's work schedule is so busy, she is left alone with her infant daughter. She feels unattractive because she hasn't lost her baby weight. Her friend tells her about a dance studio she had attended when she was a new mother and how dancing there had helped her to lose her baby weight. She inspires her to big in dance sessions. It might help her feel better in her own skin & find happiness again...
Adora takes the advice and begins dance sessions. Her instructor, a young Latin man named Raul Sanchez DeLaVega Crystobal. Dancing with him is as though she were making love on the dance floor. She finds herself very attracted to this instructor losing herself in sexual thoughts, where he has become her passionate lover!
Away from the dance floor, Adora needs to feel that her husband wants to touch her and be with her like Raul does, but doesn't get that satisfaction in her daily grind... Raul, on the other hand, only thinks of her as one of his students... He looks at her as a student, & a source of $$. Not in the same sexual way she sees him; Yet...
Will Raul become her sexy Latin lover or will she decided to stay faithful to her husband?

Summary

Thirty-five year old Adora Evonne Sanders is unhappy and unsatisfied in her marriage. She has just quit her job to stay at home and take care of her one year old baby girl, Ava Grace. She is dealing with issues with both her and her husband's family with racism and dealing with her new life as a wife and a mother. Because her husband's work schedule is so busy, she is left alone with her infant daughter. She feels unattractive because she hasn't lost her baby weight. Her friend tells her about a dance studio she had attended when she was a new mother and how dancing there had helped her to lose her baby weight. She inspires her to big in dance sessions. It might help her feel better in her own skin & find happiness again...
Adora takes the advice and begins dance sessions. Her instructor, a young Latin man named Raul Sanchez DeLaVega Crystobal. Dancing with him is as though she were making love on the dance floor. She finds herself very attracted to this instructor losing herself in sexual thoughts, where he has become her passionate lover!
Away from the dance floor, Adora needs to feel that her husband wants to touch her and be with her like Raul does, but doesn't get that satisfaction in her daily grind... Raul, on the other hand, only thinks of her as one of his students... He looks at her as a student, & a source of $$. Not in the same sexual way she sees him; Yet...
Will Raul become her sexy Latin lover or will she decided to stay faithful to her husband?

Chapter1 (v.1) - The meeting...

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Submitted: August 18, 2016

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Take this Waltz

Chapter 1- How They Met

You don't know me, but my story is much like that of many other people... At least I think so. I have a life, not so different than that of so many other people. I fall in love. I have needs. I have desires... Don't you? My name is Adora Evonne Sanders. I am a thirty-five-year-old stay at home Mother of a one-year-old daughter named Ava Grace. My husband, Shawn Christopher Sanders is an executive at a law firm. He and I met young. It was in our junior year in high school, when this cocky, lanky, not very humble jock came walking out of the football locker-room with a set of stinky pads under his left arm. I was walking with all of the other cheerleaders, out to the bus that was waiting to take all of us to our destiny! To beat a lack-luster, cross-town rival team with a chip on their shoulder, but without any real talent by comparison! 

After literally running over the competition, a sweet, yet very strong & determined quarterback, ran off of the field, swept me into his arms, & carried me around the entire field, as though I were a rag doll! He lifted me up, threw me into the air, such that my feet went over 10 feet high, then brought me back down, twirled me a found, & kissed me on the lips!! What can I say? Yes, I should have slapped him silly, but he made me feel so free! He made me feel lighter than air for the first time in my life! He put my face in the newspaper as the girl most beloved by the man of the hour! 

There was no choice really; We became high school sweethearts! We got married 6 months after our High school graduation, just a few short years after that day. It really was a bit of a scandal, since in our little town, people didn't see mixed marriages very often, & so it really got the media's attention! That was two years before my husband graduated from law school, a very prestigious & well known Ivy-league school, that commanded attention once again of the media! It was not an easy marriage, because of certain prejudice issues between both of our families, the media, & the world at large...

I guess I have to start from the beginning, right?

 

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As a child, I grew up in Queens, New York. I grew up in a strict household. My now-departed Grand-Father was an architect, a designer of most of the down-town buildings in our little community within the state. His wife was also a well-known woman of means, a pillar of integrity, well-respected and of high profile in our community. In some of these small towns, & suburbs, somebody who cares deeply becomes almost an icon! Dad was an architect also, & my Mother was a school teacher. I was the first of three siblings. My parents always encouraged us to stick to our cultural roots; whether it was dating of the same culture or having friends of the same kind. It was important because back then racism was very high and people of the same color stuck close to each other and had each other’s back. We fought for each other and what we believed in.

In my neighborhood, which happened to be predominantly black, you hardly saw a mixture of races married together. There was very little mixing of races. People just stuck to their own races. In my neighborhood, seventy percent of the people where black and the rest were all other colors under the sun. Caucasians, who made up the next greatest portion of the population, seemed to be divided between those who hated any others who didn't look like them. For the most part, some of the whites seemed to go overboard almost to make the others who were not of their color feel special, yet there were others who appeared to hate anyone who wasn't the same as them! So, some people felt sorry for blacks because of their color, while another high percentage of the community treated black as a lesser people, & did all they could to make them feel bad.

I grew up feeling confused about how other races treated me as a result of the turmoil, and because of this & other factors, I never was completely comfortable with who I am/was as a person, but since I couldn't change it all myself, I decided not to think too much about it. I myself felt like I was no different than anybody else. I treated everybody the same... Just like I wanted to be treated myself.

I went to a mixed high school. Fifty-percent was black and the other fifty percent was of other races. In my high school, race was pretty much divided. The blacks hung out with the blacks and the whites hung out with their kind. Asians also had their own communities, as did the Hispanic community. It was rare to see a black person talking or befriending a white person. As I've already discussed, my husband Shawn was the quarterback of our high school and I, a popular cheerleader. During high school, until our Junior year we did not really even notice each other. He hung out with his jock friends and I hung out with my cheerleader friends. The only time we crossed paths was during the football season.

 It was not until junior year that I became a big fan of Shawn’s. I remember it was after a big game, & I was still thinking about that first kiss... My friends & I decided to join the football team at a nearby café to celebrate the big win. My cheerleader friends & I sat at a booth right across from the football team’s booth. Me and my friends ordered some milk shakes. We sat and drank our milk shakes and talked about everything; from boys, in general, to the details of this last game. I even heard Shawn’s name being brought up a couple of times. I didn't think too much of it however! We heard the football team getting all riled up in the booth in front of us. They were getting very loud with their celebration, which then got my attention. One of my friends and fellow cheerleaders noticed my bracelet I had on. She was in total admiration of it and couldn’t stop giving me complements about it. She reached over to touch it and accidentally knocked over and spilled my milk shake, causing it to get all over my Cheer uniform. I panicked & was in hysteria so I got up from my seat screaming at her.

I guess Shawn heard my outbursts. He got up from his friend’s side and walked over to me, & tried to calm me down by offering me a ride home. Because my friends and I had come here in one car, I excepted his offer. He escorted me out of the café and into his sleek yellow mustang. I found his car to be quite nice. In the car, we got to know each other better. He told me about how happy he was about his football scholarship to Princeton and I could not help but feel a pinch of jealousy. I was not really focused on college at the time, mainly because I was not sure what I wanted to do. My parents did not really push us with our education. Since I was the eldest of my three siblings, it was up to me to set a good example for the younger ones. I did not want to lead them astray. I wanted them to follow in my footsteps. I just did not know how to go along about doing it. I told him about my dreams of becoming a writer. He told me to go for it; that there is nothing that is not achievable, which I also very much believed. We got so caught up in our conversations that we asked each other why we had not talked or conversed with each other in the past. We each knew that we had seen each other in the school hallways and during the football season, but neither of us knew why did we hadn't talked to each other. After-all, said he, he was a popular jock and I the most popular cheerleader!

After our talk in his car, I could not stop thinking about him. That chiseled handsome face and that ripped body kept going around & around in my head. I could not get him out of my thoughts. The next day, as we passed each other in the hallway, he with his football buddies and I with my two best cheerleader pals. We didn't say anything to each other, but did look each other’s way. I noticed for the first time, that we had English together. It was not until the teacher partnered us together, that day, that we were able to continue talking and see that we were really liking each other. Our friends did not enjoy the fact that we had gotten so close, given that we were a different races, & felt that we should stay away from each other. They did not want our relationship to grow!

My friends would always leave the table, whenever I would invite Shawn to sit with me during lunch. Some of his jock friends would stick their noses up at me. I knew they despised me. Some of them would later stop being friends with Shawn because he began dating me. I knew it bothered Shawn a bit, but I also knew our relationship was very special and important to both me & him. Especially the people we didn't really know would give us the eye whenever we walked down the hallways at the school, or when we were holding hands or especially when we were kissing.

Because of the reactions we got at school, we decided to keep our relationship a secret from our parents. We knew they would not except it or be able to understand our love for each other. We kept our relationship a secret from our parents until we graduated from high school. We knew we were going to go to different collages in different counties and in order to still be together and see each other, we had to eventually tell our parents.

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We told my family first. Of course they weren't too happy about it, especially my Father. He thought that I was being a disgrace to our own race and culture. My Mother didn't take it too hard, but she did side with my Father. After a long and very heated conversation, my parents decided that they would stand back & not interfere, or intervene because I was becoming a grown woman and that I was now old enough to choose who I dated. My parents were not the type to choose my lovers for me.

Shawn got especially scared about telling his Family, because of the way that my Family had taken it. He knew that his Family was going to be worse, so we just decided not to tell them yet. We felt & thought that since one of our families knew about our relationship, it was enough.

We continued to see each other during our collage years. We would see each other during the holidays and I would fly to where he was after mid-terms to spend time with him. Our love for each other grew. We found out that people outside from where we grew up, were much more comfortable with couples of different races. We got to see and talk to a lot of mixed race couples. There were no discriminations at the colleges we attended. We seemed to fit right in to the whole mix, which made us very happy about our situation. Shawn was the one to push me into following my hidden dreams to become a writer. He guided me through it all and in the spring of 1976, I graduated from the Ohio State University with a Degree in Education. Even with his own graduation plans going on, he had still found the time to be at my graduation. I then also attended his ceremony immediately after.

After graduation, we decided we would live in Texas during his years in law school. Before we could move however, we had to break the news to his family. They took it better than I had thought they would, but there were still some prejudicial looks and words cast upon me by his parents, who really thought that I was a hypocrite and I was just using him for his money and his future pro-football classification. During the discussion, there was a lot of heat being thrown my way, but I give thanks to Shawn for defending me.

After all of that, we did move to Texas and resided in Houston. He attended Texas A @ M Law School and graduated at the top of his class, still playing football until he had an injury in his senior year that prevented him signing a professional contract. A few years after Law school we ended up getting married. His Family did not really like the idea that he was getting married to outside of his race! They did not want to participate in the wedding nuptials, & were pretty much absent throughout the whole planning and actual wedding. Luckily My Mother helped me with the planning and such. We finally got married in a little wedding ceremony in the Bahamas. It was in the Summer of 1981.

 After our marriage, I worked as a middle school teacher in Texas while Shawn began his own law firm. Those were the best years of my life! I loved the time spent with my husband. We vacationed in exotic places and had lots of passionate sex. It was not until six years after our wedding that Ava Grace was born. After she was born I had to quit my job as a school teacher and stay at home to take care of Ava. Because of being so preoccupied with Ava and her needs, I never found time to exercise and lose the baby weight.

My husband always told me that he wanted a bunch of children, but I only wanted at least two. I did not think that I, as a woman, could handle so many children in my life all at once. I could not quickly bounce back to my original size four dresses, like most of my friends my age did who also had kids of their own. I had gotten to a size eight after my pregnancy. I managed to lose a size down, but I still felt that I had unwanted fat around the belly and my thighs were really thick. I really wanted to get back down to my original size, but things just were not working out for me. I felt unhappy with my body & in my own skin. I told my husband that I really didn't want any more kids, until we had made enough money to finance them. At this time, Shawn’s law firm was not doing too well. They were under a lot of financial streets & difficulties. My husband began to work extra hard to get his law firm going again. I found myself alone most of the time with my infant daughter. Not only did I not feel sexy anymore, but I began to feel that my husband’s priorities where mostly in the office and not at home with his family. He was gone most of the time. Our sex life decreased significantly, to almost nothing because of the way I felt, & him being so busy. I felt neglected and unwanted, sending me down into a drastically depressed state. I was ready to give up!!!

 

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It was not until one of my dear friends told me about a dance studio she used to study at that things began to change... This is where this story really begins! 

Virginia told me that back when she had had her first child, she'd begun dancing. She told me that dancing the Latin dances had helped her lose all of her baby weight and she thought it could be a fit for me. She told me that she would watch Ava for me while I attended the dance sessions. I quickly agreed. It seemed like a perfect way to get back into shape & receive a break from my hard work as well! She gave me the address and the times of when the sessions were going to be going on.

I told Shawn what I wanted to do, & he readily agreed that it would be a good thing for me! As a result, on the following Monday night, I took a bus down town to the " Estudio Latino-Americano para la Excellencia en el Baile". It was required for us to wear heels and tights during our lessons, & I felt that all of the other women were skinnier than I was! I didn't feel at all sexy being as uncomfortable as I was in the skin-tight suit my friend had loaned me & the teetering heels! I wasn't accustomed to wearing those type of clothes any more, but since it was Spanish dancing, I made an exception. As I walked into the studio, I came face to face with an angelic dream! Yes, that was when I saw him.. 

A dreamy hunk with jet black curls down to his shoulder, a nice build, fitted with an artistic, sculpted body, nice muscular legs, & a pair of buns that screamed at me from underneath his black tights. He was standing in front of a class, mostly made up of women and a few men! He was discussing, in a dreamy voice (That had my body creaming between my legs), a dance routine that was to take place in a few minutes. I was completely mesmerized...

 

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