Dating in the 60's
The music the band was playing became soft and slow. Ronnie said “lets dance,” I slid out of the booth took a hurried sip of the drink as I waited for him to slide out. Ronnie was tall maybe six feet or so I was only five foot six so as I put my arm around him my head rested on his shoulder, a perfect fit. The waltz that was playing was familiar so both of us hummed it as we swayed to the slow beat.
Couples around the floor were dancing, and the floor was crowded with closely held bodies enjoying the feel and touch of each other. I closed my eyes letting the moment play itself, giving up to the sensation of music and closeness of his body.
The music ended and with a jolt I opened my eyes but looking up I saw him watching me, a look in his eyes I had never seen directed toward me before. Desire was there, I was inexperienced in the ways of men and women but that was very clear in his eyes. I felt a mixture of emotions, honor, and excitement, fear and for the first time in my life sexual excitement, all these feelings collided in my head. I looked down afraid he would see my confusion afraid I was blushing.
We walked back to the booth as the hall quieted down and the band members took a break for a beer.
In the booth we sipped our drinks, my mood made me chatter on and on, Ronnie listened an amused look on his face. My body was responding to the unaccustomed effects of the liquor making me less nervous and more forward. I was flirting with Ronnie looking into his eyes talking and snuggling close. The arm that wasn’t around me was under the booth lying on my thigh. I was acutely aware of its presence. My mind raced I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to like it there; that was something mom had told me was a positively wrong thing to allow. I didn’t want Ronnie to think I was a bad girl but I didn’t want him to think I was a silly child either.
I needed to get a breather from him to clear my thoughts. I spotted a friend talking to some girls over by the door. I looked at Ronnie, “I am going to say hi to Suzy, be back in a minute.” I disengaged my self from him and walked over to talk to Suzy.
“Hi Sue. I didn’t know you were going to be here. I sure like the band don’t you?”
Sue smiled. “Marsha who is he? He is cute! You finally talked your mom into dating I see.”
“His name is Ronnie, thanks, I think he is cute too. Yeah I turned sixteen just four days ago. Isn’t it stupid that that mom’s have all these rules! I suppose ‘cause I had a birthday suddenly I am all grown up, that is so dumb!”
“Well at least you can date now thankfully. Hey, introduce me to your friend! I have a date here somewhere too. Where did he go? Oh! There he is, just a minute.”
Sue went over to the bar and talked to a tall handsome boy about her own age, she tugged on his arm he turned and smiled and they walked toward me.
“This is Tom.”
“Hi Tom, I am Marsha, I remember you, you are in my social studies class. A girl with your same last name, a senior, rides our bus is she related to you.”
“Oh yeah that would be my cousin Janice, she lives over on highway 16.”
“Cool! Come over and meet Ronnie, we have booth, do u want to join us?”
We walked over to Ronnie he had been watching me talk to Suzy and he was relaxed sitting in the booth. I introduced my friends and they sat down,
Suzy’s date Tom asked my date “do you have any booze?” Ronnie nodded and said, “go get a soda and I will give you some.” Tom hurried to the bar getting his wallet out as he went.
I slid in the booth to sit near Ronnie and he turned sideways so I could more fully be against his long lean frame. Talking to Suzy took the greatest effort I could muster cause Ronnie’s touch was doing unbelievable thing to my body, I sipped on the soda trying to look sophisticated he offered me a cigarette and I lit up off his match. Oh man, hadn’t had one for a long time, made me feel a little dizzy. I leaned more into Ronnie’s body till my head adjusted to the cigarette buzz. Between the booze, the excitement and the touch of his body I was becoming more and more warm.
Tom returned and got his dollop of booze, then went off to talk to the friend he had been talking to earlier. Suzy excused herself looking irritated and followed him. Now the music began again, a fast paced piece. We joined the crowd on the floor, and he swung me around holding me against him at every opportunity. Did I say I loved to dance, well I more then loved it, music made my feel wonderful; I felt it in every pore. We danced till we had to stop and take a breather and cool off.
We walked outside into the chill fall air; he took me to a dark corner and kissed me. This was no stolen kids kiss, this was a kiss from a man; I was shaken to my toes with the sensation that it induced in me. I pulled away but the sense of loss of his warmth made me reach up and kiss him back. He roughly held my arms pushing me back and walked me to his car.
He opened the car and I got in and slid over to let him in. He slid me all the way to the other side of the car up against the door on the passenger’s side. The door was cold on my back but his closeness blocked that detail right out of my mind. I was more then a little scared. I was alone in the dark with a man, a man who desired me. He put his arms around me pulling me close; his mouth came down on mine. My God, I was scarcely able to breathe the sensation was so wonderful. His mouth moved softly over mine, his tongue touched my lips coaxing mine too open up to him. I had heard about French kissing but this was my first real experience. Oh, this was so nice. His hand began to wander down the front of my blouse. Now I got real nervous this was not ok! I pushed him back and opened the door of the car, and got out. “Lets go dance Ronnie,” I said. Sighing, he dragged his long legs out of the car I drew in a long breath, I needed a clear head if I was going to come through this night intact.
The music was pounding as we moved through the door. Wild, fast, music was just what I needed to match my overwrought imaginings. Ronnie guided me through the crowd with one hand possessively on my lower back. We danced, drank and smoked the night away. In the back of our mind’s both of us knew that the ride home was going to be interesting. It was going to be a test of wills. It never strayed far from our thoughts.
As the dance wore on the music got slower more seductive, the couples were swaying close now, Ronnie held me closely pressing me tight to him. The drink, the tiredness seemed to contribute to the lure of the touch. Almost like in a romantic dream, we danced. Moving in unison as one we danced closely. Suddenly too soon the dance was over. I looked at my watch it said almost midnight.
“Ronnie we have to go, mom said home by midnight!”
“Yes I know,” he sighed.