Dating in the 60's
We gathered our things and headed out to the car, everyone else in the small crowded parking lot was leaving at the same time and we were blocked in. Ronnie pulled me close and turned the music on in the car. As rock and roll played he kissed my lips and my ears, my neck. I arched back so he could touch me. His hand rested lightly on my breast I barely noticed, his kisses made me so excited. Suddenly there was a break in the rush of cars in the parking lot. Ronnie sighed and with an effort backed out the car and we began to drive the three miles home.
We pulled into the driveway, the permanent yard light that shown down illuminated the inside of the car. Ronnie pulled the car close to the barn where it was a bit darker. “I want to kiss you good night, so you don’t forget me. I want to have a date with you next weekend. Don’t answer now I will call you and ask properly” With that he leaned his body into mine, this kiss was not gentle but I was not afraid either. My level of arousal had me wanting more then I was supposed to want. I didn’t care I wanted him now. He shifted his body so he was between my thighs. I felt Ronnie’s own arousal quite clearly. He pressed against me, kissing me. His hands caressed my back from my nape to where my bottom hit the seat. He sucked hard on my neck, I sighed and leaned back wanting more. Slowly he touched my breast softly caressing the now hard tips. Then with a groan he pushed back, started the car and drove to the front of the house. He reached across my lap opened the door and said, “Next weekend!”
All week while I worked at home and while at school I remembered. I had been having trouble sleeping my dreams were both frightening and thrilling. I was so anxious that my mom asked me if anything was wrong. “Why are you so quiet?” She inquired. I frankly could not answer because I was so unsure of the reason. I mean I knew that Ronnie had created emotional turmoil with in me, but to explain to my mom was beyond my courage and knowledge to do so.
The week crept along it seemed to go slower every day. The nights were restless with dreams, dreams of kissing, and dreams of touching. My dreams intruded into my days, I would be reading and I would drift off into the realm of daydreams. My teachers seemed irritated by my lack of attention. I in turn wondered if they had ever felt like this. I looked at Mrs. Bernstein in my Biology class as she reached into her blouse and yanked up her bra strap. Not in my wildest imaginings could I believe she had ever felt passion. Mr Brown in Social Studies had bad breath and stuttered. No not possible that he ever had desire. I looked around my class, I watched the couples that seemed to find every excuse to touch or sneak a kiss. Maybe it is only the young who have this feeling.
Suddenly it was Thursday and Ronnie hadn’t called, I was getting anxious to hear from him, What if he changed his mind and didn’t want me. Maybe he wanted an older girl one who didn’t say no. I watched the phone like that would help make it ring. As we sat down for supper a car drove up the drive. I looked and it was Ronnie. He got out of the car and walked toward the house. My heart skipped a beat and I could scarcely breath. I breathed deeply and let my mom answer the door. “Don’t appear anxious to see him. ” My moms advice went thru my head, as his long, tall body stepped through our kitchen door.
“Mrs. and Mr. Swanson I would like to take Marsha to a dance in Hilltown, my cousin is getting married on Saturday, and they are having a dance. I had to ask in person cause I have to help clean up afterwards and we may be late coming home, Is it ok if Marsha stays out maybe a half hour, to an hour more.”
My heart was in my shoes, “oh my gosh, another half an hour or hour to think about what was happening. Part of me wanted to go and just let forget everything she had said. I had been told the consequences if I did. The threat of getting pregnant was always in my mind. Mom made sure that I knew that pregnancy would be a real problem. A baby was not what I wanted because I was going to Nursing School right after graduation.
I was determined he would not convince me to make love to him