Dating in the 60's
This was a fairly small family wedding; there were only six kids in the family. In this community large families were very prevalent. I was the oldest of nine and we were considered an average family.
As we came in the bandleader announced the traditional dance of the wedding party, so the wedding couples and their attendants went out and danced alone on the floor. The lights dimmed slightly as the wedding couple and attendants slowly waltzed around the room. The decorations and the mood were so romantic. The singer in the band sang a romantic slow love song that had the mother of the bride in tears. Soon the song ended and the beginning of the real dance began.
Ronnie took me out on the floor during every slow dance, but as the night wore on and the beer flowed, he became more adventurous and began to dance to fast moving songs. I was having so much fun. Between dances we drank soda, (with liquor in it) and talked about music and life. We smoked cigarettes blowing the smoke away from each other as we sat side by side in the cramped booth. Enjoying just being together.
Around eleven Ronnie stood up and walked over to talk with the man behind the bar; I think it was a cousin of his. He soon came back and said we don’t have to help pick up they have enough help as it stood right now, “Do you mind if we leave a little early?” I smiled and said, “no that would be just fine.” I was feeling a little loopy from the liquor so my mood was very buoyant.
At midnight Ronnie stood up and said, “Let’s go!” I grinned and nodded my agreement. As we walked to the car, Ronnie turned me to face him. He held me close pausing before opening my door to press me against the car as he kissed me; I felt that bulge that he had me touch earlier. This time it was touching me lower on my belly it made me ache in a whole different way then I had ever ached. We got into the car and he pulled me over close to him and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. His tongue explored in side and I timidly touched his with mine. The sensation was fantastic. Making a sound like a low-pitched growl Ronnie started the car and we turned onto the road. He turned left instead of right, “Ronnie home is that way,” I said as I pointed, “I know Marsha I have something to show you. He drove down a series of roads and soon I was lost, as I didn’t know this area very well. We drove up a narrow bumpy road stand stopped the car. Right in front of us was a beautiful, secluded lake. I gasped at its beauty, “Ronnie this perfect how did you find this place?”
“I was here, helping someone build a cabin, just over there.” he said leaning across my body and pointing. I could see a cabin just barely visible down the tiny dirt road in the abundance of trees that grew near the lakes edge.
He straightened up just a small bit then captured my face with his large work-rough hands cradling my face tenderly. He held me tenderly and began a slow wet languorous kiss. His tongue plunged into my mouth but by this time I knew and our tongues danced for a long moment. His hand let go of my face and cupped my breast his finger slowly circling my nipple. I startled at this new sensation but didn’t want it to stop. We slowly slid down the seat until I felt his weight on me, holding me. Pinning me to the seat in the moonlight that was streaming thru the window. He continued to kiss me and touch my breasts until they fairly ached for more. As I began to respond arching my back toward him, He fumbled at the buttons on my blouse and opened it scooping inside my bra he released my breast to the moonlights glow. He stiffened responding to sight of the pale orb. Lowering his head he began to suckle the nipple hardening in his mouth. I was transfixed at the sight and feel of this new sensation; the heat building up in my belly urged me on. His other hand went to my belly softly, touching, rubbing, in circles over my belly button.
Suddenly a feeling of such urging hit me that I got frightened. “No! Ronnie” I said as I raised myself pushing his weight from me. “This is going to far, I can’t do this. I want to go home.”
He groaned, but did turn the car on and began driving back that maze of roads we had traveled.
We drove home in icy silence. He was obviously angry with me and looking back I didn’t blame him. I played and but didn’t satisfy the itch he had. I felt stupid and was also needy myself. I had the most unbearable sensation of wanting to be touched, yet frightened by the huge sensation it created in my belly. He and I needed to talk.
We stopped by the house and I turned to him and said, “we need to talk!” He looked at me a puzzled look on his face but restarted the car and pulled it to the dark place by the barn. Once there I turned to him and stammered, “Ronnie am a-a ooh you know, I never did it before.” He looked at me a surprised look on his face, “You mean you are a virgin?” His face looked troubled, “I thought you had been with a man you responded to me as though you knew what you were doing.”
“No, I have never been (sigh) with a man. You are the first man I ever dated, I am sorry, I made you angry!”
His face smiled at me, “I should have known, but you make me crazy. I am having trouble sitting here and not touching you, or kissing you, or making love to you.”
He reached over and touched my shoulder but sighed and put his hand in his lap. I reached out and touched his hand and put it back then leaned over and whispered, “then kiss me, tell me what you are doing, help me not to be scared!”