Mrs. Branch said, “A gentleman would ask a lady to dance. What did I teach you to say, young man?”
She scared me into the programmed response: “Mrs. Branch, this music is so lovely, would you care to dance?” Now that’s something I would NEVER say unless I had been brainwashed into it.
“I’d love to,” she said.
“NO you miserable bitch!” would have been a lot more honest answer for me. Now I had to dance with my girlfriend’s mother. I took her hand (like I had learned in her class) and led her to the dance floor (the cleared living room). The band was playing “It Had To Be You”—at least that’s what they had said.
We danced and I did okay, I guess. Mrs. Branch didn’t give me too many dance instructions, like this was another lesson or anything. Once she said, “You can hold your partner closer. Didn’t I teach you that?” And she got closer—a lot closer. Her tits were pressed up against my chest.
“This way there’s more control,” she explained. “You can move as one.” As we moved as one (gliding and swaying pretty good, I have to admit), a few times our hips, or more accurately our crotches met. She didn’t seem to mind as much as I did.
The song ended and she looked at me expectantly. I remembered my other rehearsed line she had taught: “Thank you for this dance. I’m sure I’ll remember it for a long time to come.”
She gave a little “Hmmph!” and walked away.
I was glad to get back to picking up empty glasses and used plastic plates and clearing stuff, and just keeping busy and my mind off “other things.”
But, “other things” came looking for me.
“What’s a girl gotta do to get a dance with a handsome guy?” she said. “She” was my Auntie Lee. “I saw how well you dance,” she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the middle of the people brave enough to dance. “Now give your aunt some of that.”
That made me think of what my uncle wanted me to give her.
The singer was singing that “Wise Men Say” song that I think Elvis did a hundred years ago. I went to use my standard slow dance method of one hand around the waist and the other holding the girl’s hand, but she just draped her arms around my neck and I adjusted by putting both hands on her narrow waist.
She didn’t dance so much as swayed against me.
I let her.
Auntie Lee was about three inches shorter than Mom which meant she had to look up to me. Look up to me with those green eyes and those freckles and that big halo of curly red hair. And that great smile with those lips …
“What were you two boys cooking up over there?” she asked with a laugh.
“Nothing. Nothing. Believe me!”
“Easy, Mikey! You’re not under oath, yanno! It’s just nice that Zack has you around. It’s been like having a son for him. You know he’s proud of you, and he’s going to miss you now you’re going off to college!” She shook me a little and said, “The big man on campus now!”
She turned up the smile. At the same time the singer was talking about “falling in love” and I almost took it as a hypnotic command.
“I’m going to miss Uncle Zack too. Miss you both. You know I love you … I mean both of you.”