While most houses on the block are joined, hers stands alone. It’s a bit bigger than mine. I spy a small upstairs balcony. We walk in the bottom floor, a den and small powder room. She leads me upstairs, her legs sending lust up my spine.
Their Christmas tree gleams with silver and gold lights bouncing off strands of loose tinsel. She goes up the stairs to her room. “You want a Coke?”
“Yeah.”
“Get it yourself, in the fridge.” She taunts me, then laughs. “Me, too.”
I hear her thumping around above me. Then she’s back, taking along pull on her bottle. “MMM-good.” Shoes are off, she’s shorter.
She leads the way to a stereo console in the living room, opening a drawer displaying spines of Vinyl lp records. I’m dreading this. Steve said girls like crappy music, I’m sure he was right.
“Ah, here we go.” Oh My God, she’s got the goddamned Lettermen. {These were a group of VERY clean-cut men in sweaters who sang everything slowly in tight emotionless harmonies. Anyone over 30 adored them.]
“Oh Jesus, Allie. The Lettermen suck.”
“Shut up, stupid. It’s my house. My parents dance to this.”
I bow like in cotillion, “May I have this dance?”
She smiles, sighing like the world has blessed her for eternity. Without thinking, we bury into each other’s arms and shuffle back and forth. I feel her breath against my neck, her hair smells like an ocean of orchids.
The song ends, she kisses me so tenderly I thought my teeth would melt. BUT–must make sure no more of this shit, or I’ll never get to heaven. “Can I see if i look for another song?”
Oh boy, say the right thing. Wide grin, she nods. I quickly yank off the godforsaken Lettermen and paw through the albums. Ugh. Perry Como, Jackie Gleason Presents, who the hell is Patti Page? Hold On–wait a minute! Aha!
She tears up. “Oh God, you’re so romantic.” We dance again. Her neck is by my face, I gently kiss it. A shiver runs through her body. I store that fact for later use.
Song over, her arms fold around my neck. “I’ll never forget this. Thank you for dancing with me. It means so much.” I nod, smile shyly.
“I wasn’t going to, but c’mon, I’ll show you my room.”