I wanted to fuck him, and screw the rules. My nipples were twisted up tighter than they had ever been before, and my pussy was a molten swamp."Nice to...meet you, Pam. I'm Ben. I'll warn you, I'm not a very good dancer, but what the hell, let's go." He grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor, and we slid into the familiar "two steps forward, three steps back" pattern of a Texas two-step as the band played an Alan Jackson cover. At least, until he was sure I was following his lead.Then he. I’ve done nothing even like that with Bethany. I didn’t even think about it.”“Slow down, that wasn’t meant to accuse you. Sorry. But she did slow dance with you, right? And kiss your cheek? And then hold your hand on a walk?”“Yes. That’s all true. Though she was nervous about it every time. She was shaking. And as for the hand-holding, she dropped my hand when we got in sight of her house.”“Yes, she was nervous, or more accurately, frightened. Just like she was at the dance. You danced at arm’s. ’ ‘There was something that happened last night. It was one of the hottest things I had ever witnessed.’ Surely not in my bed. ‘What was that?’ ‘You had a wet dream. As I watched, I had this wish that you were wiggling and moving like that under me.’ His voice was far off as if in a daydream. I closed my eyes, the scene he was starting to paint danced behind my eyelids. All I could do was lay there on my side and listen to him as he created an erotic scene with his hypnotic tone. ‘Your head was. I chuckledinwardly because Dad was doing his best to give me the time I needed torecover. He'd already pushed off the music video that we wereoriginally supposed to start filming tomorrow. I couldn't imagine doingthat for three days. I felt exhausted after just one day doing only aphoto shoot."He's not, Mom," I defended my dad. Mom looked at me for a few secondsbefore she seemed to accept that answer."Come on then," she said. "I'll help you take off the wig."I nodded, and followed my mom back.