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all too soon in Mel's opinion, they were pulling into an open space at the club.
"Do you dance?  Country, I mean," she asked as he offered her a hand to help her from the car.  The fact that she'd waited for him to open her door was, for him, a big deal and spoke of respect. 
"It's been a while but yeah.  It was popular back home although I learned the some of the dances from the forties and fifties from my mom who learned it from her mom," he said, tucking her hand into the crook of her elbow as they went inside.  " I'm not much for the newer stuff."
At her shift in posture, Mel glanced down and saw she was looking up at him.  "Me either."
He got another round of butterfly wings in his belly and whisper of 'jay-sus' from what was in his jeans. 
Paying the entrance fee, he guided her into the club which was fair shimmering with the loud strains of the bluegrass band on stage.  He glanced around and spied an empty table for two just three tables back from the dance floor.  And Mel was intent on dancing with her.  Of being able to touch her if only within the social confines of a dance.
He asked her what she wanted to drink before they sat down and was taken aback by the surprise in her eyes and voice as she told him.  When the haltered and daisy-duke clad waitress wove her way to their table he ordered a draft and a whiskey sour.
"I've never…that…before," she yelled over the loud music.
"What?" he called back, cupping a hand around his ear.
She shook her head hard enough to set the waves of her hair moving.  Deciding enough was enough, he reached around the table and grabbed the bottom of her seat before dragging it closer to his.  At her somewhat shocked look, Mel bent and placed his mouth down by her shell-like ear which was festooned with a black earring in the shape of a flower.  "Only moved you 'cause I couldn't hear you, Lu.  Say again?"
She blinked at him more than a few times before she tilted her chin so that her mouth aligned with his ear.  "I've never had that before.  You know, somebody that ordered for me.  It's nice." 
The words were great but it was the feel of her hot breath on his ear, cheek and neck that was better. 
As they waited on their drinks, he saw her palm on the tabletop keeping time to the music which he had to admit was pretty good.  He wondered if she'd be amenable to him reaching a hand across the back of chair. Was it too soon?  According to Billy, his best friend and the biggest player at Beaumont High School, girls gave off signals on when it was time for a guy to step up his game.
As the waitress set their glasses down and Mel slipped her his cash, he reached a hand to the back of Lulu's chair while he lifted a butt cheek to place his wallet back in his pocket.  He made sure to slide the hand on the chair along until it touched her furthest arm.
As moves went, Mel thought it was pretty smooth.  And must've been in his date's view too because she wiggled a shoulder in his armpit, snuggling closer.
The smell of her damn sultry perfume had his teeth clenching and hard length pulsing.
Lifting her chin to look up at him, Lulu asked, "Can we dance now?"
Hell, the real question was he gonna be able to stand up without everyone and their sister knowing about the kick-stand in his pants which had been created with nothing more than her words, breath, looks and smell.
"Surely," he mumbled and stood, his hand at the top of her chair pulling it back when she gained her feet.  Snagging her hand he found a place for them on the crowded dance floor and turned to maneuver her backwards to start the beginning of the standard two-step.
If Billy was right and women really did do the dirty like they danced, then he and Lulu were destined to be perfect together between the sheets.
Mel couldn't wait to find the time and a quiet, private place to get Miss Lulu Palmer alone.
 

Chapter Five
 
Were you kidding me?  This guy was like something out of a book.  Not only was he extremely