Two-Step Cowboy Dances Disco Ch. 04

Judging by her big smile, she seemed happy to see me again and even happier that I asked her to dance. My preferred dancing partner, with no one dancing better, I loved dancing with Debbie. I hoped she liked me as much as I liked her. I hoped she liked me more as a lover than as a dancing partner. As much as I loved dancing with her, I loved having sex with her even more.

We danced several times. Not acting as if she was my steady girlfriend, and not sitting at her table to interfere with her conversation, I gave her space and plenty of time to dance with other men. Without being jealously possessive, I allowed her to dance with the three men who were sitting at her table as well. They seemed to enjoy holding her while slow dancing with her as much as I enjoyed holding her while slow dancing with her. Only, none of them could dance as well as me.

Then, as soon as they played our song, 'Unchained Melody,' by the Righteous Brothers.

I walked over to her again, placed my beer down on her table, and asked her to dance again. Hoping that she'd accept my invitation to dance again, I was nervous when approaching her. Something that was as much of a part of me as was my six-foot, four-inch height, and my big dick, my nerdiness reared its ugly head while approaching Debbie, a beautiful woman.

"They're playing our song," I said with a little laugh.

Instead of turning me down, she surprised me. She jumped up from her seat.

"You're right. This is our song," she said with a big smile while taking my hand as we walked together to the dance floor.

When the music stopped before I had the chance to walk her back to her table and grab my beer, they played another song that was our song. They played, 'Can't Help Falling in Love,' by Elvis Presley. I loved that song, especially now that I couldn't help from falling in love with Debbie.

Then, as if the band was trying to keep us on the dance floor, the band played all of the songs that seemingly were our songs. Next, they played, 'At Last,' by Etta James. 'My Cherrie Amour,' by Stevie Wonder, 'Tennessee Whiskey,' by Chris Stapleton, and 'Lovesong,' by Adele.

After watching her dance with other men, with me no longer a nerd when dancing on the dance floor, there wasn't a man who could hold a candle to my dancing. They were as clumsy as they were awkward while touching her, feeling her, and groping her as they danced with her. It did make me jealous when they danced with her with their hands on her shapely ass.

That was my ass they were cupping. After having sex with her, I couldn't help but feel that she belonged to me. Yet, clearly, allowing other men to grope her while dancing with her, she didn't feel the same way about me. No doubt, in the way that Belle was a whore, Debbie was a whore, too.

I sexually teasing the men at her table as well as every other man on the dance floor and in the bar. When I danced with Debbie, I not only left my hand on her ass as if I owned her ass but also, I raised her short skirt. Hoping she enjoyed me flashing her panties as much as I enjoyed flashing her panties, every time I danced with her I raised her short skirt high enough to flash her panties. I loved showing men something that they'd never do unless they were me.

# # #

The night labored on. Unless I was dancing with her, I felt alone without having Debbie in my arms. It wasn't the same without being in the constant presence of her. Even though she was only thirty feet away from me, I missed her. I liked talking to her. I liked teasing her and joking with her. Admittedly, I liked her more than I willingly admitted.

After we had sex, every time I saw her, my pulse raced, and my heart skipped a beat. Now, after having had sex with her, every time I saw her, I imagined her naked. I imagined making out with her while touching, feeling, and fondling her naked body everywhere.

I imagined me fingering her pussy while licking her pussy. I imagined eating her pussy and her squirting in my mouth again. I imagined her stroking my cock while sucking my cock. I imagined making love to her before fucking her fast and hard enough to give her a sexual orgasm with my big dick. I imagined marrying Debbie, making her my wife, and the mother of my children.

Now, that I sipped my one beer to last me the night, I stayed away from the bar and from Belle. Not wanting to be tempted should she invite me to her backroom again, I didn't want her distracting me from Debbie by her flashing me her naked breasts. I needed to concentrate more on what I hoped that I had now instead of giving my attention to an older woman that would never come to fruition as love other than just sex.

As the evening progress there was no sign those guys leaving her. Why would they? She was a catch. Seemingly, they enjoyed her company as much as she enjoyed their company. Who wouldn't enjoy her company? She was beautiful. She was sexy. She was shapely. She was all that any man would want in a woman.

Yet, even more than that. She was intelligent, a good conversationalist, and had a great sense of humor. If I wasn't already in love with her, I could fall in love with her.

Unfortunately, the three men sitting at her table seemed as interested in Debbie as much as I was interested in her. I wondered if she already had sex with one of them or with all of them. Yet, giving me encouragement that she wanted to dance with me, be with me and, hopefully, have sex with me again, she continued looking away from them to look to see where I was and what I was doing. While pretending to ignore her, as I did before meeting Debbie, I danced the two-step alone within a crowd of dancers.

# # #

Even though it was still relatively early, about midnight, sexually frustrated from not having Debbie in my arms to kiss her while feeling her through her clothes, I decided to go home. It was frustrating seeing her with other men talking, laughing, and drinking. I walked to her table to say my goodnight. With her not knowing that I had a car, I figured she'd offer me a ride home, but she didn't. I left.

"I'm tired. I'm going to head on to the house," I said in my best Dean Martin voice. "Have a good night," I said to Debbie without acknowledging the three men. "I'll catch you later. Maybe, I'll see you next Saturday night."

Giving me another big smile, she looked up at me with those big, brown, beautiful eyes. She melted my heart every time she smiled up at me like that. I loved holding her in my arms when slow dancing with her. More than anything else, I love kissing her. No doubt, I'll be dreaming of her while I'm sleeping.

"Goodnight, David," she said.

I hoped she'd stand, wrap her arm around my neck, press her big breasts against my chest and her pelvis against my pelvis while giving me a goodnight kiss, but she didn't. She didn't introduce me to her three friends neither but that was okay. I'd rather not know who they are. I'd rather not know their names. I'd rather not think of them or remember them having an intimate relationship with who I thought was my girlfriend.

I couldn't help but wonder if she'd hook up with one of them or all three of them later tonight. I wondered if she'd make out with them and allow them to feel her through her clothes while undressing her and stripping her naked. I wondered if she'd make love to them. I wondered if she'd allow one or all of them to fuck her. I wondered if she'd allow them to gangbang her. I wondered if she'd have a circle jerk, suck their cocks, and allow them to cum in her mouth.

# # #

As usual, typical of him to disappear without checking in with me, my brother wasn't home. With me babysitting his house, caring for his plants, feeding the cat, changing her pee pad, and protecting his property, he had the habit of disappearing over the weekends. No doubt, he was having gay sex somewhere with someone. Tired, lonely, horny, and depressed, but for the nightlights, I turned off the lights and went to bed.

A couple hours later, around 2:30 am, I heard a knock at my brother's front door. Maybe, he forgot his key. I hadn't heard my brother come in; he's never awakened me anyway when he comes home.

Maybe he's drunk, I thought. Maybe, it was one of his friends knocking and looking for him. In this sketchy neighborhood, carefully cautious, I knew enough not to open the door unless I knew who was on the other side.

In case my brother was home, I called out to him to answer the door. No answer. Either he was sleeping, or he wasn't home.

Another knock and I called out to my brother again to answer the door. A third knock. By this time, I was wide awake.

At this point, I realized my brother wasn't home. I called out to whoever was on the other side of the door. I put on a God awful looking orange jumpsuit because it was handy. Even though I looked like a county prisoner, at least I was dressed. I left my bedroom to walk to the front door.

# # #

"Who is it?"

When they didn't answer, I peeked out the side curtain.

Standing in front of my door was a woman. It looked like Debbie, but I couldn't tell in the low light. Then, I saw her red, Oldsmobile convertible parked out front. It was Debbie.

I wondered if there was something wrong. I wondered if something happened. I wondered if she was in trouble. I wondered if those three men were rough with her. I never should have left her there alone. I opened the front door and invited her inside.

"What are you doing here? Come in. Come in. It's cold outside," I said. "Are you okay?"

# # #

Not waiting for her to answer, I continued interrogating her.

"I figured you would have gone home with one of those three guys that were sitting with you at your table," I said.

She laughed. Then, she looked me straight in the eyes and said something I will never forget.

"If I had just wanted sex, David, I would have gone with one of them but," she said looking up at me with those big, brown, beautiful eyes. "Knowing the difference now after being with you, I wanted to be wanted."

She took my hand and kissed it.

"I needed to be needed," she said.

She took my hand and moved it to her big breasts.

"In the way that you made me feel the first time that I was with you, I'd loved being loved," she said. "Not wanting to go home alone or with someone who didn't care for me as much as you clearly care for me, I needed to be with you again."

Literally, my jaw hit the floor. She dropped her purse inside the front door, tossed her keys in the general direction of the coffee table, wrapped her arms around my neck, and planted the biggest lip-lock on me! When we finally came up for air, with us still standing inside of the opened doorway, I stammered.

"Let me close the door first," I said closing and locking the door behind her.

Now that I knew that she liked me as much as I liked her, I invited her upstairs again. If our first night sexually together was special, our second night, sexually together was something that I'll never forget for the rest of my horny life. Inviting Debbie to sleep over, I was glad that my brother didn't come home.

# # #

I took her upstairs to my brother's bedroom. While sitting on my brother's bed. I made out with her in the way that I've never made out with another woman before. I kissed her as if I loved her and, clearly, I did love her. I've never kissed any woman as much as I continued kissing Debbie. I loved kissing her. I couldn't get enough of her lips.

In the way that I was falling in love with her, she made me feel as if she loved me. She made me feel special. She made me feel that I was the one. She made me feel loved. I loved the thought of being in love with her and, hopefully, her loving me.

I continued making out with her while feeling her through her clothes. I loved feeling her through her clothes while French kissing her. Then, slowly, as if she was an expensive, one-of-a-kind Christmas gift to unwrap, I slowly and lovingly undressed her.

As if I had never seen her without her clothes before, I was just as sexually excited now to soon see her in her bra and panties. Glad that she was wearing a bra instead of allowing her big breasts to fall free, I stared at her as if I had never seen a woman in her bra and panties before. I loved seeing her in her sexual lingerie as much as I loved seeing her topless and/or naked.

I continued making out with her while feeling her big breasts and fingering her erect nipples through her bra. I cupped her panty clad ass in my big hand before cupping her brown, trimmed, panty clad pussy in my hand. Holding her ass and her pussy as if she was my woman to hold, I continued kissing her.

Then, as if there was a drumroll going off in my head, filled with sexual anticipation, I traced her long line of cleavage with my fingertip while feeling her breasts through her bra again. I reached around her to unhook her white, low-cut brassiere. I removed her bra straps from her shoulders and arms. Finally, I removed her bra and stared at her naked breasts as if I had never seen a woman's naked breasts before.

I loved her big, shapely breasts. I loved her big, erect nipples. I loved her pink, symmetrical areolas. I loved everything about her, especially when she was sitting on my brother's bed topless.

I fell back with her while continuing to kiss her. Parting her lips, I French kissed her. She returned my French kisses with her deep, wet kisses.

# # #

Not done undressing her, I inserted my hand in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down and off. In the way that I stared at her naked breasts, I stared at her naked pussy. Remembering what she said about wanting to be wanted, needed, and loved, I moved between her shapely thighs to give her sexual pleasure with my fingers and tongue.

I licked her pussy while fingering her pussy. Surprising me, with her not taking long to cum, she squirted in my mouth again. This time, instead of pulling away, I swallowed all that she squirted. I lapped up her juices as if she was a tasty, fruit drink.

"David! David! Oh, my fucking God. I'm cumming, David. I'm cumming," she said.

Then, instead of allowing me to eat her again, she pushed me away. She mounted me and moved my cock by her pussy lips. She wanted to make love with me as much as I wanted to make love to her.

Kissing and kissing one another while touching and feeling one another's naked bodies everywhere, I made slow and passionate love to Debbie. Then, she rolled me over and sat on me as if I was a comfortable sofa. As if I was her amusement ride, she jumped up and down on my prick. She rode me as in the way of riding a horse. I was her personal merry-go-round.

I rolled her over and mounted her. I humped her faster. I humped her harder. I fucked Debbie in the way that I fucked her the first time.

Then, she rolled me over and positioned herself on her knees with her ass in the air. She wanted me to fuck her from behind. I couldn't wait to continue fucking her in any position that she wanted me to fuck her. This time, I gave her a second sexual orgasm with my cock.

"David! David! Don't stop. Please don't stop. Hump me faster. Hump me harder. I'm cumming. I'm cumming, David," she said falling silent.

# # #

We remained holding one another while enjoying the afterglow of sex. Then, in the way that she did the first time that we were together, she did now. She moved halfway down the bed.

She took me in her hand before taking me in her mouth. I raised my head from the pillow to watch her blow me. She stared up at me with her big, brown, beautiful eyes while licking my cock while showing her licking my stiff prick.

Then, she took me in her mouth. She took all of me in her mouth. As if she was Linda Lovelace in Deep Throat, Debbie deep throated me. She sucked my cock completely.

She stroked me faster. She stroked me harder. She continued sucking my prick deeper. With her giving me an even better blowjob than the first time that she sucked my cock, I emptied my balls in her beautiful mouth.

# # #

Perfect time, when my brother finally arrived home the next day, he told me that he was moving in with his gay lover. Fortunately, for me, I had a job offer that I was excited to tell him about. Only, the job was five-hundred miles away from Austin Texas in Amarillo.

I saw Debbie for the last time at Rocky's. She was sad that I was leaving. She said that she would never forget me. Instead of asking her to come with me, instead, with me being the nerd that I am and will always be, I didn't have the nerve to ask her to be my forever girlfriend, lover, and wife.

Instead, before my brother packed up his house, we got together for the last time. We had sex as is we were stranded on a desert island. I kissed her and made love to her in the way that I had never kissed and made love to any woman. She returned my sexual passion with her sexual passion.

"I will never forget you, David," she said returning the next day to see me off.

She stood alongside of my packed car. We kissed.

"Goodbye, Debbie," I said. "Maybe, if I make the long drive to Austin, I'll see you again, one day."

I never saw Debbie again, but I'll never forget her. Without doubt, I was in love with her. Only, I didn't feel that she loved me. Clearly, she was the one who got away.

I always think how differently my life would have been had she agreed to come with me. I think of being married to her and having had children with her. Yet, with time passing me by, my time disco dancing and having sex with Debbie are nothing more than distant memories.

THE END