Songs (in order of appearance): "Common Man" by John Connely, "The Dance" by Garth Brooks, "Piece of my Heart" by Janis Joplin, "Hey Baby" by No Doubt, "Wild Thang" by Tone Loc, "If Tomorrow Never Comes" by Garth Brooks

Would You Like to Dance?

It was a Saturday night, and everyone was going out to the club. I really wasn't in the mood to go out dancing. The last thing I needed was some big lug stepping on my toes while he tried to keep up with the song.

"Have you ever thought of quitting wrestling to become a singer?" "No. I don't think I could draw a crowd," John laughed. "A handsome man, with a voice like that... I bet you could." "Ok. Let's test your idea. Let's go into the Purple Parrot, and sing." "You want me to do kareoke?" "Why not?" "Cause I can't carry a tune," I lied. I had plenty of solos in choir at school. That's been awhile, though. "You probably haven't tried."

When he came off the stage, I told him that he did a great job. I was up next.

John picked me up from the stage, and set me on the floor. "You sounded just like Joplin." "Is that good or bad," I laughed. "You were great." "Well, thank you." He came down, and kissed me softly on the lips. The small kiss gave me a dizzying effect, and it looked like it did the same to him.

"My turn to pick. Let's go over to "Aliens". That's more my speed." "You like that techno crap?" "Some of it. It's easier to dance to."

We went to that area, and one of my favorite songs was on.

I laid my hand on his shoulder, and started moving to the song. He started to warm up to the song, and move along with me. He grabbed my hips, and we started grinding together. He brushed the hair away from my ear, and whispered, "we need to stop. You're making me hot." "I'll stop right after you do," I replied with a big smile. He didn't stop until the song was over.

"Let's go find Steve and your friend." "Ok." We went back over to "Renegades", and found them in the middle of the dance floor. After the song had finished, Tone Loc's version of "Wild Thing" came blaring over the speakers. Debbie looked at me, and said, "wanna do the routine?" "You know it!" "What routine?" John and Steve asked together. "Make space, and watch," we replied.

We turned our backs to them. We stood side by side in front of our respective partner, and weaved our knees in and out as we went down to the ground. Once our hands hit the ground, we spread into push-up position. With one hand holding us up, and the other on our backsides, we immitated sexual thrusts. We turned over to face them, then got on our knees. We slowly crawled up their bodies. We stuck a hand in the waistband of their jeans, and immitated riding a bucking bronco. He grabbed my hips, and brought me closer to him.

"Do you always have a partner for this?" "Usually." I looked down at his crotch. "And, I see it had the same effect on you." "I could see why you'd get a 'rise' out of your partner." I stood on my toes, and whispered in his ear, "but, I never want to leave with them. You on the other hand..."

He turned to Steve. "We're outta here. Do you mind riding with Debbie?" "Nix that idea," I interrupted. "We came in my Camaro, and I'm not leaving without it." "You don't trust my driving?" Debbie whined. "Hell no! How many tickets do you have right now?" "Point taken."

John handed Steve the keys to the rental, and we told them goodnight. He looked funny trying to cramp himself into the passenger seat of the car. Soon after we were off. "Do you mind going to my house," I asked him. "As long as there's a bed and a shower, I don't care where we go." He laid his hand on my inner thigh. I fought my leg's urge to jump, like a dog's when you scratch it's belly. His hand slowly moved along my thigh. I wondered what his hand would feel like against my thigh, when I shed the jeans.

"Slow down, or we won't make it anywhere," he said, interrupting my thoughts. I looked at the speedometer, and it said 70. The speed limit was 40. 'Shit' I thought to myself. I slowed the car down.

His hand was still moving along my thigh. I stilled his hand, and he gently squeezed the flesh through the denim. "John, if you don't stop that, I'll have to pull over. Bed be damned!" He let out a chuckle, and squeezed my thigh again. It was still for the rest of the ride.

Once we got to the house, and were inside, I asked him if he wanted anything to drink. "No, thanks." He came up behind me, as I was setting my keys on the kitchen table. He wrapped his arms around me, and came down to nuzzle my neck. I turned to putty, when his teeth grazed my shoulder. He licked, sucked and nibbled his way to my ear. "I want you," he whispered.

I turned in his arms, and laid my hands flat on his muscled chest. His lips came down upon mine in a tender kiss. His tongue traced my lips, and I opened for him. Our tongues danced together, as his hands roamed over my body. They slid down until he cupped my bottom, and he ground his erection against me. When the kiss ended, I said, "let's go to the bedroom."

He followed me into the bedroom, where we slowly stripped each other. I hung his hat on the bedpost, and ran my fingers through his long black hair. He kissed me with such furious passion that I became weak in the knees. He picked me up, and we fell to the bed with him on top of me. I moaned as he slowly entered me. He kept a slow pace as he slid in and out of me. He placed kisses all over my face, neck, and anywhere he could reach.

I locked my legs with his, and raised my hips to meet his thrusts. I ran my hands over his back, and kneaded his flesh. "Oh, John..." He wrapped his arms around me, and flipped onto his back, taking me with him. He sat up against the headboard, as I rode him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and stared into his eyes. His arms went around me, then he claimed my lips. Our moans mingled as our lips parted to deepen the kiss. He held me tighter as we went over the edge together.

As the kiss ended, I stared at him. The look in his eyes told me this was more than a fling. "You are amazing, John." He chuckled. "The same could be said about you." I laid down beside him, and he took me in hi arms. I fell asleep with my head laying on his chest.

Fifty-two years and three children later, as our old, withered bodies lay down for the night, I feel my life drawing to a close. A tear slides from the corner of my eye. I don't want to leave him, but the Lord calls me to join him.

"What's the matter, Jade?" he asks me. "I won't be here in the morning. I know I'm going to die tonight." He takes me in his arms. "Just know that when you pass, I'll be right behind you."

I lay there, with my head on his chest. Another tear slides from my eye, and drops on his chest. An old song comes to mind, and I start to sing it to him, modified to come from a woman.

I close my eyes, and fall asleep. When my eyes open, I see the pearly gates of Heaven before me. As I get up from the cloud I lay upon, I stare at the gates. I walk toward the gates, and reach to push them open. "Wait!" I turn to look behind me. "John?" His arms come around me. "I told you I would be right behind you." He takes my hand in his, and we push the gates open together.