shook our bodies all the way down to the ground on the Jacksonsâ âShake Your Body Down (to the Ground).â We got funky on Peter Brownâs âDo You Wanna Get Funky with Me?â and funked up with Sylvesterâs âDo You Wanna Funk?â We rocked! and freaked! off of GQâs âDisco Nights.â We took our time on the S.O.S. Bandâs âTake Your Timeâ and fixed it with Ashford & Simpsonâs âFound a Cure,â on which he seemed to catch the Holy Ghost: head extended up to the heavens, eyes closed, right hand bent in the air at a forty-five-degree angle, body bobbing on his toes, and mumbling some very unintelligible yet sexy words. We really got our Praise on with Tramaine Hawkinsâs âFall Down,â Vanessa Bell Armstrongâs âPressing On,â and the Clark Sistersâ âYou Brought the Sunshine.â We boogied on Heatwaveâs âBoogie Nightsâ and boogie-oogied on A Taste of Honeyâs âBoogie Oogie Oogie.â We had a better-than-good time on Chicâs âGood Times.â
And the Gap Band summed up the entire experience: âOutstanding.â
Believe it or not, with all this bumpinâ, shakinâ, funkinâ, rockinâ, freakinâ, and boogie-inâ goinâ on, I kept my distanceâemotionally speaking. I let him initiate everything that happenedâand he had no problem performing that role.
I didnât place my arms around his waistâ he placed them there.
I didnât pull off his shirtâ he had me do it (he didnât wait for an invitation, though, to unbutton and remove my black Polo).
I didnât plant my hands on and massage his chest, teasing those pointy nipples as I bumped him from behindâ he planted them there (he returned the favor, nipplinâ and nubbinâ me).
And I didnât grab ahold of his ass ⦠okay, I did do that on my own, but only because he had ahold of mine (and I could tell by that gleam in his eyes that thatâs what he wanted).
The only sounds that came out of his mouth were gruff Ah s, Oh s, and Mph s (I released some myself). But that changed as McFadden & Whiteheadâs âAinât No Stoppinâ Us Nowâ faded out and MFSBâs âLove Is the Messageâ began. We were in what had become our favorite positionâhis arms stretched out on my shoulders, his meaty thighs squeezing mine, my left hand palming the small of his back, and my right hand glued to his left butt cheekâwhen he leaned in and brought his lips close to my ear. He inhaled. He was about to say his first wordsâbut they werenât what I expected.
âCan you Tango Hustle?â he cautiously asked in a creamy baritone voice.
We had done every dance you could think ofâthe Snake, the Wop, the Electric Slide, the Bus Stop, the Tootsie Roll, the Running Man, the Wave, the Drop, the Smurf, the Cabbage Patch, the Funky Chicken, even very old-school moves like the Shake, the Mashed Potato, the Jerk, and the Twist. And we did them without discussion or negotiationâwe naturally fell into each groove, reading the otherâs mind and knowing which foot (and what other body parts) to put forward (or backward). That heâd query me about this one signaled heâd probably come across few (if any) who knew how.
I wasnât one of those people. âI sure can.â
He was happy to hear that.
Once again I let him take the lead. We glided throughout the crowd, never missing a turn, spin, or dip (we each got dropped).
After a dozen other âloveâ tracksâStephanie Millsâs âWhat Cha Gonna Do with My Lovinâ?,â Phyllis Hymanâs âYou Know How to Love Me,â the Jones Girlsâ âYou Gonna Make Me Love Somebody Else,â René & Ãngelaâs âI Love You More,â Inner Lifeâs âIâm Caught Up (in a One Night Love Affair),â
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