"Yeah, sure," he said, enjoying the thought of touching her, although a bit apprehensive that this meant she was a lesbian. Whatever, he decided, I'll just enjoy it while it lasts.
Beth dragged him right to the center of the floor, and started dancing. And boy, did she want to put on a show. So much for keeping a low profile, he thought. They were dancing very close, with a lot of contact. Jim didn't have much attention to spare from Beth, but he noticed that much of the football team was surrounding them, and mostly watching Beth and him.
After a couple of dances that he really enjoyed, but which had him incredibly turned on, he grabbed her waist, pulled her close enough to whisper into her ear, and suggested they leave the floor. Just then, a slower song came on, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "This is my favorite song," she said. "Let's stay here for a few more minutes."
Confounded by being so close to her, he just wrapped his hands the rest of the way around her waist, and said, "Ok."
He just closed his eyes, and enjoyed the feel of her against him. It especially felt odd where their breasts were rubbing against one another, but he couldn't get over how good it felt. He knew, if he still had his original plumbing, that he'd be so hard that he'd have trouble walking. As it was, he wasn't sure if he was imagining the flood running down his legs. He closed his eyes, and whispered, just above the music, "You smell really nice."
Jim missed when the song changed, and they stayed like that, cheek to cheek, through another song. When it finished, though, he looked up, and saw that the clock said 11:05. "Oh no," he said, "I'm late! I need to meet a friend and get out of here. He better not leave without me!"
