Chapter 7: Fran

The basketball season was now over which meant that after completing his studies, Bob Lacy had more time for socializing. He had the time to go out on weekends and possibly expand his social horizons.

Bob's relationship with Stacy had deteriorated after she had told him that she wanted to date other guys. Well, it just wasn't other guys as he later found out. It was one guy that she had her sights set on, Lou. Lou was a junior and had been the other starting guard on the basketball team. Bob thought it was better now than later to find out that she really didn't have deep feelings for him. He thought the sex they had together was great but apparently it wasn't enough. Bob hoped that in time he would find someone he would love.

This weekend there was a dance being sponsored by the same Athletic Organization that was sponsoring a weekend sports tournament. Teams and supporters had come in from four cities to participate in the tournament. Since his college basketball eligibility was exhausted, Bob could now play on a team. The team he was on had a number of ex-college players and because of it they were considered a favorite to win the tournament. Bob's team easily won the two games they played on Saturday.

That evening there was dance. When Bob entered the hall, he saw that it was progressing as most of the dances did. The guys were in the bar drinking beer and the girls were sitting around the dance floor talking with other girls and hoping someone would ask them to dance. Nothing had changed as to how the males and the females conducted themselves at these dances.

Bob paid his respects to the guys in the bar and sipped on a beer. He surmised that if he was going to get lucky with a girl tonight, it wasn't going to happen if he spent his time in the bar. With his beer in hand he drifted out to the dance floor to see what was going on. There were some couples dancing but a number of girls were just sitting at the tables surrounding the dance floor. It seemed like there were four girls for every one guy. As Bob watched the dancers, some of the girls whom he knew or recognized, waived at him. He tipped his beer bottle at them to acknowledge their waves. A few stopped by and he flirted with them. They flirted back, but so far he hadn't met anyone that he was interested in.

He was talking with Mary Beth, who was Keith's current girl friend when he was tapped on the shoulder. He turned and was pleasantly surprised to find that the tap came from Fran. She had come in for the tournament from Cleveland. Fran wasn't a participant in any of the games but decided to come in anyway as there wasn't anything going on in Cleveland she told Bob. Bob wondered if there is ever anything going on in Cleveland.

Bob had met Fran a year ago at an ethnic dance festival. He had sensed good vibes from her but the opportunity to explore these vibes had never presented itself. He wished it had because Fran was an attractive girl. She was a year younger, about five foot seven inches tall, with a better than average figure. Today she was wearing a knee length dark dress that was slit on the side to her mid-thigh. The dress was cut tight enough to show a good rack and a very nice butt. The three-inch high heels she wore showed off some nice legs and ankles. She had a pretty face and her features would cause one to guess that she was of Italian ancestry. Her hair was styled in a pixie cut and was dark brown.

He gave her a hug and felt her breasts pressing him. They felt nice and firm. Their conversation centered about what had been going on since they last saw each other. The band had just finished playing a set. Bob he asked her if she wanted a drink and she did. She took his arm as they walked back to the bar.

There was a crowd at the bar, but Bob was able to order a drink. He noticed that Fran and he were getting some looks from the fellows in the bar. He guessed the guys were wondering were this good looking girl had come from. Bob enjoyed these looks but the bar was not the place to develop a relationship. He took her hand and guided her back to a table by the dance floor. He complimented her on her looks and the sexy dress she was wearing. Fran blushed at his complements and seem to enjoy hearing them.

As he talked to her he noticed that she had crossed her legs and with the slit in her skirt parted. He saw a great looking leg up to her mid-thigh. She noticed where his gaze was but didn't say anything. In fact, she may have sat up straighter, which caused her breasts to be more pronounced.

One of her hands was playing with a lock of her hair as she conversed with him. Every so often she would touch Bob on his arms or hands. Bob remembered what his sister had told him a few years ago about body language and what the signals meant if a girl was preening. He thought that these were signs that she was non-verbally giving to him. His interpretation of these signs was that she had a strong interest or desire to be with him.

The band started up and he asked her to dance. She rose and walked in front of him on to the dance floor. This gave him a chance to watch the undulation of her hips and he had to admit she had a classic backside. She stopped, turned, and held her arms open to him. He walked into her arms and took her right hand with his left hand and encircled her waist with his right arm. His hand on her waist told him that she must work out to have this body tone. He lowered this hand to where it was just on top of her buttocks. There was no objection from Fran as to his hand placement.

As they danced, he brought her closer to him, which had the result of having her breasts pressing against him. Again there was no objection from her.

He breathed in her perfume which was light and sensual. He was starting to get aroused and now his partially erect penis was pressing against her. She didn't seem to object and in fact may have moved closer to him with her hips. He danced three consecutive dances with her. After the last song ended he walked closely behind her back to the table and once seated things were brought under control.

They talked some more and he complimented her on her dancing ability. Every compliment he gave her would cause her to blush and giggle and lean closer to him. He refreshed their drinks and had some additional dances with Fran. As far as they were concerned they were the only two people at the dance even though some friends and acquaintances would make periodic appearances at their table for some chit chat.

Time flew by and before they knew it was almost eleven. The dance was still going on but they both were thinking maybe they should leave.

Bob asked her if she wanted to leave and she gave it a quick, "Yes."

Fran went to look for her roommate to tell her that she was leaving. Bob went for their coats.

Fran came back and had a little smile on her face. Bob wondered about it, but didn't ask her why she had his smile. They walked to Bob's car and he was given a shot of her upper thighs as he helped her into the car. She slid over to open his car door and stayed seated in the middle of the bench seat when Bob entered the car.

He drove to a park that was near which was a popular make out spot. After parking he put his arm over her shoulders and she turned into him and sought his lips. Her lips were parted and her tongue was active as it sought Bob's tongue. Her arms went around his neck. One of his hands went inside her coat and cupped a breast, which felt larger than it had looked even though it was encased in her bra. Bob thought that she was pressing her breast harder against his hand and he thought he could feel her nipple.

Fran was getting turned on as her breathing increased and her tongue became more active. Suddenly there was a tapping on the car window and a flashlight was shinning in on them. There was a police officer outside the car saying that the park closed at eleven thirty and they would need to leave. Bob was aware of that rule but it was rarely enforced. Some thing must have happened to cause this enforcement.

Bob started the car and wondered out loud, "Where to go now?'

Fran solved that problem when she said, "My roommate told me that she was going to a party after the dance and wouldn't be back till it was late. If you want we can go to my room at the motel."

Bob wondered if that was why Fran was smiling when they were leaving the dance.

It was a quick ten minute car ride to the motel. Fran gave him another good shot of her legs as she exited the car which he thought might have been intentional on her part but who was he to complain.

Once they where inside her room Bob noticed that Fran put the inside chain on the door.

"Forget the body language," he thought, "You would have to be stupid to miss these signs that she was giving."

She offered him a drink but he declined. Fran told him to make himself comfortable and she was going to do so as well. He saw that she picked up a small case and entered the bathroom. Bob took off his coat, jacket, tie and shoes. There was no chair in the room so he sat himself on the bed waiting. This was getting interesting he thought.