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   This story is intended for adults only.  If you are not of legal viewing
age, stop reading now, and check out some cartoon site.  Come back when
you're old enough; the words will still be here.

   This is the first in a series of stories about how I met my wife.  Parts
are true.  Parts are embellished truth.  It's up to you to decide what is
what.  WARNING: The first part of this series does not have any sex.  There
is some tease and tension.  The sex will come.  But I'm a man who tends to
enjoy the tease of foreplay.

   Enjoy.

   (MF, MFF, No Sex, Dirty Talk, Teasing)

   Teresa and Miles: The meeting.



   A lil' shorty with long blonde hair and a nice looking booty stood on
the sidewalk.  I was in the middle of the street mumbling the words to New
Edition's "Can You Stand the Rain." It wasn't raining, just drizzling a
little.

   Shorty looks down the sidewalk, watching a few fellas try to pick up
them a lil' sumthin' sumthin'.  But I knew she had her eyes on me.  She'd
peeped me out in the club.  I saw her watching me move while I was on the
floor getting my groove on.

   She was interested.  I just didn't know how much.  If she was interested
enough, she'd holla.

   And she did.

   "Hey, you better get out of the road before you get hit."

   Interesting first line I thought to myself.  But I bit, and replied.

   "Nah, no worries about gettin' hit."

   Hell, the street wasn't busy, in fact it was just a side road, kind of
like an oversized alley behind a hotel.

   "What are you suicidal or something?"

   Uh oh.  This girl is trippin'.  Then again she's probably horny, too. 
She's just like one of the fellas wanting to say anything to keep the
conversation flowing.  I wasn't mad at her.  Hell, I would have done the
same thing.  But tonight was different.  I was going to keep my mouth shut
- at least for a little while.

   I walked over to her.  As I approached, I noticed she was wearing some
of those cotton stretch pants that girls like to wear these days.  These
were a little looser than most, and I liked the type.  They flow with the
booty a little more.  They don't hug the booty; they allow it its natural
jiggle.

   I'd seen the booty from a distance.  I wanted to peep it from up close.
But walking to her and then circlin' around her like an inspector would've
been ill.

   But some commotion happened at the door to the club and she turned
around.

   Sweet.

   Nice width.  Roundness was all right, too.  I could see she had flat
stomach and smallish breasts.  But she did a good job outlinin' her chest
with one of those sweaters that buttons very low.  The open part of the
sweater came up on either side and went over the tip of each of her
breasts. The white sweater and pastel-colored t-shirt she had under it did
good job of giving her this little innocent look.

   I knew it was a front because that innocence faded as soon as she turned
around.  I was standing about a foot and a half from her, definitely within
her personal space.

   She smiled.

   I knew I had her then.  Just bide my time, and I'd be swimmin' in that
booty.  Yeah, this night could turn out all right

   For a few odd seconds of silence, I looked in her eyes, she looked in
mine and I was thinking about my lips on hers, her lips wrapped around my
dick.  Her below me thrashing her head back in forth because of the feeling
of my dick slidin' in an out of her pussy.

   She was reading my mind.  I could tell.  I was reading hers, too.  I
knew she wanted to get to know me better.

   "Why were you standing in the road?" she asked.

   "There were no cars comin'." I said.  "I was just wastin' time waitin'
for my boy."

   "Where is he?"

   "Ahh, he's inside tryin' to find a girl to go home with.  And probably
strikin' out."

   She laughed, and I smiled.

   "Why aren't you inside?"

   C'mon dawg.  Be cool.  This is a test.  This is a test Those were the
thoughts going through my head..

   "Hey, I came out to dance because I love dancing.  I'm not too worried
about findin' somebody to go home with."

   "Oh, so you think you got it like that, huh?  Like you're going to get
somebody anyway?"

   "Nah, it's not like that.  It's not some ego thing.  I just don't go out
looking to get laid.  Now, now don't get me wrong.  If it happens, hey. 
She's feelin' it and I'm feelin' it, we can do that happy wild thang.."

   She gave me this smile that made my dick grow and inch.

   We went on to some small talk.  I found out her name was Teresa.  She
thought my name, Miles, was different and interesting.  She was a
psychology major at the local college.  I was majoring in football, but of
course didn't tell her that.  Business was my educational interest.

   "Hey girl.  What's up?" came words from this girl I'd danced with
earlier.  Outside, in the street light, she didn't look too good.  But I
wasn't interested in her anyway.

   "Hey, Alicia, this is Miles.  Miles, Alicia." Teresa said.

   Alicia started talking about wanting to get out of there because of some
guy who was following her around.  I laughed, thinking it was probably my
boy.  He liked those skinny booty girls.

   Some tall scraggily looking guy came up and Teresa gave him keys to go
get her car.  Two minutes later, he came back with a sweet looking Honda
Accord.

   About this time, my boy came out and wanted to leave.

   "These girls are trippin' man lets jet," Barry said.

   I introduced Barry to Teresa and Alicia.

   "I can give you a ride home if you need it," Teresa told me.

   "Oh, you can give me a ride?" I smiled.

   "I'd love to.  It'd be no problem."

   I told Barry I was OK.  He gave me this dumbfounded look, presumably
because I was leaving with two women, and he was leaving with none.

   The irony was sweet.

   I got in the co-passenger seat.  Alicia got in the back.

   The three of us left.

   Barry stood there shaking his head.
   I smiled.