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 Both Teresa and I were getting tired of hearing Alicia.  It was time to get
her out of the car.  I leaned over to Teresa, smiled and whispered to her
to follow my lead.  Then I gave her a soft peck on the cheek.

   "Teresa, would you like it if I did those things to you," I asked.

   "Yeah, I would ... at some point," Teresa smiled.

   Sweet.  She was doing exactly what I wanted.

   "At some point," I mumbled.  "Hmmmmmmmm.  You know, I'd like to get to
that point.  But I can't seem to do it when there is so much interruption.
You know, people yapping about this and yapping about that.  Constantly
yap, yap, yap.  Don't you just hate a yapping person?"

   "I know what you mean.  Every time I think you're about to leave that
teasing ... er ... ahh I mean , flirting phase and get into something more
serious, there comes the yapping again."

   "Oh.  Fuck both of y'all.  I can take a fuckin' hint," Alicia said as
she opened the door.  Then she yelled at the top of her lungs.  "Fuck you
Miles!  Fuck you Teresa!  Both of y'all Fuck you!"

   Just as Alicia turned to walk into the house, a car pulled up.  Out
jumped one of my teammates.  He grabbed Alicia's arm and began to drag her
into the apartment.

   I didn't like the way that scene looked, and I unbuckled my seat belt
and started to go after him.

   "Wait!" Teresa yelled as she grabbed my inner thigh trying to sit me
down.  "This shit happens all the fucking time.  He's a jealous asshole and
she's stupid for being with him.  It's all fucked up.  You'd only make
things worse if you went in there.  Just sit down."

   I looked down at Teresa's hand.  It was inches away from my dick, which
started to stir.  Then I heard a man's screaming voice followed by a louder
screaming voice from Alicia, who was apparently giving as much as she was
taking.

   I wanted to go in there, tell them both to stop and shut up.  It would
have made me more comfortable to know that she was alright.

   The door opened.  I quickly sat down, not missing the fact that Teresa's
hands were still on my inner thigh.  Alicia walked up to the car.

   "Hey, I'll be all right," she said, then looked at my crotch and
giggled. "I see y'uns, wasn't too worried about me any way."

   I looked down, too.  Then up into Teresa's eyes.  Her hands didn't move,
but my dick did.  It had reached down until the tip was flush against her
thumb.

   Teresa slightly moved her thumb, slowly, almost unnoticing across the
head of my dick.  I smiled, leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

   "You ready to go?"

   Teresa took deep breath, sighed and said, "No."

   "No?"

   "It's crazy, but I want to see where this goes.  I only met you two
hours ago.  I know that.  But I'm starting to feel happy.  I'm starting to
feel happier than I've felt in a while."

   "How about this, if we go, if we leave Alicia standing here with her
stanky alcohol breath and this cheesy grin, I'll make you feel like the
happiest woman on Earth."

   "How are you going to do that?  And before you answer, I want details.
I'm not putting the key in this ignition until I know how I'm going to be
the happiest woman on the planet.

   I put my left hand on top of Teresa's hand an turned my hips so I could
reach her hair with my right hand.  The turning also shielded my crotch
from Alicia's view.  With my hand on top of Teresa's, we reached up,
grabbed the zipper, pulled it down.  Out sprang my dick.  But Teresa
wouldn't look down.  She maintained eye contact with me.

   "I want to grab it," Teresa told me.  "Can I grab it?"

   "Yes ... but not here."

   "Fuck you."

   I moved my hand off hers, grabbed my dick and made sure the hardness of
the shaft touched the backside of her hand, up to her knuckles and on to
her fingers.  She tried to turn over her hand so she could grasp my dick.

   I pulled it away.

   "Fuck it," she said.  "Lets go.  Bye Alicia."

   "See ya girl," Alicia said laughing.  "Be happy."

   Teresa backed up and pulled out of the parking lot.  As she drove toward
campus, I tilted the seat back and began to stuff my dick back into my
pants.

   "Don't put it away," Teresa said.  "I still want you to tell me what I
get."

   She then reach over, acting like she was going for the gearshift,
grabbed my dick instead.

   "Well?" she asked after a few miles of silence with her just holding on
my dick.  "What do I get?"

   "Take a left at this next stop sign," I told her.  "Yeah, right here. 
Now go up two blocks and hang a right."

   "What's there?"

   "Monkey bars, swings and ... a merry-go-round that I'd like to chase you
around.

   Teresa smiled and sped up a bit.

   We made it to the park, got out of the car and walked over to the
swings. A street light a few hundred yards away was our only light.  But we
didn't need to see.  I sat on a swing.  Teresa straddled me, both of us
holding onto the chain.  Both of us conscious of my hard dick sticking up
between us.

   "Make me happy," Teresa said as she brought her face down to mine.

   "No worries," I smiled.

   Finally, the lips I'd been wondering about the past two and half hours,
were on my lips.  I broke the kiss with a smile.

   "What?" she asked.

   "What is today's date?"

   "April 26th, I think."

   "But it's passed midnight.  So that makes it April 27, 1990."

   "26th 27th what does it matter?"

   "Something just tells me I'm going to remember this day for a long
time."

   "Then remember it by doing what you said you'd do."

   "Which was?"

   "Fucking, make me happy."

   "Like I said, no worries."

   I told Teresa to tightly grab the chains.  I let go.  My hands were free
to roam.  Free to play with her toys.  I rubbed her waist, taking my hands
around the small of her back and up to her neck.  I began to massage her
neck and shoulders.  Teresa leaned her head back.  I took advantage and
lightly kissed her neck.

   She sighed.

   Yeah, April 27th was starting out pretty damn well.