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 "You and this feeling happy," Teresa started.  "You try to feel happy a
lot?"

   "Nah, not all the time," I said.  "Only when I have good reason and the
right motivation."

   "Oh Lord," Alicia laughed then mocked me.  " `The right motivation ....'
You are a fucking trip."

   "Well, let me apologize for not being the overzealous type of brotha
you're used to encountering."

   "Teresa, would you listen to this, `overzealous' how many muthafuckas
say `overzealous'?  Muthafucka probably don't know what the shit means."

   Alicia kept talking.  With every breath she sounded more and more
idiotic.  I kept my attention on Teresa.  She shook her head as Alicia
yapped.  It sounded like Alicia had a bit too much to drink.  But after
less than a mile, she was sleeping.

   Yeah, too much to drink.

   "She can be a little chatty," Teresa told me.  "Don't pay much attention
to her."

   "Trust me, I haven't."

   "Uh huh.  You're just a flirt, aren't you?"

   "Me?  A flirt?  C'mon, now.  I don't go out enough flirt.  I just like
keeping interesting conversation, and if the woman ... or person ...
happens to look as good as you, so be it.  But it's just talk, no
flirting."

   Teresa laughed more and shook her head again.  She said didn't know what
to think about me.  I liked it like that.  Keep them guessing.  That's what
my pops always said.  Show the interest, let them know that they are
everything they think they are.  But keep them guessing.

   I was nice enough according to Teresa.  But there was something
different about me that she said she couldn't seem to put a finger on.

   She asked me if I flattered all the girls in my own peculiar way.  I
told her only the girls who deserve it.  Hell, I was having a great time.
Hadn't left campus in several months.  And the first time I do, I meet a
girl who first question was not, "Are you a Razorback football player?"

   We had a nice little flirt game going on, too.  I wondered how far to
take it.  Didn't want to piss off this girl and have her pulling over,
calling the cops at three in the morning.

   I quickly thought about what she could pull over to do.  I smiled, and
my dick began to stir.

   We had been driving south on College, passed by a Food4Less, Wal-Mart
and a Hastings video shopping center.  It got very dark after a right hand
turn took us onto a street by this German auto shop.

   I wanted Teresa to stop right there.  I didn't care that Alicia was in
the back.  Teresa slowly drove down the street, so slow, that I didn't
think she wanted Alicia to get home.  Maybe she was scared she wouldn't be
able to handle her hormones after Alicia left the car.  I laughed at the
thought.  A little ego.  But it was still funny.

   "OK, you're quiet again," Teresa said.  "What are you over there
thinking about."

   "Nada.  Just looking around trying to get my bearings."

   "Why?"

   "In case you get tired of a brotha.  I'll know how to get back home."

   "Oh, I don't know if I'll get tired of you."

   "Yeah, I know.  We haven't done anything to get tired."

   "OOOO, OK Now.  No we haven't, have we?"

   "It's a trip, isn't it?  Instead of taking her home, we could be
somewhere getting tired."

   "Like where."

   "Maybe a park."

   "A park?  Why there."

   "They all have swings, monkey bars, merry-go-rounds, you know, things we
could use to help us get tired."

   "Monkey bars?  You're a bit adventurous, aren't you?"

   "Adventurous?"

   "Yes.  Adventurous."

   "Oh.  Oh.  Oh.  I get now.  You thought I was talking about..."

   "Don't even try it.  I know that you know that I knew what you were
talking about."

   "Hey, I was talking about doing pull ups on the monkey bars, working our
legs and lats on the swing ..."

   "And the merry-go-round?"

   "Well, I figured you could chase me around it, and once you caught me
I'd have to chase you.  I'll tell you , it works wonders on the lateral
quickness."

   "Well, what happens when you catch me?"

   "When I catch you then ..."

   "Yeah, Miles," Alicia said, sounding groggy.  "What happens when you
catch little missy?  Huh?  Huh?  Is that when you want to introduce her you
little Miles?  Is that when you want to, ahh how'd you say it ... Feel her
booty while she's riding up and down.  You want to kiss her lips, her neck,
her cheeks.  I think you said you wanted to lick and suckle on her nipples.
Oh yeah and then, hold onto the narrow part of her waist, steering her
pelvis while you're buried more than a half foot inside her body.  Is that
what you want to do when you catch her?"

   Neither Teresa nor I knew Alicia was awake.  She just laughed at both of
us as she gathered her self, getting ready to go.  Alicia sat up between
the front seats.  Her head leaned in over, first looking at me, then at
Teresa.

   "Well?" she asked.  "Is that what you're going to do when you catch
her?"

   I didn't look at Alicia.  Instead I looked a Teresa the entire time.

   "Now who has the vivid imagination?" I said.  "How long have you been
eavesdropping?"

   "Don't try to change the subject.  I asked a question.  Is that what you
want to do to my little girlfriend here?  Do you want to do all those sweet
little nasty things and make her feel, as you say, happy?"

   Teresa park her car in front of Alicia's apartment and pulled up the
parking break.  Alicia was almost leaning over the seat how.  She grabbed
Teresa's hand, kiss it, and mumbled something about she better have a damn
good time.

   Teresa said she would probably just take me to my dorm and call it a
night.  She said she still had to drive back to some place called Rogers,
where she lived.

   Alicia, as drunk as ever, kissed Teresa hand again, then yanked Teresa's
hand as well as lurching Teresa's body so that Teresa's hand sat right on
my crotch.

   After the initial surprise, my dick began to stir again.  I didn't reach
to move Teresa's hand.  But she tried to move it back.  Alicia, wasn't
having that.  She put her other hand on Teresa's wrist and kept it there.
Alicia moved one of her hand on top of Teresa's and squeezed.

   Yeah my dick was getting hard, and Teresa felt it.

   Alicia raised up, a bit.  She took her hand off Teresa's hand and the
other off Teresa's wrist.  But Teresa's hand stayed there.  Her fingers
instinctively wrapping around my dick.

   I was fully hard by then.  I wanted to unzip my pants so Teresa could
feel my flesh and I could feel her flesh on me.  I didn't give a shit if
Alicia was there or not.

   "See there," Alicia said, breaking the few seconds of silence and
causing Teresa to take away her hand.  "He does want to do those things to
you girl.  Look at him.  He's still hard.  And from up here he looks like
he could make you very happy."

   Teresa didn't look at me.  She was embarrassed that she let Alicia do
that.  She was more embarrassed that she so brazenly left her hand on my
dick and actually grabbed it.

   She knew Alicia was right.  She knew what I wanted to do to her.  She
knew that I wanted to feel her up, from the inside.  Even more, Teresa knew
she wanted me to do it.  It scared her a bit.  She'd only met me a little
more than an hour before and she was ready to fuck me.  That wasn't like
her.  She wasn't a prude, she thought to herself, but damn.  She didn't
know anything about me except what she felt in her hands.  And that much,
she definitely liked.

   I'm not hung like the proverbial horse, but I don't have a midget dick
either.  Just perfect Teresa thought.

   "Miles, you still haven't answered my question," Alicia said, smiling.
"You want to get happy with Teresa or what."

   "What ever makes Teresa happy, Alicia," I said.  "If it makes her happy,
I'd be more than willing to do it ... at some point."

   "At some point?  What the hell does that frigid ass shit mean?  At some
point.  Look at Teresa.  Look at her.  Can't you tell the woman is
flustered and is getting horny?  Can't you read those signals?  Damn, boy,
if you want some booty, you'd better get with the program."