	
	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 youre 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. Its 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 Im 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 Editions Can You Stand the Rain. It wasnt 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. Shed 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 didnt know how much. If she was interested enough, shed 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 wasnt 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 shes probably horny, too. Shes just like one of the fellas wanting to say anything to keep the conversation flowing. I wasnt 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 dont hug the booty; they allow it its natural jiggle.
	Id 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 wouldve 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 Id 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, hes inside tryin to find a girl to go home with. And probably strikin out.
	She laughed, and I smiled.
	Why arent you inside?
	Cmon 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. Im not too worried about findin somebody to go home with.
	Oh, so you think you got it like that, huh? Like youre going to get somebody anyway?
	Nah, its not like that. Its not some ego thing. I just dont go out looking to get laid. Now, now dont get me wrong. If it happens, hey. Shes feelin it and Im 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 didnt tell her that. Business was my educational interest.
	Hey girl. Whats up? came words from this girl Id danced with earlier. Outside, in the street light, she didnt look too good. But I wasnt 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.
	Id love to. Itd 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.
