I ran home, showered and changed clothes, and picked Linda up at sundown, about 7, or so. She'd changed to a black miniskirt with a low-cut black and silver t-shirt. She'd also put on a bra that pushed her breasts up into the opening of the t-shirt. No nipples now, but just as yummy looking. She gave me a quick hug, called out a goodbye to Bud and Becky, and we were off. Being the Southern gentleman I am, I opened her door for her and was rewarded by a clear view of her inner thighs as she got in. Then she turned with her knees toward me and her back against the door. What a lovely sight when I sat down behind the wheel. Geez! I have to watch the flippin' road, you know.

We drove around, visited some of my old haunts. The old lady's home I rented a room at was now converted to lawyers' offices; the drag strip was closed; one of the drive-in movie theaters was closed, as was one of the downtown theaters I'd hung out at; some stores were closed, new stores had been built; little was the same as it was. Thatâ??s progress for you. Amazing what changes happen in the course of 4 short years. The most amazing change was next to me in the car, laughing, smiling, twinkling eyes, filling my car with her tantalizing scent, daring me to not watch the road. We had dinner at a fairly new Mexican restaurant. Not the greatest, if you've ever had real Mexican food, but not bad for the South. As we ate and chatted she kept rubbing my feet with hers, very nonchalantly as if we'd done that for years. I was surprised with how easy it was to talk to her. Usually, chatting with a date was manageable, but required some effort. That evening there was no effort, just pleasant dialogue.

As the evening drew to a close, we left the restaurant and I assumed I'd be taking her back to Bud and Becky's when she said, "You don't know where I live, do you?" Well, duh! She directed me to a small house she was renting, not far from the one she grew up in and just a bit farther than the one I'd rented a room at. It was a small, shotgun house, but plenty big enough for one and certainly more room than an apartment. I walked her to the door, told her what a wonderful time I'd had and that I really would like to see her again. She replied that the evening did not have to end right then and invited me in. Ho, boy!!

We entered her home, which was wonderfully decorated in an Indian/Hindu fashion rather popular back then, although not too common in that part of the country. Beads, tapestries, black velvet paintings with black light illumination, statues, and incense. There was something very comforting and easing about it. Peaceful. That's the right word. She put down her purse, lit a stick of incense, put on an eight-track of sitar music very low, and walked back to stand very close in front of me. Her hands were behind her back and she looked very intently into my eyes as she asked if I would like anything. The corners of her mouth were twitching up, almost as if in amusement.

I closed the gap between us, put my arms around her to clasp her hands right where they were behind her, said "You", and kissed her. As our lips met her body leaned into mine, almost melting against me it felt like. Her mouth opened and her tongue met mine on the way in, twining and twisting and teasing; literally playing cat and mouse in her mouth. Our breathing became quicker and I noticed an odor over the incense - her odor.

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