"My sis is asleep," she confessed excitedly.

"Sit down and have a drink with me," Eddy said. He made room and pushed the half-shot pint at her. Terry shook her head.

"I don't drink."

"Ever tried any?"

"No."

"Then maybe you do drink," he laughed and Terry had to laugh with him. She took the smooth bottle in both hands and sniffed it.

"Smells like medicine."

"Yep, it'll cure anything." He slipped an arm around her shoulders. Terry had to close her eyes for a second to let the hot thrills pass.

"Maybe just a sip," she said, putting the bottle to her lips. Her first gulp was too much and she started coughing. A warmness spread down her throat and into her belly. She pushed the bottle back at Eddy. He took a man-sized slug and wiped his lips.

"Damn, you smell good," he said, nuzzling against her neck. Terry let him, enjoying the chills that rushed over her skin. Eddy kissed her behind the ear and then nibbled at her lobe until she had to sigh out loud. She put a hand at the nape of his neck and tickled him there as their lips met. He tasted like whiskey and cigarette smoke, but Terry liked the taste. She felt like a woman… a real woman.

It was dark back in that corner where the last seat was. Eddy's hands began to explore. Terry held her breath as he touched her knee and began to inch upwards.

"Ohhh… Eddy…" She kissed him feverishly. She knew she wasn't very cool when it came to making out. Her girl friends had told her that she should play harder to get. That she shouldn't let a guy touch her anywhere he wanted right off. But it was so hard to make them stop! Their fingers felt so good on her flesh. Eddy squeezed the soft inside of her thigh. His other hand was sneaking under her blouse, rubbing the small of her back. She felt dizzy and out of breath and wonderful.