"Hey, lighten up baby, I ain't doin' nothing to you."

Terry pulled her hand out of his shorts. "I'd better act back to my seat."

"Wait," Eddy said, grabbing her wrist. "I messed up. I'm sorry. I thought maybe you wanted to screw."

"Well, I don't. Not here anyway. And maybe not even with you." She lifted her chin and wrinkled her short nose at him as if he was suddenly disgusting. Inside she was still very curious and more than a little excited. But it wasn't easy to act so cool.

"How about giving me a hand-job?" Eddy said, smiling at her. He tipped the bottle up again. There wasn't much whiskey left.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."

"Like hell," he grinned, pulling her face close. The kiss excited her more than she meant it to. What was it about this guy? What was it about any guy? It seemed like she had a little trigger somewhere that went off with hardly a touch. Her heart raced as his tongue plunged in and out between her teeth. Eddy sure knew how to kiss. When he sucked her own tongue into his mouth she let him and dissolved into his embrace with a whimper.

"I've got to go," she managed to say, trying to leave.

"Give me that hand-job baby. I'll really appreciate it."

"Eddy, let me go."

"Come on, sugar…" He took her hand and pushed it down again. This time his cock was free of his shorts altogether. In the dim light from passing cars, she could see the shape and size of it clearly. It was thick around the shaft and very white. The veins jutted up like worms winding from his balls to the tip. And that tip! It flared out from the rest of the soldier's prick like some strange mushroom. It was different in color too… a dark purple. No wonder it had felt so strange when she'd had her hand plunged deep into his jockey shorts. Teresa had the strangest desire to touch it again. But she sucked in a deep breath and started to get up.