"Oh." Doug felt defeated.

Angie saw the disappointment on his face. Maybe he is ready, she thought. What we couldn't do together. She leaned closer to him. "But you could come to my house."

Doug looked at her and blinked his eyes. She was such an illogical girl. Jumping from negative to positive.

"Unless you're afraid to," she jibed.

At last! A proposition. Loud and clear. Why not? Her parents probably went out a lot anyway. He smiled. "When?"

"Tonight?"

He could re-arrange his schedule. Put off starting that new research project. "What time?"

"7:30?" Will he have enough nerve to come? she asked herself.

"Okay," Will she let me do it to her? he asked himself.

***

That night it seemed as if everyone was watching him as he walked the two blocks to her house. He stood uneasily on the doorstep and rang the bell. As soon as she opened the door, he escaped inside.

"Come," she said.

She had on some fancy lounging pajamas in a slinky material that moved sensuously with every step she took. Her smooth undulating buttocks fascinated him. What law of engineering did they operate under?

The room was way in the back of the house, isolated from the other rooms. He felt a little shocked as he stepped into it and saw the bed. This was her bedroom!

"Drinking?" She held up a bottle of wine.

Doug nodded casually. He thought, anything you can do, I can do.

A stereo on the wall was blaring rock-n-roll music. 'Let me, baby, baby, won't you let me?' the young voice sang sensually to the pounding beat. Doug felt his heart begin pounding.

Angie smiled slyly as she handed him the large wine glass filled to the brim. She held up her glass in a toast. "To your health," she said and drank.

Nervously, Doug gulped the wine down, hardly tasting its sourness. Angie refilled his glass. Her liquid brown eyes were excited. They kept looking at him expectantly.