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[Saturday, October 15]

Tami made the drive to College Station in Eric's pick-up (he'd gone down on the team bus). The Bears were battling the Aggies today, which meant she was going to see Mo McArnold again, at least on the field.

She watched her ex-boyfriend and her current boyfriend face off. Eric was put in to play for the second half. Almost immediately, Mo sacked him, after which Mo did a self-satisfied victory dance. Later, however, Eric managed to throw a fairly spectacular touchdown pass. There was hope the Bears might get back in the game, but, in the end, they lost to A&M 28-14.

Mr. Taylor was in town for the game, and afterward Tami, Eric, and his father went out to a late dinner. Tami daydreamed and slowly ate her food while Mr. Taylor dissected his son's game with him, play by play. As Eric discussed the game with his father, the emotion in his eyes drifted from pride (when Mr. Taylor praised him for the touchdown pass), to irritation (when Mr. Taylor advised him as to why he had gotten sacked by Mo and how he could better avoid it in the future), to interest (when they began discussing the history of the competing teams).

Mr. Taylor cut into his steak. "Sorry, Tami, are we boring you?"

She smiled. "I understand how important the post-game dissection is for Eric. I'm just not sure I need to be here for it."

"Well, you're getting a free steak out of the ordeal," Mr. Taylor said. "And dessert, if you want it."

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After dessert, Tami and Eric began the hour and a half drive back to Waco. Eric took command of the pick-up she had driven down. The roads were dark and sparsely populated at nine o'clock on a Saturday.

Twenty miles into their journey, he dropped a hand from the steering wheel to her bare knee, which peeked out just below her skirt. He circled a finger gently against her flesh. "So…." he asked, "Did I do enough work today?'

"I don't know," she teased. "You forgot to pull out my chair at the restaurant."

"I didn't forget. You beat me to it." He eased her skirt up ever so slightly and began caressing her leg just above the knee. "Don't I get credit for that touchdown pass?"

She turned her face to the window and smiled. "Three points." She had to admit, it was a major turn on watching him play.

"How many points do I need?"

"Ten."

"Ten!" He shook his head. He thought for a moment. "I opened the truck door for you."

"Okay, you're up to four."

"I did it twice."

"Fine, five."

"I remembered you like your steak medium rare."

"Six."

He slid his hand a little higher, her skirt crumpling up as he did so. She couldn't help letting her legs fall open just a little.

With one fingertip he caressed her inner thigh. "I didn't get in a fight with Mo. Just for you."

She laughed. "Seven."

He trailed his finger up just a little higher and almost, but not quite, touched her panties.

She was tingling now.

"Instead of going to the football party and then going back on the team bus tomorrow morning, I took you out for a nice dinner and I'm driving you home."

"Your father took us to dinner," she reminded him.

"I suggested your favorite steak house. And I'm driving you home."

"Fine. Eight points."

"That's two things."

She laughed. "Very well. Nine points."

He smiled. He slipped his hand out from under her skirt and slid his arm around her shoulders, urging her closer. She loved that this old pick-up had bench seats. She unbuckled her seat belt, scooted over, and leaned her head against his shoulder.

Eric began to caress her arm, just below her short sleeve shirt, with three fingers. Texas had given them a warm, 78 degree fall evening. He had the windows partially down, because his A/C was on the fritz. The whipping breeze rustled her thick hair.

"You still need one more point," she teased him.

He ran his fingertips slowly up her arm and over her shoulder before slipping his hand down the v-neck of her shirt and into the left cup of her bra. Heat shot through her as he teased her nipple. She closed her eyes. Eric slid his hand out of that cup and dipped it in the other. Tami pushed her legs tightly together to try to tame the tingling that was fast growing to a burn.

His voice low, Eric said, "I just made your nipples rock hard. Surely that's one point?"

Tami couldn't bring herself to speak. Instead, with her eyes closed, she let him continue to toy with her breasts as he drove one handed. He moved his fingers from one to the other, caressing and circling and pinching, while she tried not to whimper.

Tami pushed her thighs as closely together as she could. She was throbbing. Her eyes didn't open until he slipped his hand out of her shirt.

Eric gripped the steering wheel with both hands as he turned off the road into the deserted parking lot of a high school. He roared around back and parked the truck in a far, unlit corner, where he switched off the engine and reached under the bench seat.

There was a crack and then a pop, and Tami yelped as the seat sprung back another three inches, as far as it could go.

Eric patted his lap.

Tami smiled coyly, slipped off her shoes, and slid her panties off from underneath her skirt. She'd just dropped them to the floor of the truck when he swept her onto his lap so that she was facing toward the steering wheel.

Eric brushed her hair to the side. While kissing the back of her neck, he slid his hands beneath her shirt to pop her bra open. When her breasts spilled out, he captured them in his hands and began to softly knead them. Tami moaned.

This would be the first time they'd ever done it in a vehicle. Tami had fooled around plenty in the backseat of Mo's Camaro. Though they'd never gone all the way, she'd given Mo some satisfaction in those close quarters, and she'd always wished for more room and greater comfort. But tonight, room and comfort were far from her thoughts. She just wanted the burning between her legs to stop.

Eric's breath grew raspy, and she could feel his erection against her bottom. "Put your knees on either side of me," he commanded.

Gripping the steering wheel for support, she repositioned herself, a knee on the bench seat to one side of his left leg, and another knee down to the right. This lifted her from his lap, and she could hear him rustling to unsnap and unzip himself.

"Don't forget the condom," she told him, eager for him to hurry up.

"I've got it." She heard the rip of foil and his low groan as he rolled it on himself. "Are you wet enough?" He slid a hand under her skirt to touch her intimately, and her whimper and his own test must have told her she was, because he drew his hand away and pushed into her from behind.

She cried out his name.

"Just right," he murmured. "You feel perfect, Tami. I've fantasized about taking you exactly like this."

Soon enough, Eric had no more words, only breaths and grunts and finally, one long cry of release, which mingled with her own final moan.

Tami collapsed on the steering wheel. The horn let out a loud, long blast.

She threw herself back from it, laughing, and slid off of him to her side of the bench seat. He was sitting with his eyes closed, his head back against the head rest, breathing hard. She smiled and pulled her panties back on, reclasped her bra, and smoothed her skirt. She left her shoes off.

He continued to sit there, eyes closed, breathing in and out.

She buckled back in. "You going to drive me home sometime, sugar?"

He swallowed, licked his lips, and finally opened his eyes. As if in a daze, he took off the condom, put it in a plastic trash bag, and zipped and buttoned himself up. Then he just sat there for a moment more, staring at the wheel and breathing.

She giggled. "That took a lot out of you."

He exhaled a deep breath and drew it in again. "How can you just…" It was a minute before he finished his thought. "You don't need any time at all to recover, do you?"

"What can I say? You energize me."

He smiled and breathed in and out again.

"You need a Gatorade or something, sugar?"

He laughed, slid on his seatbelt, and started the truck.