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I parked my car in the driveway and started towards my front door. Just before I made the turn onto my front sidewalk, Noni ran up, breathing heavily. She grabbed my arm.
"Oh, I'm glad I caught you. A friend of mine needs a favor real bad."
"Another one?"
I didn't want one of Noni's friends. I wanted Noni.
"Yeah, but this is just a date. She's going to a school dance and this is her first time out with a boy. I thought you could, just, you know, like take her somewhere to eat, someplace nice and give her some pointers about dating. That's all. Oh yeah, dinner is her treat, you know, as payment."
"Well, that sounds okay. You didn't tell her about how we, uh,..."
"No, do you think I'm like blabbing the fact that we made love all over the place?"
I was delighted that Noni called it making love instead of having sex or fucking. From my side, with Noni it had been love making. With Tracy, it had been pure unadulterated sex.
"Okay, so, do you have the details? Who and when?"
"I've got to get back home before I'm missed. I'll send you an email. Bye, Mr. Marcus."
Noni pulled me forward by the shoulder for a quick kiss. At least, I thought it was a quick kiss until she tickled my tonsils with her tongue. I watched her run off, wavy brunette hair tossing behind her firm young body with each stride.
Noni's email was waiting for me after dinner. The young lady was named Theresa, Teri for short. But she wasn't. Short, that is. Noni described her as a grammar school version of a supermodel, except that she was in high school. I guessed that to mean she was tall but flat chested. I was to meet her on the corner of Bramton Lane and Fillmore Boulevard, just down the block from her house. I knew and envied the neighborhood. Huge houses owned by people with bundles of money. Money they had nothing better to do than to buy or build oversized houses for their small families. So, Teri was a little rich girl. Now I understood why she was willing to buy dinner. I had my mind all made up about Teri.
Until she opened the door and sat down in my car. She was tall, all right. Her knees were almost touching the dashboard. She wore no makeup, or she was very good at applying makeup that looked like it wasn't there. Her hair was very short and blonde, probably shorter than many of her male classmates. Noni was right about her build. She could have almost been a boy in drag.
"Hello, Mr. Marcus. I'm Teri, uh, Theresa."
"Teri is fine. Noni told me that's what everybody calls you. How are you this evening?"
"Real nervous. Does it show? Noni told me you'd put me at ease. You see, Buddy, Buddy Bradford is taking me to the school dance. Me! But I've never been out before. I don't want to mess it up. I'd be the laughing stock of the school."
"I'm sure Buddy is a gentleman. If you made a social error, he wouldn't blab about it."
"Oh, you wouldn't call Buddy a gentleman if you heard what goes around in school. Did you pick someplace for dinner?"
I looked at her legs, covered to the knees by a modest dress. I thought about the possibility of eating at the 'y" but returned to reality. This was just a date.
"Yes, I have reservations at the Avenue Room of the Westin. Is that okay? I mean, Noni said to pick someplace nice but since dinner is your treat..."
"Oh, that place is just fine. And don't worry about the prices."
I let the uniformed doorman at the front of the hotel open my door. Teri started to open her door herself."
"Wait, Teri, I'll come around."
I circled the rear of the car and finished opening Teri's door. I extended a hand and helped her out. She stood just about as tall as me. I got my first good look at her face. Her eyes, wide set and large, were drinking in the whole experience.
"Take my arm, please."
Teri wound her arm around mine and we entered the hotel and walked to the restaurant as if we owned the place. It was unlikely that we'd run into anyone we knew here, on a weeknight. We were seated immediately, since the place was almost empty. I felt funny, having made an unnecessary reservation.
"So, Teri tell me about yourself. What do you like about school?"
"Well, I'm on the swim team. We're going to State this year. That's why I keep my hair so short."
She ran her fingers through the cropped locks. For some reason, I thought it was a sexy gesture.
We were done with our salads.
"So how are you doing at school? I mean, are you a good student?"
"Pretty good. I won't get an academic scholarship or anything like that. I'm hoping to get one in swimming, though. I set a new division record in the breast stroke."
I found it funny that someone so flat chested would specialize in the breaststroke. I stifled a smile. I didn't understand why Teri would need a scholarship, with her family's wealth. The main courses arrived.
"I took a book out from the library. You know, about manners and etiquette, stuff like that," said Teri.
"Oh, and did you learn anything?"
"Well, they talked about letting a gentleman open doors for you, and pull out your chair, stuff like that. And I already know all of the table manners stuff. You know, like which fork to use for what. My folks make me attend some of their fancy dinner parties."
"It sounds like you're pretty well prepared for your big first date with, Buddy was it? I don't think you need me to teach you anything."
"Oh no, Mr. Marcus, I'm not prepared at all. You see, I've never done anything with a boy."
I choked on my steak
"Are you okay?" asked Teri.
After swallowing the chunk of medium rare beef whole, I took a sip of water.
"I'm fine. What do you mean nothing?"
"Not even a kiss."
"So, why did you ask Noni if I would take you out on a date? And what exactly did she tell you?"
"Oh, it wasn't what Noni said. It was Tracy."
Ah ha! Now things were becoming clearer. And a specific thing was becoming firmer.
"So, Tracy told you something, huh?"
"Yeah, she told me you gave her lessons on how to be intimate with a date. From what I've heard about Buddy, I thought maybe that was exactly the kind of stuff I needed to learn. You're not mad at me, are you Mr. Marcus?"
"No Teri, I'm not angry. Just surprised. Noni told me we were going on a date, to reinforce your social skills. I had no idea you heard from Tracy about our intimacy lesson."
My ice cream was melting from the increased heat of our conversation.
"Teri, this is going to be difficult. Going back to either of our homes is out of the question. Do you expect me to take a room at the hotel?"
"Oh no Mr. Marcus. I live in an apartment above our garage. We'll have all of the privacy we need. Are you about through?"
I hadn't even started.
"Yes, we can go now."
Despite my strong feelings for Noni, there was something drawing me to Teri. I couldn't figure it out. I only knew that I couldn't wait for the valet to bring my car around. I almost forgot to open, hold and close the door for Teri. What kind of a gentleman was I? A horny one! It must have showed.
"Are you okay, Mr. Marcus? Do you get nervous when you, uh, give lessons?"
I slowed down to the speed limit.
"Yes, Teri, I get very nervous. Nervous that I might do something my student doesn't want. Nervous that someone will find out about my lessons. Very nervous indeed."
