“You’re just dishing out wonderful advice, aren’t ya?”
“You’ve already told her this, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” he says, “but my reputation…”
“I take it you’re putting in the effort now.”
“Yes, but first impressions are everything.”
I laugh and shake my head. “We wouldn’t be friends if that was the case.”
“Fair point.” He glances over his shoulder. “I’m going to snag that spot. You be a good little girl and get your homework done, and maybe later on, we can go out, although it shouldn’t be at night. Not for your first ride.”
I narrow my eyes, considering my options, and then shrug. “Hopefully, learning to ride won’t wear me out. Let’s go. I can get my work done tonight when it’s dark and I can’t ride.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He lets out a whoop. “Come here, you!”
Giggling, I climb on behind him, and he takes off for a field. I'm a little surprised. I mean, no, I don't have a permit. Hell, do they have permits for motorcycles? I'm going to have to study for that. This is more than a little reckless, and I can't risk a cop pulling me over for this, but maybe being off-road is a good idea as far as that is concerned.
But a field?
“Don’t worry,” he says as soon as we climb off the bike. “I can tell you’re worried. This field is as flat as any road, and the police won’t bother us here. My dad brought me here to learn how to ride.”
“Okay. I feel a little better, but, ah, full disclosure, I know next to nothing about bikes. I haven’t even looked at the book to study for a permit.”
“No worries. I got you.”
For the next hour, he teaches me all about a bike and caring for it, all of the mechanics to it, how to drive it.
And then he has me ride it with him behind me.
It’s nerve-racking, to say the least, and I refuse to go very fast at all, but by the time it’s dusk, I’m starting to feel a little better and more comfortable being in front. It’s not as if I haven’t been on many bikes before.
“We should probably head on back soon, don’t you think?” I ask.
“Sure, just let me do one thing first.”
He motions for me to climb off the bike, and I do, and he gestures for me to back up some. I comply, and off he goes, speeding along, and then he pops a wheelie and lets out a loud whoop. Finally, he comes back around.
“I haven’t done that in forever,” he says.
“You’re a real kid at heart, aren’t you?”
“Not at all.”
He draws back on the bike, allowing there to be space in front of him, but if he thinks I’m going to drive us home, he’s crazy. I do climb in font, though, but I face him.
“Thank you for this,” I murmur, reaching up to cup his face.
He turns his head and kisses my palm. “Anytime, doll. Anytime at all.”
Gabe’s lips touch mine, and I sigh against him, melting into him, and in no time at all, he’s yanking a condom out of his wallet and unzipping himself. I pull down my leggings and panties enough for him to be able to slip himself inside me, trying not to think about how I had Ace’s cock inside me a few hours ago. It’s a bit awkward to have sex on top of the motorcycle, but we manage. Sex outdoors? Yeah, I highly recommend it because the thought of a stranger watching you is actually kinda hot.
Everything about those four young men is hot.
I just need to be careful, so I don't end up burned.
Like a moth to a flame…