my shoes on the floor. I swear she has spidey senses and could feel I was getting ready to go on a date.
“Yeah, that’s her. Her name’s Laken.”
She talks to someone in the background and then giggles. “She’s perfect. I like her.”
“Mom, you met her once for about five minutes. How can you even tell?” I’m curious and anxious at what she’s going to say.
“Because after she talked to you on the sidelines and walked back to sit down, she was smiling ear to ear and her cheeks were an adorable shade of pink.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
Why does that make my heart beat a little bit faster? “Okay, I have to finish getting ready. I love you.”
“I love you too, my baby boy. Have fun, and I want to hear everything… Well, not everything.”
“Okay, I’m hanging up now. Say hi to Dad for me.” I hang up before she can embarrass me more.
I slip my black motorcycle boots on and stand. I grab my wallet, shoving it in my back pocket, and take one last look around my apartment before I go. I’m not sure if we’ll end up here or not, but I cleaned up just in case.
I didn’t have a helmet for Laken, so I ran out today and bought her one. I honestly can’t wait to have her on the back of my bike, and my dick’s getting hard just thinking about her tits pressed up against my back. I’m looking forward to her wrapping her arms around me.
Her apartment is on the other side of campus, and my excitement grows the closer I get. I pull up in front of her apartment and shut my bike off then climb off.
As I reach the outside door it opens, and Laken steps out. Her hair is in a braid that hangs over her shoulder, her skin is flawless and without makeup, and the t-shirt she wears is tight against her breasts. Her jeans are worn like mine and fit her like a glove.
“Hey. You look great,” I tell her. Fuck, she makes me feel awkward, like I don’t know how to talk to women. I love the shade of pink her cheeks turn when she blushes.
“Thanks. You look good too.” She looks behind me. “Is that your bike? I’ve never been on one before.”
“You’ll like it, I promise. Here, I bought this for you.” I grab the bag and pull out the helmet. “Do you like it?”
She smiles at it and then at me. “It’s pink.” Laken hops up and down clapping. I love that she’s excited about a silly little helmet. With a hand on the small of her back, I lead her over to the bike. I set the helmet on top of her head and buckle the strap.
I watch her slip her sunglasses on, and she smiles at me. “How do I look?” Laken asks as she puts a hand on her hip and puts the other one in the air like she’s striking a pose.
“Fuck me, you’re cute.” We go over the basics, and then I climb on. I hold my hand out to Laken, and for a second I think she’s going to back out, but then she takes it.
She’s so short that she has to step on the peg to get her other leg over. Once she’s settled I grab her hands and pull her until her arms are wrapped around me. I start my bike, kick up the kickstand, and then we’re off.
It’s impossible to talk, but I can tell she’s enjoying herself because she just starts giggling out of nowhere, and I feel it vibrate against my back.
One of these days I’d love to take her for a ride on the PCH, but that’s an all-day affair. From time to time my dad and I will go on road trips.
It’s our bonding time he says, especially since I’ve been away at school because he’s then surrounded by women; of course he loves it, though. My mom and Bree spoil the man.
I reach the spot I wanted to bring Laken to. It’s a bluff that overlooks the ocean, and when the sun is out the water looks like sparkling diamonds. I roll to a stop, shutting my bike off before helping her off. Our helmets hang off the handlebars as I grab her hand and walk her over to the ridge.
“Wow,” she whispers softly. It is a magnificent view.
Without hesitating I wrap my arm around her