Chapter 2
It wasn’t at all what I’d had in mind when I set out for excitement that evening, but I found, instantly, that it gave me what I was looking for, and more…
I sat with my arms wrapped around Danny’s waist, holding on for dear life, not daring to let go. I didn’t wear a helmet, which was more risk than I was genuinely willing to take, under normal circumstances – and even in hindsight, it isn’t my preferred source of “danger,” as much as it is sheer stupidity. But all the same, I loved the feeling of the wind whipping my hair, feeling it flow behind me in streams as we sliced across the black of night, his engine revving up loudly in my ears, stirring something amazing in the center of my chest, and giving me that feeling of being truly and genuinely alive that I’d been seeking out for so very, very long now.
I had no reason, whatsoever, to trust this man enough to ride with him so dangerously. He wouldn’t tell me where he was taking me, or the first thing about himself, for that matter, and yet somehow I felt that I could trust myself entirely in his hands, regardless of whether or not it made any sense, or of how much risk I was putting myself in with that trust.
His radio blared classic rock, and it threw me back to an era that I’d not even existed through, yet it made me feel a part of it, enveloped in the music, in the rushing of the trees around me and the highway beneath me. And, in the melting of my body up against Danny’s, hugged tightly around him, my interlocked fingers trembling around his waist, and the feeling of his heat up against mine astonishing.
God, it was all so wonderful… It felt like something had just opened up in my life, something I’d not even known was missing, but that I now felt certain I could never go without again.
At one point, I actually let myself completely loose, and indulged in a bit of excess celebration. I took my arms from around Danny’s midriff, and I pumped my fist up into the night sky, cheering wildly, “Woo-hooooooo!”
It was actually pretty lame, to be honest, like if you were an outsider observing it, and I nearly lost my balance and toppled over off the bike in the process. I caught myself again quickly enough, though, and God, it was just so damn liberating… I felt my pulse pounding in my ears, and Danny looked back over his shoulder after me, smiling, almost as amused as I was.
I leaned forward onto him, and closed my eyes, letting him drive me along into the night.
When I opened my eyes again, I was positively astonished by the sight I saw laid out before me. Danny had driven me to the very highest peak in the city, and parked there, so that the two of us stared down into the sprawl of lights and buildings and traffic, sparkling like Christmas lights, making my eyes burn from the sheer beauty of it.
I stared in awe of the view for some time, disbelieving that something so perfect could be real, and gripping Danny’s body tightly, as though I never wanted to relinquish him from my grasp.
“Was that exciting enough for you?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at me with a smile, when I failed to answer him for a long enough period of time. I kept jerking my head back and forth, from him to the view and back again, like he’d just performed a trick of some kind and I was struggling to comprehend how he’d done it. Maybe I’d gotten a bit carried away, but I was somehow overcome with emotion at the sight of the city below, feeling like this one small toe stepped outside the boundary of my comfort zone had led to such a fun and impressive sight.
I never did end up answering him, now that I think about it in retrospect. Instead, I let it suffice for me to lean in, overcome with feeling, and plant a kiss on his lips, inhaling his mouth, and loving the prickle of his stubble across my skin.
We pulled apart for a moment, both of us at attention now, and feeling a bit woozy with pleasure. It had been an experiment, a successful one, and a moment later we leaned in, and we kissed again. And again. And again, and again, and again…
Each kiss became longer, hotter, wetter, more passionate. We nearly knocked ourselves off the motorcycle at one point, giggling, but then we got off of it properly, and he parked it so the two of us could have a moment to ourselves.
He pulled my body into him, and we began to make out wildly, pushing our tongues into one another’s mouths, our hands all over one another. He grabbed my ass, and pulled my voluptuous body into himself, squeezing me as though trying to force the air right out of me, and I moaned with pleasure, loving the feeling of his hard cock, warm against my leg through the denim of his jeans.
He grabbed my breast with his hand, and God I loved being swept up in the sensations, my nipple hardening against my bra, the nerves in my body all lit up like mad. Then, God help me, with his other hand, he was reaching up my skirt, letting his fingers creep along my inner thigh, until he got to the point where he was rubbing my pussy through the fabric of my panties, getting me high on the pleasure of it. My mind was spinning, I was reeling, and I thought I might fall over, lost in how very, very bad I was being, forgetting to concentrate on anything else in the world.
But then I heard something… The sound of a car approaching, its lights beginning to illuminate us, and I suddenly came to my senses. Danny was beginning to undress me just then without my having realized it, peeling my blouse up over my head, and I stopped him hurriedly, pulling away, and leaving him clearly disappointed as the car that nearly spotted us zoomed on by, seeming not to notice us.
“Heather? What’s wrong?” he asked, confused by my sudden hesitation.
“I – We can’t do – I mean, come on, not here…”
He smiled, clearly catching my meaning. “You’re afraid we’ll get caught, aren’t you?”
“Hell yes… Caught or plowed into by a semi… Jesus…”
“Take it easy,” he said, and I really was getting a bit too hysterical. “I thought you wanted a little bit of excitement in your life…”
“I do,” I insisted, “Just – not death by screwing in the middle of the road, excitement…”
“Technically, it’s a scenic overlook, not the middle of the road,” he said, but I could tell he knew even as he said it that it was a baseless argument.
“Look, I really like you, and I want to… You know… But can’t we just like, go back to your place or something? Please?”
“Of course,” he said, taking me in his arms again. “I just wanted to show you something a little bit different…” And it wasn’t like I didn’t secretly burn to keep going, to fuck right there on the side of the way, naked in full view of whatever cars might pass by. It honestly turned me on like hell to even consider it, but the consequences struck me as far too grave in the event that things didn’t quite go as planned.
I realized suddenly that I was actually shaking at that point, apparently more anxious than I’d anticipated at my plunge into the life of a bad girl, and he quickly calmed me down, putting his lips against mine, as though to reassure me that it was all okay with him.
“Come on, you good girl,” he said, with a twitch of his lips, as he escorted me back onto his motorcycle, and we rode off once more into the night.