Chapter Three

The roar of the motorcycle echoed through the streets. Summoned by the unmistakable sound, Kris rushed to her bedroom window to get a peek at her new dream boy.

She saw old man Wilkins walking his little Yorkshire terrier down the sidewalk. They stopped by her mailbox in front of the house and she guessed the critter would be taking his ritual poop on their lawn. Her dad was cussing all the time because he had to clean up dog crap every morning. Now she knew where it came from.

The rumbling got louder as Mr. DreamBoy came down the street. As she watched him ride by Kris couldn’t help breaking out into a sweat and thinking, Oh my, he makes me so hot.

She hadn’t realized her blouse was smoking after leaning over a candle on her desk beside the window.

“Oh shit, shit, shit shit…” Kris ripped the fabric away from her skin. Luckily she wasn’t burned, but her new white bra had black marks on it so she stripped that off as well. After examining her breasts in her mirror, she heaved a sigh of relief. Everything was fine. But she’d forgotten her window was open.

Old man Wilkins was still out front and watching Kris—topless. He got so excited he hit his head on low tree branch and staggered backward. He turned and stepped on a garden rake beside the mailbox that hit him square against his head and nuts. He fell over in mind numbing pain and dropped face first into the warm pile of fresh dog poop.

Kris shrugged. I guess what goes around comes around.

Later that day, Lucy stopped by. “Kris, you know that hunk on a motorbike we saw the other night?”

“Oh yeah, he’s soooooo handsome. I saw him again this morning.”

“You want to meet him?”

“Well hell. What do you think?”

“The guy is staying with Nick. His name is Dave and he’ll be there for a couple of weeks. They’re cousins.” She winked at her friend. “I wonder if they have anything in common?”

“You are so bad.”

“I’ll find out and let you know. Maybe I’ll become the cream filled center of a hunk sandwich.”

Kris frowned. “No, he’s mine, Lucy.”

Lucy’s grin let Kris know she understood. Kris had her eye on the new guy.

Not long afterward, the girls headed over to Nick’s house. “Quit fidgeting Kris, you look great. He’s just a guy.”

“I know, but I want to make a good impression.”

“Well then show him your tits. That’ll get his attention.”

For a brief moment Kris contemplated the idea. “No, I can’t do that. He’d think I was easy.”

“…And your point?”

Kris was a bundle of nerves. She waited as Lucy rang the doorbell. The thump of footsteps came closer to the door and it finally opened.

“Hello?” There he stood. All six foot something of edible beefcake and the main feature of Kris’s recent fantasies.

“Hi. I’m Lucy, Nick’s girlfriend. You must be Dave.”

“Well come on in. Yes, I’m Dave. Nick just got into the shower. He should be here in a few minutes.”

“Really, well Dave, this is my best friend Kris. I’m going to go check on Nick, you two can get to know each other.” Her angelic smiled turned very wicked. “Go ahead and fuck if you want. Nick may be detained in the shower for a while.”

“Lucy? That was—sheesh. Talk about blunt.”

Kris’s cheeks burned and she knew she turned several shades of red from embarrassment. Not that she didn’t think all the time about taking this walking slab of meat to bed and having her way with him, but they’d barely been introduced. Not to mention that Dave really stirred her up and her thighs were sweating at the thought of it.

“Hey, just cutting to the chase here. I’m gonna go get mine. Excuse me, Dave.”

He smiled at Kris as Lucy left them alone. “It’s all right. Don’t be embarrassed. You want something to drink? Some lemonade or a soda?” He rummaged through the refrigerator looking for something cold to drink.

Kris wandered into the living room and sat on the couch. It was a nice house. A little cleaner than she’d expected. A large brick fireplace spread across a wall, decorated with pictures of families and kids.

“My aunt didn’t have much in the fridge. Here’s some ice water with a lemon.” Dave handed Kris the glass.

“Thank you.” Her eyes were met with a deep brown stare. Kris’ legs began to get even hotter as she became lost in his gaze.

What started as a few minutes of waiting and sitting next to each other became an hour. They talked about schools, family and the future. Each moment made it clearer to Kris that Dave wasn’t just a pretty face. He had firm abs, a great ass fitted into tight blue jeans and eyes she could drown in. He also had his life going in a positive direction.

“So, from what the enlistment board told me I’ll probably be going to boot camp in a month or so.” Dave took a drink from his glass and smiled at Kris.

“Well, you’ll just have to make these last few weeks really special.” She wiggled her eyebrows and grinned at Dave.

“I plan to. What are you doing tonight?”

“Um, er…” Kris paused, caught off guard.

“She’s going out with you.” Lucy said as she walked into the living room with Nick.

* * *

Even on their first date it was clear that Dave really knew how to treat a lady.

The Monster Lives was playing in the local theater and getting there on the back of Dave’s motorcycle had already made her horny. That humming vibration from the engine tucked between her thighs had her motor purring. She’d held onto Dave with her legs on each side of him for the whole trip, wishing he would stop the bike and pull over. Of course her first time might be tough on the leather seat of a motorcycle, especially if it was moving.

Since they were going to the only theater within miles, it was always the busiest place to hang out on weekends. When she pulled up, a lot of her old schoolmates stared at her riding with a stud on a motorcycle. For once she was with a Rebel-without-a-cause looking guy.

“You want anything?” He motioned toward the little snack bar along the wall as they went inside.

“Oh no. Thank you though. I’m watching my figure.” Kris answered.

“So am I.” He said, “You sure?”

“Yes, but I need to go to the restroom. Gimme a sec.” Kris went into the bathroom and looked at the mob of girls fixing and primping in front of the mirrors.

“Kris? Hey Kris, who’s that hunky guy you came here with? He’s gorgeous.”

“Oh, it’s Dave. Lucy introduced me to him. He asked me out today. I figured it might be fun.” This making-the-girls-jealous stuff had its perks.

“Fun? Just fun? I’d be all over that guy. That leather jacket, that big chest, I’ll bet he’s got a huge cock.” The girl’s eyes widened as she waved her hands around. “If things don’t work out with him, Kris, let me know. I really need a good screw before heading back to college.”

Kris left the bathroom to find Dave waiting for her. “You sure you don’t want some popcorn or a drink?”

“No thanks, I’m fine.”

They sat on the aisle seats in the back row, sharing the darkness with a line of couples already making out. Her girlfriends told her that most of the people who sat in the back would kiss and feel each other up when all the lights went down. She had hesitated about asking Dave if they could sit in the back, but he’d obviously read her mind.

The movie was about to start and Kris leaned close to Dave. Her lips glistened with moisture as he looked at them and she spoke. “Can you get us some popcorn?”

“I thought I asked you about five times in the lobby.” He smiled at her and let out a big sigh. “Of course. Anything else?”

“A root beer, maybe some of those sour candy things, a hot dog with mustard but no catsup, maybe some Twizzlers or Junior Mints and chocolate covered raisins, large popcorn and a dab of salt.” She paused, “Make it chocolate covered peanuts.”

As the lights dimmed Kris sat alone. She felt a little out of sorts as the ads for the snack bar shone on the screen.

“Here you go.” Dave juggled fifty things in his hands while trying to get his ass into the fucked-up movie theater seat.

He finally sat down and Kris helped him arrange things while the previews for the new Elvis movie played. She started laughing as Dave tried to balance everything. He looked at her and started laughing too.

“I’m sorry Dave. I just got nervous”, she whispered as she held the drink in her hand. He positioned the popcorn in his lap and balanced the other things on the arms of the seat.

“Well I sure hope you’re hungry. This lot cost more than the price of tickets to get in here.” He snickered as the people in front of them turned around and shushed them.

They sat watching the movie and Kris found herself relaxing as she became more comfortable around Dave. He was being a gentleman and not jumping her before the coming attractions ended.

Just then Dave reached his arm around the back of Kris’ seat. Oh my God, she thought, he’s making his move.

She glanced over to her left and saw a girl a few seats over moving her hand up and down. It was very dark and she could barely see, but as a bright scene in the movie lit up the theater she realized the girl was giving her guy a hand job.

At first she was a bit shocked, but a part of her was fascinated. She’d never thought about it but to her a hand job in a theater was a little naughty and wicked. And one hell of a turn-on.

She turned back to the movie and slyly glanced over to the popcorn bucket in Dave’s lap. She reached over and rummaged around the bottom of the popcorn. It was almost empty because Dave had eaten all of it but she didn’t want popcorn, she wanted to hold his cock.

Dave looked down as Kris kept her hand in the almost empty bucket of popcorn. He had to know she wasn’t looking to eat the popcorn since she ate every piece of candy he bought in the first ten minutes. And he obviously didn’t mind her digging into the bucket either because she could feel it rubbing on something that could only be an aroused cock.

He turned to glance at her. She looked up at him and he leaned forward to kiss her. Kris knew their first kiss would be a special one because it would break the first barrier between them. She was expecting romantic and erotic and this kiss had both. It also had some tongue action and a soft moan from Kris.

The movie was building to a crescendo of excitement, as was Kris and Dave’s passionate kiss. The heat between her legs was rising too and everything was perfect—until that one moment.

Kris could almost feel him longing for more so she reached down between Dave’s legs then opened her eyes—to see a hideous monster jump up on the screen, nearly scaring the crap out of her.

Not realizing Dave had moved the popcorn bucket, Kris grabbed a handful of cock and without thinking squeezed her fingers hard as the monster roared. She dug her nails into Dave’s sensitive skin, causing him to yell out a falsetto scream and toss the bucket, leftover popcorn and all, into the air.

His arm jerked back in reflex and he hit the root beer cup, spilling it onto Kris’ lap making her shriek. She jumped up and the remainder of the root beer spilled over the couple in the next row.

So, all things considered, for a first date this one really hadn’t gone over too well.

She sighed.

Riding home behind him on the back of his bike, Kris’s wet dress plastered itself against Dave’s spine and he had a hard time leaning into the corners without grimacing. He’d loaned her his jacket so she wouldn’t freeze, and now he was paying the price for being a gentleman.

As they pulled up to her house, Dave gingerly unstuck himself from her and climbed off to walk Kris to the door. She peeled off his jacket and handed it back to him.

“I can see you’re a little cold,” he joked, noticing her nipples budding prominently through her wet dress.

She was battling tears. “I’m so sorry Dave. I really wanted this to be a special date. I like you a lot, and I feel horrible about what happened.”

“Hey, it was great. The fingernail wounds should heal up in a day or two. I just have to be careful.” Dave thought a second, remembering that it meant no whacking off until everything was back to normal.

Kris looked for her house key and then paused before opening the door. She waited, and he realized she was debating whether to kiss him or not. It had been a crazy night, but that was one question that didn’t need to be asked.

He reached over and she smiled as she realized a kiss was coming. But as he pulled her small frame closer, her purse swung loose on her arm and thumped him right in the balls.

He whimpered, winced, whimpered again and did his best not to burst into tears of agony.

Kris stifled a sob. “That’s it. I’ve ruined any chance with you, haven’t I? You won’t ever want to see me again.”

“I think we should take a mulligan on this date and start over tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at seven and we’ll go to dinner at this little place I found.” Still a gentleman, Dave cupped his balls protectively in his hand as he leaned forward and kissed Kris gently on the lips.

Then he slowly walked away—bowlegged.

His bike ride home was, truly, hell on wheels.