by E. C. Towers
Linda looked up just in time to see the Harley Davidson emerge from the foggy road as it headed right towards her. She instinctively hopped back, anticipating that the motorcycle was going to hit her even though she was still on the sidewalk. The motorbike slowed quickly to a stop precisely where she had been standing, driven by a person she couldn't identify in indigo jeans, a tattered gray jacket and a solid matte black helmet.
The stranger killed the engine, returning the quiet back to her again. The man propped the motorcycle up on the kickstand and walked over to where she stood. Linda struggled to make out the face behind the helmet visor but didn't have to wonder too long when the Jacob removed it from his head.
"What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to visit you," he smiled at her warmly, hoping it was enough to relieve the stern look from her face.
Linda was unmoved by his mischievous grin and deep dimples. She continued to stare him down, her eyes filled with skepticism rather than the familiar lust Jacob had hoped for.
"What makes you think I wanted to see you?"
"I don't know. Don't you want to see me? I guess I must need a little more clarification on that," Jacob softened his tone, confident that he could break down the icy wall she had built up since they last spoke. To some, Linda might have seemed emotionally untouchable, but he knew he could break through it. He still felt the intense sexual chemistry that they found together in Mexico and knew she remembered it too. But beyond those simple carnal desires, they had an immediate and much deeper connection of the minds.
Or so he thought.
Judging by her reaction, Jacob realized that he would be wrong.
"Well, let me make it clear now," she paused, moving closer to him to let him see her eyes. Being in that intimate proximity proved to be a miscalculation, as the faint but very familiar scent of musk filled her thoughts. It was the same mixture of suntan lotion and young man that she'd found on him in Mexico, and a surge of delicious pleasure tickled up her back as memories of their last tryst softened her aim.
"Leave me alone," her voice faltered ever so slightly, knowing he had caught the sound.
"Just go for a ride with me real quick. Please?"
"Where?"
"Just up and down the coast. Let's find someplace quiet so we can talk." Jacob walked over to his bike, unhooked another helmet from the back seat and walked it back over to Linda, presenting it to her like a newborn baby.
"Please. It'll be real quick. Come on," he smiled at her again, the final blow to her weakening defenses. How could she not be weak? She certainly hadn't forgotten how great he looked when they met, and if it was possible, he looked even better now with his newly grown beard, short and scruffy, accentuating his sharp jawline.
Jacob seemed older to her somehow, as if he had somehow matured beyond his 23 years in the last three months.
She warily took the helmet from him and strapped it on. Linda couldn't quite believe she was allowing herself to hop on behind him. She already felt light headed and giddy at feeling the hard warmth of his frame. But yet there she was, arms low around his waist, completely forgetting about the schedule she had planned for herself today.
"Hold on tight, okay?" Jacob told her before bringing the motorcycle engine back to life. She lightly pinched Jacob's side to let him know that she was ready to go. They roared down the street, and Linda enjoyed the feel of him vibrating between her legs, unsure if she had ever felt so turned on before in her life.
They took off like a shot, heading towards the 1 Freeway cruising at 75 miles per hour, the cold cutting through her light jacket. Linda shivered and hugged into Jacob to feel his warmth.
Jacob bit his lip as he felt Linda mold herself onto his back as he increased his speed. Her thighs tightened around him and he got hard just thinking about her crotch pressed up so close to him. He dropped one of his hands from the handles and touched her thigh, squeezing it and encouraging her to get closer.
Linda gasped as he gripped her thighs tightly. She was so hot and bothered that even the feel of his large hand through her yoga pants was enough to drive her crazy. She let one hand linger between his legs, playfully running it up and down.
He quickly grabbed the handlebars with both hands as soon as he felt her playfully rubbing the mound between his legs. His cock grew with each pass of her hand. When she felt his massive mound become hard beneath her fingers, she squeezed it like he had squeezed her thigh. The burning heat of his urges began to get the best of him, and he fought the temptation to pull over, bend her over the motorcycle and fuck her right there on the shoulder of the road. Instead, he sped up even more, causing her to tighten her grip on his mound. They stopped at a red light at the last intersection before the highway on-ramp. She tightened her thighs against him as she used both hands to quickly freed him from his pants. Linda grabbed hold of his stiff organ and stroked it slowly. Thankfully, his jacket hid what she was doing, and his helmet hid the pure ecstasy on his face. The light turned green and he raced onto the highway with Linda's hand still wrapped around his cock.
The bumps on the road, the rumble of his motorcycle engine and her hand controlling his mind from between his legs made it all the more impressive that he never veered off the asphalt in twenty different directions. Despite only feeling from behind his torso as they sped along on the motorcycle, Linda jerked him off with a deft hand. Her grip was firm as she moved it up slowly on his shaft, running her fingers up to find the pre-cum that her pressure pull had released at the tip, before spreading it over the head and tightening her grip to push his wet cock between her fingers. Her pace quickened, and he bit his lip at the intense pleasure of his dick as it pushed in and out of her expert hands. It was as close as a hand could get to feeling like a warm pussy. Just when he didn't think he could hold it any longer, Linda pulled her hand away and wrapped both her arms around his waist.
He pulled over and stopped at a beachside park, discreetly tucking himself back in his pants. Linda got off the bike and shook her hair out from her helmet, revealing her beautiful but stone-cold face. There wasn't a hint of a smile or even a sparkle in her eye about what she just did. "Listen, Jacob, this was a mistake. I just remembered that I have a yoga class in less than an hour. You need to take me back."
"What? Come on, we just got here. I need to talk to you for at least a couple minutes. Better yet, just skip class today," he pleaded with her to stay.
Taking her silence as consent, he took her by hand and led her onto the beach, stopping right before the waves could get their shoes wet.
"So what is it, Jacob? What's the problem?"
"Who says there's a problem?"
"Following me here from Mexico is a problem, don't you think?"
"Why?" he asked her breathlessly, his dick still semi-erect from her fondling.
"What do you want from me?"
"I don't want anything. I just wanted to be with you."
He wondered how she could be so standoffish after what had just happened and the undeniable sexual tension between them.
She looked at him with trepidation. He was young, brash and impulsive: qualities she was frustratingly drawn to, even when she knew these types of guys have only ever given her trouble.
"It's nice that you want to be with me, but I don't want to be with you, or anyone else, for that matter. We had our fun and now it's over. I hate to be the person to give you this life lesson but not every girl you have sex with is going to want to be in a relationship, no matter how casual. Sometimes a person you have sex with only agrees to satisfy their needs that expire when the moment is over," she smiled warmly, dropping her not-so-subtle hint and hoping that he would comprehend the message.
"What's your problem, Linda?" he asked her with a hint of anger in his voice. "You didn't seem to have a problem jerking me off on my bike just now. You're acting like…"
"I'm sorry if that gave you mixed messages. I think you know I'm attracted to you. I wanted to play with your cock while we h
ad a bike ride; that's all. You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. It didn't mean anything more than that," she said flatly.
"You can't just... you can't …." he stammered, unsure of what to say. She was so in control, and her rejection was turning him into a desperate horny teenager who could only beg to be liked.
"I can't what?" she implored.
Jacob looked down at his feet. The biker bravado that he came rolling in with disappeared and he transformed into a little boy who had gotten caught looking at his dad's Playboys.
"I can do what I want."
With that statement, Linda made it clear that any debate he meant to start was already over.
"I understand," he mumbled quietly, giving her a smile that didn't match the emotions in his eyes.
"Come on, I'll take you back."
Jacob dropped her off in front of the bakery where he had picked her up. She got off his bike, nodded her head towards him to say good-bye and walked off. He was hurt at her sudden indifference towards him. He didn’t even have a chance to tell her about finding Tim in Mexico and for once, he thought maybe Tim was right about Linda’s over-inflated sense of self importance.
4
A Summer Of Firsts
Jacob had enjoyed many firsts at Eric’s vacation house the summer they graduated from high school. His best friend’s parents were both hot-shot lawyers from Los Angeles, who seemed to have endless amounts of cash to spend on anything frivolous. During each summer, they would flit off to some tropical locale and leave Eric to spend his summer with his cousins at their beach house in Driftwood Cove. As he they had both just turned 18 before graduating from high school, Jacob had convinced his notoriously over-protective mother into letting him spend two weeks of his summer break in Driftwood Cove, solidifying Eric’s belief that Jacob had a promising future as an attorney, if he wanted it. His beach blond hair was always messy and yet endearing at the same time, framing Eric’s sparkling blue eyes and a friendly smile. That face could sell honey to a bee, which would still have been easier than convincing his mom into letting him go. Somehow, he’d pulled it off. Jacob had heard endless stories from Eric every year about how his summers were filled with surfing, girls, and parties, and he was beside himself to finally be a part of it.
Before Jacob left, his mom checked his luggage twice to make sure he had packed enough clothes, forcing him to memorize her cell number along with the number for the Driftwood Cove Police Station, just in case Jacob was in a situation when he didn't have his cell phone on him.
"Mom, I have everything. I know all the numbers I need to know. I'll be fine. Don't worry, I’m 18 now."
“You think that will make a difference for me?” the woman asked him, incredulously.
He gave her a long hug to place his mom's mind at ease when the sound of Eric's tricked out Volvo van coughed, and he turned his head to find it barreling into the driveway. Jacob's mom eyed Eric's ‘surf wagon' warily as she accepted one final kiss on the cheek and reassurance her that he was going to be fine. Jacob was glad that he had talked her into letting Aunt Nancy stay with her while he was gone.
At first, she had flat out refused the thought of having his aunt staying with her.
"'No. I don't need Nancy to stay with me. I'm an adult. I'll be just fine."
"I know you can take care of yourself, mom, but will you just invite her so that I don't worry the whole time I'm there?"
It was a cheap shot because he knew his mom would concede to his request if only to make sure he had a great trip. His mom would do anything for him, and probably even more so than other mothers because Jacob was all she had.
He felt the familiar rush of anger and resentment for his father as he got into Eric's car and waved goodbye, not noticing the forced smile on her his mom's face. His dad should be here to watch over her, or better yet, take her on a vacation. His dad should be the one making sure she didn't worry. His dad should have been the one to keep her busy, not his aunt.
But his dad enjoyed a different life with a new family. For almost four years now, his father had tried his best to forget the trappings of his first marriage, it seemed to Jacob from the moment the divorce papers were finalized. Except for the sizable monthly child support check his mother received, and the impersonal birthday card he received each year stuffed with a gift card to whichever store his new wife happened to be in the week before, it was easy to forget he even had a father.
Jacob couldn't care less whether the bastard walked off a cliff. The hate he bore for his father after being abandoned had evolved over the years from rage into complete indifference. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for his mother who secretly still pined for her ex-husband. Jacob had caught her Facebook stalking the man more than once.
"Your father and Gina just had a baby boy! Isn't the great?"
Despite the terrible things his that father had done and said about her, he had never once heard his mother speak ill of the man.
Jacob shrugged his shoulders at the baby announcement.
"I think you should get them a card and congratulate them."
He rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Don't hold your breath, mom."
"Jacob, he's your father," she said sternly.
"No, mom, he's not. He hasn't been my father for a couple years now, and hasn't been my dad since I was a child. An obligatory annual invite to spend Christmas with him in Florida does not a father make."
"He's trying the best he can," his mother said, unconvincingly.
"He's not trying, mom, come on. And I don't care if he does. You shouldn't have to try to see your son. He can see me anytime he wants to, and he always could have. He doesn't want to see me, and I don't care. I don't want to see him either. He's just a stranger I used to know."
His mom gave him a sorrowful look, "I'm so sorry I didn't pick a better dad for you."
"I don't need him, mom. I have you. We have each other. I just feel sorry for that poor kid he's having."
* * *
Eric pulled up to his family’s massive beachfront house. “Here it is, bro. Party Central for the next two weeks. Do you owe me, or what!?” he punched Jacob in the arm and laughed, jumping out of the van in accomplished delight.
Jacob shook his head and wondered if this was such a good idea. Would he be able to handle Eric’s craziness for a full two weeks? Suddenly, the answer to his question materialized in the form of two gorgeous girls in board shorts and bikini tops who greeted them in the driveway.
“What’s up, cuz!” Eric yelled, picking both of the girls up with each arm and swinging them around.
“Put me down, you idiot! Are you drunk already?” the dark haired girl laughed, playfully slapping Eric’s head until he put her down.
“I’m high on life!” he giggled at his questionable humor before introducing Jacob.
“Ladies, this Prince Harry-looking motherfucker right here is my friend, Jacob. He’s going to be staying with us for two weeks. Jacob, these two dorks are my cousins. This one is Zoe,” Eric playfully poked at the raven beauty he had just put down, and she retaliated with another slap to his head.
“Hi. Nice to meet you. Sorry about Eric.”
Jacob managed to pick his jaw up off the floor to sputter out a hello.
“This is my sister, Lori,” she turned to the blonde girl standing next to her.
“We’ll probably be apologizing for Eric a lot in the next couple weeks,” Lori sighed. Jacob laughed and shook her hand.
“Ray! Where are you, my man?” Eric’s booming voice echoed as he ran into the house.
“Ray is our brother.” The girls informed him. Lori and Zoe flanked him on both sides as they walked with him to the house.
In the middle of the large living room, a massive guy with a dark beard, covered in tattoos, grabbed Eric, picked him up and shook him like a rag doll.
“How you been, punk ass!? I miss you!”
“Dude, Ray, put me down, you fucking ogre,” Eric grunted as Ray shook him
around even more before dropping him on the couch.
“Ray, that’s my friend, Jacob. He’s staying with us for a couple weeks,” Eric coughed out between laughs, trying to catch his breath.
“Hey man, welcome!” Ray’s paw of a hand made his own disappear as they shook hands.
“Sit down, sit down.”
Jacob plopped down on the distressed leather couch with Eric.
“Okay, kids. Before the summer fun begins, we gotta do the ol’ talk. Since I’m the only one over 21 in this house, I have to set the rules for the summer.”
Zoe sat down next to Jacob on the couch, and he tried to ignore the goosebumps that rose when her knee touched his. Ray picked up a Corona from a small bamboo table out on the balcony that opened out from the living room. He took a quick swig, cleared his throat and gave them a half-hearted speech about the rules of the house.
“Basically, you guys need to tell me what you’re going to be doing and who you’ll be with during the day. I’ll be surfing most days or hanging out with Manny and the guys at Two Dogs Bar. You’re all welcome to join me whenever you want, but if you’re not going to, then you need to let me know. Every night we gotta come home, kids. No spending the night anywhere else. This is where you guys come home to. Every night. And if you are having problems making it back, you will text, call, Skype, whatever. Other than that, don’t be stupid, don’t get arrested, don’t get lost, just... don’t be stupid. Wash your own dishes when you use them. Pick up your shit. You're each to keep this place decent so the maid doesn’t find herself in the middle of a disaster and call Eric's parents.”
“We already know all this, maaaaan,” Eric bent his head back, pretending to fall asleep.
