by Mia Ford
“Come on, let’s just go for a short little spin and I’ll have you back here in no time at all,” I say in my best Boy Scout’s voice of honor.
“I really shouldn’t…” She starts to say and I realize that I have to be very firm now, unless I want to see this conversation going the same way all my previous advances of gone.
“Look, just take this one ride with me and I promise I’ll leave you alone after that, okay?” I say and I can immediately see that this makes an impression on her.
“Just one ride, okay?” she says and reluctantly. She looks around one last time and then gets on the back of the Harley behind me.
“Just one ride, I promise,” I say and grab her hands to show her how to hold onto me from behind. I give her the spare helmet I brought with me and help her to put it on correctly. Then I kick start the engine and tell her to hold on tight. I love the way she grabs a tight hold of my body from behind as we speed off down the highway.
“Woohoo!” she shouts as the Harley roars away with us on top and I can tell that she absolutely loves it. I take her down the Sunset strip and the weather is just perfect as we take a drive with the ocean right next to us. People stop to look at the two of us and I open up the Harley all the way so she can feel its power. I don’t drive too far, remembering my promise that I won’t keep her away from work for too long. We soon turn around, drive back and when I finally stop in front of her office to drop her off she rips off her helmet and I see a rosy blush on her face from the excitement of the ride.
“Thank you, that was really awesome,” she says and I can see that she really means it.
“Look, I know I promised to leave you alone and if that’s what you really want then I will do it… but this was so much fun that I’m kind of thinking that we can do it again sometime, no?” I say very carefully. She seems to think about it for a moment and then looks me straight in the eye.
“Look Brad, I really enjoyed this ride but I’m not sure about this whole thing just yet… All I can tell you is that I’ll think about it, okay?” she says and I realize that I shouldn’t push her any further right now.
“Okay, I’ll settle for that… for now,” I say and put my own helmet back on my head before waving her goodbye and riding off into the distance.
I go home and do my best to think of something other than Jenny for the rest of the day, but I have very little success. My mind keeps drifting back to the feeling of having her arms around me while she’s seated on the back of my Harley and I can’t wait to feel her touch again. I spent the rest of the day trying to do some work in the garden, but it feels like an eternity and when I finally go to bed that evening I know that I’m going to go around to her office first thing in the morning.
The next morning I’m up bright and early and immediately get on the back of my bike and drive over to Jenny’s Travels to go and speak to Jenny. I know it’s probably dangerous to be pressuring her right now, but I just sense that I’m close to a breakthrough and I don’t want her to think that I’ve lost interest. Unlike the previous time when I visited her at work, this time I try not to make too much noise and park the Harley half a block away from her office. I get off and take off my helmet before starting to stroll in the direction of Jenny’s Travels. When I get there, I walk in the front door and knock gingerly on Jenny’s office door. I know I’m pushing my luck, but I just can’t help myself and flash her my most beautiful smile when she looks up from her laptop.
“Is this a bad time?” I say with all the charm I can muster.
“Not exactly… But I am quite surprised to see you here so bright and early. What exactly is it that you said you do for a living… shouldn’t you be at work for something?” she says with a surprised expression on her beautiful face.
“I didn’t say what I do for a living,” I say with a naughty grin and wonder when the hell she’s going to chill out a little and stop with all the questions.
“Well, some of us have to work so perhaps this isn’t the best time for us to be having this conversation,” she says and I can tell that I’m dangerously close to being thrown out of her office.
“Oh come on, don’t be like that! I was just wondering if you’ve given my invitation to go for another ride on my Harley any thought since yesterday?” I say.
“I haven’t really had the time to think about it… Now that you mention it, isn’t that bike really expensive? Why won’t you tell me what you do for a living so I can figure out where you get the money to pay for expensive toys like that?” she says.
“Don’t you enjoy the fact that there are certain secretive things about me which I don’t publicize to the rest of the world?” I ask in a last ditch effort to get her to calm down. But I can see that she’s getting really worked up and realize that this entire visit may have been a very bad idea.
“You know Brad, the more I talk to you the more I get the feeling that there’s something you’re hiding from me… I really don’t feel like getting involved with a guy who’s got some kind of skeletons in his closet and I think it would be best if you stop visiting and calling me,” she says and I feel my heart falling through my stomach. This entire conversation has gone in the wrong direction and I have no idea how to salvage it.
“I’m really sorry I caught you at a bad time… perhaps we can talk about this again later,” I say and rush out of there before she can tell me that I have no hope in hell to ever speak to her again. I walk back to my bike feeling incredibly dejected and have no idea what I’m going to do for the rest of the day… and, in fact, for the rest of my life if I don’t manage to convince Jenny to see me again.
I try to make it through the rest of the day without thinking of her, but it’s an impossible task. I realize that I’ve taken some kind of fall for this beautiful woman and I’m both excited and horrified by it. Normally I couldn’t give a crap about girls I’ve had sex with, but now I seem to be totally unable to wipe the memories of Jenny.
Just after lunch I phone her and try to talk to her in my calmest, most controlled voice. But she only gives me about a minute before ending the call after telling me that she needs to get back to work. Later that afternoon I phone again and this time she only tells me that she’s busy and puts the phone down in my ear. I feel like a little school boy who’s being rejected by the girl he wants to take to the prom and go to sleep that night dreaming and fantasizing about her. But tomorrow’s another day and I know that I’m not going to give up on her and that I will do everything within my power to get her to go out with me.
I’m not a man who gives up easily, especially when I’ve decided I really want something… and I want Jenny more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my entire life!
Chapter 9: Jenny
I sit there at the end of the day and wonder what the hell prompted me to put the phone down in Brad’s ear. I know he is making a little bit of a nuisance of himself, but I’ve never done that kind of thing before and realize that he brings out emotions in me which I never even knew existed. I feel as if my entire world has been turned upside down and I sometimes feel like I’m not myself anymore. I’m torn between my lust for Brad and my fear that he may end up hurting me if I allow him to get close to me.
I suddenly wished that my dad were still alive… I knew that I would be able to talk to him about this situation and that he would have given me great advice. Perhaps he would’ve told me just to forget about Brad, or he might have said something quite the opposite… perhaps he would have told me to give the guy chance, who knows?
The truth is that I would actually love to go on another bike ride with Brad, but the fact that he refuses to tell me what he does for a living makes me very apprehensive about getting involved with him. I look at my watch and realize that it’s time to go home, but I suddenly don’t feel like getting back to my own apartment and sitting there all by myself, so I walk over to Stacy’s office to see what she’s up to.
“Hi there girlfriend, are you just about done for the day?”
I say. Stacy looks up from her desk and smiles at me.
“Yes, I’m just finishing up here. Why do you ask… did you have something in mind?” she says.
“Not really, but I was thinking we might perhaps go for a drink at that new bar on seventh Avenue,” I say.
“Sounds good to me!” Stacy says and closes her laptop, “the rest of this can wait for tomorrow and I think it would be really nice to have a couple of gin and tonics just to take the edge off.”
We take a walk down to the brand-new bar on seventh Avenue and find a nice table next to the window. A friendly waiter brings us our drinks and it feels good to be a part of the L.A. crowd. I look out the window and see everyone getting home after a long working day and feel happy to know that I’m finally one of them… no longer an unemployed, needful young girl with no direction in life.
“Don’t you just love the idea of working at our own business rather than slaving away for someone else?” I say and take a satisfying sip of my gin and tonic.
“You can say that again! This is definitely a dream come true for me and I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming,” Stacy says and I can tell that she really means every word of it.
“Now, if only we can find ourselves two suitable men to keep us warm at night this will really be the perfect life,” I say with a naughty twinkle in my eye.
“Speak for yourself… I am currently dating two guys at the same time and if all goes well I might just have someone to keep me warm at night pretty soon,” Stacy chuckles.
“I’m impressed! You really are becoming a true L.A. girl and I suddenly feel like I’ve been left behind,” I say.
“Well, perhaps it’s time you stopped comparing every man who is interested in you to your late father… That way you might just actually end up dating someone for a change,” Stacy says.
“I know I do that comparison thing, but I don’t really have a problem with it. I mean, why can’t I find a guy who’s a real quality man just like my father used to be?” I say.
“You see, the thing is, I don’t think you’re looking for someone who’s necessarily the same quality of man that your father used to be… it’s more like you’re looking for a carbon copy of your dad!” Stacy says and her words make quite a deep impression on me. I’ve never really thought about it that way and wonder if she might have a point. I decide to tell her about Brad and his persistent efforts to try to get me to go out with him.
“I’m not entirely sure whether you’re right about that, but perhaps I should tell you that Brad has been calling me nonstop and he wants to take me for another ride on his Harley,” I say, slightly apprehensively. I’m not sure what Stacy will think of the fact that I have been talking to a guy who took part in a massive gang bang with me on the night of the Virgin Auction.
“Well, why don’t you just go out with him?” Stacy says, let tomorrow be the surprise.
“You mean you don’t think Brad is just after me for one thing?”
“Even if he is Jenny, do you really think it would be such a bad idea for you to have a man like Brad in your life?” Stacy says with irresistible logic, “it’s not as if you have someone else you’re seeing at the moment.”
I sit back and think about Stacy’s words for a moment. I know that she is right about the fact that I compare every single guy I meet to my father and perhaps the time has come for me to stop setting the bar that high. I know that no one is ever going to be the man my dad used to be and if I keep having such a high expectation I might just end up staying single for the rest of my life.
“I guess you might have a point there. I think I’ll give it some more thought and perhaps next time he phones me I won’t be quite so hard on him,” I say and change the conversation to another topic. Stacy and I spend another two hours or so at the bar and then we make our way to our separate apartments.
I take a long shower and then head for bed. I started thinking about Brad again and realize that it’s becoming quite a habit for me to fantasize about him before I go to sleep. It’s almost like I have some kind of split personality the way I push him away when he tries to come and see me at work and then I head home to have sexual fantasies of him before I go to sleep.
I reach for my drawer and remove my favorite dildo from its hiding place underneath my panties. I open my legs and put the rubber instrument of pleasure against my clit. Then I push the switch to turn it on and the quick vibrations immediately send shockwaves of delight through my entire body. I keep the dildo against my pussy with one hand and squeeze my breasts with the other… soon I am soaking wet and I proceed to push the vibrator all the way into my wet slit. I gasp with delight as it reaches down the very depths of me and move it around in circles to get the most out of its vibrations. It’s not long before I start building up to an incredible climax and when I finally find myself sliding down the slopes of orgasmic delight I arch my back and clench the vibrator tight between my pussy lips.
“Aah!” I moan loudly as my entire body shakes all over with incredible pleasure. When the waves of joy and delight finally subside I pull the vibrator out of my pussy and place it in the drawer next to my bed. I get the feeling that I might need it again tomorrow morning…
Chapter 10: Brad
The fact that she keeps rejecting me is making me more determined than ever to make her mine, or at least to get her to go out with me again.
I think back to a girl I used to know in school and how she always used to give me the cold shoulder. I was tempted to give up on her, but decided to give it one last try and one day, after school, I went over to her house and simply knocked on her front door until she finally got tired of the noise and opened up for me. I told her that I really liked her and that I believed we were right for each other. Just like that. My words seemed to stun her at first, but then it was as if she slowly started melting right in front of my very eyes. That girl ended up going out with me and the experience became a point of reference for me ever after, reminding me just how important it is not to give up on your dreams and not to let go of a girl if you really want her.
“My dearest Jenny, I’m not quite ready to let go of this thing just yet and I do believe I can make you change your mind,” I muttered to myself as I finished my breakfast, consisting of black coffee and some toast.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that I’m going to need someone to help me figure this out. I start calling some of my buddies from the motorcycle club, but all of them are still away on the road trip and I know they never take their cell phones with them when they go out on the highway like that. I finally locate one of the guys at home, a jovial man by the name of Trevor Whitehead. Trevor is a happily married man and he often skips out on road trips to spend some time at home with his wife. He’s quite happy to take some time off to chat with me and we arrange to meet at a local restaurant for coffee.
“Hi buddy, what is it that you want to discuss with me,” Trevor says when we sit down at our table. He is about forty years of age, slightly overweight and balding; the kind of guy everyone wants to have as a friend. He’s always smiling and you can tell by the way he walks and talks that he is a really happy man.
“I would appreciate it if you can give me some advice… I’ve been trying to get close to this girl and she keeps pushing me away… I get the feeling that I need to find a different way of approaching her,” I say and look at Trevor expectantly. Being happily married, he didn’t take part in the orgy at the mansion with Jenny and my other friends, so he has no idea who the girl is that I’m talking about.
“Ah, girl troubles!” Trevor says and throws his head back with laughter, “I’m so glad I no longer have to deal with that kind of stuff”
“Are you serious? Don’t you ever miss the excitement of the chase and the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your veins when you set your sights on a new woman?” I ask curiously.
“Nope, I can honestly tell you that I never miss any of those things. My wife and I
are best friends and I wouldn’t trade my relationship with her for all the hussies in the world,” he says with great conviction.
“Okay, if you say so… I just find it hard to believe that a man can ever settle down with just one woman and be happy for the rest of his life,” I say.
“Don’t worry buddy, one day you will find the right girl and when you get together with her you’ll never look back again,” Trevor says and I find myself hoping that he is right. To be perfectly honest, I’m getting slightly tired of seeing a different girl every week and I just wish Jenny would give me a chance to prove to her that we can be good together.
“I really hope you’re right! Maybe that’s why I’m hoping you can give me some advice on how to get close to this girl I told you about… perhaps she could be the one,” I say and look at Trevor expectantly for some great advice.
“Okay, here it goes. I’m not entirely certain if this will help you, but I’ll tell you what happened when I started dating my wife. She didn’t like the fact that I was a biker and I realized that I would have to compromise a little if I wanted to be with her. I found out that she really loves going to the opera and, as much as I balked at the idea of sitting down and listening to some fat Italians singing on the stage, I decided to give it a try and started going to the opera with her. She appreciated it so much that I was prepared to go out of my way to do something she enjoyed that she gave me some space to do my biking and in the end everything worked out just fine.”
