by Tina Lee
As Jenna got her coat and got ready to head out, she couldn't help but want to spend more time with James. He didn't talk much, but he was intriguing and made her feel safe since throwing Eli out.
“So you want to take me for a ride on this bike that you keep talking about?” she asked.
James seemed hesitant at first, then he nodded. They walked out of the bar together. Jenna was quite impressed when she saw Quinn. It sparkled under the light of the moon, and she was excited that James said yes to the ride. She waited for James to get on first and motion for Jenna to get on behind him. She put her arms around his strong body and got ready to go off into the night.
The bike purred like a kitten as they rode, and Jenna loved the feel of the breeze hitting her in the face. The scenery was beautiful. They rode down the country roads, and Jenna could see the gorgeous fields with skies filled with an endless amount of stars. They rode in silence without saying a word, but Jenna could feel his heartbeat and the vibrations from the bike flow through her body. They rode for about an hour, but Jenna could have ridden for days.
James pulled up in front of Jenna's apartment and let her off. Jenna was conflicted with how to say good-bye. All she wanted to do was kiss him, but she wasn't sure if she should.
James got off the bike and stood in front of Jenna for a moment before grabbing her by the back of her head and bringing her in for a kiss. He was forceful and passionate yet somehow still distant. She brought her body closer to his and went to continue kissing, but he stepped back and got back onto his bike.
“I'll see you around,” he said.
Just like that, he was gone into the night. Jenna wanted more, and she went inside wishing that she could him kissed him just a little bit more. She thought about him desperately throughout the entire night and found herself exploring herself, leaning her head back in ecstasy remembering the amazing ride they had. She could still the vibration of the bike between her thighs. A lingering feeling that she carried to sleep.
The Best Friend
“You must be crazy,” said Jenna's best friend and roommate Mandy. “The guy sounds like a complete psychopath!” The women were sitting on the living room floor of their apartment, painting frames and drinking beer when Jenna told her about her amazing ride the night before.
“It was exciting!”
“Riding off into the night with some guy that they don't know is how women die, Jenna. Haven't you ever seen a horror story? I don't want to see you on the front page of the newspaper.”
“I don't know how to explain it, but I trusted him. I wasn't worried at all. You should have seen how he handled Eli.”
“I'm glad that he took care of that creep, but you don't know anything about him. What if he pulls off on the side of some cornfield one day and rapes and murders you?”
“You know I wouldn't let that happen to me. He'd have to put up one hell of a fight.”
“What? You think that you could hold him off with your little self? He probably has a pocket knife, too. What if he had a knife?”
“Well, he didn't do anything, did he?”
“Whatever. Pass me that light blue color. It brings out Phil's eyes.”
“How are you and Phil?” asked Jenna. Phil was Mandy’s on and off boyfriend of five years. They fought constantly, but it had become known around town that they were always going to make up. It was a passionate relationship that Jenna wish she didn't have to hear so clearly almost every weekend through the bedroom wall, but she did see that it made both Mandy and Phil happy in a weird way.
“Well, I'm making him a painted frame with a picture of us, so we're not that bad,” said Mandy. “You know what he did last Saturday, though? He fucking left Rock and Country when I was there to go to Molly's with Kevin and Alex. He didn't even tell me or anything. So when I called him, he acted like he had no fucking clue what I was angry about. We went on for a while, but he wouldn't listen to anything I had to say.”
“I could have sworn that I heard him hear Saturday night when I got home from work,” Jenna said.
“Well, I went over to Molly's, and we ended up making up and hanging out.”
“That sounds about right.”
The girls continued drinking, painting, and talking throughout the night. Mandy just couldn't let up off of the new mysterious man in Jenna's life.
“So do you think he's going to be at the bar tomorrow?” Mandy asked.
“I don't know. Probably. I was hoping that he would ask for my number or something, but I guess he just figures that he'll see me at work.”
“And the kiss was that good?”
“Oh, the kiss was that good.”
“I think that I would need some mind-blowing sex before I started freaking out over a boy like this.”
“I'm not freaking out about him, Mandy. I just simply told you about him. You're the one freaking out if anybody is.”
“Well, I might come in to see you tomorrow. I want to talk to him.”
“Don't you fucking dare!”
“Why not?” Mandy asked.
“He'll take one look at you and run the other way.”
“Well, maybe that's not the worst thing.”
“Well, Jesus. Let me have a little fun with the man before you start making those decisions,” Jenna laughed.
“God knows you need it. When's the last time you've been thrown against a wall and fucked?”
“Too damn long, girl,” said Jenna sighing.
“Alright, now get your big butt over here and look at my frame. It's finished.”
“Ha. You should stick to waitressing. It looks like poop.”
“Well, that's OK. I'm going to give it to Phil for a present. I don't want this ugly thing in my room anyway.”
The next day, Jenna went into work hoping to see James there. Instead, she just saw Eli running around like a fool like usual. Jenna rolled her eyes and got ready to start work.
“Jenna! There's that fine ass!” Eli said.
“Do you need a drink, Eli?”
“No! I'm just coming by to admire the view.”
At that moment, James walked into the building. Eli instantly got an anxious face and backed far away from Jenna. She could see James giving him a look as he walked up to the bar.
“Jack and coke?” Jenna asked.
James nodded and waited patiently and silently for his drink.
“I had a great night the other night,” Jenna whispered to him, putting down his drink.
“Good,” he said.
They made very minimal small talk in between Jenna getting drinks for other customers and preforming side work. Jenna was hoping that he would be warmer toward her, but she was just happy that he was there at all. He looked even more attractive than he did before. He still sat by himself, and he didn't talk to anybody. When he was done with his drink, he motioned for Jenna to come get him a second one. Jenna smiled that he was ordering another drink. She took it as a sign that he wanted to be around her longer. She also noticed that Eli hadn't come up to the bar once since James came in. He would have his friends come up and order his drinks for him.
While James was on his second drink, Jenna saw Mandy and Phil walking into the bar.
“Jenna!” Mandy screamed. She looked like she had already had a drink or two at home before coming to the bar.
“Hey, Mandy, baby. Hey, Phil.”
“Where is this boy that you decided to ride off with? “she asked.
Jenna cringed, and she tried to gauge how James felt about Mandy saying this. He certainly wasn't an easy read.
“This must be him!” Many said, running up to James. “Hi! I'm the roommate. I'm not sure if Jenna told you about me. This is my boyfriend Phil.”
“It's good to meet you. Mandy, I hope to see you soon,” James said. “I'm really sorry that I have to get going.”
James got up and left, and Jenna could hear his motorcycle going off outside.
“I told you that you were gonna scare him off!” Je
nna laughed.
“You're not mad at me?” Mandy asked.
“Hell no. I just don't think he's into the whole social scene.”
“Well, he is really cute.”
“I told you, right?”
“I don't know what you girls are talking about or why you bombarded that poor man, but, Jenna, can I get a beer?” Phil asked.
“Yeah,” Jenna said, and she got back to work.
After Hours
Jenna hated the end of her closing shifts. The bar was completely dead, and she had more work to do than normally at the end of a shift. About twenty minutes after she kicked the last person out of the bar, she heard the booming sound of a motorcycle.
Could it be him? Jenna was sure that he was going to come back another day when her friends weren't all over him. She got excited and instantly ran to the front door to see if it was actually him. She was taken aback by how cute he was sitting on his bike smoking a cigarette under the streetlight. He looked like he belonged in the night.
“Hey there!” Jenna said. “Wanna come in while I close up shop?”
“You're not gonna be long, are you?” he asked.
“Nope. I'll be right back out in just a little bit.”
“I'll be here,” he said.
Jenna rushed through the rest of her work while also making sure she didn't forget anything. Before she was done, she went into the bathroom to fix her hair, touch up her makeup, and put perfume in the essential areas. She was happy that she anticipated him coming in and looked particularly cute. She had on jeans because she was hoping that she'd be on the bike, a Nirvana crop top, and her boots.
She locked up the bar and walked up to James who was still on his bike. She wanted to give him a kiss or at least a hug, but she saw that would be awkward.
“Hop on,” he said.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“I don't know,” he said. “I figured we'd ride and see where we end up.”
“That works for me.”
Jenna hopped on the back of the bike, and she wrapped her arms around James. She lightly kissed his neck, and he started the bike. Jenna could feel the vibration between her thighs exude throughout her entire body. They took off, and she felt comfortable with the wind ruining her hair and going to unknown places. The night sky was vast, and they seemed to ride off into the stars. They rode for about a half hour before they ended up back into the local area in front of a small motel. Jenna was shocked, and she could tell that James noticed her surprise.
“Do you want me to drop you off at home?” he asked.
“No!” Jenna realized that she said that a little too excitedly. “I mean, it's OK. I wouldn't mind coming in for a bit.”
Jenna walked in to the hotel room of a single man. He was surprisingly tidy, but the room smelled of cigarettes, and there was a liquor bottle on the table. He had one small suitcase with clothes poking out.
“Nice place,” Jenna said.
James instantly grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her deep and hard, making Jenna melt inside. She leaned in close to him, grabbed his tee shirt in her hands, and they continued kissing. His hands moved from her head to her bare hips. She felt so small in his grip.
Jenna felt James slide his hand under her shirt, and he found her nipple and pinched firmly but gentle enough not to make her scream in pain. She twitched a bit, and James looked at Jenna deep in the eye while he had her nipple between his fingers.
James pulled her top over her head. He proceeded to undo Jenna's bra while she stood at his disposal. James grabbed Jenna by the head again and started kissing her. He made his way to her neck and whispered in her ear, “You're so beautiful, baby.”
“I want you so bad,” she whispered.
After that he pushed her down to her knees gently; she went down willingly.
“Come on, beautiful. Be good to daddy. Show him how badly you want it.”
Jenna eagerly opened up his jeans to expose him and took him in her mouth. He was so large, the largest that Jenna had ever had, and Jenna could barely fit it in her mouth without choking. She looked up at James who was stroking her face and grabbing her by the hair.
Jenna was eager, and she went to take off her jeans.
“Not yet,” said James. He took her hands from her jeans and led them behind her back. He grabbed her by the back of the head and proceeded to shove his entirety down her throat, making Jenna choke and drip saliva out her mouth. He continued a couple of more times before pulling her head away from him and letting her breathe.
He didn't say anything, but he grabbed Jenna and led her onto the bed. He took off her jeans to expose her black booty short panties. He took his finger and rubbed over her panties. Jenna knew that he could feel her desire all the way through her panties. The warmth and the wetness. He took the panties off and climbed on top of her.
“Give it to me,” Jenna begged. “Please.”
“You want it?” James asked, gently rubbing himself between Jenna's lips.
“Yes! So bad!”
“Oh, I know you want it.”
She gasped as the tip entered her. “Give me more! Please give me more!”
James took it out and softly started rubbing it against her again.
“No! Please put it back in me, daddy!” She groaned and looked at him with begging eyes.
“How bad do you want it?” he teased.
“Bad. Please!”
James entered her fully, and Jenna's entire body shook at the intense pleasure. She submitted herself to him, and she gripped him hard as he continued to make love to her. He would grab her body and position her firmly. Jenna could feel his eyes on her the entire time, watching her body and face contort in response to how he dominated her. His heavy thrust and hard pounding had her thrashing wildly with orgasmic bliss, cumming again and again until the pleasure was too much. She moaned to his release, as his groans were music to her ears. The room was filled with heavy panting and moans as James began kissing her shaking and tired thighs. Jenna fell asleep naked laying on James's shoulder feeling more pleasured than she ever had.
Trepidation
The next morning, Jenna woke up and started kissing James's chest. He stroked her hair, grabbed her face, kissed her, and he got up from bed. After the amazing time that Jenna had with James the night before, she was desperate to kiss him and love him again. Instead, he was putting on his clothes.
“I have to get going. I'll drop you off at your place,” he said. He wasn't even facing her when he said that.
Jenna jumped up and started kissing his neck from behind. “Don't you want me again, daddy?”
James turned around and kissed her long and hard. “We will be together again soon.”
“When?” Jenna asked.
“I don't know,” he said. He was almost done putting his clothes on already, and Jenna was still naked begging before him. “Get dressed. We have to go.”
Jenna held on to him tightly the entire ride back to her apartment never wanting to let him go. She didn't feel the same freedom that she felt during other rides. In fact, she was feeling a giant loss.
“I'll see you soon,” he said. And he rode off.
When Jenna walked into the apartment she saw Mandy and Phil eating pancakes watching TV in the living room.
“Where the hell have you been?” Mandy asked. “Were you with the psychopath?”
“Yeah, actually. And we don't know that he's a psychopath yet.”
“Look at the smile on her face! By the looks of it, she had a good night,” joked Phil.
“I'm gonna take a shower. I'll be right back,” Jenna giggled. In the shower, Jenna was reminded of the passionate night that she had just experienced, and spent time in between her own legs remembering every dirty detail. She wanted nothing more that morning than to experience him again. She wanted more, and she knew that she was going to be left wanting more until she could have him again.
Jenna got out of the shower and got read
y for the day.
“Are there any pancakes left for me?” she asked.
“Yep. There's plenty,” Many said. “Don't use my orange juice unless you're making yourself a mimosa, though. That's my rule.”
“I might have to follow that rule,” Jenna said.
“So, are you going to tell us everything?” asked Phil.
Jenna sighed. “It was amazing, guys. I wish he didn't have to leave this morning.”
“Where did he have to go?” Mandy asked.
“Um, I don't really know.
“Wait- he wouldn't tell you where he was going when he left this morning?” asked Phil.
“Oh, you forget to tell me stuff all the time,” Mandy snapped at Phil. “That is weird, though.”
“I don't really know. I assumed that he was going to work.”
“And what does he do for work?” Phil asked.
“I really don't know.”
Mandy and Phil were both silent for a moment.
“Oh, come on guys. We were just busy doing other things. His job didn't come up,” said Jenna. She knew that she had asked, though. She knew that he gave a vague answer.
“Well, when a guy refuses to tell you something that usually means that he is hiding something. Could he be a criminal on the run? Oh my God, Jenna! What if he really is a serial killer?”
“Don't you think that she'd be dead right now then?” Phil asked.
“I don't know how serial killers work. Maybe he's waiting to make the right move,” answered Mandy.
“He's not a damn serial killer,” sighed Jenna. “You're being ridiculous.”
“What could it be then? Could he be married? Maybe he's staying at the hotel because he's getting a divorce. Or maybe he's a spy, and he can't tell you anything for your safety. Or maybe he's a drifter?” Many went on and on with different possibilities.