When we were done, Brook had some news.
“Our leathers are ready,” she told me.
It didn’t take much for her to convince me to drive to the motocross track and get them. I tried them on and noticed they had lined the pants in the crotch and thigh area. That would prevent chafing and make it easier to get out of them. I put on the jacket and looked at myself in the mirror. Everything fit me like a glove. I stepped out of the dressing room, and Brook’s expression confirmed that they looked good on me. I’d gotten a more aged leather finish because I didn’t want to have to break them in as you would dress shoes. My greatest concern was comfort.
Brook went and tried hers on, and when she came out, she astounded me. I thought her slutty sweats showed off her butt. I had been mistaken. She might not make it to the car before I attacked her. We decided to quickly pay and wear our new clothes home.
“I’m your biker bitch, right? Well, I have to ride your hawg!” Brook purred as we got near the car.
I’d driven the Charger, so there was more room in the back seat than in my Jeep. In a frenzy, I somehow got her leather pants off, got my leather pants over my hips, and put on a condom in record time.
“Give me your hawg!” Brook cried.
She took a sharp breath as I flipped her over. I wanted to see her butt as I took her. Our sex was like our relationship: it was physical and a rush. Not that we hurried once we got started, but it was more that everything seemed to be at a level of ten out of ten in everything we did. She liked that I would try things with her. I liked that she was as turned-on as I was. Brook Davis was a passionate woman who rocked my world.
What I enjoyed most about her was she pushed me to go on new adventures. When I made my goals, I had added that I didn’t want to have any regrets about missing out on anything. With her, it was always an adventure, and now that we were having sex, it was even better. There was something about doing something physical and being on a rush and then having sex. It was simply better. You seemed to feel more. Orgasms seemed more intense.
I still had doubts that she’d be faithful to me, and that big concern weighed in the back of my mind. For now, I was willing to risk it and just enjoy the moment.
Speaking about enjoying the moment, suddenly things felt a whole lot better. Luckily the big brain registered that something was wrong and just before reaching my climax, I pulled out. Sure enough, the condom had ripped. Brook wasn’t happy that I made a mess on her backside, but the alternative was worse. I expected that Brook was protected but didn’t want to press my luck.
“Put it back in,” Brook whined.
She must be close. I instead used two fingers to get her to the finish line. I had my duffle bag on the floor of the back seat and found a towel.
“It stinks,” she complained.
I just got dressed. Brook cracked me up sometimes. One moment she would be flying around a track on a motorcycle, and the next she would pull the rich-princess routine. Not that she was ever a bitch about it or showed off her wealth; there were just little clues that hinted that Brook came from money. A good example was the towel. Shouldn’t they all be clean?
“Afraid you’ll get cooties?” I teased her.
“If I’m ever going to get them, it’ll be from you.”
I pinned her to the back seat and gave her a raspberry on her neck.
“David!” she squawked.
I let her up, and we got into the front seat to go home. When we were pulling up to her front door, Brook had a good idea.
“We should wear these outfits for Halloween.”
I’d been thinking about when it would be okay to wear leather pants in my town without everyone wondering about me. They had seen me in other weird clothes, but this outfit might make them all talk. Then it dawned on me that Brook had, in effect, secured me as her date for the Halloween dance. She was devious. I simply played along.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Brook tried but failed to hide her look of self-satisfaction. Girls always thought they got the better of us.
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Chapter 18 – Some Roads Lead Nowhere Friday October 2
Today had been test day. I could never figure out why teachers felt the last day of the week was the day students would be most focused on their studies. Wouldn’t it be obvious we just wanted to get ready for the weekend? For my test in PE, I walked Coach Diamond around all the weight machines and explained what they did. I know what people think, and it’s true: being a jock did have the benefit of a sure ‘A’ in PE.
Trigonometry was easy for me. I loved that they gave us multiple-choice questions. I think Ms. Lowden just wanted to use the scanner to grade the tests instead of trying to read our handwriting. That was when I found out how many people had smart watches in my class. The teachers hadn’t yet figured out that we could send messages with them. There were rules about your phone being turned on during class. The genius was that with the smart watch, all it took was a touch to revert it back to an actual watch. Afterward, I was told that you could also store the different formulas on your watch beforehand. That little factoid would have been too much temptation because memorizing the formulas was a pain.
I thought about why we hadn’t been discovered as of yet, and then it came to me: teachers wouldn’t spend that kind of money on a toy or electronic gadget unless they were really a techie. What I did know was that at some point we would get caught. After I received a message for the fourth time about needing help with a question, I took my watch off. The capper was the answer given was wrong. If anyone would be made an example of, it would be me. Moreover, I had actually studied.
My next two classes were English–Short Stories and Life Drawings II. Neither was geared towards taking a traditional test. In Short Stories I wrote a story about the day Precious and Duke ran away and the imagined fun they got into. In Life Drawings, I did a charcoal portrait of Halle. I liked it enough that I decided to use it as the basis for my final project.
At lunch, the guys wanted to talk about our trip to Atlanta to watch the Alabama vs. Georgia game. For Ty and Alan, this would be their first time flying. We would spend the night in Atlanta and then drive to Athens in the morning. It was only about an hour and a half away. I couldn’t resist booking rooms at the Ritz-Carlton. Every time I stayed at one of their hotels it had been a perfect experience, and I’d recommend them to anyone who wanted to splurge on themselves. It was my treat because I had talked them into flying out right after the game tonight instead of traveling all day tomorrow.
Early in the week, Tim told us he wouldn’t be able to make the game because of his knee, so I got the guys together and asked them whom they wanted to bring with us. They told me that because I was paying for the hotel on Friday night, I got to pick. I decided to bring my half brother Phil. I figured it would be a good bonding experience and really hadn’t spent a lot of time with him since Dad had told me he was my half brother. I was surprised when his mom said ‘no.’ I couldn’t really blame her, because there would be no adult supervision on a college campus. Phil admitted to me that he got himself grounded when he complained too much.
My next choice was Jake. Everyone liked him, and he had made a positive contribution to the team. I’d thought about bringing Johan but was a little skittish about his religious aspect and the potential that what might happen would conflict with his beliefs. The other choice would have been Bryan or Brock, but I only had one ticket. How could I pick one twin over the other? The no-brainer would have been Mike, if we based it on performance, but I didn’t really feel like spending a weekend with him.