zone and the boundaries I had always set for myself, but
there was something about him…
I heard the gasp from the doorway. My eyes darted open
and, looking over Luke's shoulder, gazed in horror at the waitress, her eyes
wide, her mouth opened in an “O” of surprise as she looked at where I lay on
the table, Luke half covering me with his own body. I could imagine the look on
my own face, but then the waitress just giggled, backed away, and closed the door.
I scrambled to the side, off the table, gently shoving Luke off of me.
"Oh my gosh , oh my gosh,
oh my gosh," was all I could mutter as I rolled onto the floor and then my
knees in abject embarrassment. To my surprise, Luke only smiled and tilted his
head toward the door.
"Don't worry about her, she won't tell
anyone," he assured. "She's a friend of mine."
I stared at Luke, and then glanced at the door, trying
to rearrange my shirt to make sure that I looked presentable. My blood raced
through my veins. "Luke, I-"
"Come on," he said, standing and reaching
for his jacket, lying on the floor nearby. "Let's go for a ride."
My privates were on fire, my breasts tingling still
from the sensations his hands had elicited on my tender flesh, my blood
throbbing with desire, but I knew this was not the time or the place. I wasn't
sure if I should go with him anywhere, especially in the state I was in. Then I
reminded myself again – where's your sense of adventure, Jessica?
Chapter
7
I was already hot with sexual tension and the
vibration of the bike underneath me did nothing to soothe my zinging nerves. It
had grown dark outside while we ate. I wasn't sure were going, and at this
point I didn't care. I just enjoyed the sensation of the bike rumbling beneath
me, the feel of Luke’s hips against the inside of my thighs, and his warmth as
I pressed myself close to his back, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. I
still wore the sunglasses, just because I was afraid of getting a bug in my
eye. With the streetlights, it wasn’t hard to see. Before long, we made our way
out of the city streets and into a more rural area. Finally, as we headed off
up into the hills, he pulled over into an overlook. It was gorgeous, quiet,
dark, and private.
"I thought you might like the view from up
here," he commented as he shut down the bike.
I climbed off the bike and he followed suit. I pulled
off my helmet and he did the same, and we both placed the helmets on the seat
of the bike. I placed my sunglasses beside the helmet. Then, he reached for my
hand. I gave it to him. He led me toward a row of huge boulders that bordered
the turnout from the highway and the surrounding hillsides.
"I like coming up here sometimes, where I can see
the stars at night."
My hand felt warm and tingly in his, and I looked up
into the night sky, agreeing. We sat on one of the boulders and just stared up
into the night sky for a while. "A penny for your thoughts," I
finally said.
"I'll have to charge you more than a penny,"
he grinned.
"Seriously, Luke. I want to know more about you.”
I was curious how he had learned so many languages. Perhaps his father had been
a career military man. That would account for the different locations, but for
some reason, I doubted that was it. Was his father a businessman or a professor,
perhaps? “Why did you travel all over the world with your parents? What did
your parents do?"
"You first," he said. "So, Jessica
Mallory from Billings, Montana, what's your history?"
I shrugged. "Not too exciting to tell," I
said. "I got awarded a scholarship and chose Boston U. I took basic
undergrad courses during my freshman and sophomore years, and now I’m taking more
advanced courses that will get me some kind of medical degree, although I'm not
quite sure which field I want to specialize in.” I paused, looking up at the
stars. He was right. You had to get out of the city and away from all the
lights to see the stars. Back home in Montana, I had often enjoyed
there was something about him…
I heard the gasp from the doorway. My eyes darted open
and, looking over Luke's shoulder, gazed in horror at the waitress, her eyes
wide, her mouth opened in an “O” of surprise as she looked at where I lay on
the table, Luke half covering me with his own body. I could imagine the look on
my own face, but then the waitress just giggled, backed away, and closed the door.
I scrambled to the side, off the table, gently shoving Luke off of me.
"Oh my gosh , oh my gosh,
oh my gosh," was all I could mutter as I rolled onto the floor and then my
knees in abject embarrassment. To my surprise, Luke only smiled and tilted his
head toward the door.
"Don't worry about her, she won't tell
anyone," he assured. "She's a friend of mine."
I stared at Luke, and then glanced at the door, trying
to rearrange my shirt to make sure that I looked presentable. My blood raced
through my veins. "Luke, I-"
"Come on," he said, standing and reaching
for his jacket, lying on the floor nearby. "Let's go for a ride."
My privates were on fire, my breasts tingling still
from the sensations his hands had elicited on my tender flesh, my blood
throbbing with desire, but I knew this was not the time or the place. I wasn't
sure if I should go with him anywhere, especially in the state I was in. Then I
reminded myself again – where's your sense of adventure, Jessica?
Chapter
7
I was already hot with sexual tension and the
vibration of the bike underneath me did nothing to soothe my zinging nerves. It
had grown dark outside while we ate. I wasn't sure were going, and at this
point I didn't care. I just enjoyed the sensation of the bike rumbling beneath
me, the feel of Luke’s hips against the inside of my thighs, and his warmth as
I pressed myself close to his back, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. I
still wore the sunglasses, just because I was afraid of getting a bug in my
eye. With the streetlights, it wasn’t hard to see. Before long, we made our way
out of the city streets and into a more rural area. Finally, as we headed off
up into the hills, he pulled over into an overlook. It was gorgeous, quiet,
dark, and private.
"I thought you might like the view from up
here," he commented as he shut down the bike.
I climbed off the bike and he followed suit. I pulled
off my helmet and he did the same, and we both placed the helmets on the seat
of the bike. I placed my sunglasses beside the helmet. Then, he reached for my
hand. I gave it to him. He led me toward a row of huge boulders that bordered
the turnout from the highway and the surrounding hillsides.
"I like coming up here sometimes, where I can see
the stars at night."
My hand felt warm and tingly in his, and I looked up
into the night sky, agreeing. We sat on one of the boulders and just stared up
into the night sky for a while. "A penny for your thoughts," I
finally said.
"I'll have to charge you more than a penny,"
he grinned.
"Seriously, Luke. I want to know more about you.”
I was curious how he had learned so many languages. Perhaps his father had been
a career military man. That would account for the different locations, but for
some reason, I doubted that was it. Was his father a businessman or a professor,
perhaps? “Why did you travel all over the world with your parents? What did
your parents do?"
"You first," he said. "So, Jessica
Mallory from Billings, Montana, what's your history?"
I shrugged. "Not too exciting to tell," I
said. "I got awarded a scholarship and chose Boston U. I took basic
undergrad courses during my freshman and sophomore years, and now I’m taking more
advanced courses that will get me some kind of medical degree, although I'm not
quite sure which field I want to specialize in.” I paused, looking up at the
stars. He was right. You had to get out of the city and away from all the
lights to see the stars. Back home in Montana, I had often enjoyed
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