Chapter 3

Marie and I called off our meeting for this morning, after the Parker family fuck-fest with her, Traci and Carli late yesterday.

I was up before 7:00 with plans to stop at McD’s and grab a breakfast sandwich on my way out of town. I dressed in jeans with a black leather vest over my white Harley t-shirt. I was wearing my shit-kicking cowboy boots.

I had packed my bedroll last night, and put my diddy-bag in my saddlebags.

When Dad bought my Honda, he made me promise I’d wear a helmet, even though it wasn’t a law in our state. I grabbed my spare helmet and strapped it down on my buddy seat. Already, I had plans to meet a Texas cutie - or two - and I want to be prepared.

I stopped by Walmart and stocked up on condoms. I wanted to be prepared for a month or so. I’m not a Scout, but I was raised by my Daddy.

... I was sitting in a booth eating my second sausage and biscuit - drinking my orange juice - when I looked through the glass to see her jogging along the sidewalk, coming this way. As soon as I recognized her, I was wishing with all the energy I could muster inside me, that she would stop here...

I was facing her as she opened the door and looked straight ahead to see me. I wanted her to know I saw her - so I waved. She waved, and smiled, just as she went around the corner to the counter. I had already made up my mind - even if she doesn’t come over and speak, I’m going to chase her down on my Harley when she leaves...

I didn’t have to.

Though I wasn’t shocked, I was actually surprised when she came around the corner, with her carryout bag and orange juice, to sit at my booth across from me.

“Hi, Ian. I saw you as soon as I came in. The way you’re dressed, I would assume that’s your new Harley parked near the door?”

“Coach Weston, I recognized you jogging from about fifty yards away, and I couldn’t help but wish you would stop here. Do you jog daily?”

“Yes I do ... and thanks for those wishes. As soon as I opened the door to see you sitting here, I was hoping you would still be here when I had my order. Tell me about your Harley. You’ve been riding a Honda Sportster for years. Did you trade?”

“No, I’m going to keep the Honda. Dad bought it for me two years ago on my birthday ... How did you know I rode a Sportster?”

“My two older brothers were big into bikes and they started out on Honda Sportsters, then sort of graduated to Harleys. That one parked out front has to be a dream machine. Did you just get it?”

“Yes, I got it yesterday. I stopped by on my way home from the office with intentions of buying it - or one like it. When Mr. Ross met me in the showroom, he told me that Dad had already bought it in my name, before he passed away.”

“I read in the paper about your Dad. I am so sorry you have to go through that. I lost my Dad when I was in junior high, and for a long time, I wasn’t sure I could go on. With my brothers and Mom encouraging me, I got my teaching degree, like Dad always wanted me to...

“Now that you’ve graduated, what are your plans? Going to college, or going to work at the investment firm with your brother?”

She’s holding her sandwich with the wrapper around it, taking a bite now and then. Her smile comes easy and her eyes flash up to look directly into my eyes. I like that. She has to be the most beautiful young coach in our school’s history... and she’s single.

“I met my brother, Reybern at the office yesterday and he told me that he was going to take off a week to ten days, and go on a trip with his newest girlfriend. I told him I wanted to ride down to South Texas and spend a few weeks on the beach. I packed my diddy-bag last night, and that’s where I’m headed this morning...

“What are your plans for the summer, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I plan to leave later today, going back home to spend a week or so with Mom, before I head to the beach for a week or two - at least ... You said you were going to South Texas, are you going to South Padre?”

“Yes, I’ve never been and I want to just get away for a while, since I decided not to go on the senior trip.”

“I heard about you and Sylvia breaking up. I shouldn’t say anything ... but since you’re not a student any longer, and school is out anyway - she’s a bitch - and you’re better off without her extra baggage. She’s a loser big time, especially now that she lost you...

...”I’m sure you never knew this, but I grew up ten miles from South Padre.”

“Did you really? You just told me you’re go back to see your Mom.”

“Yes, and Ian ... May I ... I mean ... Would you meet me down the street, and let me ride around the block with you? I’ve never done anything like this in my life - but I need to talk to you in private.”

“Sure ... I hope no one is causing you problems this morning?”

“No, No ... Nothing like that, but I’m having trouble convincing myself that what I’m about to do is right. Please, give me five minutes, then get on your Harley and stop for me down the street.”

“You should be at the intersection of Woods and Second by then, right?”

“Yes, I’ll meet you at that intersection since there are trees on all four corners. Bye and thanks, Ian. I’ll tell you more, as we ride.”

My cock was getting hard by the time she walked out, swishing her ass. The swing of her ass isn’t exaggerated, it comes natural and I’ve been admiring the way she walks - and her ass, for three years.

When I passed the first cross-street on Woods, I could see her jogging slowly ahead of me as she neared the intersection of Second Street. As soon as I stopped, she stepped up onto the buddy seat and I roared away.

“Where to?”

“Just go outside of town for now. I hope I’m not making you late, but I wanted to ask you a personal favor ... I could possibly be fired for this ... but when you told me you were going to South Padre...

...”I couldn’t help but want to ride with you!”

“If you’re serious, I would love to have your company. Tell me your plans for getting your stuff, and we’ll be gone before the rest of the town wakes up.”

“I have my stuff, packed. I was planning to leave later today, and drive down ... There’s one of those metal carports with sides on it, where I park my car behind the apartment. If we come in from the alley in back, there’s plenty of room for you to drive under the carport, and I’ll run in to get my stuff. Don’t worry, I wasn’t taking much anyway. My plans were to stay on the beach also, as much as possible.”

“Does that mean, a very lucky, recent high school graduate may get to see the sexiest, most beautiful coach in this state, wearing a bikini?”

“I love wearing them, when I’m away from here. I even have the tiniest little black leather bikini I’ve ever owned, but I’ve never worn it outdoors.”

“Wear that one today, and get some sun as we ride.”

“Would you take your t-shirt off, and just wear your black vest?”

“Hurry, Coach. You’re messing with me now, and I’m already excited.”

She was inside maybe ten minutes before she ran out the back door of her apartment with two small bags. One, we put in the right saddlebag, the other we strapped behind the buddy seat.

“Put this helmet on, so we can talk.”

She’s wearing an oversize, bright yellow, pullover shirt and when she threw her leg across my seat, I saw the tiny thong of her black leather bikini, trapped in her crotch.

“I saw you looking. I was hoping you would. I love this little bikini, though I’ve never been brave enough to wear it outside until now.”

“I hope the top matches the thong.”

“It does and I have to be careful or I’ll flash a nipple when I move the least bit.”

“You’ve tested it?”

“Every way I can possibly think of, in front of the mirror. Now, I get to take my shirt off and test the bottom and top.”

“I’m ready if you are.”

“Hit the road, Ian. I’m so excited and I may need to hold onto you until I get used to riding.”

“I’ve only had one rider since I got my Harley yesterday. She wore a bikini too, but hers wasn’t leather, though it was as small as yours.”

“Dang, and I was hoping I’d be your first ... Umm... I should have said rider. Let me guess. I’m sure I would know her, if I heard her name, or if you’d describe her to me...

“Already, I know who it wasn’t.”

“Yes, and the one who wasn’t my first rider, was in your senior high gym class, and the junior who did ride with me first, is too.”

“Can you tell me the color of her hair?”

“My favorite - same as your light blonde hair.”

“Carli Parker! Wow, I bet she pressed her big boobs against your back too, didn’t she?”

“You guessed it. I tried to talk her into to pulling her bikini top up, and press her naked boobs against my back, but she was afraid she’d be seen. We only rode through town and down the interstate a ways before we went back to swim at my house.”

“I heard you have a new swimming pool, and rumors are, that it’s almost as big as the pool at school.”

“Word gets around about stuff like that, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, and you should hear what some of those girls talk about. I mean, right in front of me, as if I’m one of them.”

“I’ve heard some of that too, from one of your girls.”

“Did you also hear, that you’ve been their favorite topic, since your pool was installed?”

“You’re kidding! Really? Why were they talking about me?”

“Do you really want me to tell you?”

“Will it embarrass me? Did it embarrass you?”

“I wasn’t embarrassed. I was surprised, but I was paying close attention so I could get all the juicy details ... Are you easily embarrassed?”

“I don’t think so. I suppose I could be embarrassed if someone told a really personal secret about me.”

“This one, isn’t a secret anymore, Ian.”

“Tell me.”

“Your ex, told that she swam nude with you once.”

“That’s not very embarrassing. I’m sure most teenagers, given the chance, have swum nude with their significant other at times.”

“I never did. Not even ‘til this day as a matter of fact. I feel left out, now that I’m twenty-five.”

“You just haven’t met the right guy. Either that, or you’re too shy to take that leather bikini off and swim naked.”

“Maybe I’ve been waiting for the right person to ask me. I mean, ask me if I wanted to swim nude with him.”

“Maybe there was a senior student who was afraid to ask the most beautiful young female coach in the history of Redfield High, to swim nude with him in his new pool.”

“If that was the case, that student has graduated by now and he should just come right out and let the young female coach know his true feelings.”

“Let me take a pause on this very interesting conversation for a minute, and we’ll come right back to it...

“You do know that we’ll spend two nights on the road, before we reach South Padre Island - Right?”

“Yes, I’ve driven it the past three summers. I’ve always stayed at the same two motels, since they have nice pools and there was never too many people. Do you have reservations at a certain motel?”

“No, I was talking to the owner of the Harley dealership about my trip, and he told me about a campground just off I-20, near Monroe Louisiana, where he used to stay when he and his wife were younger. He said there was a really nice lake where they camped, and each campsite is secluded enough that they would swim nude each night, and they even stayed an extra night once or twice, they were having so much fun...