At lunch Eve and Tricia climbed into Monica's car and pulled out of the parking lot.
"Uh, where are you going?" Tricia asked as Eve turned toward home.
"Aw...um, home...why?" Eve asked.
"I swear, Mon! Go that way! To Bobby's parents' cabin on the lake! They're out of town and we have it for the weekend don't you remember? Damn Mon, I'd swear you aren't yourself today! By the way, did you ask your mom about letting you go out there this weekend?"
"Uh, not yet." Eve said.
"Get with it! Do it when you get home this afternoon! You've been saying you'll sneak out if you have to, but you're going no matter what. It would make it much easier if she lets you go. And she has said several times when you're 18, it's your choice!"
"Yeah. I'll ask...uh...I mean tell her." Eve said.
But to herself she thought, 'I'm not looking forward to spending a weekend with a bunch of teenagers, especially if I've got to be one of them!'
It took about 20 minutes to get to the lake. There were three cars parked in the driveway, Bobby's Chevy pickup, Christy's Toyota, and George Warren's '78 Firebird. In front of all of them sat a shiny green and white sport bike, whose she didn't know.
They could hear the music long before they got to the door. They knocked and when Bobby opened it, the sound level just about bowled Eve over.
"Hey, birthday girl!" Bobby yelled, "Come on in!"
There were half a dozen kids in the cabin when they stepped in. Eve knew all of them but one, a handsome, dark-haired young man leaning against the fireplace, dressed in a black leather biker jacket.
'If I were Monica, I'd go for that one.' Eve thought as she looked the young man up and down.
Tricia noticed where Eve was staring, and put her mouth close to Eve's ear, nearly screaming to be loud enough to be heard over the music, "Isn't that Morgan Conrad a hunk and a half or what? And I can tell you're still drooling over him! That's the same expression you had on your face when you saw him last week."
Eve nodded, her eyes still checking out the young man across the room. She glanced at Tricia and then looked back to find her gaze locked with his. A smile flicked across his lips for a moment, then he winked at her. All she could do was stare and think, ' MY GOD! How I'd like to jump his bones! If he were older or I were younger...'
Her circumstances hit here and she giggled to herself, 'I guess I am younger!'
Suddenly Morgan pushed away from where he'd been leaning and sauntered across the cabin towards her. She became aware of her heart beating faster and her palms becoming damp as he approached.
'I'm acting like I'm my daughter and not just in her body!' Eve thought as Morgan stopped in front of her.
"Hey." He said, looking her up and down.
"Wassup?" She replied, trying her best to sound like her daughter would have.
"You ever ride on a bike?" He asked.
"Nope." She said.
"You wanna'?" He asked with a half grin.
Eve thought for a second and said, "Sure. Now?"
Morgan grinned and replied, "Now. Come-on."
She followed him out of the house. He stopped next to his bike, unstrapped a helmet from the back and handed it to her. She put it on and he carefully helped her fasten the chin strap. He strapped on his own helmet, climbed on to his machine and a moment later it roared to life. He reached down, flipped out the passenger pegs, then held out his hand in invitation. She took the proffered hand, stepped up on the passenger peg, swung onto the saddle, and settled in behind him, snuggled tight against his back.
"Hang on." He said.
With that, he pulled out of the drive and the next moment Eve was holding on for dear life, her arms wrapped around his waist in a death grip as the world flashed past. A half hour later they pulled into the drive and he shut off the engine. He pulled off his helmet, turned and arched his eyebrow in inquiry.
She grinned, "I loved it!"
He looked down at her firm jutting breast's with an answering grin and said, "I kinda enjoyed it too!"
Eve found herself enthralled by the good-looking rider. But her mind kept telling her, young, so damn young.
'Oh God!' She groaned to herself, 'If only he were older! If he was, as soon as I got back to my body, I'd have him in my bed. But I can't screw someone this young, as myself! And I can't as my daughter! She's virgin and I can't give that away for her.'
Morgan stepped off the bike and moved over to her. He pulled her to him and before she could stop it, or could even think about stopping it, he was kissing her. Automatically, she started to respond, hesitated, then thought, 'What the hell?' and kissed him back with passion.
When they came up for air he grinned and said, "I've never had one like that. Whoo-haaa!"
She smiled panting, "Me, either!"
He again bent to kiss her and this time she didn't hesitate. She threw her arms around his neck and put everything she had into the embrace. As they kissed, she was aware of his hands roaming along her back. He slid one hand down to massage the cheek of her firm ass, the other she could feel moving along her side, then she felt the electric touch of skin on skin as his fingertips touched her bare skin. He worked it up under her top and it felt so good she didn't want to stop him. A moment later she moaned as his fingers rubbed across her nipple, then his hand cupped her firm young breast.
Morgan moved his other hand from her ass around to her front and started to unsnap her jeans. It only took him a few seconds to unsnap, then unzip them. Eve groaned as she felt his hand slip into her pants, then felt his finger slide between the lips of her warm, moist slit.
'Oh my god, I want to fuck him!' She thought crazily. 'But I can't!' she wailed to herself.
She broke the embrace, put her hands on his chest and pushed away from him, gasping with unfulfilled lust. Morgan stepped towards her but she held him away with her hand on his chest.
"I can't." She gasped, "I... I really just...I can't."
Morgan smiled, a seductive, sexy smileas he said, "Why not? We seem to be hitting it off. "
Eve took a long breath and huffed, "A lot of reasons. The biggest one is I'm a virgin and I plan to stay that way, for a little longer anyway."
"You're a cherry, huh? A little old to still be carrying your 'V-card' aren't you? I mean, most girls your age have already done it at least once." His eyes held hers with the challenge.
"I-I..." Eve didn't know what to say.
She knew Morgan was right, but didn't know how to defend the virgin status of her daughter.
Morgan stepped up close to her, tipped her chin up so her eyes met his and said, "Don't worry about it. I'll leave it be. You're a nice girl, I like you. If that's the way it is, then that's the way it is. But if you decide you want to change that anytime soon..." He left off speaking, but grinned at her, leaned forward, then placed his lips gently on hers.
A long, slow, soft lingering kiss. Eve found herself falling into him, wanting more of his touch, wanting more of him, silently cursing the circumstances that prohibited it.
Morgan broke their kiss, stepped back and said, "Come on, before I decide your cherry status is a challenge and try to do something about it."
Eve followed him into the house, trying to forget what it had felt like when he'd touched her, finding she couldn't. As they entered the cabin Eve glanced at the clock and was shocked to see it was already 5:00 pm. She scrabbled through the crowded, noisy room to where Tricia and Bobby were snuggled up in a large overstuffed chair.
"Hey!" Eve yelled over the din, "I've got to get home! You coming?"
"I'm staying here." Tricia yelled back, "You're coming back, aren't you?"
