Touch didn't look like she was big enough to manage her big Yamaha YZF-600 as she easily cruised through the tight twisting turns of Texas Park Road 37. She leaned the big bike through the sharp curves and switchbacks of the winding road with little problem. The occasional car was little problem, the meaty tires biting into the asphalt as she torqued her way past the slower metal-cage cars, sweeping past the double yellow lines with impunity. The speed limit sign said fifty, but she was cruising an easy sixty through the turns, including a nasty hairpin that made her lean the bike nearly to the ground as she cornered it.
She loved the feel of the wind on her skin, although she valued it enough to keep it under the protection of her racing jacket. The perforated leather jacket let the wind through to her thin tank top, and her jeans were tight enough to let the air through the weave. She was full enough of breast to need a bra, although she loved the feel of being without one. Most men couldn't speak to her without aiming to first sentence at her tits. It was flattering, even if she was not that interested in them in the first place.
The rest of the group was already at Medina Lake, partying at Sway's brother's house. Now, there's a dish worth being hungry over, Touch thought as she passed a farm truck spewing fumes and dirty smoke in equal measure. It was a shame that Sway didn't swing toward other girls. No, she had her tastes in men, but that was ok. Touch often played with herself thinking about how Sway looked at a hot tub party, her skin dripping clear water down past her perfect breasts, and the way her thong had molded tightly to the cleft between her legs. Touch weaved through a curve as she contemplated the sweet sexiness of Sway's body.
Oh, well. She was supposed to meeting a hookup before the party in a few minutes anyway. Some little coochie who had a man who didn't do it to her the way a girl could. She'd even sent pix. She was like every other trash girl, a little run down, but definitely worth a bang or two, even if she wasn't a take-home-to-mom partner. She said to look for a Saturn with a hubcap missing at the park and ride at the end of Park Road 37 and Texas Highway 1283. That was good, because Park Road 37 led to the little lakeside community Sway's party was at. Booty and a party less than ten miles away from each other.
She kicked her bike down a couple of gears, letting the engine compression wind down the speed. A cop car drifted by, the sheriff's logo gleaming in reflective colors against the white of the cruiser. The cop checked her out as she passed. The signs indicated that the intersection was coming up soon. Touch's anticipation was starting to rise.
Touch downshifted and turned left into the park and ride. No one was there yet. Touch parked the bike and shut it down. The gas station was across the street, and she saw two familiar bikes there. She pulled her helmet off and let her chestnut hair swing free. Her sunglasses cut the punishing light of the South Texas sun down to a bearable level. Her bike was angled to let her see the road and the gas station, so she reclined on the bike, stretching along its length to wait. It was a few minutes later when Sasha and Sway appeared, Sasha lugging a twelve-pack of his favorite Shiner Bock and Sway carrying an 18-pack of Bud Light. They webbed the beer to the back of their bikes with a small bungee-cord web. Waving, Touch smiled at the two. They waved back as they rocked their bikes up and started them. They disappeared down the twisting road that led to their party. However, in watching them leave, Touch spotted the Saturn she was looking for, once white but slowly taking on the dulled colorless shade of used, looking as trashy as the girl Touch was looking for.
She parked near Touch, getting out and looking off at the road. Touch studied her still-anonymous possibility. She was average height, beginning to thicken in the middle a bit from too many nights tipping beers at the Dancing Bear. Her hair was long, wild but kept back in a ponytail, and she smelled of cigarettes, and her glasses looked like they were bent a bit and never repaired correctly. Touch liked to fuck common women- the everyday woman that was being worn down by life. The hot sexiness of a woman being broken out of her rut was intoxicating. This one looked like she needed to get shocked out of her tired lifestyle, the high of tasting forbidden sex.
"I'm Touch." Touch was positively ready to explode. The anticipation, along with the natural fear of rejection and her own insatiable sex drive, aggravated by the vibrations of the ride to the Lake, was at a singing peak.
"Hi. I'm Shadewhisper." Touch knew the name, the same screen name she'd been having cybersex with for the last two weeks. Touch sidled closer, the siren call of trashiness beyond her. Touch walked around her, her stride catlike and predatory. Touch walked up behind her, pressing her pert tits into the girl's back and beginning to grind slowly.
"Don't do that," came the girl's voice. "People will talk." Touch leaned forward, to where her lips pressed against her target's ear. "Tell me you real name, then."
"Virginia."
"That's better, girl. I'll follow you home."
"But my boyfriend-"
"Is not my problem, lover." Touch took her by the shoulder and turned Virginia around. "I want you, and I think you want me. I don't live here, and I have other places to go if you don't want to do this. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know." Virginia stepped back, her Bud Light hat keeping the sun out of her eyes. "I'm a little scared."
"I'll be gentle." Touch was always gentle - until the lovemaking was done.
Touch could see the shining desire warring in Virginia's eyes, along with the doubt of exploring uncharted waters in her sexuality. Touch could feel the electricity coming off of Virginia - and the doubt.
Touch leaned in and kissed Virginia, catching Virginia's bow-shaped lips and giving her a kiss that lasted only seconds, but left Virginia reeling.
