This story does not jump right into the action so please be patient and you will be rewarded.
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By the time I was 20 I was already into my sophomore year in university, majoring in Economics and doing rather well at it, too. I consider myself to have been especially fortunate not only because I had parents that could afford to send me through university, but do so in a very comfortable manner. Add to that, I was able to continue living at home because we lived only about 15 miles from campus.
I was living a good life. I had all the material goodies I could ask for including the best technology, and a staggeringly good audio and video system in my own suite adjoining our house. It might have been a garage once but my dad had built it into a fully-serviced suite when I was fourteen years old. Little did I know it had been his plan to 'give' it to me when I graduated from high school. That meant I was living rather independently most of the time. I say most of the time because I continued to benefit from my mother's good cooking and all the laundry services I needed.
I had a nice enough car that was only a couple of years old, but it was my bike that I really loved and used most of the time, especially for commuting to school. And I can tell you it turned more than one head as I rode past other students on my way to the motorcycle lot near the middle of campus. A top-line BMW will do that.
One day near the end of term before Christmas I came home to something of a disaster. Coming into my parents' kitchen I saw that my mom was sitting in front of a nearly empty wine bottle and an empty glass in hand. There were broken dishes and a couple of pans laying on the floor around her. Shocked, I assumed she had come home to the results of a break-in or something. I asked.
"Thomas, I'm glad you're home. Your asshole father is having an affair... again, and I threw him out!" cried my mother.
I was surprised. Completely surprised. I had not seen any of this coming nor had I ever heard a whisper that my parents were having problems. My mother explained what I needed to know and it did make sense in the end. She had recently 'caught' him via his telephone. Yes, the now commonplace story of seeing hot women that were not her along with texts that suggested awfully dirty things.
To make things worse, he had wandered early in their marriage when I was very young and after she had caught him then, had apologized furiously and promised it would never happen. Unfortunately, the recent activity had been just one of several — I had to be impressed at my dad's popularity, Tiger Woods style! My mother did not think the same way.
So there I was, the product of a broken home. The mess that is a broken marriage evolved over the next several weeks. In the end, my mom took a huge chunk of my dad's money and made him buy her a new house across town. My dad kept the house and got custody of me, or more accurately, I got to keep living in the adjoining suite.
Since we really did have money, even this setback did not completely butcher my dad financially. He did lose some zeroes on his bank accounts and investments, but still had enough to keep me in good shape. If this sounds like I was taking advantage, I wasn't. Both my parents had long supported my lifestyle and needs and continued to do so after the separation and divorce.
It was about six months before everything settled down. My parents were not going to be getting back together, ever, but at least they were talking. I did have to travel across town at least once or twice a week to visit my mom, but that was no problem: any excuse to straddle my BMW.
It was midsummer when my life changed again. It was already good, but it got a lot better.
Right after my mom moved out, my dad dropped his mistress. Yes, the one that led to breaking up my parents. I thought it was pretty silly now that he could actually bring the other woman out of the closet, if you will, but my dad seemed to think that it was the fooling around that made it worthwhile, not the actual person he was philandering with. I still don't get it.
By mid-summer things had started to change. I knew that my mom had found a new partner though she refused to tell me anything about him, much less let me meet him in person. Around the same time my dad also found someone to canoodle with, as he called it. I just thought he'd got a new girlfriend.
Then I met Adrianna. I swear my jaw really did drop when I first saw her. My dad had invited me to dinner at a trendy restaurant so that I could meet his new girlfriend. As I approached the table, both she and my dad stood up to greet me. I can't say I remember anything about what my dad said or wore once I'd laid eyes on her.
Adrianna was tall, almost six feet or about an inch taller than I am. She was even taller in her elegant heels, 'fuck-me heels' as one friend called her 'goin' out' shoes. They were perfect for the look Adrianna was projecting. She wore a very, very tight sheath dress in a shimmery blood-red colour, cut up one side almost to the top her thigh, which were perfect: tanned, strong and ideal.
The neckline did everything for her chest that the cut of the dress did for her legs. Her breasts were reasonably large and pushed together by the fabric, but no bra. The V-neck was open to just above her belly button and while not gaping, made for a fabulous display of cleavage. The fabric was taut across her tummy, smooth and ripple-free. It was also tight enough to feature her slightly enlarged nipples. Adrianna looked good enough to force a guy into the men's room for a quick tug, but I was a good boy and held off.
Adrianna's hair was cut short and sexy, very fashionably and in a most wonderful shade of red. She wore no jewellery but for a greasy-rich white gold chain that lay heavily between her breasts reaching just below their soft round lower edges.
When my jaw had gone back to its proper function and we got talking, I discovered that Adrianna owned and taught at a fashionable and successful studio in the city. She told us she had worked with a number of pretty big name performers and once we'd committed to secrecy, she gave us a few of the names.
We had a terrific dinner. The food was excellent; the service invisible but always available. Despite my initial awe and worrying about being caught by my dad as I ogled his girlfriend, we had a wonderful time. I have always gotten along well with my dad, but I had expected that Adrianna would be too young for him. Instead, I found her be a perfect companion for him, and for me I imagined. What could have been an uncomfortable dinner with an outsider turned into a warm, shared and fascinating evening.
I will be the first one to admit that my imagination occasionally interrupted my thoughts as I gazed upon dad's trophy girlfriend. What would those breasts look like cascading out of a lacy Victoria's Secret bra? What did she have on for underwear? I suspected not much when I watched her later as she walked towards the washroom. Her stride exposed a long, perfectly turned out leg. And her walk was one of a trained dancer: simply perfect.
I only got caught once, I think, when Adrianna glanced in my direction as I was staring into her cleavage. It may be imagination, but I thought she looked pleased rather than unhappy. To my knowledge, my dad did not notice.
Once dinner was over, I said my goodbyes and, collecting my helmet and leathers from the coat check, I heard Adrianna's voice: "Don't tell me. You ride a motorcycle?"
Before I could answer, my dad replied, "he rides brand new BMW R1200 — I gave it to him last year as a birthday gift."
I saw a gleam in Adrianna's eyes as she understood what a sexy, upscale bike I had. Turns out she knew something about bikes though she was not a rider. Her brother had 'always' had a bike so she'd grown up around them and knew more than a bit about the excitement of straddling a beautiful machine.
"Can I have a ride?" she asked.
