** A Sequel to 'Marion's Bedroom' **
Ten days after I had been nearly killed while riding my motorcycle, I stood in the local Harley Davidson dealer showroom. I enviously checked out a new Fat Boy model. The sleek crotch rocket was painted in gleaming black with red trim and priced over $29,000.00.
Even if I could have afforded the hefty price tag, I wasn't in the market for a new bike. I was merely waiting for my friend, Robert Simmons, to pick me up after I dropped my eight year old Heritage Softail Classic off for servicing.
The visit was necessary to repair the damage caused by a lightning bolt that blew me off it when it struck a nearby tree.
A few minutes later, Robert's SUV rolled up and stopped outside the dealership.
Nearing the vehicle, I was surprised to see it was not being driven by Robert, but rather his eighteen year old twin sister Marion. Another young woman accompanied her.
As I settled into the backseat and buckled up, Marion spoke. "Robert is helping my dad out today and asked me to come for you."
Nodding to her passenger, she said, "Trent Gallow, meet my cousin, Kristi Simmons. Kristi is staying with us while her mother is in the hospital."
From my position directly behind Marion, I could easily check out her cousin.
She was an attractive, chubby version of Marion. Her ash blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she had the same hazel eyes as her cousin. The similarities were striking enough that they could have passed for sisters.
Watching her ample bosom in profile from the back seat, I was instantly reminded of the hours that followed my near death experience, just ten days prior.
The frightening episode had occurred outside Marion's bedroom. Marion and her friend Karen had come to my rescue.
I smiled as I recalled the next several sex filled hours, spent with the two young women in Marion's bed. The most fateful part of it was when Marion surrendered her virginity to me. Afterward, she made it clear that she hoped there would more encounters in the future.
"Let me know if you need a ride to pick your bike up." Marion offered as she dropped me at my place.
"That would be great." I replied. "It will be ready tomorrow afternoon."
"We'll pick you up at 2:30. By the way, I went on the pill a few days ago. I'll be safe by Monday."
My astonished look, first at her and then at Kristi, spurred Marion to say, "I told Kristi everything that happened. We have no secrets."
True to their word, they showed up the next day at the agreed time. On the way to the Harley shop, Marion asked for a return favour the next day.
"Kristi will need a ride to visit her mom tomorrow. Would you be able to give her a lift?"
"No problem if she is okay to ride on the back of my bike."
"That sounds like fun." Kristi chimed in. "Could you pick me up after lunch?"
"See you then." I said as I exited the vehicle.
A little after two the next day, Robert and Marion's mother answered the door at the Simmons' home.
My penis reacted the way it always had every time I encountered the stunning forty something year old blond goddess.
Michelle Simmons stood before me wearing a peasant blouse and tight fitting shorts. Truthfully my aroused reaction would not have been different if she was clad in an old oversized potato sack. The enduring image of accidentally seeing her naked two years before would always be the way I saw her, particularly in my nightly masturbation activities.
On that occasion, she emerged naked from her bathroom as I passed by her open bedroom door. It was a few moments before she turned and saw me mesmerized, unable to move away.
It was only after a few seconds of seeing her in all her full frontal naked beauty, that she turned away in an unhurried retreat to her dressing room.
Michelle never spoke of it, but often smiled at me coyly when no one else was around. I was smitten with my friend's beautiful mother from that day forward.
"Hi Trent. Kristi will be right with you. Thank you so much for helping out."
I smiled nervously, as I realized she could almost certainly see the bulge in my shorts. Turning away to conceal the effect she was having on me would probably only make it more obvious and embarrass me further.
No doubt she already knew I had a major crush on her and exactly what effect she had on me.
I was relieved when Marion and her cousin appeared.
Kristi undid her ponytail and shook her shoulder length hair loose before she donned the helmet I handed her. She adjusted her back pack and I noted that the shoulder straps framed her ample breasts, pushing them together beneath her white tee shirt. She was braless and her nipples were prominently displayed.
It stirred me to think they would be pressed into my back on the ride to and from the hospital. I was further aroused by the subtle scent of the perfume or body wash she used.
Kristi was just another one of the Simmons women who had the same affect on me.....an uncomfortable bulge in my boxers.
When her arms were tightly wrapped around me, I fired up my Harley and we departed.
It was a perfect summer day. While I waited outside the hospital, I used the time to polish the chrome on my bike.
Later, on the return trip to my friends home, a sudden cloud burst drenched us and my fear of another brush with death from a lightning strike almost brought on a panic attack.
