Not used to riding with anyone, I also adjusted the rear suspension on the bike in preparation for my passenger.

Back at the motel, I went online in search of a route that we could take and a good place where we could stop. I found a town called Julian that was about seventy-six miles away. That would mean about a two-hour ride. It was a mountainous area about an hour east of San Diego and apparently known for its apple pies. Apple pie for my apple-bottom girl. Julian it was.

I kept fantasizing about finding a bed and breakfast there where we could stay the night but knew that she would never go for that. So, our destination had to be easily doable in a round trip, getting us back to Temecula at a decent hour.

Sunday finally rolled around. I made sure I pulled out all the stops in looking every bit like Aubrey’s biker boy fantasy. Wearing a distressed brown leather jacket, blue jeans and my shiny black helmet, I was ready to claim the only woman I ever wanted on the back of my ride. Charlie Hummer better watch out.

Rather than go to her door, I revved the engine of the bike right in front of her house, prompting her to come outside. The entire neighborhood was now aware of my arrival.

Aubrey came out, and it warmed my heart to see her smiling. She was wearing a short, tight black leather jacket that hugged her tits. Fuck me. Her hair was down, and she wore high black leather boots over her jeans.

As I held out her helmet, my mouth spread into a huge smile. “God, you look fucking hot.”

She covered her mouth in laughter when she looked down at the pink helmet I’d picked out that had the words Biker Princess etched onto the side. “Biker Princess? Did you have this made?”

“No. They had it at the bike shop. How perfect is that? It was fate.”

“What would really be perfect is if yours said Cocky Bastard.” She winked. I was thrilled to see that the version of her that showed up today was feisty Aubrey. My dick was even more thrilled.

“Ready to roll, Princess?”

“Honestly, I’m a little scared. I’ve never been on one of these in my life.”

“You know the feeling you have when you’re riding in a convertible?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, times that by ten. That’s what it’s gonna be like. Fucking awesome, Aubrey.”

She still looked nervous.

“Are you nervous, baby?”

“I can’t help it.”

“Don’t be scared. Just don’t let go of me. That’s the main thing you have to remember.”

Please don’t ever let go of me.

“Believe me. I won’t,” she said.

“Is that a promise?”

She blushed knowing what I was really getting at and ignored the question.

“This is my first time too, you know,” I said.

“What do you mean? You’ve been on a motorcycle plenty of times.”

“Yes, but you’re the first woman that’s ever ridden behind me.”

“Really?”

“Really.” I put the helmet over her head. “Here, let me help you.” Adjusting the strap, I looked into her beautiful eyes, and said, “Now, I’m gonna teach you some things before we leave. I read up on some safety stuff.”

“Alright.” She looked adorable with that huge pink helmet on her head.

I sat on the bike. “Hop on behind me.”

She did as I said.

“Wrap your arms around my waist.”

I stilled for a moment at the feel of them wrapped around me tightly. “See what you’re doing now? Just keep doing it. Hold onto me as tightly you can.”

“Okay.”

I looked behind her. “Now this is very important. When I turn a corner, just relax your body. Don’t lean against the turn. That’s going to be your impulse, but don’t do it. Alright?”

“Alright.”

“The other thing is, it’s going to be hard for us to hear each other unless we really yell. So, if you don’t want to scream and for any reason, you need me to stop, just tap me on the shoulder. But that’s the only time you’re allowed to let go.”

My rules regarding holding on for dear life were a bit of an exaggeration. But I was going to milk the experience of being close to her for all it was worth.

“Let’s get going. Ready?”

She shrugged. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

I cranked the engine, and we took off down some side roads before entering the highway. Aubrey never did let go. Not once. I never imagined how good it would feel to have someone behind me. Well, I suppose it was because it was her behind me. I’d forgotten how much I missed riding too, that feeling of shifting through the gears, the wind hitting my face and the sensory overload. It was the next best thing to sex—a feeling of absolute power. Having to focus intently on the road and everything around me brought about a strange sense of calm.

As much fun as it was, I was all too aware of how careful I needed to be with Aubrey’s life in my hands. Being on a bike makes you overly conscious of your own mortality, particularly when you’re on the freeway. Our route alternated between the highway and open country roads that were surrounded by mountains. Even though the scenery was breathtaking, I missed her beautiful face. I couldn’t wait to see her all wind-burned with her hair messed up.

One of the most fun parts of the ride for me was trying to communicate with Aubrey. She couldn’t really hear what I was saying. So, I’d shout things for the fuck of it that I wished I could say to her.

We were riding along, almost at our destination when I shouted, “I can’t wait till you sit on my face.”

“What’s that?”

“I said, I can’t wait to show you this place.”

Another time it was, “I think we should get married for real.”

“What?”

“Whatever happened to Captain and Tennille?”

When we arrived in Julian, Aubrey looked exactly as I expected she would. Her face was red from the wind, her hair wild. It took everything in me not to smash my lips into hers.

Shaking out her hair, she asked, “What are we doing first?”

I was so fixated on her, the question hadn’t immediately registered. “Huh?”

She repeated, “Where are we going?”

“I heard this place is known for their apple pie. Why don’t we go find some?”

Aubrey chuckled. “We travelled nearly two hours by motorcycle for apple pie?”

“Pretty much, yes.”

“Only you would do that. That’s one of the things I like most about you. Everything can somehow seem like an adventure. Even just getting apple pie.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“It is.” She flashed the sweetest smile. “And I would love nothing more than to have apple pie with you.”

Something had definitely softened her. Maybe it was the ride. That whole experience is very intimate, especially for the passenger, given that you’re putting your life in someone else’s hands. I guess I impressed her.

Score one, Bateman.

Dick…Zero.

We walked to the Julian Café where they boasted the best apple pie in the entire town. The two of us sat in a cozy corner table up against a brick wall. They served us generous slices of warm apples baked with cinnamon into a buttery crust with dollops of vanilla ice cream on top. They weren’t kidding; it was the best I’d ever tasted. At least this day would include something orgasmic.