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BLOOD BOUND
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - Non- Sex.
You may THINK bike rides are full of rowdy women and rampant orgies, but this scene I was playing out at the moment is a rarity. I'd venture to say despite some insistence to the contrary, the vast majority of guys solo at a bike rally remain that way and return home frustrated, with a broken dream of getting some while away. And ladies - most don't really try.
The thing is - as tough as it is to get some strange - it's tougher to make and keep friends with ladies on the road. I prefer the latter. Lance? Now he has a different attitude on things and I'm sure this would be progressing down an alternate path right about now were he here instead of me.
Gayle walked slowly into the house. It was getting colder outside and it felt good to come back inside. Still holding one of my hands, she led ahead of me…far enough that I could admire the view. We strolled right past the living room couch and into the bedroom. I was beginning to wonder if "Not looking to get laid" was clear enough for her, and I lagged a bit further in hesitation at crossing her bedroom threshold. She turned to face me.
"I understood you perfectly" she said, as if reading my mind, and smiled, released my hand, backing up slowly away from me and further into the darkened room. "I have this odd feeling that I think I can trust you to live up to your word." Without severing her gaze into my eyes, she unbuttoned her shorts and stepped out of them, leaving me to wonder if the dark patch that remained was one of the tiniest thongs I'd seen or her natural hairline. I played the gazing game and held her eyes in return, watching in my peripheral vision as she unbuttoned her blouse, shook out of it and said, simply, "I'd like to shower after a hard day at work." She turned and I finally snuck a peek at her stunning behind, this time out of the shorts. "Make yourself comfortable, but I'll warn ya, I sleep naked", she said over her shoulder.
The bed had been turned down and four voluminous pillows beckoned my already weary head. She's right - it had been a hard day. Riding, sun, drinking, watching the sunset - hard work but someone has to do it. As I looked around her room - obviously a female room from all the candles and pillows and stuffed animals - I heard the shower running, toilet flush and shower door reverberate as it slammed shut. Finding some wooden fireplace matches, I set one large candle on the side table, lit it and quickly peeled out of my clothes, left in a heap on the floor. A second small candle was lit, brought into the bathroom and set on the toilet seat. I joined her in the glass shower enclosure, turning out the bathroom light as I closed the door.
Surely you know I wouldn't have started this chapter if I hadn't lived up to my bargains I made with Kim. The line was indeed stretched somewhat. Soapy giggles in the shower, drying each other off and warm bodies curled up in bed make for great memories. Dinner was long forgotten and by the time the sun crept into her second floor windows and illuminated her sleeping face the next morning, I had counted only three hours sleep. We had stayed up, naked in bed under the covers, for hours talking about everything from her job to our cross-country trip and the reasons for it. There was plenty of caressing and kissing, but not a wet spot to be seen…or a dry spot that once was.
Lying in bed next to her, facing each other, my eyes had traveled lengthwise down her sleeping form, admiring the curves and soft folds of skin to the point where it disappeared under the flowery sheets just above her knees. The journey back up was equally as pleasant and I savored every inch, surprised as I found myself looking into her emerald green eyes staring back as I reached her face. Enhanced by the vivid morning light, I paused… not remembering them that green in the bar or on the porch last night. A slow smile spread across her face and white teeth shone between her lips. With the ocean waves crashing on the distant shoreline, an occasional gull squawking from the dunes and the ticking of her bedside analog alarm clock, I couldn't help but relish in the moment. Afraid to say a word and pop the balloon of contentment, I just studied the flecks in her eyes aware of a moment passing between us.
"Where do guys like you come from?"
"Just a southern gentleman, ma'am", I said with an accentuated drawl, and a smile of my own, barely letting the words out to prevent any unnecessary morning breath from screwing up the moment.
"I've never had anyone keep their 'promise' like that before… it was the best non-sex I've ever had!" She said it slowly and with conviction in her words.
But with unbelievably bad timing, the cell phone stuffed in my pants pocket, heaped on the floor under a pile of clothing, rang unceremoniously. It was Lance.
"Wake up! Let's ride!" He was chipper this morning.
I let out a long slow breath unsure if I should speak to him, and he caught onto it.
"Errrr, sounds like I might have interrupted, huh?"
"Well, ol' buddy" said with some emphasis on the last word, "lets just say I'm standing naked over a pile of clothes after fishing out my phone from my pants pockets, and a gorgeous barmaid is scowling at me for leaving her warm bed, to answer your fucking phone call…whaddayouthink?" I looked at Gayle and winked to make sure she knew I was joking around - although I wasn't. God, I hope she's OK with my referring to her as a Barmaid.
There was a moment of silence and then he said quickly, as if granting me one last wish in life, "There's a little bar on the beach called Hammerheads, about 3-4 miles south of…."
"I know it", I interrupted. "That's where I was last night, but it's Sunday morning and they won't be open, dammit - You called me to go drinkin' at seven in the morning?"
"No, man - I'll meet you there and we hafta hit the road - we gotta get to St. Augustine's to meet up with Arianne at 9 and it's getting late…come on!"
That's great - I was workin some magic on Gayle and all he can think of is his next girl in the next city.
I looked aver at Gayle and suddenly had no desire to hit the road whatsoever. But the whole 'ships passing in the night' thing demanded a sail off into the sunrise to be effective. I hung my head and dejectedly said, "Be there in 15 minutes. There's a Ferry crossing the river into Jacksonville not far south of here, and then a straight shot to St. Augustine's … we should make it if we meet in 15 and fly."
She was watching me as I talked, not looking upset, but a little pouty. I was by now sitting on the edge of the bed with my hand on her shoulder caressing mindlessly. I flipped the phone shut and tossed it back on the pile of clothing on the floor, laid down next to her once again and snuggled up real close, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies.
I whispered into her ear from behind, "You know this means we're gonna be friends forever, doncha?" It's true, too… spend the night with a woman, treat her like a lady and live up to your promises (especially when she agrees with the groundrules) and you have a friend for life.
Her response was a low purring that vibrated through her back into my chest. I took it as agreement. I kissed her shoulder as I gave her butt a squeeze, and rolled out of bed, headed for the clothes pile and dressed, watching her watch me, both smiling.
The next five minutes were awkward - exchanging phone numbers, hugs and goodbyes. Ol' Huck was fired up and warmed within ten minutes and I was idling in front of Hammerheads by the promised fifteen, waiting for Lance. I could hear the old panhead rumbling down A1A before I saw him. Looking like an old dishrag, his hair blowing in the breeze, Lance rolled up beside me, silenced his engine and leaned the bike over on its stand and looked at me.
"So, ya got lucky, eh?" He didn't look real good - face ashen and drawn, also in the same clothes he was in the day before and hair dirty and tossed.
"Wasn't any luck involved at all, dude. Was pure skill and seduction." I said, he just nodded as if deep in thought. I added, "You don't look so good."
"Yeah, well - was a tough visit. Momma Jo gets pretty agitated with bad news. I didn't get much sleep last night." We both knew it was because they figured it was a last visit between them - as was all the visits and meets we were about to experience on this journey. He looked over at me, "You either, huh?"
I shifted my weight off the kickstand, righted the bike, and heelkicked the stand to its withdrawn position. "Come on let's go so we can grab something to eat - I missed dinner last night."
"Oh, you could stand to miss a few meals, Muthuh - I'm assuming the reason was worth it." He was right of course, and I was grateful he didn't pry just yet - although I assumed he would.
I silently waved goodbye to Gayle in my mirrors as I fired up and pulled onto A1A southbound, heading for the Ferry across the St. Johns River a few miles south. I passed the 'Thanks for Visiting' sign thinking I'd made another great longtime friend in this world.
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