The Babe Bike Blues
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Dinner was Italian. They were not dressed like the other customers in
the upscale bistro, but neither cared. They were put in a booth right
by the kitchen door, but didn't care about that either. There was
little talk while they ate. Bob told her what he'd learned
about her parents' treatment. She was subdued.
When they got to the rooms, her listlessness evaporated like magic when
she realized he'd gotten her her own room.
"I'm n-n-not stay-y-ying in h-h-here al-l-lone!" she said loudly.
"It's for the best, baby," he pleaded.
"W-w-why?" she almost shouted.
Bob groaned. He knew this girl and he knew how stubborn she
could be when she got fired up. He didn't need her getting fired up,
but he also didn't need anything else to happen between them.
"Look, sweetie, I love you. You know that. So I just want you to trust
me when I tell you it's better if we're not staying in the same room. I
mean you need your privacy sometimes, and I keep forgetting to tell you
when I'm coming out of the bathroom and stuff like that. And
I'll be right next door to you if you need me, or want to talk or
something. Please give it a try. I'm sure it will be more
comfortable for both of us."
Jennifer lay in bed, staring at the TV set. She wasn't interested in
anything that was on. She wasn't quite so worried about her parents
anymore. They looked horrible, but they were breathing and everybody
seemed to think they'd be all right. She knew it would take a long time
for them to get better, and that she'd have to help a lot, but she
didn't care about that. They were alive and they'd be OK.
Her mind was currently working furiously on something else anyway.
At first she'd been hurt that Bob wouldn't let her stay in his room. It
was tempting to think that he didn't want to be around her, but she
knew that wasn't true. She knew he loved her. That was the
problem. She loved him, too, and she wanted to be around him. So why
was he acting this way?
She didn't buy all that privacy crap. Sure there had been a
few accidents, where he saw things he wasn't supposed to see. Except
that she didn't really care if he saw them. That gave her
pause for thought too. She was quite sure that if any OTHER
man had seen between her legs like that, that she would have been
mortified. But she wasn't...when it was Bob. She was sure
that was because she loved him so much. She was also sure he'd liked
seeing her like that. She'd seen it in his face. She might not have
much experience with men, but the look on his face that morning had
So why was he making her stay in her own room?
She looked at the door in the wall. Bob was on the other side of it. It
didn't have a slot for her card. It took a regular key to open it. He'd
said she could still talk to him if she needed to, but he hadn't
unlocked that door. She couldn't understand why he'd put that barrier
She lay there, replaying in her mind what had happened during the past
twenty-four hours. He'd caught her watching that movie. She knew he'd
seen her hand in her panties. That had been embarrassing and scary, but
he hadn't punished her — he'd hugged her.
They'd slept together. She knew that wasn't what people meant when they
said someone was sleeping with someone else, but those people didn't
understand how important this man was to her. She would have gone crazy
without him if she'd had to do all this by herself.
She remembered her dream. She remembered waking up and seeing Uncle Bob
standing there with his penis big and long and hard in his
underwear. She hadn't had time to think about what that
meant...until now. What DID that mean?
She reviewed what she knew about penises. Most of it, quite honestly,
came from Bambi Bangs Baltimore. A penis was soft, at first, until a
man wanted to have sex. Then a woman played with it and it got hard.
Then they had sex for a long time, changing positions several times,
probably because it was uncomfortable or something, and eventually the
penis squirted and got soft again.
She blinked. Who had played with Bob's penis to get it all hard like
that? And he hadn’t had sex with anybody, but when he came
out of the bathroom, it had been soft again. Except that when he saw
her pussy, it started to get hard again.
She closed her eyes and remembered the look of that long, thick line in
his underwear. He HAD been hard. She was sure of that. But if
he was hard that meant he wanted to have sex, and there was nobody in
the room to have sex with...
Her eyes popped open and she stopped breathing. SHE had been
the only woman in the room! Uncle Bob had wanted to have sex
In the room next door, Bob was also lying on the bed with the TV on.
He'd gotten into bed with the idea of letting the TV lull him to sleep.
He had flipped through the channels until he hit a public TV station
that was showing a documentary on the D-Day invasion of
Normandy. He let himself get caught up in the images of
thousands of planes, ships and men all rushing hell bent into the kind
of danger he understood. Or thought he'd understood. He was
appalled at the images of men trying to land under withering fire, and
amazed at the bravery of those who kept moving forward while others
dropped all around them. His heartbeat increased to twice its normal
rate as the pictures and the voice of the narrator mesmerized him.
It was for that reason, and perhaps because the TV was providing the
only light in the room, that he didn't see the door connecting his room
to Jennifer's swing open. It wasn't until she tossed her pillow onto
the bed beside him that he was aware he wasn't alone. That pillow
landing beside him also startled him so much he jerked and yelped. He
looked up to see Jennifer standing beside the bed. She had on the same
long T shirt she'd worn the night before.
"Shit, Jen!" he barked. "You scared the crap out of me!" He blinked.
"How did you get in here?"
She turned and pointed at the connecting door, which was standing open
"I w-w-went to th-th-the d-d-desk and g-g-got the k-k-key."
She seemed subdued, somehow. She was standing with her arms at her
sides, almost stiffly.
"Why didn't you just come knock on my door?" he asked.
"B-b-because I was in-n-n my n-n-night g-g-gown," she said.
Bob was unsettled enough that he missed the fact that if she wasn't
willing to go in the hallway in her "nightgown," she surely hadn't gone
down to get the key to the connecting door in it, which meant she could
have knocked then. All he thought about was that she had appeared so
"Is anything wrong?"
"I d-d-don't know," she said. "M-m-maybe."
He started to sit up and then remembered that one of the benefits of
having separate rooms was that he could sleep like he usually
slept...nude. He thought better of letting the covers drop
from his chest to his lap by sitting up.
"You want to talk about it?" he asked, not sure of anything else to say.
"OK," he said. "Turn on a light and I'll turn the TV off and we'll
"C-c-can we l-l-leave the l-l-lights off?" she asked.
That puzzled Bob, initially, until he remembered some of the things
they'd "talked" about recently...things that could embarrass her.
"Sure," he said. His natural reaction was to press the red button on
the remote and the room suddenly went pitch black. He patted the bed
beside him and said, "You can sit here, by me."
He was completely unprepared when, instead of sitting beside him, she
lifted the covers, like she had the night before, and slid in next to
him. She didn't hug him, as she had before. She lay on her back beside
him, in fact, and only her elbow and hip touched him.
"Um, Jen!" he said softly. "I'm not exactly dressed."
"Y-y-you weren't d-d-dressed last n-n-night either," she replied.
"Well, I'm even less dressed tonight," he said. "That's part of that
privacy I was talking about. That's how I usually sleep."
She was quiet for long enough that Bob got nervous. Her voice sounded
different tonight. He couldn't put his finger on exactly how it was
different, but he knew it was. Maybe she was still upset about him
making her stay in her own room. Except that she wasn't in her own
room. She was in his room. And he wasn't prepared for her to be there.
"I'll get up and put something on," he said.
"I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
It was quiet again for what seemed like ten minutes, but was really
only forty-five seconds. During that time, though, Bob's brain
reflected on the fact that she knew he was naked, and didn't care. She
hadn't gotten out of the bed. She hadn't rolled away from him. He felt
himself get erect in what seemed like record time and that scared him.
He needed to get this girl out of his bed. The only way he could think
of was getting her to talk out whatever was on her mind, so he could
tell her to go back to her room.
"So...you said you wanted to talk about something," Bob prodded.
Another fifteen seconds of silence got him worried, and then she spoke.
"Y-y-you said w-w-we c-c-could t-t-talk about an-n-nything...right?"
Bob felt something like fear begin to nibble at his consciousness. A
true warrior knows that fear is not a sign of weakness. It's a natural
reaction to a dangerous situation. But fear creates energy.
One of the things a true warrior learns is how to channel that energy
into something that could, hopefully, be used to lessen the danger. In
this case, the danger was something that sounded entirely too
open-ended to Bob.
"I did," he admitted, carefully. It was quiet for another fifteen
"I h-h-have a p-p-prob-b-blem," she finally said.
"OK," he said noncommittally.
"It's...um...th-th-this," she said.
"This." Bob was confused.
"This," Bob said again. His confusion was apparent.
"B-b-being in b-b-bed with y-y-you," she explained.
Bob just said what came into his mind. "I can understand that," he
said. "That's why I got you your own room."
"N-n-no," she said, sounding patient. "Wh-wh-when I w-w-was in b-b-bed
with y-y-you last n-n-night..." She moved her arms and legs before she
went on. "I...I...I l-l-liked it."
Bob's mind viewed that comment from several directions at once. He
could understand, on an innocent level, how it's nice to be cozy in a
warm bed with another person. He remembered, however, her pussy rubbing
on his thigh and her hand resting on his prick, neither of which was on
the innocent side of the equation. And that led him to think about how
much HE had enjoyed being in bed with her, too, even though he was not
proud of what he'd been thinking about while he enjoyed it.
He was not proud that his stiff prick was jerking around under the
sheet right now either.
His problem was that he wasn't sure how many ways SHE was looking at
this. It was more difficult than he thought it should be, but he took
the high road and decided to let HER figure things out.
"Do you know why you liked it?"
"I th-th-think so," she said softly.
"Because it makes you feel safe," he suggested hopefully.
She was quiet for a long time and then she finally spoke.
"I d-d-don't think th-th-that's it."
The feeling of danger got stronger. It was like he could almost smell
danger, somehow. He didn't know what to do now. He couldn't think of
any other innocent reasons she'd want to sleep in the same bed with
him, particularly in light of her recent experimentation with things
sexual. He felt precum seep through the shaft of his penis and almost
said, "Behave yourself!" out loud.
"Then why?" he finally asked, for lack of anything else to say.
She moved and with the beginnings of his night vision he could see that
she'd rolled to face him.
"It m-m-makes me...um...ho-ho-horny," she said.
Bob almost groaned, but managed to speak more or less normally.
"That's not a good thing, honey."
"B-b-but I l-l-like being ho-ho-horny," she moaned. "I l-l-love
b-b-being on the b-b-bike now. I think I'm ad-d-dicted t-t-to it."
"You're not addicted," he said gently. "Yes, it feels good, and yes,
it's fun to feel that way, but it's dangerous, too, especially when
you're with me."
"B-b-but why?" she asked, her voice rising. "Y-y-you'd n-n-never
"No," he said firmly. "Not on purpose. But, baby, you don't understand.
I feel things, too."
"Wh-wh-what k-k-kind of things?" He could hear the curiosity in her
"Never mind that," he said, trying to avoid the issue. "The point is
that when you're in bed with a man, ESPECIALLY when neither of you is
fully dressed...well, things can happen. It's not on purpose or
anything, but...like...if I was having a dream or something, I might do
something to you...thinking it was part of the dream."
"L-l-like wh-wh-what?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said miserably. "Like touch you or something."
"I d-d-don't m-m-mind if you t-t-touch me," she said. "Y-y-you
t-t-touched me last n-n-night."
"That's not what I mean," he said, feeling completely incapable of
having this conversation without scaring her half to death. "What if
I...um...well, say I rolled over and put my hand on your breast or
It was very quiet and he was afraid he'd been too graphic.
"In y-y-your d-d-dream?" she asked.
"Well of course in my dream," he said. He wanted to get out of the bed
and pace. Nervous energy was making him jumpy. The image of him
stalking around with his unruly prick leading the way kept him firmly
under the covers.
"I'd j-j-just w-w-wake you up," she said.
In Bob's defense, it must be noted that he was clearly in over his
head. In any other situation like this, he'd be trying to talk the
woman INTO sleeping with him, rather than trying to talk her out of it.
His lack of experience in trying to do what he thought of as "the right
thing" in this case, came into play.
"But you just said that sleeping with me makes you horny!"
"It d-d-does," she agreed.
"Then what if you decided you liked having my hand on your breast?"
"Th-th-then I w-w-wouldn't w-w-ake you up," she said reasonably.
"That's what I'm talking about, Jen!" he moaned, his thoughts
fragmented. "You're not the only one who gets horny when we're in bed
together. You were practically naked last night! I didn't know it then,
but if I HAD, that boner I got would have lasted all night long!" He
stopped suddenly. "Shit!" he said explosively. He hadn't meant to say
anything about boners.
"Y-y-you g-g-got a b-b-boner?" Her voice was high.
"No," he said instinctively. "I don't know why I said that. I did NOT
get a boner for you, Jen."
She moved again, toward the headboard, and he didn't understand what
she was doing, until the light above the headboard blazed on as she
turned a knob. He covered his eyes. It was silent while he let his eyes
adjust by letting more and more light in through his fingers, until he
could look at her. She was sitting up, looking down at him. He couldn't
control his eyes and they dropped to see her nipples spiked, poking
through her T shirt. He jerked his eyes away.
"D-d-don't lie t-t-to m-m-me," she said, her voice firm. "I'm
t-t-trying t-t-to und-d-derstand th-th-this, and I c-c-can't if y-y-you
l-l-lie to m-m-me."
He left his fingers over his eyes.
"I can't just tell you I got a hardon for you," he moaned. He certainly
couldn't tell her he had one at that very moment, and that it had
developed as soon as she’d gotten in bed with him.
"Wh-wh-why n-n-not?" she asked.
"Because you're Jennifer!" he yelped. "You're my best friend's
daughter. You're just a kid! It's wrong for me to want to do things to
you! I feel bad enough already for what happened on the bike and..."
"STOP!" she yelled.
He did, and peeked through his fingers at her. She looked angry.
"I'm n-n-not a child," she said, with as much dignity as she could. "I
l-l-like how I f-f-feel wh-wh-when I s-s-sleep with y-y-you. I
d-d-don't w-w-want t-t-to s-s-sleep alone! I'm n-n-not asking y-y-you
t-t-to have s-s-sex with me!"
"Jeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnn," he moaned. "Don't you get it? I'm afraid I won't
be able to CONTROL myself!"
"B-b-bullshit!" she snapped.
He snapped, too. He was whipping the covers off of them both before he
could stop himself. Then, when he realized how much he was fucking up,
he got mad. It was the anger that made him speak the words he did then.
"It's NOT bullshit!" he growled as his stiff penis came into view. "See
what you do to me, Jen? SEE!?"
It was about then that it registered in his mind that she was sitting
Indian style. She had done that after turning on the light, and the
covers had been around her waist. They weren't now, and the fact that,
once again, she wasn't wearing any panties, became painfully clear to
both of them.
Jen blinked, staring at his erection, and moved one hand, almost
unconsciously, to shield her sex. All that did was bring her hand into
contact with her pussy, though, as she suddenly understood something
for the first time in her life. What she understood was that the man
she got horny for was horny for her too. That sounds simple
to most of us. But Jennifer had never been in love at the same time she
was in lust and she realized, quite clearly in this instant, that that
was what was going on here.
Her hand pushed, putting pressure on her pussy now, instead of
protecting it. Quite suddenly, Jennifer Brazelton wasn't at all sure
she WANTED to protect her pussy.
Oddly enough, the fact that Jennifer had gotten into bed with him with
no panties on—again—had almost the opposite effect
Bob had plenty of experience with predatory women. He was, especially
without his bushy beard, quite appealing to a lot of women. Some of
them had plans for Bob Jefferson that he wasn't interested in. Usually
the plans involved marriage, or revenge against a man who had hurt the
woman. In such cases Bob's libido raised a defense that left him
completely in control of his manhood. His thought processes just
naturally interpreted Jennifer's actions as an attempt to TRY to get
him to fuck her.
That didn't last long, because his rational mind laughed at that idea
almost immediately, but it lasted long enough that he wrested control
from his gonads and began to think clearly again. He viewed
this situation as a somewhat thorny educational opportunity now, and
the warrior in him began to use all that energy surging through his
body to that end.
"I'm sorry," he said, pulling the covers back over his hips. "That's a
very good example of how a man can sometimes do something he wouldn't
do if he was thinking more clearly." He moved more of the bedspread to
cover Jennifer's hand. She didn't remove it from between her legs,
though. Her lower jaw was sagging open a bit and she looked a little
"The fact is, honey, that you're a very beautiful and desirable young
woman, and I'd bet almost any man would react like I did. That's why
you need to be careful about getting into situations that can get out
of control. That's why I got you your own room. I knew I was attracted
to you, and I suspected that all these new feelings were playing havoc
with your own emotions. I got you your own room so that we wouldn't
have to worry about anything happening that we'd regret. I love you too
much to ruin what we have together."
As so often happens when a man says something to a woman, it was like
so much errant wind wafting around in the motel room. It's not really
accurate to say she didn't hear a word he said. What's closer to the
truth is that all his words did was fuel the flame that had burst into
existence inside Jennifer.
Jennifer was finally caught up in that storm of hormones that all
teenage women get embroiled in sooner or later. And, as any
meteorologist will tell you, storm systems are complicated and
unpredictable. In the usual circumstances, the girl is with a
boy who she likes, but doesn't know all that well. It's a little easier
to put on the brakes in that situation, though sometimes those brakes
In this case, though, Jennifer was with a man she knew quite well and
already loved. Her emotions fired, like the starter gun at the
beginning of the hundred yard dash, signaling "GO!" And, as
happens in a storm, the wind of her passions whipped some of his words
away, while leaving others. What Jennifer heard Bob saying
was something like this: "Baby, I love you. You're gorgeous and I'm hot
for you. See how hot I am for you? I want you so much I'm out of
The memory of that thick stalk she'd gotten a glimpse of wasn't at all
scary. Her education told her what it was for and that things
like she'd just seen had been used for their intended purpose for
millions of years. People had sex all the time and were rumored to love
it. Bob wanted to have sex with her and, quite suddenly, she wanted to
have sex with Bob.
To be fair to Jennifer, it wasn't like she just wanted to have
sex. Had any other man been there, it would have been
completely different. But it was Bob who was there...the man she had
adored for years...the man she'd had her arms wrapped around as she had
dozens of orgasms in the last two days...the man she knew she loved,
and who she knew loved her.
At the same time, she knew, subconsciously, that she couldn't just
"have sex with Bob." She didn't know HOW to have sex, and at
least a little of his resistance had registered in her mind.
So the goal now was to stay here, in this bed, with this naked man, so
that exciting things could be allowed to happen.
She reached for the hem of her T shirt and pulled quickly, dragging it
up and over her head. She shook her hair out automatically as the shirt
tousled it. Her eyes watched Bob's face. She saw
his jaw drop. She saw his eyes widen. She saw him stop breathing.
Before he could say anything, she reached for the light switch again,
returning the room to darkness.
Then she burrowed under the covers, crawling half on top of
him. The heat of his skin was like fire as she rubbed her
naked breasts against his chest and shoulder. Her nipples felt like
they might explode, like popcorn. She threw one leg over him and ground
her pussy into the hard muscle of his thigh. Her lips sought
not for his cheek this time, but for his mouth. She felt giddy relief
as she found it wasn't hanging open any more, which let her push
against soft, yielding flesh, instead of kissing his teeth. She hoped
she was doing this right. She'd never kissed a man before. Not on the
What she felt, in a general all over sense, at this moment, was the
perfection of being naked with the man she loved...of feeling his skin
caressing hers, and of being so horny that she thought she might die
Bob, of course, viewed things from a slightly different perspective.
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