I had no idea what she planned on but I was sure she had something devious in store. Bella was made for trouble and I had a feeling she wanted to bring me down with her. Not that I minded one bit. As long as I got to put my lips on her again, I’d do just about anything. Bella had reminded me to dress casual before I showed up at her place to pick her up. Charlie wasn’t home and Bella came bouncing out of the house, all curls and cleavage. The outfit she wore had me throbbing, my cock spitting with excitement as I watched the way her tits bounced in her shirt. She wore a black frilly top with white polka dots on it. For bottoms she had on a pair of black skinny leg jeans. On her feet were a pair of red jeweled flats that reminded me of Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.
“Ready to have some fun?” she asked.
“Sure am,” I answered as I went to open her door.
“Oh, uh, don't think so buddy. This is my date and it’s a surprise. Put this on and get on,” Bella stated saucily as she handed me a flat black half helmet.
I wasn't sure how she thought that thing would protect my brain. It looked like a bowl that would cradle my brains if we laid the bike down. I buckled it under my chin and Bella's eyes smoldered before she hopped on. I slid on behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Don't worry about ridin' bitch, all the guys I've been with have been on the back," she snickered.
I groaned, thoroughly hating the term "riding bitch". The engine was loud so we had little conversation before Bella pulled up into the school parking lot. I wasn't sure what the hell we were doing there but I decided I'd put my trust in Satan's Mistress and hope she wasn't taking me on a one way trip to hell.
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