After my kiss on her cheek, she was definitely in an imaginative zone of her own for a few seconds. I snapped my fingers a couple of times in front of her to get her attention and said, “Hey!, you still here?” To which she smiled and replied, “Yeah, I’m sorry.” “It’s just that you’ve changed a lot, and I wasn’t quite sure that you were exactly who you said you were.” “Well, it’s almost been a year since we talked last, and many things can change in a year, Zahira,” I said, taking it as a compliment. “Yeah, I can see that,” she said while returning my pen.
At this point, I was clear: I wanted her. I wanted her badly. But I wasn’t going to be a simp. After all, she was the one who hurt my ego and my feelings of being a loving and caring person. She was the reason I decided to change myself. I agree that the changes were necessary and have improved my overall quality of life, but that insult stuck with me for a long time. All of these thoughts raced through my mind as I spoke to her. I calmed myself down. I was confident that she was impressed by how I had changed and how I looked now. So I didn’t try to chase her madly.
Our discussion ended there, and I said to her that I was leaving for my apartment. We walked together to the parking lot while making small talk, and then I said to her, “Yup, that’s me, and there’s my bike (a CBR 650R).” We said our goodbyes, and I said, “See you in the next class,” and I headed for home. She walked herself to her place. I received her follow request on the same night, which I accepted and reverted back to her. Time went by; she got to know me well by this time, and even I got to know a few things about her. She also started to sit next to me when we shared the same class times.
One afternoon, while we were attending our final class, Zahira was a bit late. She got in and sat beside me in the seat that I had saved for her. She was wearing a black crop top and a white skirt that barely reached her knees. By no means was she a small girl; she wasn’t a 5ft girl with a petite figure. She was tall, standing at around 5’8”, and was skinny with a nice curvy ass and oh, such full breasts! Idk, if it was her bra or something, but I had fantasized about her boobs several times until then.
I observed there was a bit of a limp in her walk and saw the elastic bandage wrapped around her right ankle. The class ended, and we were headed towards the parking lot as usual, which was a five-minute walk. As we reached the stairs, she put her hand on my shoulder to get some support. I understood that and gave her some assistance by wrapping my left hand around her waist and held her tightly till we reached down.
She thanked me, and I offered to hold her until we reached the parking lot. She said, “Yes, please,” in a nervous and a bit painful voice. I asked her, “Um, so what happened there?” and “Did you twist it or something?” to which she replied, “Yeah, I twisted my ankle getting down from the stairs this morning.” “You seem to be in some pain,” I said. She said, “Yes, it was quite painful,” and that she didn’t have time to get painkillers from the pharmacy.
By this time we had reached the parking lot, and as I was about to hop on my bike, I heard her say, “Could you take me there?” to the pharmacy. “It’s close to your apartment.” I was already feeling bad about not offering to drop her off at her place, so I said, “Yeah, sure, I’ll take you there.” She somehow manages to hop onto the bike, and after a short ride, we reach the pharmacy and pick up her pills.
I noticed that the compression wrap on her ankle was coming off, as she had lost the pins that kept it tied. I had an extra wrap at my place, and I lived alone, so I offered if she wanted to change it, and she could even take the painkillers at my place.
She didn’t mind the idea, and as I was reaching for my bike, she requested, “Can you please help me get on the seat?” (Tbh, the back seat was a little high.) I put my right hand around her waist and told her to lift her right leg up and around the seat. While she did that and was trying to climb onto the seat, my hold on her went a bit loose (I was wearing gloves) and my arm slipped from her waist and somehow grazed her right boob while she managed to get on the seat.
I was a bit embarrassed, which she couldn’t see because of the helmet, and I said, “sorry for that.” She laughed it off, saying that it was nothing, and said, “They are soft, aren’t they?” with a smirk on her face. I laughed it off as well, saying, “Sure they are,” and we were on our way to my place.During the ride, she wrapped her arms around my torso and hugged me from behind.
My eyes widened as I could feel her full boobs, chest, and body against my back. I was really turned on by this and said to myself, “Well, that’s something off my bucket list.” One of the things that every biker fantasizes about.
We reach my place, and I help her get off. I open the door and invite her in!
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PART-1 is on my profile.
Hello, this is the end of part-2. I know it’s taking a bit longer to reach the main part but I promise you all it will be in the next part, i.e. part-3.
The story has taken its shape now. And I’ll try my best to make it hot, a little noncon, and worth getting aroused by it.
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