Her Inner Goddess

Chapter 2: His Confession

I can't believe this! Did he just ask me on a date?! We barely even know each other. Maybe this isn't a date at all? Maybe he is just being nice. Why would someone like him ask someone like me out?

"Well, what's it gonna be princess?"

"Oh, I'm sorry! I umm... Why are you asking me out? We don't even know each other."

"Ain't that the whole point of asking someone out is to get to know them better?"

I mean he does have a good point. Maybe I should just say yes, he seems like a nice guy, what harm could it do to go on one date.

"I would love to go to dinner Luca!"

"Okay great, I have to run to the restroom real quick but I will meet you outside when you get done locking up."

He comes up to me and brushes his fingers across my lips and smirks.

"I suggest you don't take to long. I can be a bit impatient."

And with that he leaves. What am I doing?! Honestly, I don't even want to go out to dinner. I just want him to take me right here and now on my desk. To pull up my skirt around my waist, pull my panties to the side, and fuck my pussy like it's the last time.

I start to feel my pussy get a little heartbeat and I squeeze my legs together to try and calm myself down. I slowly make my way to my desk and gather up my things. Making sure to shutdown my computer and lock the door behind me. I head towards the exit and I make sure all the lights are off and the doors are locked behind me.

As I make my way outside, I see a motorcycle waiting in the parking lot. I can tell it is a Harley Davidson Fat Boy 114. It is one of my favorite bikes! And it is all blacked out. I wonder if this is Luca's?
"You like what you see?"

"Where the fuck did you come from?"

"Heh, sorry. I was on the other side of the building on the phone. I did not want to seem rude. Are you ready to ride?"

He hops on his bike and offers me a helmet. I reluctantly take it, put it on, and hop on the back of the bike.

"You better hold on tight baby girl; I've been known to ride pretty hard."

And with that he speeds off into the night. I wrap my hands around his waist and watch as the world passes us by. It has been years since I have ridden on the back of bike. When I was younger, my mom used to ride bikes every weekend. After I finally was old enough, she would let me accompany her to bike rally's and on her weekend rides. The feeling of the wind against my face, makes me feel invincible. Like no harm could ever come to me on the back of a bike.

I am pulled from my thoughts when I feel the bike come to an abrupt halt.

"Well, here we are. I've heard of this place but haven't had the chance to come. All my buddies say they have great food here."

I hop off the back of his bike and set the helmet down on the pad. He takes his helmet off, gets off the bike, and places the helmet on the handlebars.

"I must say, I didn't peg you as someone who knew how to ride."

"Oh so you pegged me as one of those high maintenance girls am I right?"