Spicy Desires: Love on Two Wheels and a Plate

Truth or drink part 1

Finally, the workday was over.
I walk outside and see Brett leaning against his bike.

"Do you still want to go to the lake?" he asked me, arching his brow and sliding his phone into his pocket.

"Yes, sure, I just have to stop at a gas station to fuel up. I was practically getting here on fumes," I say with a light laugh. I was tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

He smiles at me. His dimples are showing. "Well, I'll follow you there; I gotta fuel up myself," he says, getting on his bike.

"I just wanted to say thank you for today. Inviting me was nice of you," I say, knocking on my door.

"It's not a problem; honestly, I believe it would have been rude not to." He speaks with a voice as soft as silk. As he slides his helmet on and secures the straps, his visor still up, his two-colored eyes are visible in the flickering light of the sunset.

As I sit in my car, I can't help but think, "I've never seen this before." I finally get in, turn the key, and buckle up. The click of the seatbelt fills the air, breaking the silence.

I start to head to the closest gas station, pulling in parking and turning my car off. I see Brett pulling in and fueling up.

I walk inside and hand the cashier 30 dollars.

"Pump 5, please," I say with a small smile.

I turn around and see Brett pumping my gas.

"While I appreciate the gesture, you didn't have to do that," I say, walking up to him.

His helmet was off.
"Oh, I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to. My dad would smack me upside the head if he knew I let you do that," he says, running his hand through his hair.
I can finally see that his form is no longer covered by an apron.

He was very fit and muscular.
It was intimidating in a way.
"My dad always told me to respect women, so that's what I'm doing." He says pulling the fuel nozzle is for my car. Reattaching the gas cap and closing it.

"Do you know how to get to the lake?" He asked, climbing back onto his bike.

I shake my head no.
He was sliding on his helmet but stopped.

"Princess, use your words. I am not a mind reader." He teased.

His calling me princess caught me off guard. I'm not going to lie. I actually kind of liked it.

He arches his brow, waiting for my response.

"No, I don't," I say clearing my throat.

"Good girl." He whispers, almost undetectable to my ears. I wouldn't have heard it had I not been staring at him so intently. "Follow me then." He says he is finally slipping on his helmet.

I get in the car yet again. Starting it and putting it in the car, waiting for him to drive.

He turns around, staring at me.

He makes a seat belt gesture dramatically.

I quickly clicked my seat belt. Gulping my spit, I am increasingly becoming more nervous.

He starts to drive, and I take my foot off the pedal once he is a safe distance away.
I turn my music on, softly singing to myself.

I follow him. I hope not to die or something.
I laugh to myself.

Eventually, I saw the lake and a few cars.
Brett pulls in and turns off his bike, kicking out the kickstand. He takes off his helmet and runs his hand through his hair, making it less crazy.

I park a couple of spaces away.
I turn if my car is sitting there for a minute.
Unbuckling my hand trembles from nerves.

I sit there watching the small group of people, a couple of whom I've never seen before.
Until there was a knock on my window, startling me.

I jump slightly. I put my hand over my heart.
Opening my door.

"Jesus Christ, you scared me," I say with a laugh.

Closing my door. I slide my keys into my pocket.

"Come on, it's rude to stare." He says with a smile, gesturing with his head, for me to follow.

I follow him to the group of people. The smell of the lake hit my nose as we approached the small group of people.

"Allison!" a girl says slightly loudly as she drinks from her beer.

"Becca," I say with a smile.

Everyone is sitting on logs that make a circle.

"What's everyone doing?" I ask, sitting down.

"Never have I ever..." A guy says this quickly before turning to Becca.
"Okay, Becca, never have I ever been attracted to the same sex.
She laughs when taking a drink. "You got me."

Brett grabs a beer from the cooler. He sits down.

Brett looks at the guy. "Mark, never have I ever been catfished." He says it with a smirk.

Mark glares at him and takes a swig of beer.

This other girl goes, "Breton, never have I ever gotten any piercings." She smirks

Brett rolls his eyes. "You got me, Emily." Taking a swig of beer, she laughs.

This other girl, lol, says the last guy, whose name I don't know. "Jack, never have I ever lied about my body count." Jack scoffs and takes a swig.

Then Jack looks around.
"What's your name?" He asks
"Oh, uh, Allison I prefer Ali," I replied awkwardly, not expecting to be called on.

"Why don't you get a drink?" Becca asked.

"Is anyone planning on calling on me?" I asked the group.

"Well, I wouldn't have asked your name if I didn't plan on calling on you," Jack replied.

I reach down into the cooler, the ice surrounding my hand.

I twist the cup as the sound fills the air, and I drop it into the small container everyone else is in.

"So Ali, never have I ever fucked a guy." He asked me, looking at me.

I don't drink.

I looked around, and all the faces seemed shocked.

Mark says "I would have never pegged you for a lesbian with a laugh. Looking at the last unnamed girl, "Sarah, never have I ever fucked in the back of my car."

Sarah rolls her eyes and drinks.

Brett looks at me. "Never have I kissed someone of my same sex." He looks at me carefully.

"Does your mom count?" I ask him quietly.

He makes an even more shocked face.