Pavement

Devin

I swerve my bike sure not to hit the massive pile of horse shit in the road or the loose gravel along the other side. I tighten my hand on the trottle as the speedometer hit's ninety-five. I love my bike. My bike is my pride and joy, a bike I would spend thirty thousand on all over again. I worked hard to get me my dream Kawasaki Ninja 636. Mustard yellow with black fairing's. I speed past the small mom and pops shop onto the main road.

My triceps tighten as I adjust myself on my seat. A bug commits suicide on my helmet visor. "Fucking bug." I growl. My voice deep and grisley. I loosen the throttle alittle bit and whip past bean feilds. The sound of the motor echoes off the bean stalks.

I look down at my watch.  Eight o' two. The sun has been setting for a bit now. That's the only thing I like about the end of August and the beginning of september, even though September is my favorite month because all those cum dumpster racoons are headed back to school so I can stand out side and clean my bike without a shirt on. I don't have to worry about some Karen yelling at their kids across the street sitting in her lawn chair drooling over me acting like I can't see the lust in their eyes. I've had only a few women. Alot of women assume because of my looks that I just plow through women like crazy. I may be an asshole but I know how to treat a women. I look to the left at a corn field. Barely even grew. I shake my head. Sometimes I wonder what being a farmer is like.

I would love to bend the farmers daughter over a stack of hay and just thrust myself inside of her a few times just to say I did it. But then I'll be asked why I'm not leaving. Females these day's are on some other type of shit. Popping out kids from four different dads, going to the club for a one night stand. So many things and they wonder why good men have gone, well semi- extinct. Truth is we good men don't like hoes. Well let me rephrase that, we want them to be hoes for us, not other people.

I look through my bug killing visor and notice a bunch of smoke billowing out of something parked on the side of the road. I pull back on my throttle as the speedometer reaches eighty. The sound of my bike whipping past the bean stalks gives me adrenaline. I pull back alittle more, ninety.

I slow my bike down as I approach the smoke. A women dressed like she's going somewhere special stands by the Jeep. She throws something across the road and another item follows. "Is this women crazy?" I whisper to myself.

The smoke starts to fade from the hood. When it completely clears the women is revealed. Her shoulder length brown curly hair sits neatly on her chest and shoulders slightly blowing in the wind. Her brown eyes full. Like a deer in the headlights. Her lips a perfect shade of natural red. Her outfit more prominent she must be important. The outfit snug against her curves and her breasts filled out perfect. They must be double D's. Her hips wide for birthing children she's got a pear shape to her. Her thighs juicy, but shes barefoot. I look to the side of the road where I saw her toss something. I scoff a bit in amusement. Her shoes. I slow my bike to a stop and adjust my dick in my pants to prevent it from being noticed.  I kick kick stand down and walk to her. She backs up a few steps.

"Don't come closer. Who are you?" She asks. I pull my helmet off where my hair a bit long but then again I havn't had time to trim because I've been working droops over to the side. My triceps tighten and loosen with each movement I make.

"My names Devin. I see you have an issue." I nod towards the Jeep.
"Well yeah, didn't you see the smoke." She hisses.
"How could I not see the smoke darlin'. What'd you do?" I reply walking closer to the jeep. I watch her back up more. "If you keep backing up out of sight, and a coyote runs out of that bean field, I won't be able to get to you in time."

The women speed walks to the front where I am.

"I have no clue. I looked at the time, my GPS, my phone, and I got pissy and floored the gas and boom. Smoke." The words fall from her lips like a melody.