A Night with Meg

Derek's point of view:

I revved my motorbike as I pulled up in front of Meg's house.

It was a modest bungalow with a white picket fence and a well-manicured lawn.

I pulled off my helmet and shook my hair loose in the air, feeling the wind blowing against my face.

I saw Meg's figure poking through the window, waving and smiling at me.

"You came," she said, looking happy like a kid on Christmas. "Hold up. I'm heading down right now."

I made a tch sound. I wasn't thrilled to be here, but I had to do it. I owed her this date.

I waited as she opened the door.

Meg wore a pair of denim shorts and a white crop top, with no bra.

Her light makeup elevated her pretty face, and she looked good enough to eat.

She pressed a button, and the garage door opened automatically. "You can keep your bike in here. It's safer inside."

I drove my bike into the garage and parked it.

As I came out, Meg was standing in front of me, and the sexual tension between us was palpable.

She curved her lips a