I smile and give her a kiss. "You never stop, do you?"
"I told you I like being active."
"I know, but sometimes you need to rest. Why don't we keep it low-key tomorrow? Maybe take a walk somewhere."
"I guess we could do that."
"We could go to one of the parks downtown. They're having concerts there for the holiday. Speaking of that, you want to come over on Monday? My dad and I are cooking out. My brothers are out of town so it's just my dad and me."
"I should probably spend the day getting ready for class."
"What's there to get ready? Don't you just show up there on Tuesday?"
She laughs. "Yeah. I guess I don't really need to get ready. But I don't want to interrupt your family time."
"You're not interrupting anything. And if that's what you were worried about, then just tell me that. You don't have to make up an excuse. Be direct, remember?"
"It's not always that easy to do." She drinks her water.
"Sure it is. Just tell me what you're thinking. It's as easy as that."
She turns to me. "So what are you thinking right now?"
"About how hot you look." It's true. She isn't wearing much and I can't stop looking at her. That tight little body, those sexy curves, and her skin is smooth and soft with a deep tan.
"I'm all sweaty," she says, wiping her forehead. "I don't look hot."
I cup her chin and look in her eyes. "Trust me. You look hot."
She kisses me. "Ready to head back?"
"Just let me finish my water." As I gulp it down, I hear someone saying my name. I look over and see a girl walking toward me with a guy just behind her. The girl looks familiar. A tall blonde with long legs, a pretty face, and breasts that are too big and perky to be real. She has on one of those tight cycling shirts in a bright pink color and black bike shorts.
"Austin." She comes up to me, smiling, and takes her helmet off.
It's Lauren. We went out last spring. It was only for a few weeks, but we had a lot of sex in those weeks. Like A LOT. That's all she wanted to do, so what the hell? I wasn't going to say no. The girl is hot. I tried taking her on dates, but when I'd go to pick her up, we'd never make it out of her apartment.
I get up from the bench. "Hey, Lauren, how's it going?"
"Great. How have you been?"
"Good." Kira is now standing beside me and I motion to her. "This is my girlfriend, Kira."
Kira gives her a wave.
Lauren glances at her, then points to the guy she's with. "This is Brian. My brother."
"Hey." He gives me a nod.
Lauren smiles at me. "Maybe we could meet for coffee and catch up. I'd love to see you again."
I don't know why girls do this. Why they flirt with a guy in front of his girlfriend. Are they just trying to stir up trouble?
I take Kira's hand. "We've gotta get going, but enjoy the rest of your ride."
"Come on," her brother says.
Lauren puts her helmet on. "I'm sure I'll see you at the bar. Maybe we can catch up then." She flashes me another smile, then she and her brother take off.