Steve rolled into Beverly Hills at about 4:00 in the afternoon. After three days of hard riding from Texas he was beat. He looked down at the map pocket on top of his tank bag to read the directions Nicki had given him. Twenty minutes later he pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. He found her apartment, parked the bike and got off it.
After taking his helmet off, he hung it on the handle bar and stretched. He had wanted to take a ride to California ever since he got the antique BMW five years before. Now, he was here.
When he told Nicki that he was going to ride to California and go to Yosemite, she had asked him to come to Beverly Hills to visit for a couple of days. They had been chatting on MySpace for two years and had become good friends.
Steve had let her read the erotic stories that he wrote and shared with some of his Myspace friends. She had enjoyed them and told him that he was a great writer. He had even written one just for her.
Their messages to each other were often filled with talk of sex. They had both hinted that this was going to be much more than a visit.
Steve looked up at her Nicki's second floor apartment. He was nervous about actually meeting her. He thought she was beautiful and the difference in their ages weighed on his mind. She was twenty-one and he was now forty-six. He couldn't believe he was here.
He turned back to the bike and unhooked the bungee cords holding the bag on the back. Next, he unhooked the tankbag. He looked back up at Nicki's apartment and sighed.
"Oh, man," he mumbled. "I ride halfway across the country to meet her and now I can't walk up a flight of stairs."
He pulled his cigarette stuff out and rolled one. Lighting it, he put one boot up on the bike's cylinder and leaned on his knee. He smoked the cigarette while looking up at her apartment. He finished the cigarette and dropped it on the ground, crushed it under his boot.
Shaking his head, Steve picked up the bags, grabbed his helmet and walked up the stairs. He got to Nicki's door and set the bags down. After a moments hesitation, he knocked on her door. A moment later, the door opened and Nicki smiled at him.
"Hi, Steve," she said. "I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to come up stairs."
Steve swallowed and said, "I, umm, thought I'd smoke a cigarette first."
Nicki laughed softly. "You really are shy in person, aren't you."
She stepped forward and hugged him. He nervously put his arms around her, holding her gently. She gave him a kiss on the check and hugged him tighter.
"I'm kind of nervous, too," she whispered in his ear.
He hugged her tighter and said, "Oh, Nicki. It's really great to be here. You know, your eyes are really pretty."
Nicki laughed and said," You and my eyes."
She stepped back, smiled shyly and said, "Thank you. Come on. You must be exhausted."
Grabbing one of his bags, Nicki took Steve's hand and led him into the apartment.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.
He replied, "Some water would by great. I could really use a shower, too. Death Valley was brutal."
Nicki put his bag down in the living room. She still held his hand.
"I was worried about you all day," she said. "I kept thinking that something would happen to you out there."
She squeezed his hand, looked down for a second and then looked back up. "I've been looking out the window every couple of minutes for the last two hours. That's how I knew you were out there for a while. I'm so glad you got here safely."
Nicki smiled at him.
Steve gave her hand a squeeze and said, "I was fine. I'm worn out, but I'm here."
"Let me get you some water, then you can take a shower and relax."
Steve set his helmet and the bag he was holding down next to the other bag. Nicki led him to the kitchen and got Steve a glass of water. After he drank it, Nicki said, "Come on, let's put your bags away."
They each grabbed a bag. Steve left the helmet where it was. They headed to her bedroom. Nicki put the bag she was carrying on the bed. Steve looked at her as she turned to him.
She smiled at him and said, "Just there on the bed is fine for now. We'll figure out what to do with them later."
Steve put his bag down next to the other one. He looked at the bags on the bed for a moment and turned to Nicki. She was smiling. He realized then that it was really going to happen. His bags on her bed was her promise that they would both be sleeping in it. That they were going to be making love. That he was going to be fucking this beautiful young woman.
Nicki pointed to another doorway and said, "That's the bathroom. I've got stuff laid out for you. I'll be in the living room. See ya in a little bit."
She put her hand on his arm, leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Steve watched her walk from the room, looking down at her ass. Nicki was wearing tight jeans without pockets. Her ass was really cute. He sighed and opened one of his bags and pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a dark blue golf shirt and headed for the bathroom.
When he walked into the living room after his shower, Nicki was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. She got up when she saw him, setting the magazine on the table at the end of the couch. Her breasts filled her loose tank top. She stepped toward him, hesitated for a moment, then hugged him. Steve hugged her back, caressing her as he held her.
She kissed his cheek and said, "I bet you feel a lot better now."
"Yeah," he replied. "I'm worn out, but at least I feel human again."
Nicki let go of him, took his hand and led him to the couch. "Come on," she said. "Let's sit down. Get off your feet and relax."
She aimed him at one end of the couch. When he sat down, she sat in the middle, facing him with one leg tucked under her.
Since they talked on MySpace all the time, there wasn't much to catch up on. Nicki had insisted that he call her each night while he was on the road so she would know he was O.K. They had talked for several minutes each night.
Now, he told her about his trip. He had grabbed his digital camera from the tank bag after his shower. Nicki moved to sit beside him so she could see the pictures he had taken. She leaned against him and her breast pressed against his arm.
Steve yawned several times as they talked and looked at the pictures. Nicki put her hand on his thigh and rubbed it when he yawned again.
"Poor baby," she said. "You look like you might fall over any minute now. I need to go buy some things for dinner. Why don't you take a nap while I'm out and I'll wake you up when dinner's ready."
Steve smiled at her. "That sounds good, Nicki."
She stood up and said, "Do you just want to stretch out here on the couch? I'll be quiet when I get back."
"That would be fine," he said.
"Let me get you a pillow," she said and headed to the bedroom.
She came back, gave the pillow and leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.