Two Good Eyes

  P X Duke

  Published: 2011

  Tag(s): "adult content" "language warning" "on the road" "two good eyes"

  Two Good Eyes

  by P X Duke

  Copyright 2011 by P X Duke

  Frank usually treats his female riding partners pretty good, but when his latest gets t-boned by a left-turner, he has to dig deep within to care for her while she recovers in ICU. This title has been expanded and re-published as "One More Time".

  What follows is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Places mentioned by name are entirely fictitious and purely products of the author’s imagination, and are not meant to bear resemblance to actual places or locations.

  The road never ends. Neither does the adventure.

  Two Good Eyes

  I met her at a bike shop in Loma Linda.

  I was wandering around southern California, trying to stay warm during one of those times in the winter when it was actually cold. I saw the sign from the highway and rode in. It was a small shop, specializing in American-made. There would be no wannabe bikers here, just salt-of-the-earth people who love to ride.

  She walked out from behind the parts counter and right away she had my attention. About five foot four. Her dark blonde hair was a tangle. Blue eyes. Slender, but she had a nice body. And she looked good in her jeans. Not real tight. She didn't fill them out that way. She wasn't all ass and no class. When she walked there was just that hint of all woman going on back there.

  I paid attention when she asked if I needed help finding anything.

  —No, I'm just wandering around.

  —Well, in that case, come with me. I need an opinion.

  She grabbed a set of turn signals off the counter and led me outside to a pearl-white Sporty.

  —This yours?

  —Yeah, all mine. I want an unbiased opinion on these turn lights.

  She held one up to the mount.

  —You think this will go with that mount, or do I need a smaller one?

  —I'd go with the smaller bracket for the size of that light. That way once the wire is spliced, you won't have to do it again to take off the old one.

  —Yeah, maybe you're right. I’ll think about it.

  Back inside she turned to put the kit back on the counter.

  —You're an easy sale. What's my commission?

  —About six an hour.

  When I held out my hand she reached into a pocket and flipped me a quarter.

  —Keep the change.

  I put it in my pocket and turned to walk out. I never bothered to ask if they were married, or whether they had a boyfriend. Why would I? That's their business, and none of mine.

  —If you ever get that Sporty running the way you want it to, I'll let you ride with me, girl.

  —My name is Tamika.

  —The same goes for you, Tamika.

  A couple of days later I stopped at the shop for no reason—or so I told myself. When I walked in, Tamika brought me back outside and showed me the turn signals she had installed with the shorter brackets.

  —You were right after all.

  I grinned at her.

  —Was there any doubt?

  She grinned back.

  —Yeah, there was, but not after I thought about it over the weekend. I installed them on Sunday night. They look pretty good, don't they?

  A few days later we hooked up for a ride. We got away early in the morning and headed north on the 210 through Redlands, then the 330 and the twisties to catch 18 and Big Bear. I had been holding back to let Tamika lead. I wanted to know if she knew how to ride. She did.

  We stopped a couple of times and finally got to Big Bear in time for an early lunch.

  —That's a great ride through the twisties and the hills. I haven't seen trees like that since I left Montana.

  —So you're a Montana girl. No wonder you're not like a lot of the women around these parts. Most wouldn't bother with a motorcycle because the helmet would mess their hair.

  —Yeah, I noticed that too. Most people give me the look when they find out I ride.

  —I have to admit it surprised me when you dragged me out to your Sporty. How long have you been riding?

  —About a year. I took the course, bought the Sporty and here I am. I practiced a lot in the empty parking lot across the street from the shop.

  —You're a pretty good rider. That surprised me too.

  —Because I'm a woman?

  —You're a woman? I never noticed. Thanks for cluing me in.

  She kicked me under the table.

  —Hey now. You can ride. I admitted it. Now let's get going.

  —I don't know the roads up here. How are we getting back?

  —I was going to take us down the back side of Big Bear and turn off at Camp Rock Road, but I changed my mind.

  —Well, where to?

  —I've got a little place in Cherry Valley. I was thinking we could circle back on the 38—if you'd like to see it, that is.

  —In that case, what're we waiting for?

  When we got on Oak Glenn she moved over to let me lead and she followed me the rest of the way until we pulled in and shut down.

  —It looks nice from the outside. I need to use the bathroom.

  She followed me in and I pointed her in the right direction. When she came out she was smiling.

  —Okay, you're not grinning because the toilet seat was down. What's going on?

  —I'm going to have a shower. Why don't you have one too?

  It took me about three seconds to get my clothes off and follow Tamika back to the bathroom. She let me chase her through the shower and when we came out I was as hard as a rock and throbbing like there'd be no tomorrow.

  She noticed.

  —I've got you going, don't I?

  —Yes you do, woman.

  She walked up to me and held me against her belly with her hand.

  —You're in a fine state, aren't you? I can feel you pulsing against me.

  —Then we'd better do something quick before I explode all over you.

  —I think I'd like that.

  She got down on her knees and went at me like I was the last cock she was going to get to suck in this lifetime. Her mouth went around me and her hands went to the back of my thighs and pulled me all the way into her mouth in one motion. Just when I thought she'd gag, she swallowed instead, and I could feel her throat constrict around me.

  —Jesus, woman, where did you learn to do that?

  I edged over to a chair and sat down with her on me like that. She never missed a beat. When her hands went to my balls I thought I could hear her humming, but with my cock in her mouth like that I couldn't be sure. Finally I grabbed her by her ears and pulled her head back.

  —Take a break, woman. You'll suffocate like that.

  My cock popped out of her mouth and her hands went to work instead. She knew how to use them too.

  —No way! I got enough looking at it in the shower. Now I want what you've got all over me.

  Tamika was stroking the length of me and tugging at my balls with her other hand. Her lips fastened around my head again and she pulled with her mouth, her eyes open, watching.

  —You're getting close. I can taste a bit of you.

  —Damn right I am. You're good at that.

  She popped me out of her mouth.

  —Good. I like a man that compliments a woman on her cock-sucking abilities.

  She stroked and pulled at me, watching as I got harder and harder. Finally I couldn't hold back. When I started to shoot my load she smiled and pointed me at her breasts and let me come, stroking the length to help me get it all out. When I finally stopped pumping she went back at me with her mouth, sucking the last drop of come out of me.

  —Where's the bedroom?

  I picked her up and carried her down the hall.

  —Right here. Now that you know the way, don't be a stranger.

  —You already know I won't.

  It was twilight when we dragged our asses out of bed. Twilight in the morning, that is.

  —I've got to get to work.

  —I figured. I'll cook you breakfast at the Farm House in Banning. It's on the way in.

  We ordered the same thing—eggs over with bacon and toast. I watched her eat.

  —You've got quite an appetite.

  —Yeah, and it's not only for eggs over. Was that a one-nighter, or are we going to be seeing each other for a while?

  —Well, since you put those fancy-assed lights on your Sporty I figure you can ride with the big boys now, so why not?

  She poked my hand with her fork.

  —Good. I think I'm going to want to get to know you.

  —Enough jaw-jacking. I'm headed into Marina del Ray. Are you gonna ride with me to your exit or would you rather I let you sleep in the booth?

  We flew in formation down the 10 until we got to Tamika's exit and I waved and headed west to MDR.

  I spent the weekend in Santa Monica seeing the sights, and on Sunday I headed east. When I stopped at the shop, someone told me that Tamika had been t-boned by a left-turner the day before. I couldn't believe it.

  She was in ICU for three days before I could get to see her.

  Tamika was a mess. Her pelvis was fractured in four places. She had a collapsed lung. Her lower left leg was fractured. She had small fractures in her spine. Notwithstanding all that, it looked pretty good for her. No organs had been damaged—a definite bonus given the situation. Looking down at her and seeing her silent agony; watching those blue eyes zoning in and out with the pain; seeing her smile through it all; that really touched me.

  I got to come and go as I pleased during visiting hours. Were I able, I'd have camped in Tamika's room. I wondered why I had never been given the opportunity to teach her what I knew about riding and left-turners. Damn it to hell!

  I brushed and combed her hair. It still had gravel in it from the accident. I soothed her dry lips with a water-filled sponge and tried to work on her smile as best I could—even though her pain meds were in control now. I considered it a reward each time she smiled up at me.

  During her more lucid moments in ICU she asked about her face. It looked fine by me, but she was pretty bruised, so I put off bringing her the mirror she kept asking for. When the bruises had subsided, I brought it in and gave her a look. She grinned at her good fortune. So did I.

  Finally she was well enough to be moved into a private room. It was then that her family arrived and I learned that Tamika had a three-year-old daughter. Funny how she never mentioned that, but since we had only just met, I guess it wasn't that unusual in the grand scheme of things.

  When she got well enough, Tamika's family took her home to Montana to begin the real work of recovery. About a year after that, while I was working in a bike shop in the high desert, Tamika showed up, unannounced. I was surprised when I saw her walking through the door, but her ready smile and huge hug took away the shock at seeing her so unexpectedly.

  We got caught up on old news and old times and then she told me she had about recovered a hundred percent except for the loss of sight in one eye. That's all right with me, though. I never did care much for a women with two good eyes.

  Two good eyes only enabled a woman to see more of my faults.

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