Revelation, of course!

"Wait, darling... So, apart from me, you don't even have a childhood?!" The girl stared at me with completely stunned and, it seemed, pained eyes.

I confess, I've never looked at my life from that perspective. Perhaps it was thanks to my parents, who somehow managed to turn a very intensive and multidisciplinary education into an interesting and captivating game for a child. But...

Basically, Maisie was right: I didn't have a childhood. Only the hours we spent together. Hell, I even asked her to buy me my first PlayStation just so we could play together.

"My poor thing!" Maisie impulsively pressed herself against me, pulling my head to her now fantastically voluminous chest, and began stroking my hair. And then something wet started dripping onto my cheek...

"Oh, never mind... I'm with you, I love you... I'm going to... spoil you!" the sobs and sniffles turned into loud sobs.

With an effort of will, I tore myself away from her beautiful breasts, cupped her cheeks in my hands, and looked into her eyes:

"Stop it, darling. Come to think of it, I have nothing to complain about: loving parents, tons of adventures—and the most beautiful bride in the world."

"BRIDE?!" Now, Maisie's eyes would have done credit to an anime character. I was surprised she even had room for them—she opened them so wide.

"Well, yes. We're not going anywhere from each other now, that's obvious. You said it yourself. Well, that needs to be reinforced."

"Well, I said living together... But marrying... Do you even realize what kind of reputation I have?"

"The school slut. So what? First of all, that wasn't really you. Secondly, I love you. Thirdly, now that you know my 'secret identity,' do you think I care about the idle chatter of small-town dwellers?"

"You're nuts. I absolutely adore you!" Maisie hugged me and pressed herself so tightly, as if she wanted to melt into me.

"Okay, fidget, let's go have some fun. Like, a drive to Round Lake."

"Your idea of ​​fun is amazing. It's almost 50 miles each way," Maisie giggled.

***

- SERIOUSLY?! WE'RE GOING TO RIDE THIS?!

She stared in pure horror at the Yamaha YZF-R1 I'd just pulled the covers off.

- Oh, my darling... I've been riding this beauty for four years now. Ever since I was tall enough.

- Yes, but I DON'T RIDE!

Maisie pressed her whole body against me and was openly shaking.

- Okay. Maisie, from now on, you possess perfect motorcycling skills, you know and can ride as a passenger, and you simply can't fall off the bike, no matter what maneuvers I try or what bumps we hit. Oh, and Maisie, you're not afraid of motorcycles anymore. You love them!

- Oh, you... Brad, seriously, please warn me before you use the curse. But overall...

She walked up to the superbike and ran her hand over it. Then she nimbly jumped into the saddle, pressed her whole body against it, thrusting her gorgeous, round butt upward. She rubbed her breasts against the gas tank... And suddenly shuddered and collapsed onto the bike with a soft moan of pleasure.

I blinked a couple of times. For the first time in my life, I saw a girl cum from a fucking motorcycle.

***

Luckily, Mom's motorcycle gear fit the new Maisie ALMOST perfectly. Well, except for the fact that there was no way to zip the jacket up (but their butts turned out to be almost identical. Okay, Maisie's was bigger. But that only made the leather pants look even more killer for anyone riding behind us.)

Maisie slammed her full face shut in one motion and clapped me on the shoulder. I nodded, twisted the throttle, and released the clutch.

The stagnant Yamaha happily jumped from a standstill to 40 mph, and I took a tight turn, exiting the garage and straight onto the road, scaring the neighbors' cats with the roar of the exhaust.

However, louder than the exhaust of my superbike was the howl of wild, animalistic delight from my lover over the helmet intercom!