Rockabilly bad girl

Before she could even pull the bike up onto the parking lot of the school she saw her girlfriend angrily standing there smoking a cigarette. Jasmin was just off of school grounds where most of the smokers came during school. The cigarette dangled from her cherry red lips as she toyed with her phone. DJ had always loved that Jasmin would put her hair up in the sexiest ways that still allowed her to slip on a helmet.

With her hair up, it only drew more attention to her long slim neck and the halter top that was wrapped around it. The black top with red heart shaped polka dots would have looked out of place without being near Valentines day on most girls, but Jasmin was wearing the hell out of it.

Although to DJ’s trained eye, she could tell that it was likely that Jasmin had added a bit of something to really pull her waist in and press her girls up as well. If DJ had to bet on it, Jasmin probably had on the black satin corset that DJ had gotten her for Christmas. Opening that present together had been an enjoyable memory.

DJ allowed her gaze to slide down her girlfriends body to the incredibly tight, almost painted on, black capri pants she was rocking. While she loved it when Jasmin wore skirts, this was certainly the next best option.

Then she saw the heels her girlfriend had on and she almost stopped the bike. With those shoes on, it meant something was stressing Jasmin out. They were her special heels that she only wore when she needed a pick me up. She knew how sexy they looked on her, and more importantly how sexy they made her feel. The red ankle strap platform peep toe heels had a satin scalloped heel and toe that had black lace accents. Simply put they were incredibly feminine.

It was about that time that Jasmin noticed DJ pulling up. Taking a final drag from her cigarette, she dropped on the pavement and crushed it with the toe of a heel before turning around and collecting her purse and jacket. Slipping into the black cropped leather biker jacket, she began to make her way towards DJ and the bike.

“I’m so glad you are here. Let’s fucking go. I don’t need to be here today, neither do you.” Without even giving DJ a chance to park the bike, Jasmin was already swinging a leg over and pulling on the spare helmet that DJ kept for her. “Fucking Templeton jumped all over me this morning for some stupid shit and I just can’t be fucking bothered. Let’s go get food or go to your house or something.”

DJ’s hand reached back to squeeze her girlfriend’s knee in support as she leaned the bike into position and revved the engine loudly before shooting off into traffic headed who knows where.

PK’s voice popped up. ‘So, home or somewhere public for some fun?”