Zoey's Ride 2 - Heavy Stuff

You were so right. It is cold. Even with a jacket. And that's with you even mostly safe from the airflow, hidden behind Zoey's back. You're essentially hugging her from behind which is pretty much the most you can do to warm her up. Still, if she's cold she doesn't show it. Though, to be fair, you both got helmets on and you can't see her face. In any case, Zoey's bringing you even further outside the city, down the 555, a highway that eventually leads to and through Cologne. For the uninitiated, Cologne is essentially the bigger sister of Bonn. Too big for your taste. Still, even on the highway, the drive there'd be quite a ride, so you doubt she's heading there. Then again, this is a German highway we're talking about, meaning she COULD put the pedal to the metal. Now, as much as these drastically high speeds would entice you, sitting on the back of a bike with only a helmet on does't exactly scream safe. Therefore, you're pretty grateful Zoey's keeping it max at about 120 kmh.

All the noise in addition to the helmets obviously keeps you from talking. Instead, you just cling onto her silently. Your arms are wrapped around her mid section, squeezing her a bit. You actually catch yourself partly regretting that you **** her to wear a jacket. If that leather wasn't in the way, you could feel her torso so much better. But, hey, safety first. And the comfort of warmth. Regardless, after a good while, Zoey eventually leaves the 555 via an exit merging into a more rural road. Not too long after, when you reach some sort of wooden pavillon, she slows the bike and stops, turning off the engine.

"Hoo, nice." sighs Zoey and climbs of the bike. "How was it, babe?"

"Well, fast. Loud. Cold. Good, though." you smile, letting her help you off the bike.

"Cool." she smiles and undoes the strap under her chin. You follow her example and take the helmet off. She proceeds to open her jacket next and lets out a deep breath. It's honestly kinda amusing how strange she looks to you without her cap on. Come to think of it... you almost exclusively get this view when you're fucking. You wonder if this is eventually going to somewhat condition you to get horny every time she takes her cap off.

"So, why'd you bring me here, hm?" you ask, brushing your fingers through your hair.

"Honestly, no idea." she admits. "Just took off, and kept going until I felt like stopping."

"Well, I mean this is a decent spot, I'll give you that." you chuckle and inspect the pavillon on the side of the road. It's a rather simple structure, a square frame, covered by a wooden roof, supported by a pole in the middle. There's a couple of benches inside and a single, empty trash can.

"Probably makes for good beer breaks on bicycle tours or something." shrugs Zoey and plops down on the bench.

"Maybe... my dad used to do those a lot." you remember and join her.

"Not... anymore?" asks Zoey and you notice how tentative and careful her tone is.

"Oh, he's not dead or anything." you chuckle. "I just don't know. He lives in Cologne for years now - which, granted, isn't terribly far away. But far enough to not see him often."

"Ohh, right. Makes sense your parents are split." says Zoey with a slight but suspicious chuckle in her voice.

"Why's that, huh?" you wonder and turn your head.

"Girl, your mom's the biggest cougar I've ever seen." laughs your girlfriend, having been the subject of the woman's flirtations herself.

"Woah, thin ice, lady." you warn her, but yeah. She's totally spot on.

"Heh, I better be careful then." teases the futanari and puts an arm around you. "How is she anyway? Haven't seen her in a while."

"Oh, she's living her best life." you say, rolling your eyes a little as you recall her recent social media posts. "She's on Malta at the moment. With her new guy. Almost my age, that dude."

"Haha! Gotta respect a woman who knows what she wants." laughs Zoey and squeezes you.

"Wellll, enough about her." you decide and shift a little. "What about yours? It's been months and I just met your dad but you never mentioned your mom."

"Oh, honestly, beats me." Zoe sighs and leans back.

"Oh, damn. No contact at all?" you dare ask, feeling the cringe induced by the topic of your mom make way for genuine concern.

"Eh, barely. Ever since she's in rehab again." Zoey explains, leaning her head against the wall, looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh. Rehab for...?"

"Letter just said 'substances'." scoffs the tomboy. "First one said '****', numbers two and three only 'substances'."

"Shit, that's gotta weigh on you." you sympathize and place a hand on her thigh.

"Less and less, to be honest." shrugs the futa. "Tried helping her at first. Went to her place, paid for shit, anything. Shit, I even filled out papers for her. ME. Can you believe that?"

"But it just kept getting worse, hm?"

"Boy, did it." Zoey scoffs and shakes her head. "Started throwing tantrums and shit. Fucking attacked me. Miracle I didn't fight back."

For the moment, you keep any comments to yourself, just letting her ramble. Wether you want to or not, you can't help but imagine the whole scenario. Zoey's one buff futa, a kickboxer no less, and impulsive. She could've probably folded her mom in half if she didn't manage to restrain herself.

"One day, just before her third rehab, she came to the workshop, fully out of it. Fucking smashed a window when dad refused to let her in." Zoey recounts, her eyes still fixated on the ceiling.

"Oof, fucking hell."

"Yep. Collapsed then and there. Dad drove her to the hospital." Zoey continues. "Let's just say, I saw syringe marks on her arms, so it's probably not just **** she's in there for this time."

"... fuck..." you mutter, completely out of words.

"Yep." nods Zoey, followed by a moment of silence before she suddenly slaps her thigh, actually startling you. "Well, now if that didn't set a great fucking mood!"

"I-it's okay, baby. I probably shouldn't have-"

"Pff, fuck that. I got a brand new bike that I repaired my-fucking-self and my sexy ass girlfriend right here with me. Life's great." she declares and turns her head, planting a kiss on your cheek. You're quite taken aback by her sudden burst of energy but you do get it. She really wants to safe the mood even if it means deflecting. You're pretty sure there's more to unpack here but maybe that's best kept for another time. If it brings her peace to play along, then so be it.

"It is a really nice bike, hehe." you giggle and snuggle into her side. "And an even nicer driver."

"Hah, you're god damn right." Zoey laughs and hugs you tightly.

"Honestly, I could go for another ride." you admit, tracing a finger over her belly.

"What? Damn, I just spilled my heart out and now you wanna ride me?"

"Wha- the bike! A ride on the bike! Not the driver!" you defend yourself, actually caught off guard.

"Almost in tears and still, you just want my body..." laments your girlfriend and wipes an imaginary tear.

"Oh, fuck off, you!" you slap her but honestly, you're just happy this ig getting her in a better mood. Besides, while the moment itself isn't ideal, you certainly wouldn't say no to both kinds of rides.

"Hehe, well, lucky for you, a lil' objectification is fine by me." she grins and puts her arm around you. Wrapped around, she cups the side of your boob and gently squeezes.

"Of course..." you sigh but let her get her fill. Coping or not, the fact that she's already back to her horny shenanigans is wild. Like, you're feeling bad for HER trauma and here she is, already back to... well, this.

"What? It ain't my fault you're so damn bangable." she chuckles and pulls you closer on the bench.

"Pff, 'bangable'." you repeat and shake your head. "So eloquent."

"Well, since I have no idea what that means..." says Zoey and pauses, only to suddenly grab you tighter and just as abruptly turn and pull you into her lap, making you squeak in surprise. "I can't be offended."

"Teh, that's some lo- oh." you start as you sit back on her lap, but as you do, you feel it under you - the very familiar feeling of her erection pressing against your butt. Well, damn.