Gamer's First Bike Ride

John made his way back through the school but halted as a pit formed in his stomach. Moira stood ahead of him in the hallway. The redhead could have chosen anywhere to stand and wait for him; however, she stood arms crossed, eyes closed and leaning against his locker specifically.

John began to slowly approach, feeling like a child who had misbehaved and was now facing an upset parent. His heart thumped in his chest, and as he got within a few metres of the Warden, she pushed herself off his locker and began walking away from him.

“We should depart now, my father is expecting us and I wouldn’t want to make him wait,” the Warden uttered.

Her tone caused the weight on John’s shoulders to lift slightly and his pace quickened. “I can feel the tension radiating from you. I understand you being nervous, my father is quite intimidating for those not officially allied with the Order. I’ll be with you the entire time, though, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

Though John had been nervous about meeting the leader of the Order, there hadn’t really been any worry. Moira’s reassurance had the opposite effect on him; he’d become hyper-aware of the man he was about to be introduced to. A man who was the leader of an organisation that was apparently important within the Abyss. His only reason for not turning and running away to hide was that Moira would be with him.

John followed Moira out of the school door and around the main building to the car park, which he was led to believe was strictly for teachers and the reason he had to endure both Vanessa and Frank on the bus every morning.

Moira slowed down and approached a vehicle. “Wait, a motorbike? Can’t we just get like an Uber or something?” John asked.

Moira turned back. “She’s not just any motorbike, John. She’s a custom Kawasaki Vulcan S and she’s my pride and joy… Also no, we can’t get an Uber, it would take too long. You’re not scared to get on a motorbike, are you? You have nothing to worry about. My father went overboard with enchanted parts and Abyssal tech. I could let a toddler drive her and there’d be no chance of her getting wrecked. It would actually be difficult to try and crash her,” the Warden assured.

She walked closer to the bike and knelt beside it. John felt a strong need to look away but pushed through it, watching as she pulled the shield from her neck, expanding it to full size. She then pulled out two helmets and a pair of leather jackets from within.

“Should you be doing that when anyone could look out of the school?” John asked.

Moira let out a curt laugh. “No. Most people are compelled to look away which means I can safely access my shield whenever I need to,” she explained.

“Oh, okay. Also, I thought you said your bike was safer than walking. Why do we need helmets?” John asked.

“There are a couple of reasons. The first is that it’s the law. Safety gear is required and this might come as a surprise but you’re more likely to get pulled over for improper safety equipment than you are for speeding,” the redhead informed him. “The second reason is that I don’t want bugs on my face and in my teeth, and I assumed you wouldn’t either.”

John nodded, feeling foolish for asking the question. Moira pushed one of the helmets against his chest. “Put this on, we shouldn’t take our time,” Moira said, letting go of the helmet when John put his hands on either side of it.

The helmet took John a moment or two to figure out and luckily he didn’t have any trouble putting on the oversized leather jacket which tightened around his body. By the time he’d finished, Moira had enough time to don her own jacket and helmet before sitting on the bike.

Moira was busy with her bike while John stared. One thing he couldn’t help but notice was that the bike was obviously built for one rider, and while staring at the seat, his eyes were locked onto the Wardens round behind.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath as he continued to stare.

A second passed before he was pulled from his trance. “Did you say something?” Moira’s voice came from inside his helmet. Looking up, he noticed her staring right at him. She shuffled forward leaving a small amount of room behind her. “Never mind. I’d suggest putting your phone on silent, or turning it off completely, and then getting on the bike. We don’t want to dawdle.”

John nodded, pulling out his phone, awkwardly holding it up so he could see it through the visor of the helmet. He first sent a text to Brenda, Ellie, Robin and Dahlia to let them know that his phone was going to be turned off and he’d be unreachable for a while.

Next, he sent a text message to Alison.

< J: Hey, I hope you’re okay. I have to turn my phone off, I’ll text you again when I’m able to. I just wanted to let you know I left a gift in your locker, I hope you like it. Also if you need help figuring out how to use it or want advice about it, you should go to the gym in the old wing, knock and say who you are. I have a friend in there, tell her I said she’d better be on her best behaviour. >

After the text messages had all been sent, John turned off his phone and put it into his inventory. He moved to the back of the bike and began awkwardly shuffling forward, spreading his legs and tiptoeing further and further onto the bike.

He sat on the wheel arch, trying to leave room between him and Moira, and placed his hands on the warden's shoulders, his arms aching from how stiff they had become.

“That won’t do. This bike is the safest thing on the road, but you’ve been treating it like a wild animal that might buck you off any second. Scootch closer to me and hook your hands around my waist, and you will feel much more secure,” Moira instructed.

“Uh, r-right,” John said. He felt awkward as he moved his body a little closer to the Warden, leaning his chest against her back. His arms folded tightly to his sides, he placed his hands on her hips.

The bike roared to life, and in a panic John’s arms lurched forwards, and he clung to the redhead for what his brain decided was safety.

John heard Moira half **** in surprise and he began to ease off. “S-sorry,” John spluttered. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Moira let out a slight chuckle. “No, you can hug me as tightly as you need to…” she said, clearing her throat. “I, uhm, you just… startled me, is all.”

Without another word, the bike jolted and growled as it began to move. They exited the car park and joined the busy roads. John felt nervous as Moira weaved through traffic, overtaking cars and leaning the bike to turn. Several cars honked their horns as the two passed, only furthering John’s anxiousness.

In a few instances, John was sure he heard Moira make comments or say something to him; however, he couldn’t process what it was that she might have said.

From what John could tell when he had his eyes open, the Warden was a good driver. She didn’t seem to be speeding at all and gave plenty of room for others. John was beginning to get used to the bike, even opening his eyes and looking around more often.

“Hey,” Moira’s voice called back to him, “I thought I’d just give you a warning that we’re about to get onto the highway. At this time of day, the traffic shouldn’t be bad.”

John took a deep breath. ’You can do this, it’s okay. We will just be going a little faster than we have been, it’s no big deal… Come on, dude, you’ve faced a bunch of things that should be way scarier than a little bike ride,’ John internally reassured himself.

The bike began to speed up slowly as it approached the highway. John was almost relieved, and then the bike let out a roar as Moira sped up in order to merge. The sudden speed boost and the sound of the bike caused John to tighten his grip on the redhead, clinging to her like a child on the first day of school.

With his discomfort, John couldn’t help but wish he’d kept the shield pendant. Violet might have teased him but it could have been a distraction at least.

Unlike on regular roads, Moira seemed to be a little more liberal with the laws of the road while on the highway. John only opened his eyes occasionally, and whenever he did, he couldn’t help but notice that they were passing cars constantly, telling him that they had to be speeding.

Not only was their speed greater than John was comfortable with, they seemed to be overtaking and weaving around cars constantly. His grip only tightened as the journey continued.

’Just think about something else, pretend you’re not on a bike with no airbags or seat belt or anything to protect you,’ John thought to himself.

The bike dominated his thoughts and he struggled to try and think of anything in order to distract himself. As he tried to grasp at any distraction, John realised how tightly he was hugging Moira. His arms wouldn’t loosen their grip no matter how much he tried to will himself to.

A thought crossed his mind. He was hugging Moira, the Shield Warden of the Order, or more importantly in his mind, Moira the hot redhead school president. His grip tightened just a little more, though this time he wasn’t just clinging to whatever he could, now he was aware that he was holding onto Moira. The Warden said something but John was too focused on the one distraction he had.

The soft smile she’d given him when he got off the bus flashed in his mind, as did the eye full he’d gotten of her chest, the chest that was now resting on his arm. John could feel his dick beginning to harden, only made more noticeable by the body heat coming from the Warden’s plump behind.

Moira Let out a surprised yelp, which told John that she definitely noticed his... problem. He tried pulling away but the wheel arch wasn’t suitable for him to sit on and caused him to slide forwards again, crashing into her butt hard-on first. Moira moved and squirmed, obviously uncomfortable with John’s cock prodding at her ass.

On the one hand, the movement was a great distraction, but on the other, it was quickly becoming a problem. John didn’t have many options and he had to stop Moira’s fidgeting. He pressed his whole body against her and tightened his grip again, mitigating as much of the redhead's movements as possible. Unfortunately, this course of action had the side effect of ensuring his cock was firmly pressed against Moira’s ass.

He tried to focus on other things, desperately trying to make his dick deflate. Thoughts turned to what was going to happen when they finally got off the bike and how Moira might kill him.

John finally looked up, trying to find something to focus on, when he noticed the road sign. They were closing in on the exit they needed to come off at. The only problem, John noticed, was that the sign said they were going south when they should have been approaching the exit to the north.

The rest of the trip seemed to pass by quickly. His hard-on hadn’t gone down at all by the time they had stopped and John felt frozen in place, arms locked around the Warden even after feeling the engine of the bike turn off.

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