CHAPTER IV: LYRA'S RIDE

Lyra is feeling the rush, the exhilaration, and the ultimate freedom of her ride and she wishes so bad that it would last forever…

But like any good thing in this world, it will always end. So I’ll just enjoy this moment while I still can.

She had her arms around Hero’s waist, her hands touching his hard eight pack which was quite easy to feel out through his light cotton shirt.

Good thing he’s going so fast. I have a good enough excuse to keep holding him close…

Lyra shuts her eyes, remembering Hero’s bulging chest, sculpted abdomen, and his bulky but sinewy arms. How could she not remember when he changed clothes right in front of her before their trip began? She felt a warm, tingling feeling coursing through her breasts and inner thighs as she rewinds that scene in her head…

“I need to change, ok?” Hero announces upon leading her to his big black motorbike, expertly parked in one corner of the tree-lined parking lot. He has already started to pull out the ends of his shirt from his black denim jeans even before they arrived at the spot, “Can you wait for a few minutes before we go? I'll do it right here so we save time.”

Are we really that close now that he can just take off his shirt in front of me without a second thought? I can’t believe that we’ve managed to get this comfortable with each other in just a couple of semesters. I mean, that’s less than a year.

Lyra suddenly remembers the time when her handsome student first asked her to be her friend outside the classroom...

"Hey... is it ok if I add you to my FB? And What'sApp? And do you have Instagram or Twitter?" Hero asked her right after her class where they had a heated discussion about the day's lesson.

And there were many of those disagreements between him and her...

The older woman smiles a bit naughtily, "Are you trying to get to my good side because of your stubbornness a while ago during our debate? Cause I'm not biting."

"What? B-but..."

She interrupts him, "I'm not biting because I don't hold it against you. I actually love opinionated people, as long as they are willing to listen to reason. I also appreciate strong-minded students who don't take my frankness personally. And you're one of them Hero. So yes, I do have FB, Messenger, What's App, Instagram and Twitter. But my Facebook account is the most active."

Lyra found the sudden relief on her student's worried face quite cute at that time. Of course, she would be wondering why she would think that when she got home.

"So, may I get your account names so I can add you?" her student asked a little too eagerly.

"I'll send it via text later. I have all my students' numbers, remember? And all of you have mine."

"Yes! Uhhh... I mean... yes thank you Miss Lyra. Will you be going home now?"

"Not yet, I want to try out the college cafeteria's Pasta Alfredo. You suggested that a while back before we started our class."

"Oh wow, yes! Uhhh.. yes, that is definitely a good idea. Would it be ok if I join you Ma'am?"

"Of course, you suggested it, after all," replied the professor with a little laugh.

It was during that meal, as he happily munched on her packed pork casserole lunch and she eating the said pasta dish, that Hero popped the question...

"So uhhh... Miss Lyra... would it be ok if we become friends... outside the classroom? I know this request isn't that common here in uni but just taking a chance here."

Lyra tries to hide her pleasure with a smirk, "Well, I've had this kind of invitation before, mostly from my female students, mind you. But sure, as long as this isn't the romantic kind of friendship because I would have to turn you down."

"What? Oh no.. no, it isn't. It's really not..."

"Alright then, after class you can call me just Lyra from now on."

To her pleasure, Hero's wide smile stayed on his face even as they said goodbye to each other. This made the young man look even more charismatic and good-looking to Lyra's eyes.

And so here they are, around nine months later, standing opposite each other in the parking lot as Hero requests that he strip in front of her. Well, change his shirt at least...

She nods in agreement with her student's request. Somehow, she feels a sudden dryness in her throat at the thought of this virile young man suddenly going topless in front of her.

”Thanks Lyra, I really need to cause... Damn, it’s so warm that I’m really sweating all over!”

Same here, at the thought of you going… Damn, this would be the first time I’ll see you sweaty and shirtless!

So while she’s standing opposite the perspiring man, his vintage BMW motorcycle mercifully standing guard between them, Hero takes off his blue collared shirt, displaying his beautifully-toned physique in its full glory. He then wipes himself off with a small white towel taken from his bike’s seat compartment, focusing on his muscular abs and chest area.

Yeah... right, Lyra. Go ahead and look disinterested. You can even try to look bored. Let’s just hope he doesn’t notice how your eyes are greedily feasting on his hunky bod right now!

The semi-naked man even stretches to reach his back, his broad arms straining and displaying its beautifully-shaped masculine sinews. He keeps at this for quite a few agonizing minutes. Well, more agonizing for Lyra, that is...

Would you like me to help you wipe the sweat off your back, you sweet piece of delicious manhood...  Damn it, shut up Lyra! You'll probably drool all over him once you touch even one of his yummy... well-defined... bulging muscles... OK, I SAID FUCKING SHUT UP GIRL! 

Unaware of his mentor's inner debates, Hero reaches into his backpack that’s now hanging from one of the bikes’ huge sturdy handles, he sprays on cologne all over his tanned, muscled torso. For good measure, he even squirts at his broad well-defined shoulders and about a foot above his tousled, longish, dark hair.

You’d think the guy was posing for a cologne commercial! And yet, he feels so at ease doing it that he’s probably done this in front of every girl that he’s ridden with. Okay, stop thinking like a jealous girlfriend, Lyra, he’s your student, remember that!

And right at that moment, the lady professor gets a whiff of Hero's costly cologne which has now mixed with his own masculine aroma! Automatically, Lyra tries to keep a straight and unreadable face as she feels herself tremble at how good he smelled. A mantra starts playing in her head...

Your.

Student.

GET A FUCKING GRIP, GIRL!

Finally, he finishes off his on-the-spot costume change by putting on a thin cotton short-sleeved shirt and his trusty black leather jacket. Hero then grabs his expensive-looking motorcycle helmet from his backpack, hand-combs his long bangs upward, and then slips his headgear on while pulling at the straps below his chin.

Damn, even if he’s hot when half-naked, he still looks so ruggedly sexy in that outfit. Even with his handsome face covered up with that helmet, he still looks so luscious!

Now fully dressed and ready, the hunky student then opens the large metal box attached to the end of his bike, reaches in and takes out a female version of the helmet he’s wearing. He hands it to her…

Couple helmets?

“Lyra… Prof… Hey, is there a problem?"

The woman's black-brown eyes connect with the man's dark blue gaze and she almost drowns in them.

”Huh... wait, what? Oh yeah, right. Sure, there's no problem…”

No problem whatsoever, except that I'm suddenly feeling so hot and feverish...

So now, they’re off to the hospital.

And she’s trying not to be too obvious while she’s feeling through his shirt…

And breathing in his manly scent despite her tight helmet…

And losing her mind a bit at the feel of their bodies together, almost merging as she spoons him from behind…

Lyra, you are riding a motorbike, ok! How else can you be traveling with him if you’re not sitting behind him?

The woman moves just a little so that her now moistening womanhood can be closer to the man’s curvy but firm ass.

Thank the heavens for thick denim! At least he won’t know how I’m so turned on right now because of him being so close to me. And though I’ve been reacting to him like this for months already, I’m sure this is just lust. I’ll get over this... And I should since he is my student.

They hit a bump on the road. Lyra gets bounced off a little then ends up being pushed further into Hero’s space. She also automatically tightened her hold on her irresistible learner just so she doesn’t completely fly off the bike.

”Sorry, my bad! You ok?” yelled the concerned biker above the sounds and winds swirling around them.

“Yes, I'm good. Don’t worry!” yelled back the backseat rider, more conscious of the man in front of her than anything else.

Nothing special here. He hasn’t told me that he likes me or anything like that. So yeah, there’s no way I should let him know…