Anna-Grace Holloway. The name alone tells you a lot about this girl. In this small town in the Bible Belt, she is the daughter of the pastor. She's known and loved by everyone in town.
The star quarterback fancied her, and while she liked the attention, she made it clear she wasn't interested in him romantically. She told him numerous times that if he wanted to be friends, they could be friends - but she would not date him.
Anna-Grace's prized possession is a yellow '66 classic VW Beetle convertible. It's not a car you'd easily find around here, but somehow, it really suits her.
That morning, Anna-Grace was doing some work for her father. The Milton farm is a few miles outside of town. The Miltons had had a rough few weeks, and Anna-Grace had volunteered to bring them some provisions and donations from the church.
It was beautiful weather, and she drove with the top down, enjoying the music as she made her way to the farm. Mrs. Milton always let her stay for a cup of tea and a cookie. Anna-Grace loved those talks with Mrs. Milton and her daughter, Kelly.
On the way back to town, she hit a rather large hole in the road. Anna-Grace saw it too late. She heard a loud crack, and the car slowly rolled to a stop. The engine was still running, but the car wouldn't move.
Between the farms and the town, cell reception was terrible. It would be at least an hour's walk back. There was a good chance someone might drive by and offer her a lift, though. So, Anna-Grace took her purse, locked the car, and started walking.
About ten minutes into her walk, she turned around - and froze. Dark storm clouds were rolling in fast. The weather was changing rapidly.
Within minutes, the rain started. It wasn't pouring yet, but the downpour was coming, no doubt. Now she was really hoping a car would pass by.
And then - she heard an engine. She turned around and saw Owen Cross on his Harley.
Of all people? why did it have to be him?
She didn't know him personally, but she knew of him. Everyone did - but not in a good way. Owen was from a town over. He was your typical biker: big guy, arms like jackhammers, lots of tattoos, always in a leather jacket when on his bike.
He looked like trouble.
He often visited the diner in town. When asked, he told the waitress he came for the pie - said there was nothing like it in his town.
He was often seen riding through town on Sundays when decent folks should be in church.
She expected him to ride past her? but he stopped.
"Hey, Church-girl. Was that your car back there?"
"Yes, sir. I'll come back with my brother to see what's wrong with it."
"Looks like the weather's turning for the worse. I can give you a lift."
"No thank you. Someone will come by soon."
"Listen, I know I'm not exactly the guy you want helping you? but right now, I'm all you've got. Even if we leave now, we'll be soaked before we get to town."
Anna-Grace looked at the sky, then at Owen. He was right.
There was no telling how long it would take for someone else to pass by. And even if they did, they'd still get drenched. She had no choice - it was either go with him or walk through the storm.
"Alright? I'll take you up on that offer."
"Okay, Church-girl. Hop on." He motioned to the back seat.
"My name is Anna-Grace? and I can't sit there. I'm wearing a dress."
Just then, thunder cracked in the distance.
"How do I do this?"
"Listen, Church-girl, the storm's rolling in. Hike up your dress as high as possible."
"I will not! I don't know what kind of girl you're used to, but I'm a lady."
"Listen, Church-Girl - "
"Anna-Grace."
"You see that belt?" He pointed at the drive belt on the bike. "If your dress gets caught in that, best-case scenario, it gets ripped clean off and you're left sitting here in whatever you've got underneath. Worst case? We both eat asphalt. Besides, you'll be behind me, so I won't even be looking at you."
Owen smirked as she looked completely scandalized.
Anna-Grace hesitated for a second? then made her decision.
"Alright. Eyes forward."
Owen chuckled and faced ahead. Anna-Grace hiked up her dress as high as she dared and clumsily climbed onto the back seat.
"Hold on tight, Church-girl. This is gonna be the ride of your life."
He had no idea how true those words would turn out to be.
He started the engine, and the vibration hit her like a jolt. She hadn't expected that - she wasn't sure what she had expected, but it certainly wasn't this.
Startled, she grabbed Owen. She could feel the low, hungry growl of the engine. She felt it through the seat, through her legs? her hips? higher.
Before she could even process the feeling, Owen accelerated. She instinctively held him tighter.
An inexperienced rider might've lost his balance when his passenger clutched him like that, but Owen? He didn't even flinch. He knew what he was doing.
The rain started pouring down.
Anna-Grace had never felt anything like this. Her whole body was a whirlwind of sensations: The cold rain beating against her. The wet, cold dress clinging to her like a second skin. The warmth of Owen's back pressed against her. Her breasts - cold from the soaked dress, yet somehow warm where they met his back.
She felt every bump in the road. Each one nudged her forward - her soft chest rubbing against his solid back. The friction. The warmth of the engine between her legs.
And the vibrations. Dear God? the vibrations.
She was acutely aware of the soft fabric of her underwear - now soaked - the only barrier between her and the leather seat.
Her heart pounded. Not from fear.
This was something else. This was excitement.
But it was more, her body was reacting to the sensation, to the speed, the warmth and the cold and of course to the vibrations.
Unbeknownst to Owen Anna-Grace was internally struggling. Her mind said this needs to stop, but her body didn't.
Anna-Grace held on to Owen's shirt, she started breathing heavily and a moan left het lips. The roar of the engine made sure the moan was not heard.
And then it stopped. Anna-Grace looked up and noticed they were in front of het house. It's not pouring anymore, but still raining. They were both already completely soaked. Owen killed the engine.
"Here you are Church-girl, safe and sound just like I told you"
Anna-Grace was a bit disorientated. The roar of the engine and the vibrations were gone. She could still feel the heat. She did not want to get up. But she couldn't stay.
She got up and looked a bit dazed. Owen looked at her.
"Are you Okay Church-girl?"
"Y-yes... Thank you"
"See you around Church-girl."
Anna Grace answered with a different tone almost flirty.
"It's Anna-Grace. But you can call me Church-Girl."
Owen smiled at her, starts his engine and rides of.
Something had changed in Anna-Grace. She knew she would never be the same again. That one ride had woken something in her. Something no sermon or prayer would ever remove again.
It had woken a desire. She was not sure yet of what. But she knew it was awake and she loved the feeling.