The Road to Yesterday
By Cleo Taurus
She loved this time of year, fall in New Hampshire. The
leaves were so many different hues of gold, browns, reds and greens; it was as
if God just ran a multicolored paint brush over the entire area. Sitting on the
Harley I200, a bike so many thought was too powerful for her to handle, she
traveled down the road, her mind awash in memories. It was here, in this quiet
little corner of the world, where she grew up, had her first kiss, and rode her
first motorcycle. It was on the back of Jacob Miller’s soft panel, the rumbling
between her legs making her hot and horny for the eighteen-year-old boy. When
he’d pulled over, parking the bike near a field of daisies and kissed her, she’d
melted in his arms. It was only the fact that she was a scared little virgin that
stopped it from going too far. She knew, even then, Jacob wasn't the one who
would pop her cherry. That was meant for someone else. She just hadn't met him
yet.
The curves and twists of the road brought her attention back
to the here and now. Miranda concentrated on keeping the massively powerful
bike upright. Her leather-clad body and the black helmet could only offer so
much protection, and the last thing she wanted to do was wipe out in the middle
of nowhere. This road was hardly used,
and if she got hurt she could lay for hours before someone found her. When she’d
started this trek, it hadn't been in her mind to use any bike but his. It would
have been easier to use her lady Harley, as Jed used to call her purple bike,
rolling his eyes every time she pulled up next to him. In his mind, any bike
painted anything other than black with silver chrome was a girly bike. It took
her a month to learn how to handle his motorcycle, but once she’d mastered it,
Miranda never rode hers again.
She rode for hours, covering all the places she and Jed had
once passed; the biker bars, the house the two had shared once upon a time, and
the motel where she finally became a woman. Jed was patient and kind with her
that first time, but after that, his dominance came out. Miranda loved when he
tied her up in knots, keeping her on edge for hours, finally allowing her to
come. He was her Master, her lover, her husband, her soul.
There, up in the distance, was the place she was looking
for. Pulling over, she took off the helmet, her long blonde hair cascading down
her back like a silken waterfall. Miranda shook her head, pushed down the
kickstand, and threw her leg over the bike. Standing there, she opened her mind
to all the thoughts she hadn't allowed in a year. How he would love to toss her
over the bike, spread her legs and fuck her till she screamed his name, the
sound of her pleasure echoing down the valley. Jed loved to hear his name from
her lips, and always, it was what she cried out as she came for him. Her body
would shake from the passion of having his hands on her and the way he would
paddle her ass until it was black and blue, then spread her ass cheeks and take
her hard and fast. How many times had she heard, “Don’t come yet,
Miranda.” She couldn't even put a number to it. Jed fucked her wherever and
whenever he wanted, and she never said no to him. She was programmed to only
his touch, only his commands. That was deliberate on his part, and God help any
man who ever put a hand on her. She was HIS, and no one touched what was HIS.
Miranda reached into the saddlebag, and pulled out the brass
and gold urn. She held it close to her heart as tears started to run down her
cheeks. She was brave, he always told her so. Jed was so proud of his girl, and
now, she hoped he was going to be proud of her one last time. It was hard to
believe, it was only a year ago that the van hit him head on, she could still
remember seeing his body go flying off his bike, and never would she forget the
sound of his body hitting then bouncing off the hot concrete of the road. Her
screams then weren't ones of pleasure, but of a woman seeing her future die in
front of her eyes. Miranda cradled him in his arms as he took his last breath,
and then felt her own heart shattering. It took months for her to begin to feel
anything again, and when his buddies brought his fixed Harley to her, she broke
down for the first time since his death. It was then that she made her plans.
Now, standing in the place where her future ended, she
opened up the top of the urn and tipped it, letting the ashes of her past fly
into the wind. Watching as Jed flew to the heavens, she wiped her tears
for the last time. “It’s been a year Jed,” she murmured quietly, “and I've
missed you every second of every day, but now it’s time for me to find my
future again. I will always love you, but I can’t mourn you anymore. I need to
move on,” she put the lid back on the urn and packed it away, “and I need to
find joy again.”
Miranda kissed the tips of her fingers and held them up,
kissing her Jed for the last time. Climbing back on his bike, she rode away,
the road to yesterday now becoming the road to the future.
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