Biker's Virgin

“It’s me,” Zack replied.

I jumped to my feet and moved quickly to answer the door. Zack stood there, taking up the entire doorway with his impressive size. He was holding a large bag, and he pushed past me as though he didn’t want anyone else to see what was inside it.

“Where have you been all day?” I asked. “I thought we had training together.”

“We did,” Zack nodded. “Something came up.”

“Is it about Walter?” I asked.

“Uh… no,” Zack replied, and I wondered why he looked so awkward. “Actually, this has nothing to do with Walter.”

I stared at him, waiting for him to speak, but he didn’t seem to know where to begin. Finally, he replied by shoving the bag at me. “Here,” he said, by way of explanation.

“Please tell me Walter’s head is not in here?”

He almost smiled. “Just open it.”

Thoroughly confused, I opened the bag and peered inside. There were a couple of dresses hiding inside, and my confusion increased. “These are clothes,” I said.

“Yes.”

“Why are you giving me clothes?” I asked.

“Well, remember when we were talking yesterday by the tree?” Zack asked.

“Yes?”

“Well I just thought that you might benefit from an evening out,” he said. “You can get dressed up and experience a little freedom.”

“Oh,” I said, shocked and touched by the gesture.

“The thing is… with Walter on the loose, I can’t really let you go out on your own…”

“Ok?”

“So I’ll come with you,” Zack replied. “Just so that you’re protected.”

I felt a smile come on, but I held it back. It almost sounded like this was his roundabout attempt to ask me out on a date. Given what had happened between us in the training arena, this was the last thing I had expected from him.

“Wow… I… this is a surprise.”

“I just thought you might like it,” Zack said quickly. “We don’t have to go if you’re not into the idea.”

“No,” I said quickly. “I’m into the idea. You have no idea how nice it will be to get out.”

Zack nodded. “Ok then… we’ll leave at eight?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “Sounds good.”

Zack stood there awkwardly for a moment, and then he turned and walked out of my room. The smile broke through across my face, and I closed the door feeling buoyant. I knew it was silly of me to get so worked up over a casual night out, but I wondered if this was Zack’s way of swallowing his pride and treating me like I wanted to be treated.

“Slow down, Mila,” I told myself. “This might be exactly what he says it is.”

I opened the bag and pulled out the dresses that Zack had brought me for. There were three choices, and I studied them each carefully. The first dress was extremely sexy. It was a figure-hugging black strapless mini with an open back and cut out details on the side. The second dress was much more conservative. It was a pale, sea green dress with see-through sleeves that fell to the elbow.

The third dress fell somewhere in the middle. It was sexy without being overly obvious about it. It was a red off the shoulder mini dress that was fitted in the waist and chest and billowed slightly from the hips. I was immediately drawn to the red dress, and I held it up to my body, noticing that Zack had got the right size for me.

Impressed with his selection and the fact that he had brought me three dresses to choose from, I glanced at the clock. Eight o’clock was still an hour away, but I was so excited