He had to smile at the enthusiastic way Lottie mounted the bike. He had barely gotten the words out before she had her arms wrapped around him. It was a safety precaution, nothing romantic, so he could handle it. Even when she gave him a little squeeze, he could think of it as just a tightening of her grip.
The ride was going great. The Indian was responding well and he was picking up some very good speed. She might be more into cars then motorcycles, but he was going to make sure she knew the joy of riding a bike. It was going to be a really great run.
Then she said it was as good as sex.
If he had less experience on the Indian, they both would be hitting the ground hard. As it was, the bike shook slightly until he regained his composure and was able to stop smoothly and safely. He turned without getting off the motorcycle and looked at the Greek goddess.
“It’s b.. uh.. wha.. se.. um.. What?” He knew he had to be bright red at this point.