"Incandescent"

This day had gotten a whole lot better with Brenda on the back of my bike. I turned a corner from the residential areas, and we were now cruising through the streets of Beverly Hills. I put the music on as Brenda's arms wrapped tighter around my lean stomach as I picked up the speed. I think I even ran a few red lights. The fresh air of the day was no match for Brenda's sweet vanilla scent. The sexy flesh of her legs peeked out from behind me and it just made me rev the bike that much faster. I took a sharp turn but by the way she gripped around my waist I could tell I was freaking her out.

"How you doin' back there!" I yelled

"Great, this is great," she called out nervously.

"You want me to slow down?"

"Well… actually, I might have just caught a bug in my mouth but I'm not sure," she called ridiculously against the wind.

I laughed and smiled widely which is unlike me, and slowed down anyway even though she didn't ask me to.

"No, go faster!" she called back.

"You sure?!" I yelled

"Yeah!"

I felt her hands grip me even tighter but trustingly so I revved it and we continued on. If a cop was around I would definitely get ticketed.

It was just us on my bike with my music cranked up high. My tires against the rode felt like a rollercoaster the way the earth seemed to be pulsing up and down beneath us. Her scent, and the speed of my bike was an adrenaline rush I hadn't felt in a long time... even surfing didn't feel this good.

I didn't want the ride to end but I could see Troy Russo salon getting closer ahead. I began to slow and pulled up sharply to the curb stopping the engine abruptly. Brenda's arms were still wrapped around me for what felt like dear life.

"Here we are," I said behind me.

"Yeah, here we are."

"You ok?"

"Sure that was great."

I couldn't quite gauge her response from that.

"She hits the turns kind of sharp, but that's why she's one of a kind."

"Who is?" Brenda asked nervously.

"The bike." I smiled again, tapping it proudly.

"Oh right, yeah It's definitely some bike…" Brenda took her helmet off now. I was already off the bike. I watched as she shook that hair out. The hair was a mess but damn she was turning me on with it. It was all I could do to not get back on the bike with her and wrap those legs around my waist, but we were on a public street and I needed to control myself.

I offered Brenda a hand as she got off the bike shakily, and sort of dizzy like. I could tell her knees were a little wobbly. I helped her catch her balance a bit as she stepped up on the curb.

"Whoah, you alright?"

Brenda smiled, like she hadn't just almost tripped.

"Yeah, sorry I guess I just umm you know…"

"It takes some getting used to it."

"It was fine." She looked me in the eyes now. She had really pretty blue eyes. We stood in front of each other on the street. Brenda folded her arms and broke our gaze as she turned and looked at the salon windows next to us.

"Dylan, this is Troy Russo," she said as if I didn't know.

"That it is." I had forgotten for a moment why we were even here.

"It's so expensive, we can't go here."

I made a face and grabbed her hand now, pulling her along with me not bothering to answer that. I pushed open the glass doors to the salon and a waft of chemical hair smell hit us in the face.

Brenda came in behind me actually looking petrified and in total awe. Troy Russo is one of the fanciest salons in Beverly Hills. I knew she'd get a kick out of it.

The salon had sparkling chandeliers and exotic atmospheric music playing. On the walls were abstract paintings, and there were a bunch of snooty people getting their hair done inside. Serious faced stylists were chopping and flipping hair as if they were performing open heart surgery.

"Dylan, Is that you!"

"Hey Troy!" I called out

"I haven't seen you in ages, you need a cut?" Troy called out as he handed the woman in his chair a mirror.

"Uhh, I don't but umm…" I didn't know how to approach the subject of Brenda's hair. I honestly didn't know what Brenda wanted him to do with it.

Troy approached us now and as if he could read my mind he took Brenda's hand and then fluffed her hair.

"Mmm honey, look at you. I can't wait to get my hands on this," Troy said with his thick accent as he gripped Brenda's hair passionately.

"You can help me?" Brenda asked cautiously.

"Honey it's what I live for. I've been waiting for a moment like this. Mmm when I'm done with you you're going to feel so alive." Troy spun Brenda around now in a little circle. Brenda beamed, and I could tell she knew she was in good hands, but just not mine yet.

"Dylan thank you for bringing her to me." He gave Brenda an air kiss

"No problem Troy."

"You'll be next ok honey." Troy assured Brenda.

"Ok," Brenda nodded and smiled. Troy pinched her cheek and then walked off excitedly I guess to get ready for Brenda's hair.

"So how do you know Troy Russo?" Brenda asked, amazed as I walked her over to the waiting area.

"These different women my father was dating used to get their hair done here all the time. My dad used to make me go with them, so I could drive them home since he'd be too busy to take them or pick them up."

"Wow…" Brenda said that as if she didn't really believe these women were my father's girlfriends. I'm not a liar though.

"So, umm I'm glad I bumped into you today." Now I felt nervous making conversation, as we sat down together.

"Me too…" Brenda looked at me now with those big wide eyes. We gazed at each other another moment, but before I could answer her back, Troy was lifting her up and dancing her over to his stylist chair. Brenda turned back and smiled at me as he did so. I watched as Troy sat her down, and then placed a black smock over her. Troy began to lift Brenda's hair up up and down letting it fall down his hands like a waterfall. He shook his head dramatically as he did so and was mumbling something to himself. Brenda glanced shyly back at me still in the waiting area and grinned. I nodded my head back at her and grinned too. I could tell now by the way Troy was grabbing a bunch of the other stylists around to gawk at Brenda's hair, that I was in for a few hours here. I grabbed a magazine, and sat back.

Waiting in Troy Russo for Brenda to be finished didn't exactly feel like waiting though. I could have sat here all day if it meant I got to be in the same room as her.

"Dylan…" I looked up from a PEOPLE magazine article about Paula Abdul and there was Brenda. She was her again, with a gorgeous head of silky dark brunette hair, shining as if every strand was made from crystals.

"Umm, who are you, cause I'm looking for a girl with some kind of thing on her head, I think it was some type of hair like plant actually. Brenda, Brenda…" I called out around her playfully.

Brenda deservingly hit my magazine with her sneaker. "Very funny."

I tossed the magazine on the leather bench I was sitting on, and stood up now. In front of me was the most beautiful girl in Beverly Hills. I couldn't let her know how hot she looked yet though.

"So what do you think?" Brenda asked, smiling happily.

"It's not bad, but I do sort of miss that other umm way you had it…"

Brenda folded her arms, clearly not amused.

"Well I don't," she said matter of factly

"This is nice too though." Daringly I picked up a freshly done strand by her ear, and it slid off my hand like liquid silk. Brenda eyed my hand as I did so turning her head to it and then our eyes met again.

I stared at her a moment. "Actually I think it looks incandescent..." I finally said, not breaking her gaze.

#

We were back on my bike driving through the streets of Beverly Hills. It was twilight now. We'd been at the salon all day.

"Make sure you keep the helmet on tight!" I called back to Brenda as we drove.

"Why's that?!" Brenda yelled back.

"I wouldn't want to have you take right back to Troy Russo!"

Brenda smacked me against my gut, but I could tell she was laughing under the helmet.

This time the ride went too fast. I didn't want to take her home, but she was Brandon's sister, and if he saw the way his little sister had her thighs pressed up against the side of my bike, Brandon would surely kick my ass hard, and I would definitely deserve it.

Reluctantly, I pulled up to Brandon's crib and cut the engine.

Brenda got off the bike more confidently now, and stood in front of me. She took the helmet off and shook her hair. It looked amazing. Under the streetlamp she was shining. Who was this new girl in Beverly Hills, and how the hell did I get so lucky to have her wind up on my bike?

"Thanks Dylan." She handed me the helmet.

"You definitely don't need it anymore," I teased her some more.

She blushed, "Ha ha."

I didn't want the day to end and I didn't want to take her home, but I had to keep reminding myself she was Brandon's sister and I better take her home.

"So umm are you supposed to be home by now, " I asked anyway despite myself.

She didn't answer yet, and just looked at me, then back up at her house.

"I should go in, they'll start wondering what happened to me," she finally said.

I nodded, "So I'll see you around then…"

"Yeah, at school." Brenda answered quickly as she shook her head confidently. My eyes couldn't help but travel down her body again. She was driving me insane in that little workout outfit.

" 'Kay, I'll be looking forward to it."

"Me too. Thanks Dylan,"

"Anytime…" I gunned the engine now, I had to get out of here before Brandon sees her out here with me.

"So, I guess I owe you a favor now…" Brenda said absurdly, as she immediately started blushing crazy. I could see it even in the hazy glow of the early evening.

I didn't know how to answer that without sounding like a perv so I just grinned like a mad man. Then she sweetly waved "bye" at me with her fingers and turned to walk up the lawn towards her front door.

I watched as that round little ass spun around in those tiny shorts, and those pretty legs walked her up the slight hill the Walsh house sits on. I should have walked her to the door, but I was too busy gawking at her. She looked back at me on the bike when she was close to the front door, and stopped and waved again. Then she was out of sight.

I didn't leave right away. I took in the sight of what looked like the Walsh's freshly cut front lawn. The sharp grass blades looked wet and dewey underneath the street lamp.

I couldn't argue that it was a beautiful California night with an orangey gold colored sunset in the west.

I gunned the engine now and took off, but I could still taste the sweet vanilla in the air.