Softail Curves (A Big Girls & Bad Boys Erotic Romance

by D. H. Cameron

  I guess Becky enjoyed the way those guys treated her. It was always with kid gloves as if she was breakable. They fawned over her hoping that she might deem one of them worth of her presence and he might get the chance to have uninspired sex. Ug! I’d done that and it was boring. I guess I knew that but when Dutch came on to me and then made the effort to pursue me, not to mention our sexual encounter, I realized what I’d been missing.

  “You ready to go?” he asked and I nodded. He didn’t speak much, but that was kind of sexy too. As we walked through the buildings of my complex, Dutch led me out to the parking lot with his hand on the small of my back. He didn’t ask, he didn’t beg, he just did it. I liked that. As we approached the parking lot, I was glad I wore jeans. Dutch had brought his bike and a skirt would have been tricky at best.

  His bike was all black and chrome except for the gas tank and a few smaller parts that were a sparkling metallic blue. The tank had ghostly silver flames on its sides. I didn’t know anything about motorcycles but Dutch’s bike was long and sleek and looked powerful. The engine almost looked too big for the frame. However, it was beautiful and exactly what I expected.

  “I’ve never ridden a motorcycle. Is it scary?” I asked. Dutch turned and I half expected him to laugh or make fun of me.

  “It can be. I like to think of it as exhilarating. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” he told me. I nodded and he straddled the big bike. He strapped on his helmet, more like half a helmet, and then handed me another one. Mine was black like his, but it covered more of my head and had a small face shield. He helped me strap it on and then I climbed behind him. I admit I was a little scared as Dutch started up the bike.

  “Hold on!” was all he said and I slipped my arms around his torso and squeezed. Suddenly, the bike revved and I could feel the vibrations reverberate through my entire body and then we were off. I squeezed even tighter as Dutch weaved through the parking lot going way too fast in my opinion. He was probably actually going much slower that he could have. However, that was nothing compared to what it felt like when we hit the street.

  The bike roared down the boulevard and I tucked as close to Dutch as I could manage. My heart was racing a mile a minute and it felt as if my bones might rattle apart. Dutch looked over his shoulder and chuckled. “Not too scary,” was all he said before he cranked on the throttle and the bike went even faster. I screamed despite myself and I could feel Dutch laugh again. Soon though, we left the downtown area and as the traffic became lighter, I ventured a look over Dutch’s shoulder and felt the wind hit my face.

  Dutch seemed completely at ease as the pavement flew past under his tires. One wrong move and we’d probably be dead, but I trusted Dutch and his skill. His calm put me at ease and after a while, I was able to enjoy the ride. It was so different from riding in a car. Everything seemed so much closer and clearer and the wind hitting us as we rode was, well, exhilarating.

  Just as I was learning to love riding on the bike behind Dutch, however, he pulled off the highway and coasted to a stop in front of a bar. There were a dozen other motorcycles and a few pickup trucks out front and a neon sign glowed up on the roof. It read, “The Oasis.” It looked like an old general store with a covered wooden porch, wood shingle roof and peeling paint on the clapboard siding. Neon beer signs hung in the windows and I could hear rock music coming from the wide-open front door. All I could think as we climbed off the bike was, “Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore.”

  We went inside and I couldn’t help but feeling a little nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. Dutch wasn’t exactly forthcoming about what we were doing there. The only time I’d ever seen a place like this was in a movie and usually a fight broke out. However, inside the bar all my fears were quickly alleviated. It wasn’t the atmosphere that made me feel better. It was loud and rowdy in the bar. Smoke hung heavy in the air and the place smelled of beer. Most of the patrons looked scary, especially to a girl from the city who spent most of her time around urbanites.

  Even though the people looked scary, they weren’t. Dutch’s friends, a few couples and a handful of single guys, all dressed like Dutch for the most part, greeted us. They didn’t give me sideways glances or sneer at me as I’d seen the people at my favorite coffeehouse do when someone that didn’t quite fit in walked through the door. No, these people seemed to accept me without question. One big guy with arms as large as I’d ever seen even picked me up and hugged me as if I was child.

  His wife was quite large herself with breasts that were as big as the tank on Dutch’s motorcycle and barely contained behind her leather vest. Some of the guys I met looked rough and dirty. One was even missing several teeth. The other women in the small group were all pretty but in a natural sort of way. I was fairly sure none of them had seen the inside of a posh salon in quite a while and they all seemed to have a penchant for clothes that hugged their curves and showed off their bodies. Though a few were thin, many of the women were larger and seemed to wear that like a badge of honor.

  Nevertheless, everyone I met was friendly and accepting. I could only imagine what Becky might think of this bunch but I liked them. They were loose, fun and loud but they seemed like a family of sorts. I’m sure they had their drama but this was nothing like my friends. I hadn’t realized how uptight my circle of friends was until I met Dutch’s friends.

  Dutch and I took seats at a table with another couple. Dutch went to grab a round of beers leaving me alone with the couple. I couldn’t remember their names. I was inundated with names and faces when we walked in and there was no way I could retain them all. Thankfully, the couple reintroduced themselves.

  “I’m Locke and this is Sheila,” the guy said. He was completely bald but had a long, dark, scraggily beard tinged with grey. He had a ring in each ear, many tattoos and would have looked mean and dangerous except for his almost constant smile.

  “I’m Shauna. Glad to meet you...for real,” I said and extended my hand. Each of them shook my hand in turn. Sheila was a stunning redhead, tall and lean but with curves for days. Her breasts were obviously implants but she seemed proud of them if the leather halter she wore was any indication. It left them mostly exposed along with her own collection of tattoos. However, she was as warm and friendly as her husband.

  “Dutch told us he’d met a girl. You’re very pretty. Something tells me this is all new and a little overwhelming,” Sheila observed and I appreciated the compliment.

  “Thank you. Yeah, this is a little...different. I’ve never been in a place quite like this,” I admitted. Sheila looked around the room and then smiled.

  “It’s a bit of a dump, but it’s fun,” she said. Dutch returned with a bucket of beers, none of them light or low calorie, and four shots.

  “You trying to get Shauna and me drunk, Dutch?” Sheila asked jokingly. Dutch smiled at Sheila but didn’t say a word. He passed out the beers and a shot glass to each of us. I picked up the shot glass and sniffed. Oh my God! It was strong and smelled like cinnamon.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Cinnamon whiskey! It’s from the devil. So good but so dangerous,” Sheila said. Everyone got ready to down their shot and I followed suit. It’s not as if I’d never done shots, but usually they were pink or yellow with a cute name. Locke counted down, then they all downed the whiskey and a half second later, I did the same. I was surprised how good it tasted but I coughed as the whiskey burned my throat. They all laughed, even Dutch, as I recovered and took a swig of beer.

  “Smooth, huh?” Locke joked.

  “It’s not bad,” I said in a hoarse voice.

  “I can’t tell you how much trouble I’ve gotten into after a few of those,” Sheila told me.

  “I wish I could remember those nights, baby. From what you told me, I had fun,” Locke said. Dutch chuckled at that and I wondered if they were being serious. “Dutch, let’s leave the ladies alone and shoot a game,” Locke suggested. Dutch nodded and the two men got up. Dutch leaned over, slipped an
arm around me and gave me a deep kiss. I was surprised by the move but, damn, that felt nice.

  “I started a tab. Feel free to get my date drunk, Sheila,” Dutch said as he walked away. I looked at Sheila.

  “He’s joking...I think. He’s hard to read sometimes. But you know that don’t you?” Sheila said.

  “Yeah, he doesn’t talk much,” I said. Dutch and Locke wound up playing darts and Sheila and I talked.

  “He’ll open up. That’s just his way. So, where are you from?” Sheila asked. I told her I lived in the city and a little about myself. She seemed mildly surprised. “What are you doing here with Dutch?” she asked curiously.

  “He came on to me and...well, I don’t know. He’s good-looking but not really the type of guy I usually go for. I’m kind of along for the ride,” I told her.

  “I know what you mean. I’ve been along for the ride for years now but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I hope you don’t mind, but you don’t seem like one of those uppity city girls,” Shelia told me.

  “I’m beginning to wonder about that myself,” I answered honestly.

  “Why is that?” she asked.

  “A lot of my friends talk about being so tolerant but I promise you, if you walked in the room they would look down their nose at you. My girlfriend, Becky, lectured me about Dutch. He came to my apartment and we ended up, you know, and she told me she thought I was better than that. I just wanted to have some fun, do something different and she acted like I’d broken the law,” I told Sheila.

  “Yeah, I know the type. I get that all the time. When I tell the people I work with what I do on weekends, a lot of them judge me. I don’t care though. Fuck’em. You’d probably never guess but I’m a legal aide. I wear little cute little skirts, blouses and heels to work,” Sheila admitted.

  “I wouldn’t have.” I told her.

  “That’s not me, though. Here, I can be myself. I like dressing like this. I love getting a little fucked up and taking Locke home and letting him have his way with me. I love riding my bike. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I know people like your friends. They seem to spend more time worrying about how to fit in with the crowd than just being themselves. You don’t seem like that though,” Shelia told me.

  “I don’t think I am. I just didn’t realize that my so-called friend would act the way she did,” I said and then for some reason told Sheila what Dutch and I did last weekend. I felt comfortable with her. I knew she wasn’t going to judge me. She listened and even smiled excitedly at the good parts.

  “You liked it, didn’t you?” she asked.

  “Yeah. I can’t believe I found it so satisfying even though Dutch left me hanging like that. And the way Dutch looked at me...wow!” I told Sheila honestly. I still got all warm inside when I remembered that night.

  “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Shauna. I’m all for women’s rights, girl power and all that but in bed, I love it when Locke takes over. Some women might like being in control, but I don’t get it. I like being his plaything. I love it when he holds me down and gives it to me. I love being his biker bitch and submitting to him. Locke’s a nice guy, easy going and a lot of fun but when he gets that look in his eye, I think you know the one I mean, I get all wet and weak in the knees,” Sheila explained and I knew I blushed.

  She put words to everything I’d been feeling. I wanted that too and Dutch had given it to me. He took control and satisfying him was enough. I didn’t want to be equal in bed. I didn’t want to discuss what a guy wanted and give him permission. I wanted a guy to take what he wanted from me, not plead with me. That was more exciting and satisfying that anything a guy could do for me physically. Dutch had shown me what that was like and Sheila let me know I wasn’t alone in that desire. Becky could keep her polite metrosexuals. I wanted a man to take control and take me along for the ride.

  “Wow! That’s exactly how I feel,” I replied. Shelia smiled and took my hand.

  “You want to have some fun, Shauna?” she asked. I wondered what she meant and for a moment, I hesitated. However, I reminded myself that here I wasn’t going to be judged.

  “Sure, what do you have in mind?” I asked. Sheila got a devilish grin, stood and pulled me along behind her.

  “Body shots!” was all she said as we went to the bar. I wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but then Sheila pulled off her halter top setting her big breasts free and then kicked off her heels and shimmied out of her tight jeans. I watched her undress, completely caught off guard. What the hell was she doing? I was glad she stopped before removing her panties. She called over to the bartender as she climbed onto the bar and asked for a bottle of Kahlua. Some of the patrons began to gather around us.

  Sheila lay down on the bar in only her panties. She took the bottle, opened it and poured some of the liqueur over her naked torso. “Body shots. Come get some and don’t be shy,” she told me. Then Sheila took one of her breasts in her hand and began sucking her own nipple. I watched and giggled. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

  Then Dutch was behind me. I turned and looked at him and he nodded his head towards Sheila. This was all so crazy but suddenly, I wanted to lick the booze of Sheila’s naked body because Dutch wanted me too. I took a deep breath, turned to Shelia and began slurping the coffee flavored liquor from her torso. I could hardly believe I was doing it. As I licked and sucked the Kahlua from Sheila, more people gathered around us and began to shout and cheer.

  I ran my tongue over Sheila’s pale skin, sucking the puddles from her tummy. Then began licking her breasts and sucking her nipples. God, it was exciting doing something so naughty in front of all these people. I’d cleaned up most of the Kahlua from Sheila when she sat up, took my face in her hands and kissed me. “You’re turn!” she said as her lips left mine and I would have been shocked at the kiss if I wasn’t terrified by her suggestion.

  “No, no, no!” I said, but Locke and Dutch tossed me up in the counter next to Sheila and she began pulling my top off. Next, my bra came off and I was topless. I wanted to cover up but the people gathered around us, both men and women, cheered loudly. I felt self-conscious but I couldn’t deny that this was arousing. Then Shelia wrapped her lips around one of my nipples and poured Kahlua down my heavy breast and into her mouth.

  It felt nice the way she sucked and bit my nipple as the cool liquid ran down my naked breast. She gathered a mouthful and then she kissed me again. This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth and we shared the shot of liquor. I was lost in the excitement and my hands found their way to Sheila’s big tits. We kissed long after the Kahlua was gone, our tongues playing between our lips. Finally, she pulled away and hugged me. I hugged her back.

  “You did good!” she whispered in my ear and then she turned to Dutch and said, “Your turn.” Sheila, poured Kahlua between my breasts as I held them together and Dutch drank the liquor as it ran down the valley between my tits. Then Dutch began sucking one of my nipples as he pinched the other. Damn, that was hot. I lifted his head up and kissed him. His hands squeezed my breasts and then massaged the ample flesh of my hips. After a moment, I pulled away.

  “Will you let me come tonight, daddy?” I asked loud enough for everyone to hear. I didn’t care who heard. I was turned on and I wanted to come. If I had to call Dutch daddy, so be it.

  “Damn right!” he said. The crowd around us howled and hollered at that. By the time, I got off the bar, Locke and several other people had done shots off my naked torso as well as Shelia’s. We became quite popular. However, when the Kahlua was gone, Sheila and I got off the bar and went back to our table still topless with Dutch and Locke in tow. The crowd wasn’t happy. Before we sat down, Sheila hugged me again.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not a lesbian but pretty girls are hard to resist. I like playing around,” she said and then kissed me. Our tongues danced between our mouths and then we parted. I wasn’t sure what I was doing but I couldn’t believe how much fun it was.

  “I know. It was fu
n, thanks,” I said. Locke tossed us each a moist towel he’d grabbed from the bar and Sheila and I cleaned up and dressed. We spent a few hours drinking and talking but as I got more and more buzzed, all I could think of was fucking Dutch’s brains out. Finally, Sheila ended my torment.

  “Baby, take me home and fuck me,” she said to her husband and Locke didn’t need to be asked twice.

  “Duty calls. It was a blast. I’m so happy we met you, Shauna,” Locke said. I hugged him and kissed his cheek.

  “You too,” I told him and then turned to Shelia. I kissed her this time, slipping my tongue into her mouth. It was fun, but I think I understood. The boys liked watching it and it got them fired up. I even reached down and squeezed her round ass for the guys benefit.

  “You want to come home with us?” Locke asked and Shelia laughed. I wasn’t quite sure if he was serious or not and Sheila did nothing to help me figure it out.

  “No, daddy owes me,” I said as I slipped from Sheila’s arms and into Dutch’s. I heard a low growl from him as he wrapped me up in his arms. We finished saying our goodbyes and Locke and Shelia left. Dutch and I were right behind them. I watched as the couple rode off, each on their own bike, and then I climbed behind Dutch. As soon as we had our helmets on, I asked, “You OK to drive?”

  “I’m cool. Locke and I’ve been sandbagging for the last hour while you and Sheila have been getting messed up,” Dutch said. He was right. I wasn’t fall down drunk but I was feeling pretty good. Dutch fired up his bike and then we roared off. This time I held on tight but I didn’t hide behind Dutch. I let the wind hit my face and it was amazing.

  I slipped my hand down the front of Dutch’s jeans and found his cock. I squeezed and fondled it as we rode. At a red light, I told him, “Now I get why bikers always have a woman behind them.”

  Dutch looked over his shoulder and smiled. “Our secrets out,” he said. The ride home was kind of a blur. Between the booze and the excitement of riding on Dutch’s bike, we were back at my apartment before I knew it. I led Dutch to my apartment and told him to have a seat once we were inside. I got naked immediately. I didn’t care at that point; I was going to get laid.