In the last decade, I had not seen any woman more than once. It was one of my rules. I had not received the phone numbers of any of the women I had sex with. It was another rule of mine. Having the ability to call a woman and have her come suck my cock or fuck me would create temptation to do just that. I’m tempted enough by simply living life, and I wasn’t interested in making my life any more difficult than it already was.
Going to see Avery a second time wasn’t breaking a rule of mine, but it was certainly out of character for me. As long as I wasn’t fucking her, I was convinced I had no rule in place to prevent me from seeing her. I, not unlike other men, tend to try and find a way to manipulate rules to allow a loophole big enough to slide through without being able to be criticized for having broken it.
In being honest with myself, I found Avery to be an extremely interesting person. If she were a man, I could see us developing a solid friendship. The fact she had a pussy between her legs made things fractionally more difficult. A man having a friend with a pussy is like a wolf being friends with a chicken.
Not impossible, but highly fucking unlikely.
“No, she said it was like riding an eight-hundred-pound vibrator. She said she was soaked when she got to town. And never heard of Winfield, huh? You lying fucker,” Avery said.
I shook my head lightly. “I was joking. Yeah, we’re based out of Winfield. I prefer the small town atmosphere; it makes life simple.”
“Well, now you know. Or if you don’t, I’ll guess I’ll tell ya. Sloan and I both live there. We’re roommates. I drive back and forth to this shit-hole to work, but I’m going to move here when school’s out, and she’s coming with me. I like the excitement of a large city.”
“Grow up in a small town?” I asked.
“Yep, Marietta, Ohio,” she responded.
“Hell, never heard of it. Marietta, Georgia, I’ve heard of that one, but not Marietta, Ohio. How big is it?”
“About the size of Winfield, 13,000 people maybe,” she said.
I felt a little relief knowing she would be moving in a matter of weeks. Having her in Winfield, and knowing it, would make not seeing her more difficult. Having her live in a city of 400,000, and being twenty-five miles away would be better for us both.
I chuckled. “Big city life will be an exciting change, I’m sure. And an eight-hundred-pound vibrator, huh?”
She nodded her head and laughed. “That’s what she said. I’d really need to tell you what else she said, but…”
I leaned into the bar and lightly pressed my right fist into my left palm. As I rested my chin on top of my clenched fist, I cocked one eyebrow. “Let’s hear it.”
She looked around the bar. “Give me a minute, I might.”
As she held her index finger in the air, she turned and walked away. After mixing a drink, she carried it to the other end of the bar and handed it to a man who was nursing his last sip from the glass on the bar in front of him. Completely the opposite of most every other biker I had ever met, I’d never been a man who preferred a little meat on the bones of my women. Given an opportunity to decide on my own, my preference was a thin attractive woman with small tits. Watching Avery walk to the other end of the bar was nothing short of painful. Yet more proof I had almost no business continuing with this little friendship we were developing.
As she turned around from her short visit with the man, she wadded up a napkin, stood firm, and shot it like a basketball at the trashcan which was almost twenty feet away. As the ball of paper fell directly into the center of the can, she pumped her fist alongside her hip.
Early spring in Kansas can bring snow, ninety degree days, or a tornado. It’s anyone’s guess and changes from day to day. Today, thankfully, was clear skies, sunshine, and almost eighty degrees. Avery was dressed in shorts, a baseball tee, and canvas sneakers. As she quickly walked back to the end of the bar where I was seated, I found myself admiring her.
Get your shit and go, Slice. This girls gonna cause nothing but trouble for you, and for the club.
As she stepped in front of me, she pushed her hands into her rear pockets and twisted her hips playfully. “So, wanna hear it?”
No, truthfully, I want to leave. If I stay here much longer I’m going to make a mistake.
“Huh?” I stammered as I snapped the rubber band against my wrist twice.
“You want me to tell you what else she said?” she asked as she twisted back and forth.
You cute little bitch.
“Sure,” I said as I continued to stare at her tanned legs and smooth skin.
She s=coughed a laugh. “Your boy Cash has a choad.”
“A what?” I laughed as I sat up straight.
“A choad. It’s a short fat cock. I guess it was about as big around as her wrist, and from what she said, it might have been an inch long. Maybe. Basically, she said it’s this huge head, and no shaft at all,” she giggled as she clamped her thumb and forefinger around her wrist and made a fist.
“Choad?” I chuckled.
“Yep, a choad. Short fatty. Look it up,” she said.
“Hell, I believe you. Just haven’t heard that one,” I responded.
She closed her eyes momentarily and started laughing. As she got the laugh down to a light chuckle, she continued.
“So I guess she’s all wet from the ride, and thinking she wants this Cash guy to fuck her. So they go to his house, and he’s all acting like he’s going to fuck her brains out. He’d been telling her that as they rode slowly through town to his house. I’m going to fuck you ragged, he told her. She said he ripped off his pants like he had no idea he had this fat little mushroom head thing going on. She said she looked down at it, thinking it was soft, and when it got hard she’d be in for a hell of a ride, because it’s so fucking fat you know?” She paused, shrugged, and started laughing uncontrollably.
Her continued laughing and my thinking of the situation caused me to begin to laugh. As I chuckled at the thought of Cash’s choad, she finally continued her story.
“So, she said she got down on her knees and started sucking, and realized that was it. She said deep throating him would be taking the head in her mouth, because there was nothing else. No shaft. Seriously, when she told me the story we were at Taco Bell. I spit out my fucking burrito. No lie, right on the table. I almost pissed my pants. Sloan’s my best friend, don’t get me wrong. But she really, really, really likes cock; the bigger the better. And this dude pulls out the head, and it’s the size of a fucking apple, but that’s all he’s got.”
“So what happened?” I asked as I wiped the tears from my eyes.
“That’s the funny part. Sloan’s kinda like me. She doesn’t really pull any punches. Maybe that’s why we’re friends. But she’s not like mean. She said when she realized it was hard, and all of an inch long, she spit it out and got like grossed out. She said she stood up and pointed at it, and just started laughing. Like uncontrollably.” She paused and began giggling again.
“And your boy Cash acts like he had no idea. So she left; like walked home. That kind of left. The I’m walking home kind,” she said.
“Holy shit,” I said as I shook my head.
“Yeah, that’s kinda what I said. Holy shit. So, anyway. That was her first ride. She’d never been on the back of a bike. And now? She’s hooked. It’s all she can talk about. And, just so you know, she’ll probably start stalking your man Otis. She’s guessing there’s no way he’s got a choad.”
“Stalking, huh? That’s probably not a healthy thing to do. And good luck finding him, he kind of keeps to himself,” I said flatly as I looked around the bar.
“Oh, Cash showed her where your clubhouse is,” she responded.
That dumb little cocksucker.
I tightened my jaw, and leaned into the bar. “Well, it’s no fucking secret. We ride in and out of there all damned day, but the clubhouse is off limits to outsiders. Without an invitation, no one’s allowed but members. If anyone comes there without pri
or approval, they’ll be escorted off the premises.”
“Sore subject?” she said.
I shook my head. “Club business is the club’s business, not public business. It’s a private club. If she finds Otis and fucks him, I don’t give a shit. Hell they can run off and get married for all I care, but she can’t come to the clubhouse without an invitation.”
“Okay, I’ll tell her. I didn’t know it was like a secret,” she said apologetically.
To explain to Avery my disappointments in Cash’s big mouth would make the club seem to be a little too eager, almost desperate, in the selection of Cash as a Prospect. To me, any club business was the club’s business. It wasn’t a huge thing that Cash had told Sloan where the clubhouse was, and we didn’t keep the location a secret from the public. It didn’t change the fact that I thought Cash was an immature waste of the club’s time. He had until August to show his ability to be an asset to the club. In my opinion, he’d need to change quickly.
I took a deep breath through my nose and exhaled. I studied her for a short moment and then responded. “It’s not. There are rules and we have bylaws in place. One is admittance into the premises of the club. It’s prohibited. The rules are a requirement, not a recommendation. Nothing against Cash, but it probably wasn’t very wise of him to show her where the clubhouse was and not tell her the rule regarding visitation.”
“Okay. Well, that doesn’t sound as bad. I’m not trying to get him in trouble, but I just thought if maybe you had some kind of new members must have an actual cock requirement; he’d like be out of the picture,” she said.
“We don’t. But don’t worry, you’ve done a good job of burning a mental image into my mind of his choad,” I said.
More than likely my entire problem with Cash was his immature behavior. Typically, with age comes maturity. Although he was thirty years old, he was extremely immature. As I sat and became angry at his childish decisions and behavior, I realized Avery was a senior in college. She, too, would be immature by mere design. Her lack of exposure in life would cause her to lack the maturity I’d need to even allow me to expose myself to her without placing the club at risk. As much as I enjoyed looking at her, and truly enjoyed talking to her, I knew what was in the club’s best interest. I stood from the stool, stretched reached into the pocket of my jeans.
“How much for the burger?” I asked.
Her eyes widened. “You leaving?”
“Yeah, I need to get back. I’ve got a business deal to finish putting together. Hell, I’ve been here for two hours. Time got away from me,” I said as I looked at my watch.
“Wasn’t anything I said?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house,” she said.
I pulled a twenty from my wallet and slid it below the cardboard coaster underneath my glass of water. “Well, this is your tip. Thanks.”
“I suppose I’ll see ya the next time I see ya,” she said as she pushed her hands into the back pockets of her shorts.
If you only knew…
As she started twisting her hips again, I almost sat back down. Avery was attractive, and would be so to any man. Her personality and her actions, however, made her almost irresistible. As she rocked from side-to-side and smiled, I started to lose myself in thoughts of my childhood, and my girlfriend at the time, Shellie. She was a cheerleader in school, and until she fucked the quarterback, and I ended up in jail for beating his ass, our time together was all memorable. She was probably my only real love. The only recollections I had of actually enjoying time with a woman involved her solely.
I stared at Avery, pulled against the rubber band, and released it into my wrist.
Snap!
I pulled against it again, held it, and stared down at her sneakers.
Snap!
“I appreciate it,” I said.
She grinned and nodded her head, unaware of what I truly meant.
I scanned her body from head to toe, and back up again slowly. I pulled the rubber band again, tightened my jaw in anticipation, and released it into my wrist.
With a mental image of her still burned into my brain, I turned and walked to the door.
As I pulled the door open, I chuckled at my increased vocabulary.
Choad.
As I walked to my bike I wondered if there was a name for one as big as your wrist and nine inches long. I threw my leg over the bike knowing I’d never know if there was; at least not from Avery.
There was no way in hell I could ever fuck her once and walk away.
None whatsoever.
Chapter 9
AVERY
In my observation, I realized Axton snapped the rubber band against his wrist when he was uncomfortable or troubled. Initially I was going to ask why, but later decided there was probably more value in my keeping my mouth shut and seeing if there was some type of pattern to his behavior. After watching for some time, I believed he did it even more when he was tempted to do something he felt would be better left undone.
When he came to the bar the second time, I noticed he did it when I did my innocent little naïve school girl pose. There was no other reason, no awkward discussions, and nothing I said had pissed him off. But each time I put my hands in the pockets of my shorts and swiveled my hips, he snapped his rubber band repeatedly. Probably out of nervous habit more than anything.
I attempted to do as much research on the club as I could, but found very little to read. There was a website for the Selected Sinners Motorcycle Club, listing Slice as President, Stacey as Vice President, Mike as Treasurer, Fancy as the Secretary, Hollywood as the Road Captain, and Otis as the Sergeant at Arm’s. The website listed the bylaws, and Axton wasn’t joking about the clubhouse. The rules regarding Ol’ Ladies were pretty clear in that respect. I desperately wanted to know about the club, but even more, I wanted to know as much as I could about Axton.
“I can’t believe they’ve been here all along, and we never knew,” I shouted over my shoulder as I closed the window on the computer.
“I know. God, I want another ride. Not with that weirdo Cash, but with one of ‘em. I bet that Otis dude is freaking hung,” Sloan hollered from the bathroom.
I rolled my eyes in agreement, knowing she didn’t necessarily expect a response.
“You know,” she said.
“They say you can tell about a guy’s cock from his hands, feet, and confidence. Otis’ hands are huge, and his feet are huge. But Axton? God he’s hot. And it freaking creeps me out that he’s so confident. The way he walks, he acts like he could just beat anyone’s ass that’s dumb enough to get in his way. I bet his cock’s a freaking foot long,” she yelled.
I leaned back into the stool and smiled at what she said. I felt the same way, but hadn’t expressed it. Axton’s confidence was apparent in his walk alone. The look on his face, his stride, and his demeanor screamed do not fuck with me. He looked like a wind-up toy when he walked, there was a certain rhythm to the steps he took, and the process repeated itself roughly every six or so steps. As I watched him walk I wondered if it was a conscious thing, or something that simply happened.
I decided it was just Axton. I liked thinking of him that way.
“What in the fuck is on your nose?” I asked as Sloan walked out of the bathroom.
Although she had attempted to wrap herself in a towel, it was painfully obvious there was far too much of her to try and cover with the shitty little towels we had in the apartment. With all of her ass and a good part of her pussy peeking out the bottom, her boobs were bulging out of the top. She could cover one of the areas, but definitely not both. She stopped and touched the side of her nose with the tip of her finger delicately.
“It’s freaking sore.” She winced as she pressed her fingertip into the edge of her nose.
“You pierced it?” I squealed as I bounced from the chair.
“Uh huh,” she responded.
“When? Why?” I asked a
s I moved my face closer to her nose.
“I went to Tracy’s.”
I leaned away from her nose and stared at her. “The jewelry shop?”
“Uh huh,” she said.
“You dumb ass. They pierced it with a gun, didn’t they?” I asked.
“Uh huh.”
“You dumb ass.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head lightly. We had discussed getting our noses pierced when we moved to Wichita, because they had actual piercing shops which pierced with needles the proper way, and not with guns. From what we had read on the internet, and learned from asking around, having your nose pierced with a gun intended to pierce ears with was a no-no, and could possibly cause infection and trauma.
“Why didn’t you wait?” I said.
“I dunno. I wanted those guys to like me. I thought if I had it now, maybe they’d see me differently,” she whined.
I raised my clenched fist to my mouth, coughed, and rolled my eyes. “You want ‘em to like you? Seriously? Wear your new sixty dollar bra, they’ll love you. Jesus, go get dressed before something falls out of that towel.”
I watched as she stumbled to the bedroom, touching her nose with her finger the entire way. I sat down at the desk and peered through the door as she got dressed, knowing if I had her huge titties, everyone would love me.
No doubt.
God, if I just had half those tits, I’d have Axton begging me…
I stood up, walked to the bathroom, and stared at myself in the mirror. I turned to the side and tried to imagine myself with boobs. As I sucked in my nonexistent stomach and tried to force my flat ass to look round, she stepped into the doorway.
“What are you freaking doing?” she giggled.
I turned my head and smiled. “Trying to imagine myself with tits and a little ass.”
“Your tits are perfect, and you have a cute little ass.”
“I look like a boy,” I said.
“A hot fucking boy,” she said as she reached over my shoulder for the blow dryer.
“So I do. I look like a boy, don’t I?”
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