by Blythe Reid
Liam wasn’t used to me asking advice about women. Usually, I just had sex with them, and then I was done. I never even asked him about girls before. Besides when my ex-wife left, but that was a whole different story. We had two young kids together, and she just took off on the three of us. It was the most devastating thing I’d ever gone through, and I figured that was holding me back in life. I figured that was what made me not want to commit to anyone, aside from my sons and my club.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” I said. “I just think about her all the time. I’ve only known her a few days. She came in on Monday looking for job, and I hired her right away. I knew I was going to the second I saw her. She’s gorgeous. There’s just something about her that draws me in. I even fingered her without asking for anything in return.”
“Dude, sounds like you’re in love,” he said. I knew he was teasing me.
“Don’t even joke about that. You know how I feel about love.” I shook my head. Some of the things he said were just unbelievable. “There’s no way I could feel that way. She’s just hot.”
I was trying to justify why we were talking about this in the first place.
“Dude, that’s what men say right before they get married,” he said.
“Fuck off, man,” I said, teasing him.
“I’m serious, though,” he said. “Maybe you should talk to her. That might help you figure things out.”
He was probably right, but I didn’t want to think about it, much less talk about it.
We talked a bit more, and then we got off the phone.
“Who’s ready for the carnival?” I asked Adrian and Louis, my two little boys.
Louis stood up, put his hand in the air, and yelled. “Me!”
His younger brother copied him. “Me!” Adrian yelled.
I laughed at my boys. They were always keeping me on my toes and surprising me in new ways. They were hilarious. I couldn’t picture them not being with me. What I could never figure out was why their mom did what she did. What kind of a mother just leaves her children like that? I could never wrap my head around it.
“All right,” I said. “Let’s go get ready, then.”
The three of us got ready, and then we headed off to the carnival. We walked over to the club’s two booths, which happened to be right next to each other, which worked out perfectly for us. I wondered if the committee members who organized the entire thing did that on purpose. Usually, we were spread out more, and this just seemed like they wanted us to keep to ourselves. It really concerned me. I didn’t like the image that was being portrayed. We weren’t bad. We were motorcycle enthusiasts. Sometimes, some bad things happen, but we always made sure it never happened in our town. We didn’t want that shit here.
The normal crowd was there, including the same girls that always hung around. They had watched my sons before. They were always willing to help out when it came to that kind of thing. I loved that about being part of this club. We were like one big family that helped each other out.
“You guys stay here for a minute with Jessica and Amber,” I said. “I need to go check on things. I’ll be right back.”
I headed over to the other booth to check on the members. After I checked on them, I was heading back to my boys when I spotted Alissa walking over to us.
“Hey, I was hoping you’d show,” I said to her.
She smiled at me. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she said. I loved her upbeat attitude
“Listen, it’s been crazy,” I said, trying to explain why we hadn’t interacted much. “I don’t want you thinking that I haven’t spoken to you on purpose.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I totally get it.”
Her smile seemed to light up the whole place. Even though we were outside in the sunshine, her smile was even brighter.
“I want to introduce you to my sons,” I said to her. The two of us walked over to the booth. “Adrian and Louis, this is Alissa. Alissa, these are my sons, Adrian and Louis.”
“Hi, you guys,” she said, getting down to their level. “I’ve heard so much about you from your Aunt Isobel.”
They both shook her hand.
“She’s pretty,” Adrian said, looking up at me.
“Thank you,” she said. Then she stood back up. “Where’s their mom?”
I leaned into her, getting a whiff of her perfume in the process, and whispered, “She left a few years ago. Haven’t heard from her since.”
I watched her face fall. She thought she’d asked the wrong question. “I’m so sorry,” she said.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “You had no idea. Listen, I’ve got to get over to the dunking booth. It’s my turn now.”
“About your sons,” she said. “Want me to keep an eye on them?”
“I’d appreciate that.” I smiled, grateful for her offer.
It made me really happy that she offered without me even asking. It wasn’t her job to do that, but she asked me anyway. That was what meant the most to me.
As I got dumped over and over again in the dunk tank, I watched her periodically. She took my kids around to the different booths, and they seemed to be having such a fun time. She even seemed to be enjoying herself.
When the night was over, I dried off and approached Alissa and my boys. “Thanks for doing that. I really appreciate it. I hope they didn’t give you any trouble.”
“No, not at all,” she said. “They were wonderful.”
“Do you want to come hang out at our house?” I asked her on a whim.
“I got laundry and some other things I need to do. Not tonight.”
“I understand,” I said. “Have a good night.”
I watched as she left, and I was completely dumbfounded. I’d never been rejected before, and I didn’t know how to handle it.
6
Alissa
I started walking toward my car when I saw Isobel.
“Hey, girl,” she said. “Did you have a good night?”
“Yeah, I did. I met Adrian and Louis. I spent the night hanging out with them. They’re the sweetest little boys ever.”
She smiled at me. “They’re really good boys. Do you want to come hang out?”
I felt bad because I’d just said no to Spencer, but I knew that had more to do with the fact he was a man. I’d let my reserves down within the first few minutes we were alone together, and I just wasn’t ready to find out what was going to happen if we were alone together in the bedroom.
“Sure, sounds good to me,” I said. I checked around the parking lot to make sure that he was gone. I would feel absolutely awful if he saw me leave with her when I just said no to him. We both got into my car, and I drove over to Isobel’s house.
“Let’s talk about Spencer,” Isobel said when we sat down on her couch.
“Why would I want to talk about him?” I asked. I was trying to brush it off like it wasn’t a big deal.
“Please, I can see the chemistry you both have from miles away,” she said with a laugh.
“Okay,” I said. “So you know my first day on Wednesday? You know I was in his office for a while?”
She nodded.
“I might have let him finger me,” I said.
“No way!” she said. “I had no idea.”
“I’m a virgin,” I said.
“I am, too,” she said.
I was completely taken by surprise. I had no idea she was going to say that to me. I wasn’t expecting it. Not that I thought she was a whore. But I just kind of figured that girls who hung around motorcycle clubs were not virgins.
“No way!” I said. I felt myself growing closer to Isobel by each second.
“Yeah, how weird, right? I’ve never met anybody else who was still a virgin.”
I laughed along with her because it was strange. I had never experienced that.
“So, he invited me back to his place just now, but I rejected him,” I said. I still felt bad.
Isobel smiled.<
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“It sounds like he’s really into you,” she said.
“What makes you say that?” I asked.
“Because of a few things. One, he’s not the type to just do something like that and not ask for anything in return. Two, he has never gone back to another woman for seconds. And third, he’s never invited another woman to his house.”
“What do you think that means?” I asked her.
I didn’t really know what it meant, but it kind of made me excited. I got butterflies in my stomach. There was something about him that I really liked. Something that told me he could probably keep me safe and protect me and care about me. He didn’t seem as sleazy as she was making him out to be, but maybe that was who he was. Still, sometimes people changed, and I understood that. And I also understood why he did what he did. Who would want to try to be committed to somebody again if the last person they were committed to just left like it was nothing?
“I think he really likes you,” she said. “I’m serious. You need to have a conversation with him. I’ve never seen him like this before. You need to let your guard down.”
“Thank you for the advice,” I said. “I’m really tired, and I think I’m going to head home. But I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
She walked me out to my car and gave me a hug. I thought it was sweet. She reminded me that I need to let my guard down and have a conversation with him. I told her I’d think about it. Then, I drove home. But the whole ride home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Spencer. And by the time I got home, I was really turned on.
I went into my bedroom and went into my underwear drawer for my vibrator. It was the only one I had ever owned, and I’d had it for a year at this point. I desperately needed a new one.
I stripped down and laid down on my bed.
I placed the vibrator to my clit, turned it on to the speed I liked, and started to massage my clit with it. I moved it up and down the length of my clit. It caused my body to tremble from the power of the vibrator.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
I thought about Spencer fingering me the other day and how amazing it had felt. I pictured him coming into my house, sneaking in and coming right into my bedroom.
I grabbed my right nipple with my finger and thumb and started to roll it around. I tugged on it gently, and it felt so good. Goosebumps covered my entire body.
I moved my hips back and forth as I began to massage my clit even harder. I was on that sweet edge. The edge between completely losing myself to the orgasm and the build-up.
I pictured Spencer getting onto the bed, stripping down to nothing, and climbing between my legs. I pictured him grabbing my legs and spreading them, and then scooting closer to my pussy with his hard cock. I pictured him as he pressed it up to my pussy and shoved it inside of me.
I started to grind my hips on my vibrator as I pressed it into my clit. I rubbed it up and down and thought of Spencer fucking me. His cock filling me and bringing me a new sense of pleasure that I had never experienced before in my life. I pictured him holding me down and fucking me as hard as he wanted to.
“Fuck,” I moaned. I arched my back and felt myself getting closer. I left the vibrator on my clit and held it there as my body began to fall over the edge. Every muscle in my body tensed, and then, as I thought of Spencer fucking me hard, I felt the pleasure rush through my entire body.
I pictured him coming at the same time as me. Filling my pussy up with his sweet come. I wanted to feel it so bad.
It took over everything. I shut my eyes tightly and focused on the pleasure. My clit began to pulse, and I was coming harder than I ever had on my own before.
As I started coming down from my orgasm, I felt fatigued and ready for sleep. But I still couldn’t get Spencer out of my mind. I wondered what he was doing, and if he was upset that I didn’t go hang out with him at his house. I thought about Isobel’s advice to let my guard down. It was going to be one of the hardest things I’d ever done, but I knew I needed to do it.
7
Spencer
I woke up in the morning with a raging hard on. I had been dreaming about Alissa’s tight pussy all night. All I really wanted to do was get inside of it and feel my cock stretch her tight, virgin pussy.
I grabbed my cock. It felt so good. I was fucking horny and needed some relief. I thought about how I had fingered her and made her come so easily. I thought about how soft and wet her pussy had felt. And how fucking tight she was.
She had said she was a virgin, and I wanted nothing more than to try to get inside of her pussy. I wanted to be the one to take her virginity. To stretch that sweet pussy out for the first time.
I reached over to my nightstand, pulled the drawer open, and pulled out a bottle of lube. I pulled my boxers down, all I had worn to bed, and then poured some of the lube on my cock. It was cold, and I quickly used my hand to rub it around, making it warm up.
I moaned quietly as I moved my hand up and down the length of my cock. I thought about that sweet, tight little pussy. I had felt her with my fingers, but I wanted more. I wanted her to let me fuck her hard. I wanted to feel her pussy stretch from the sheer girth of my cock.
I moved my hand up and down my shaft, a little faster now, gripping it not too tight and not too loose. I wondered what her hand would feel like wrapped around me instead.
I pictured her coming into my room to surprise me and wake me up. I pictured her body completely naked, although I hadn’t actually seen her naked yet. I imagined her perfect curves that I could make out through her clothes. I pictured her crawling onto the bed and then taking my dick into her mouth without a single word.
I wanted to feel her perfect lips wrapped around my cock. I wondered if she could deep throat me, and I knew I was going to have to teach her a thing or two. This only excited me more. She was so young and perky, and I was ready to teach her the ways of the world.
I gripped my cock a little harder and moved my hand a little faster. I was so fucking close to coming. I was harder than normal, so it felt extra sensitive.
I pictured her taking my cock out of her mouth and then positioning herself so she was straddling me. Then she moved down, and my dick slid right into her pussy. I focused on how it would feel to have my cock finally in her pussy. I gripped my cock a little tighter to imitate the tightness of her sweet slit.
I pictured her bouncing up and down on my cock, and I felt myself get closer and closer to an orgasm. Until finally, I grabbed a tissue and placed it over the head of my dick. I was ready to come. I moved my hips while I continued to move my hand up and down my cock and thought about being deep inside of her. It was all it took, and I felt the warm liquid shoot out of me. I pictured it shooting into Alissa’s tight pussy and her loving the fuck out of it.
My muscles tensed as the sweet release washed over my body, and then it was over faster than it had begun. Which was why I preferred fucking over masturbating.
I cleaned myself up, got dressed, and left my room. I knew I needed to talk to Alissa about what was potentially happening between us. It was such a strange feeling. I was constantly thinking about her. I didn’t think I had ever thought about any other woman as much as I had been thinking about her. I had been with a few virgins before, so I knew it wasn’t just that. I found that I really just wanted to talk to her and get to know her.
I stopped by Isobel’s house and dropped the boys off with her. There were a few things I needed to do at the bike shop, besides talk to Alissa, and Isobel had the day off and had offered to watch them for me.
I got to the shop and walked inside. I saw Alissa at the cash register and was making my way over to her when I was stopped by Dustin.
“Man, I don’t know what’s going on, but the Vipers just sent out a threat,” Dustin said. His voice was clearly full of concern.
“What kind of threat?” I asked him.
“It’s directed at us, and anyone associated with us,” he said. His voice was low so that no one around us would he
ar.
“Call everyone and get them here ASAP,” I said. “I’ll meet you in the clubhouse.”
I made my way out of the bike shop and back into our clubhouse. I sat down at the head of the table and waited for the rest of the guys to show up. It didn’t take long, as most were around the clubhouse already.
“What’s this about?” Nick asked.
I looked at Dustin. He was the one that knew more than I did.
“I just got word that the Vipers have issued a death threat to each and every one of us and anyone we associate with,” Dustin said. “Kids, wives, girlfriends, cousins, friends.”
“Didn’t we just repair all their bikes?” I asked.
He nodded. “They think we sabotaged their bikes.”
“Why do they think that?” I asked.
“I have no idea,” he said. “All I know is that they are pissed and are coming after us.”
Everyone looked at me. This was the part about being president that I liked. I was under pressure and had to make hard decisions. I was the one that had to come up with the plans, but I liked doing it. I liked being the leader.
“What do we do?” Nick asked. He was the newest member and hadn’t really been around a lot of the violence that we had experienced. I was sure he was ready for it. He didn’t look terrified, mostly just curious.
“First thing’s first,” I said. “We need to get all members and anyone close to us here. And everyone needs to stay here. There will be no leaving of any sort. I cannot protect anyone that isn’t here. And then we need to call around. What was your source, Dustin?”
I was keeping my cool on the outside, but on the inside, I was freaking out a little bit. We never really had anything like this in our town, and these guys were very unpredictable. But I didn’t want the guys to see me sweat.
“Mitchel let me know actually,” he said.
Mitchel was a Viper, but he was also Dustin’s cousin. I was the only one who knew that. The Vipers would have his head if they found out.
“All right, let’s get everyone here,” I said and banged the gavel on the table.