This time when Danny charged him, David spared nothing. He wasn't aware of what he did or how, but his arms and legs moved in several rapid successions. He heard bones crack, and Danny was on the ground. Blood spilled from his nose and mouth, but he was breathing.
David quickly assumed his defensive position again and looked around for others. The bikers who were still standing started to back off, but the bouncers blocked their way to the motorcycles.
In the back of his head, David heard a line from a movie he had watched with his father many times, A Bronx Tale. There's a scene where the owner of a bar asks a rowdy group of bikers to leave. When they won't, he locks the front door from inside and says, "Now yas can't leave," and all his henchmen come out from the back with bats and take down the rowdies and destroy their bikes.
David ran over to Dirk and helped him up. "Are you OK?"
Dirk rubbed his chin and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be sore around the jaw for a few days, but I didn't lose any teeth."
He grinned. "College boy, you did all right."
Dirk motioned to his guys to allow the bikers to leave, those who were able, anyway. He pulled out his cell phone and made a call.
"Yeah, Benny. I got a scene over here at the Club Miami parking lot that needs clean up. Send your guys over right away. You're gonna need something to haul some broken up bikes. OK?"
Dirk nodded. He made another call.
"Andy, a clean up crew will here in about five minutes. Keep telling anyone who tries to get in the lot that we're full until the crew comes. Once they've finished here, you can start letting customers back in. Got it? Good."
Dirk clicked off and put the phone in his back pocket. He put his arm around David. "Son, you had my back, and I owe you."
David shook his head. "No, you stuck your head out for me. I just did my part."
David chuckled and put on his best New York accent. "I'll tell you one thing. You won't see Danny 'round here no more."
They went back into the club laughing.
* * *
David walked with Dirk to the back, but was totally unprepared for the scene he found inside. Music was blaring, and no one wore clothes. Some people were dancing, some were at the bar, and some were hanging out on couches. Sex was going on everywhere in some form, whether full-out fucking or teasing and touching.
David froze. Where the hell was Andrea?
Dirk must have sensed that David was overwhelmed. He pointed to the bar at the far side of the room. Andrea was with another woman, but once she saw them, she hurried over.
She gave David a big hug. "Oh my God. You're safe."
David had to smile. He still had his pants on, but feeling Andrea against him created a massive hard on. "Hey, glad to see you too. But looks like I need to do some catching up. Where do I go to take my clothes off?"
Andrea looked over to Dirk. "Did you get Danny to leave?"
Dirk laughed. "You could say that. And you can thank your stud over here for making sure of it."
"What?" Andrea looked concerned. She took David's hands in hers. He winced.
Andrea examined his bruised hands and arms. "You're hurt!"
"It's nothing. Just a few scratches."
David grinned. "You should have seen the other guys."
Dirk nodded, rubbing his chin. "Tell you what. Andrea, give us a few minutes. I'll take David to the men's locker room. I bet he wants to shower. I know I do. I'll send him back to you in no time."
Andrea squeezed David around the waist. "Don't take too long. I want to hear all about what went on outside, and then I want to show you a special thank you for being my knight in shining armor—or without armor, as the case may be."
"Ha, you got it, especially the part where you show me a special thank you."
David gave Andrea a deep kiss. He pulled away. "Be back in minutes. Promise. And save all of that for me," he said as he looked around at the fornicating couples.
"You got it, baby."
Dirk took David to the men's locker room, showed him where to put his clothes, and pointed out the showers.
"David, is there anything you want to know about what you just saw?"
"I guess I can figure it out. There wasn't much left to the imagination. But, honestly, I want to be alone with Andrea. Keep this between us, but I've had a thing for her since I was fifteen and babysat for her son. Being with her is a dream come true."
"I get that, but you realize that Andrea's been in this lifestyle a while now. I know she likes a steady man, but she also like variety."
"What kind of variety? Other men?"
"Not so much that. She's big on three-ways with another woman, and she likes toys and games. Do you know anything about BDSM?"
"What's that? Sadomasochism?"
"Yeah. And bondage, domination. Andrea is a classic submissive."
David was silent while he thought about it. "You seem to know a lot about this stuff, I guess because you're here all the time."
"Son, Blondie and I have been into this lifestyle for years. Sometimes I think we invented it."
He laughed. "No, we're not that old. But let's just say that I recognize traits in people. To be a good lover, you need to tend to the other person's desires. You get what I'm saying?"
David nodded. Dirk was giving him a big break, letting him in on what Andrea's preferences were.
"What do you think she saw in that asshole, Danny? She seems way too smart to get hooked up with that jerk."
"Don't judge, David. You never know what one person sees in another. She could have wanted to straighten him out, or maybe he filled some needs for her on another level. Submissive women like men who take control. They like being told what to do."
They stepped out of the shower, and Dirk threw a towel to David. "Listen. There are private rooms along the corridors. All you have to do is shut the door, and that indicates you don't want company. No one will bother you."
David was relieved. He'd had enough excitement and double dipping for one day. Some other time, he'd like to get into Dana's hot tub together with Andrea, and the three of them could have some fun. But tonight, all he wanted to do was learn about being a good lover to Andrea. He wanted to be the one to fill her needs.
Andrea was dancing with another woman when he came out. She clearly had a few drinks and was swaying, eyes closed while the other woman fondled her tits.
David came between them. He smiled at the other woman, but turned away and slowly danced Andrea toward the corridor where Dirk said the private rooms were.
Once they got back there, Andrea took over and led him down the hall. She seemed to know exactly where she wanted to go, and David followed along. Andrea pulled him inside and closed the door. The room had low lights and soft music playing.
David took a quick look around. Mats covered two-thirds of the room. In the corner stood a low table with towels and a basket filled with foil packets of condoms and sanitizer wipes. He spread some towels out on the mats.
Andrea came up from behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "David, you are amazing. On one hand, I'm so grateful to have run into you last night, but I'm also sorry that I've put you in danger. You have a whole career ahead of you. You could have lost your whole future tonight in that fight with Danny. You don't know him like I do, and—"
David turned around. He put his lips over hers. "Shh," he said after kissing her lightly. "No more talk about it. There's absolutely nothing that I regret about our coming together last night. It was fate, kismet, whatever you want to call it."
Andrea took his face in her hands. "You are something else. Whatever brought us together, I'm glad you're here."
David kissed her hard. He came up for air and buried his face in her neck, nibbling on her ear lobe and putting his tongue in her ear, like she had done to him the night before. "Didn't you say before that you had a special way to say thank you or something like that?" he whispered.
Andrea moaned. She began kissing his neck and moving down his chest and abdome
n. She softly landed on her knees and took him into her mouth, but only the tip. She looked up at him.
"You taste delicious. I love your sweet stuff."
David's eyes lit up. No girl had ever spoken to him like that. But then, he had only been with girls his age or younger. Not any women, and no one like Andrea.
He held her head tightly in his hands, wrapping her silky hair around his fingers, pulling it tight. He shoved his cock deep into her mouth, and she took every inch without choking or gagging.
"Take it in," he ordered. "Taste me."
She worked his cock with her tongue and fingers. With her hand, she spread the wetness back along his balls and massaged them until David felt weak at the knees.
He felt the familiar heat spreading through him from his core to his tip. With a thrust and deep groan, he let loose down her throat.
Andrea didn't gag, but she did gulp. Falling back on the mats, she reached up to him. "You have the sweetest cum ever."
David took her outstretched hand and lowered himself down to taste himself in her mouth. Andrea brought out a need and desire in him that he never felt before. He wanted to consume her, to own her, to make her his own.
With a cry of passion, he began to devour her. His tongue reached over hers and swept the insides of her mouth. His hands ran down her body and he grabbed her breasts in his fists.
She lifted up to him, offering her chest. "Yes," she said between kisses, "squeeze my tits, pinch me hard."
David tweaked her nipples and brought his mouth down in a feeding frenzy. After pinching and twisting her nipples, he popped them in his mouth, biting down on the hardened tips. The rougher he got, the better she seemed to like it.
He hands continued down her abdomen to her beautiful mound. He leaned back and took a minute to admire her body. She was perfection. Her pussy glistened. He adored the way she kept it all bare like a little girl's, except for the thin strip of blond hair that pointed the way to her clit.
With a deep groan, he slid down, pushing her legs apart wide and sinking his face into her pussy. He tongue laved over her from top to bottom, and he pushed three fingers into her juicy hole. He took his slick fingers out to suck them a few times. Her juice and musky odor drove him wild. His lips clamped down on her clit, and he ate her, top to bottom, using his tongue, lips, and teeth to take in as much as he could.
Andrea raised her hips up the meet his mouth. She braced herself with her feet flat on the mat and pushed his head against her cunt while he consumed her. She was screaming, and he felt a rush of fluid spray his face.
David sat up, surprised. "Did you pee on me?"
Andrea laughed, gasping for air. "No, silly boy. That's girl cum!"
"Damn, you are hot."
He dropped down on the mat next her, their faces an inch apart. "Andrea, I want to fuck without a rubber. I swear I'm clean. Is it safe for you?"
Andrea nodded. "I'm on the pill. And I'm clean too. I've been tested."
David pulled her on top of him, kissing her and squeezing her butt. "Woman, I can't get close enough to you. I feel like I want to be inside you always. Feel your warmth around me, your body part of mine," he whispered in her ear as he nuzzled her neck.
Andrea started her descent down his body to his enlarged manhood. She straddled his hips with her knees. "Look at me, David."
He opened his eyes and watched her wet one hand with her saliva and thrust a three fingers up her cunt. With her other hand, she worked his shaft until it was almost painfully hard. She took her hand out of herself and offered it to him.
"Eat this while I fuck you silly."
She positioned herself on the top of his dick. "Ready?" she asked.
David put his arms on her shoulders and pushed her down on him. "Yeah, I think so."
Andrea shrieked. David sat up, pushing himself even deeper in her, and she wrapped her legs around him. He tucked his legs around her, and they held each other tight as they rocked back and forth, grinding into the mat and each other.
David pulled away. "Get on your knees," he ordered.
She did, and he plunged into her from behind. He slid in deep into her slick depths and humped away while leaning over her back and grabbing her breasts from underneath.
"Yes, yes," she screamed. "Fuck me harder, David."
He rammed her hard enough to come out her mouth. They kept up the frenetic pace for what seemed like hours, and finally David knew he had to succumb to the pressure to release.
"Andrea, come now," he yelled.
He felt her muscles squeeze around him and then relax as he let loose his seed. He collapsed to the side of her, pulling her back against his chest. They lay silently, chests heaving, breathing heavily.
David buried his face in her hair and breathed in her sweet scent. With her in his arms, he felt complete.
"Andrea," he whispered as he gently turned her around to face him. "I'm not leaving for med school next week. I'll apply to the University of Miami program. I may lose a year, but I can't be away from you. Not now. Not ever."
CHAPTER FIVE
It may have been ninety degrees outside in the Florida sun, but David felt a drafty chill in the air at his parents' home.
"David, we were prepared for you to spend the rest of your vacation at Andrea's house. But, now you're telling us that you're throwing away an opportunity to begin med school at Columbia University and lose an entire year, hoping to get into University of Miami?"
Mark glared at his son. "Are you crazy?"
David didn't think his parents would be happy about his announcement, but he never expected them to freak out this badly. His mother had already stormed out of the room.
"No, I'm not crazy. I'm in love. Remember what that feels like?"
"I know what love feels like, but what you're feeling is lust. When you love someone, you want to be the best you can. A man wants to offer his woman the best life by being true to his own ambitions and career. You've wanted to be a doctor since you got your first toy doctor's kit as a kid. So, two nights with some hot pussy, and you want to give up all your dreams?"
David jumped off the chair. "You know Andrea. How can you speak of her like that?"
Mark nodded his head and waved to David to sit down. "You're right. Sorry, son. Nothing against Andrea. She's a fine woman. But, I bet even she would give you this advice. Getting into Columbia med school is a huge accomplishment, one that you've worked hard for. I'm sure if it were her son, Jason, Andrea would say the same thing your mother and I are right now."
David remained standing. He wasn't buying his father's pitch.
"No. I've made up my mind. I can still go to med school. U of M is one of the finest in the nation, and I won't lose anything but one year of time. And I can work during this year to help with the expenses. I don't have to tell you med school's not cheap."
Mark stood up and moved in close to David. "I didn't want to do this, David. Your mother and I spoke earlier, and we agree. If you don't leave for New York next week as planned, you're on your own financially. So, you'd better get one helluva great job, if you intend to put yourself through med school."
David grabbed the bag he had packed to bring to Andrea's. "Fine. If that's how you're going to respond to the biggest decision of my life, then I am on my own."
He slammed the front door on his way out. He was about to sprint down the street to Andrea's, but he didn't want to bring his anger to her house. He threw his bag in the back of his car and drove off until he could blow off some steam.
* * *
Thirty minutes later, he pulled up to Andrea's house and let himself in. He could hear her voice. Was someone there?
As David continued down the hall to her bedroom, he realized she was talking on the phone. She must have heard him, because she fell silent.
"David, is that you?"
He was at her door. "You bet. Who are you talking to?"
Andrea put up one finger to let him know she'd be right with him.
"I have to go," she said into the phone. "I'll call you back."
She put her phone on the nightstand and met David in the doorway, putting her arms around his waist. "It didn't go so well, did it?"
David drew back. "Did you figure that out because I was gone so long, or have you spoken to my parents?"
Andrea pulled him over to the bed. She sat down cross-legged and patted the bed next to her. "Sit with me."
"I knew something wasn't right when you didn't come back, but I was going to wait to hear from you." She glanced over to her cell on the nightstand. "That was your mom."
David jumped up. "What? That woman is impossible. I'm sorry you got dragged into the middle of this, Andrea."
Andrea took his arm and pulled him back on the bed. She leaned in and gave him a huge hug.
"David, I am in the middle of this. If it weren't for me, you'd be hanging out with friends, partying, and happily heading off to New York in a week."
"Things work out they way they do for a reason. We're meant to be together, Andrea."
"I agree with you, and we can be. But maybe it's supposed to look a little different than what you had in mind."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we may have to put off the living together part for a while. David, listen to me. If you go to New York, we can travel back and forth and see each other—at least for now. You know, when my kids are home, it'll be a whole different scene around here."
"I'm great with kids. You know that."
"Yeah, but can you study around them?"
"Well, that won't be an issue for a while anyway. It will be at least a year before I get into the UM med program."
"There's too many variables. What if you don't get into UM? And, I'd like to bring you into my kids' lives slowly. I know they'll love having you around, but they're not used to sharing me. It will be an adjustment."
David felt sick. He never thought Andrea would reject him.
"I get it. I was fun for a while, right? But, you don't want to commit to me because I'll cramp your precious lifestyle."
Andrea's eyes widened at his words. "David, that's not true at all. I want to be with you. You've brought me such joy these past few days. I'd be crazy to want anyone else. Baby, I just want what's best for you."
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