Authors: L.A. Pierson
They rode all day and as the sun began to set, the pack came to a stop at a cheap motel which they obviously frequented as a number of rooms had already been set aside for them. Charlie accepted the key from the front office and led Georgie to their room. She looked around the run-down little place with interest and asked Charlie about his lifestyle.
“How do you guys afford to stay at a different motel every night?”
Charlie shrugged. “It varies. Sometimes they’ll let us stay a night for free in exchange for a few repairs or a couple of weeks’ work in the winter months. One way or another you always get by. How did you find the ride today?”
Georgie’s muscles were aching and she was a little tired and cold, but she didn’t want Charlie to think of her as weak, so she gave a little shrug and a coy smile and said, “It was fun.”
“You get used to the cold and your body will loosen up in time,” he told her with a little laugh. “I was impressed that you didn’t make a fuss. I’ve met tons of girls who throw a fit over too many hours on a bike.”
“Tons of girls, hey?”
Charlie chuckled and pulled Georgie towards him. “You jealous?”
She gave a little shrug. “Hey, I hardly know you. It’s none of my business who you pick up.”
“I like that you’re jealous.”
Georgie couldn’t help but smile when he said that. Sure, she didn’t like the thought of Charlie having been with hundreds of girls along the way, but then again, she could hardly blame him. He was a handsome man after all. She watched him as he shrugged off his jacket and then pulled off his T-shirt to expose that perfect body.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he announced. “Are you going to join me?”
She was tired and aching, but the sight of Charlie’s rippling abdominal muscles somehow made her forget all her aches and pains and her body started to feel very different sensations instead. Slowly, she unzipped her jacket and kicked off her leather trousers so that she was standing in her vest and panties. Charlie grinned in anticipation and slowly sauntered over to the door of the little motel bathroom, throwing it open and setting the shower running until the little tiled room began to fill up with steam. He pulled Georgie in after him and pulled her shirt off from over her head and then reached around to take off her bra, letting her breasts bounce free. He cupped one appreciatively in one hand and that devilish grin returned.
“All mine...”
They both finished undressing and stepped into the shower. Georgie could have felt uncomfortable standing fully nude in front of Charlie whose body was such perfection, but he seemed to utterly relish each and every one of her curves and delight in the feel of her flesh, which came in handfuls. Her desire and sexual need began to mount as the water covered them both. The steamy droplets cascaded down Charlie’s face, making his masculine brow seem even more brooding and his blue eyes more intense as the droplets rolled down from his eyebrows and over the cut from where he’d defended her the night before. His hair became wet and flattened into little spikes. She reached up and ran her hands through it, making those little spikes stand on end.
Her touch aroused him and Georgie could feel his hard member pressing against her leg before she looked down and saw how her naked body and the steamy water had made him harden. Suddenly Charlie pressed her up against the wall of the shower. The coolness of the tiles against her back when her body was growing pink from the steam made her gasp and then she gasped again when Charlie began to touch her, but she soon let herself sink into the feeling. Every time she began to doubt that she’d done the right thing, Charlie would awaken that other half of herself that was pleasure-seeking and wild and she’d tell herself that she deserved to feel this good.
They made love in the shower and Georgie emerged from the bathroom feeling rejuvenated in more ways than one. She wrapped her white cotton robe around herself and let her damp hair fall over her shoulders. Almost immediately Charlie emerged naked from the bathroom himself, placed his hands on her hips and pressed himself against her back as though he were ready to go again. Georgie could have easily sunk into his embrace again and given into the pleasure a second time, but she had work to do. She spun to face him and planted an apologetic kiss on his lips.
“I’ve got work to do.”
“I thought you lost your job?”
“Someone gave me an idea about what I should do next.”
“A blog?”
“That’s right.”
Charlie smiled with interest and casually sat down on the bed, unashamed of his nudity and seeming pleased at the way Georgie’s eyes kept wandering over to his perfect body. She opened her laptop and set it on the desk in the corner of the motel room. She’d packed it in the thickest laptop bag that money could buy and padded it out with tons of extra padding in the hopes that it would survive on the road and she breathed a sigh of relief when it whirred into life, despite probably having been heavily rattled on the way.
“What are you writing about?”
Georgie gave a little shrug. “The new me.”
“Oh yeah? And what’s she about?”
The writer threw a devilish glance over her shoulder. “Sex in the shower with horny bikers.”
Charlie let out a loud laugh and nodded in approval. “I’d read that over the boring small-town propaganda you were writing any day.”
Pleased with his reaction, Georgie began to write as Charlie reclined back on the bed and flicked on the television. She flexed her fingers for a while over the keyboard and tried to think of how to begin. Eventually the words came and she found that she couldn’t stop smiling as she began to write.
...We traveled on the bike all day today. Now, I’ve tried my fair share of workouts over the years to try and get in shape and impress the men around me, and I’ll tell you this: nothing hurts your muscles more than a day on a motorbike. I hurt all over, but it was worth every second of it. The sights I saw were incredible. A sunset looks so different when you’re travelling at speed with your arms wrapped around the waist of a gorgeous man who’s entirely in control. In fact, riding a bike as a passenger is a lot like having sex. It’s two people’s bodies moving together for one hell of an experience. I should know, as today I’ve had both.
Georgie read back what she’d written and felt herself blush. Was it really in her best interest to write about her sex life on the internet? What would her mother say to read something like this or any of the
nice
boys who’d tried to woo her with flowers and candlelit dinners? Georgie felt her discomfort for only a moment, but then decided to persevere and be as honest as she could about the whole experience. Before she knew it, she’d put down everything into the little text box on her blog page and her hand hovered over whether or not to press the ominous
publish
button. She’d written not only about the sights and sounds and smells of riding on a bike, but also about the hostility from the other bikers and how Charlie had stood up for her, about how she’d felt to walk into a shady hotel room when she was used to her home comforts and how none of it had mattered when Charlie had said ‘she’s with me’. It was personal and revealing and more than a little saucy, but Georgie felt like she had to get it out there. She felt like she’d been holding her breath for years, unable to even breathe through the repression of closed minds all around her and haunted by all the opportunities she’d missed by playing it safe. Enough of that now. Now she was speaking for herself and this was her life. She clicked
publish
defiantly and sat back with a satisfied smile.
“You finished?” Charlie asked, noticing her pose change as she came to the end of her post. “Can I read it?”
Georgie hesitated for a moment, but then brought up the published page and stepped back from the computer to let Charlie read. She watched with baited breath as his eyes scanned the text and her smile grew larger as she saw Charlie’s expression change from surprise, to amusement, to the same kind of look he had just before he pulled her into the shower.
“This is great stuff, Georgie!” he said at last.
“It’s not too much? It’s not what I’d usually write.”
Charlie shook his head firmly. “It’s you. It’s funny, it’s a bit naughty and when you read it it’s like being right there on the bike with you. It’s awesome.”
Georgie smiled again and felt a little buzz that someone had read something she’d written and seemed to genuinely see some value in it. She closed down her laptop and turned her eyes to Charlie with a cheeky grin.
“
Now
you can hit on me again.”
*****
Charlie was great. Georgie was finding that he had a great sense of humor once you got to know him and he was loyal and much more mature than a lot of the men she’d met around his age before. He had a sense of adventure about him that was so refreshing and the sex was mind-blowing. She’d never met anyone with a sexual appetite quite like his before. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, what she was wearing or where they were, Charlie wanted her every moment of every day and she was constantly having to move his wandering hands away time and time again the second they were away from watching eyes for even a moment. Even though she fought her urges to give into his advances much of the time, secretly she was just as turned on as him. She was living in a perpetual state of sexual desire that made each moment feel electric. It didn’t matter what they were doing, the way Charlie looked at her and spoke to her in low, husky words made the moment feel erotic and Georgie wasn’t used to feeling so in tune with her own body and desires. She felt like she was coming to life after being asleep for a long, long time.
Still, no matter how well things were going with Charlie or how he hungered for her, Georgie still hadn’t won favor with any of the other members of the pack three days later. On this day, the bikers came to a stop at a gas station to refuel and as Georgie was wandering the aisles looking for a snack, Charlene came up behind her and began to get nasty.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she hissed. “You’ve got no loyalty to this group. You’re slumming it just because a good-looking guy has given you the time of day. You’re just some middle class slut making a fool of herself. As soon as Charlie comes across a younger, slimmer girl, he’ll drop you like a ton of bricks and then you won’t be so smug.”
Georgie was shocked at the confrontation. She’d hardly even spoken to Charlene and didn’t feel she deserved this kind of abuse. She didn’t like the way the woman’s words sounded like a threat either, but Georgie wasn’t about to be walked all over by Jimmy’s bit on the side. She squared up to Charlene defiantly and looked her straight in the eye.
“I’m not scared of you or any of the rest of them,” she said coldly. “Charlie wants me here and I want to be with him, so the rest of you can just suck it up and get over it.”
“It’s all going to end badly, I warn you,” Charlene threatened. “How do we know you’re not just here to get more dirt on us to publish in some paper or another to make a name for yourself?”
Georgie let out a scoffing laugh and rolled her eyes. “Get over yourself, Charlene. You’re really not that interesting.”
Charlene responded with giving Georgie’s shoulder a shove that was hard enough to make her stumble into the shelf and bruise her shoulder. She winced and went to say something more, but Charlene was already heading out the gas station door to light up a smoke. Georgie considered telling Charlie about it when she returned to the bike, but decided it wasn’t worth starting another fight. She held her tongue and got back on the vehicle.
She didn’t keep the altercation a secret for long, however. That night when they were back in another motel room, Charlie was lying behind Georgie on the bed and kissing the back of her neck when he noticed the bruise on her shoulder, furrowed his brow and brushed it curiously with his thumb.
“Where’d you get this, Georgie?”
Georgie sighed. “Oh, it’s nothing.”
Charlie was immediately on guard and sat up straight in bed, his hands curling into ready fists and his lips curling into a scowl. “Did one of them touch you?”
The writer sat up too and tried to calm Charlie down by placing a calm hand on his chest. “It was just Charlene mouthing off.”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing that hasn’t been said before. I’m not welcome - blah, blah, blah...”
Charlie shook his head furiously. “She’s a jealous bitch, s’all.”
“What do you mean? Have you been with her?”
“Once,” Charlie confessed. “We’d been travelling for several months and we came to a stop at a motel like this one. It was one of the lads’ birthdays, so we’d been drinking a lot and going at it pretty heavy. Well, Charlene had been trying to get me to sleep with her all summer and I suppose with the alcohol and the atmosphere, I let it happen. Stupid mistake. She wanted to ride with me the next day and I told her it had just been a one night thing and I wasn’t looking to make her my girl. She’s been a nightmare with every girl she’s seen me with since. It’s nothing personal, Georgie.”
“Just how many girls have you been with, Charlie?”
“I think you know I’m no blushing virgin.”
Georgie gave a morose little shrug and pulled the covers up a little higher self-consciously. “Well, I know that, but do you have a different girl every summer, or what?”
Charlie put his arm around her shoulders to cheer her up and gave a little shrug. “I’ve got needs,” he said plainly. “If I stop somewhere and there’s a girl who’s willing, it happens, but, you know, I’ve never asked a girl to ride with me before. There’s been a lot of women in my life, Georgie, but nobody I’d have ever wanted to stick around.”
“So what makes me so different?”
The biker sat back and looked at her thoughtfully. Eventually he gave another shrug. “I just don’t know,” he confessed. “I reckon it’s the way you’ve got this wild side but somehow manage to keep it under control most of the time, so that when I get to see that wild side, it makes me feel pretty damn lucky. I want to be the man who makes you let go.”
“You’ve made me let go alright,” Georgie laughed. “I’ve got no idea what I’m doing here.”
“Do you regret it?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Charlie pulled his body up over hers and began to kiss her again. She was growing in confidence around him now. When they’d first met, she’d let him make every first move and had always waited for him to show her how much he wanted her before giving into pleasure. Now she was beginning to seek that pleasure herself and she could see how much Charlie enjoyed seeing her enjoying herself and taking control every now and then. As he began to kiss her now, she reached down to his cock and took him in her hand playfully. The kiss was broken as Charlie began to grin in a happy surprise.
“That’s the wild side I’m talking about...”
*****