by P. T. Macias
“Tomorrow, but I would like to take you to a movie and have some pizza,” I say, looking at her lips.
“Ok, I don’t have classes, what time,” Ashley asks, grinning.
“Eleven,” I say, pulling her closer.
Ashley takes a few steps closer, looking up at me.
“Ok, thank you for the roses and lunch,” Ashley says, softly.
“Welcome,” I say, leaning down. I kiss Ashley softly on her sweet lips. She opens her mouth; I sweep in, stroking her sweet tongue. I wrap my arm around her small waist, pulling her closer.
A car honks, and we pull apart, smiling.
“I’ll call you later,” I say, holding her in my arms.
“Yes, I’ll be waiting,” Ashley says breathlessly, with a cut flush on her face.
Sixteen
Wyatt
A few days later.
The evening is warm, and the moon is brightly illuminating the beautiful winding road as we ride down Hwy 32.
It’s a fantastic scenic ride, the wind swirls around us, Ashley's arms are holding on tight, and it’s the best feeling ever.
I can feel her breasts pushed against my back, and her hands roam up and down my hard-abdominal muscles.
This girl has me all torn up.
I’ve been going out with Ashley every day for the last week. I stop at the edge of the road to look at the beautiful scenic view.
“I love it,” Ashley says, hugging me tightly.
“It’s so damn peaceful here, let’s keep going to Lake Almanor,” I say, cherishing this moment that she’s here with me.
“Yes, it sounds beautiful,” Ashley says, leaning into my back.
We take off riding down the Hwy, turning onto Hwy 36 until we get to the lake. I pull into an empty camping space; this side of the lake is a camping area. We get off, and I grab my backpack from my black leather side-saddle.
“This place is so amazing,” Ashley says, looking at the lake.
I walk over to her to take her hand, smiling at her.
“Let’s go find a place to enjoy the view,” I say, gazing into her beautiful eyes. I can’t believe that I found her. She’s taking over every thought, heartbeat, and breath.
“Yes, that would be nice,” Ashley says, nodding.
We walk around some trees, and up the slight slope of the mountain. I see a small clearing where we can see the lake. It’s later in the day, and maybe we can see the sunset.
“Do you like this spot,” I ask, looking at her, releasing her hand. I drop my backpack on the ground, grinning.
I love how her cute little nose crinkles when she’s smiling. She’s too damn cute.
“Yes, it’s perfect,” Ashley says, looking around, clasping her hands to her chest.
“Fuckingtastic,” I say, pulling out the folded throw blanket from the backpack. I spread it on the grassy ground in the small clearing. I then take out the small container that holds the salami, cheese, grapes, and crackers.
“Oh yes, this is lovely,” Ashley says, dropping onto the blanket.
“Great, I’m pleased that you approve,” I say, smirking. I take out the cold bottle of wine and the two wine glasses.
“Oh my, you did good,” Ashley says, laughing. She throws back her hair as she leans back on her elbows.
“Of course, I wanted to make this special,” I say, gazing into her eyes. I open the bottle of wine and pour each of us a glass to enjoy.
“It’s perfect,” Ashley says, taking the wine glass. She grabs some cheese and grapes. She eats them, slowly looking out to the lake.
I fall onto my knees next to her, taking a pull of the wine, watching her do the same.
“Taste the grapes, they’re so sweet,’ Ashley says, sliding one into my mouth. She looks at my lips, biting hers.
Fuck!
Ashley turns me on by merely looking at me. I can’t believe it.
I chew the grape, and she gives me another grape, I nibble her fingers gazing into her heated eyes. I watch her bite her lower lip as she takes a pull of her wine.
“Tell me more about you,” I ask, looking at her smile that lights up her face.
“Well, I live with my Dad and brother Jason. Dad is hardly ever home, but when he is, it’s not pretty. I’ve been taking care of the house, Dad and Jason ever since Mom left us. I go to school and work. I don’t have time to date.
Dad has been drinking and gambling his life away ever since my Mom left when I was nine,” Ashley says, taking another pull of wine.
I can see that it still hurts Ashley; her eyes tell me everything. Her Dad is too busy being miserable and must not care how it’s affecting her.
Craptastic.
“What about your brother Jason,” I ask, stretching my long legs, leaning on one elbow. I look at her face; her eyes light up.
“Jason, is basically good, but lately he’s been around with these thugs, and I see that it’s changing him. I only hope that he pulls away from them,” Ashley says, looking out to the lake.
“How long have you been working at the Dolls,” I ask, taking another pull of the wine.
I see the anger in her eyes as she looks at me. She turns away, finishing off the wine.
“Since I turned eighteen because I needed the money. I have goals of finishing school, of leaving that life, of living the life that I want. Yeah, I get that being a stripper is not ideal, but it pays better than other jobs,” Ashley says, tossing her hair over her shoulders sitting up. She places the glass on the blanket, wrapping her arms around her chest.
“Ashley, I’m not judging you. I simply was curious, that’s all. I would never think less of you,” I say, catching a strand of her soft silky brown hair. I twirl it around my finger, waiting for her to continue. I release the strand looking at the highlights shimmer from the sunlight.
“For real,” Ashley asks, turning around, shifting onto her stomach. Her eyes roam over my face, gazing into my eyes, searching for the truth of my sincerity.
“Yeah, for real,” I say, placing the wine glass on the ground next to me.
I cup her face, running my finger over her lip, gazing into her blue eyes, connecting with her soul. I lean down, taking her sweet lips in a soft, slow kiss.
I want to show her that I care.
Ashley moans, leaning into me, opening her lips. I sweep my tongue into her sweet mouth, deepening the kiss, pushing her onto her back as I move closer, sliding my hand behind her head, holding her close, devouring her mouth. Our tongues tangle, caress, skimming over every nook and cranny.
I’m so damn hungry for her.
I love everything about her.
Ashley wraps her arms around my neck, moaning softly into my ear, making me crazy. I run my lips down her jaw, nibbling, kissing her throat, pushing her cobalt blue sweater. I retake her lips, moving my hand up her thigh pushing her skirt up, stopping at her soft silky bikini panties.
I pull back, noticing the sweet faint blush over her beautiful face, at her swollen lips, then at the lust and need in her eyes.
Ashley smiles, pulls me back, kissing me, running her fingers through my hair. I run my fingers over her panties, slipping my fingers under the soft material, feeling that she’s so damn wet.
Hell, yes, I’m so damn hard, ready to love her. I run my fingers up and down her soft wet flesh, stopping to circle her swollen flesh.
“Wyatt, . . . . . ummm . . . .yes,” Ashley moans, shifting her hips.
Her moans, and hearing my name from her sweet lips, spurs my passion, into a fiery need. I push the sweater further down, kissing the sweet slope of her breasts.
I push the silky bra to the side, taking her swollen tight nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking her sweet flesh. I suck, bite her beautiful breasts, leaving my mark on her creamy skin.
Oh, fuck yes, I’m marking what’s mine.
I slide my finger into her hot wet pussy, pulling it out my thumb, stroking her sensitive flesh. I release her alluring nipple, and hand to move between her thighs
. I gaze into her eyes, sliding her panties down, spreading her thighs to lick up the honey-coated flesh. I run my tongue around her swollen flesh, looking at her.
“Oh my God, that feels so good,” Ashley whimpers, moving her hands to my head. She lifts her hips, pulling me closer. I nibble her flesh, licking up the honey. I’m fucking lost in her taste and scent.
“Baby, your pussy is so damn beautiful and tight,” I grunt, sucking her swollen flesh, sinking a finger inside her.
“Wyatt,” Ashly moans, pulling me closer as she falls off the edge driving me insane. I lick up the honey, sucking her flesh like a hungry man.
“Baby, I need you,” I grunt, eating her pussy in a crazy frenzy holding onto her ass, pulling her closer.
“Uh. . . . yes, Wyatt, I want you to be my first,” Ashley says, holding my head close to her pussy.
What?
I look up, gazing into her darkened, heated blue eyes.
Fuckingtastic.
I don’t want to hurt her.
“Baby, are you sure,” I ask, licking and kissing her pussy, growling.
“Yes,” Ashly whimpers, fisting her hands in my hair.
“Fuck,” I say, pulling back onto my knees, looking at the darkening sky.
The sunset is beautiful; the tall trees shelter the clearing, enclosing us in our very own private heaven. I unbuckle my belt, unbuttoning the buttons on my jeans, pulling out my raging hard cock. I stroke my cock, looking at her.
“Baby is this what you want,” I ask, watching her eyes widen, licking her lips.
Fuckingtastic!
She likes what she sees.
“Yes, I want you, all of you,” Ashley says, biting her lip, nodding. She cups her breasts, twisting her nipples, looking at my engorged cock.
“Baby, you know it will hurt at first,” I say, squeezing my cock, hissing.
“Wyatt, I need you,” Ashley moans, moving her legs around my waist.
I gaze into her eyes as I slowly sink into her tight pussy, groaning. I slide in and out at a slow pace, building the friction, sinking in further every time. My cock is throbbing with need, anxious to be buried deep inside her warm heart.
Fuck she’s to tight, but some damn good.
Ashley looks at me, biting her lip playing with her nipple. She looks so damn hot; I don’t even want to think about her being a virgin, not now. I move faster and deeper, pushing through the membrane, stopping. I need her to adjust to my cock inside her tight pussy. I remain deeply seated inside her pussy until she adjusts. I look at her gasp, her eyes water.
“Oh, that was a little painful, but it’s starting to fade,” Ashley says, inhaling deeply.
“I know, Baby, I promise that you’re going to feel good in a few with my loving. I lean down to kiss her, softly, tenderly. Soon it turns into a heated deep kiss. I start to move my hips, slowly increasing my thrusts, going deeper.
“Wyatt, yes, that feels so good,” Ashley looks up at the stars in the sky.
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, gasping, trying to control this wild need to take her hard.
“Wyatt, please,” Ashley says, pulling me with her legs.
I thrust faster, harder feeling her body tense, I lean down kissing her deeply. I move my hand to rub her swollen flesh, pushing her over the edge. I continue to thrust, reaching my release grinding into her.
“That was amazing,” Ashley says breathlessly, hugging me close.
“Yes, it was,” I say, taking another kiss.
After a few minutes, I withdraw, grabbing some wipes from the pack back. I take care of Ashley and me; I drop the wipes on the blanket. I lean down, kissing her, pulling her tight into my arms.
Seventeen
Ashley
A few weeks later.
I’m so tired tonight, stressed out, and I don’t feel right working at the Dolls strip club anymore, especially since I have Wyatt. The money is good, but I don’t think that he likes it. He didn’t say anything, but I know that he doesn’t like the men to see me almost naked.
I park on the side street and walk up the walkway, thinking about Wyatt. The voices draw my attention, and I stop when I see Dad. He’s talking to some men at the far corner near his beat-up pickup.
Wow, Dad’s home.
It’s so odd that he’s here talking to some dudes. He never has any friends over.
I look around before soundlessly walking to my apartment. I can’t make any noise because I don’t want Dad to hear me.
It’s late, and I don’t think he’s aware that I’m out working. I didn’t tell him that I work on the weekends because he’ll want to borrow my money and I know that he will drink and gamble it away. He never gets home this early.
Geeze, he usually gets home around three or four in the morning.
Huh, he might not care.
Yeah, what am I thinking?
Why is he home?
This is odd.
I walk slowly and stealthily to the back door so that I can sneak in. The kitchen light is on; I creep up to the back door and walk-in. I walk down the hallway into my room, closing the door quietly, not turning on my light.
I walk towards the voices coming from the window. I must have left the window open this afternoon; I walked over to the window.
It's good because now I can listen to what the men want with my Dad. The men look mean, dangerous. They look like the old gangster from the old movies.
I look through the small opening in the curtain, watching them outside in the parking lot. Thank God that the moon is bright, and I can see my Dad. My dad looks different; he doesn’t look all fucked up. He’s scared and nervous, and I’ve never seen him like that before.
The taller man that looks like the hulk holds onto my Dad’s arms. The shorter, thinner man talks to my Dad. He drops the cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. He looks towards the apartment as if he knows that I’m here.
Fuck!
“Miller, we gave you a warning, two days of grace, but look what you did! You didn’t do a damn thing! I can’t help you, Miller,” the man says in a loud, grating voice.
I lean against the wall with my heart pumping in my constricted chest. I look out the window wide-eyed, praying.
Please, god, don’t let those men hurt Dad. I know that he’s not perfect, but he is my Dad.
“Hey Gino, you know that I’m good for it. It’s just been a bad day,” Dad says, grumbling.
“You’re a stupid bastard! You don’t have any sense. We’re going to do you a favor! We’re going to end your miserable life, and we’re going to come back for your hot daughter. She’s going to be the bitch that pays off your gambling debt,” shouts the man, with a high grating voice.
It sounds like these two men are threatening my Dad. My heart pounds harder in my chest; I’m so damn scared. Yeah, I’m frozen in place, feeling the fight-or-flight response.
I don’t know what to do.
Should I try to help Dad?
“Don’t you dare touch my daughter! She has nothing to do with this,” Dad grunts. The man punches Dad in the stomach.
I bite my lip, trying to control myself from giving myself away.
“I’m fucking tired of this Joey, look for the bitch,” Gino says, firing the Glock with the silencer.
The Motherfucker shot Dad!
Oh my god! Oh my god!
I take off running.
I ran out of my room and out the back door. I can hear the man banging on the front door.
I ran out into the back of the apartment complex, down the alley towards my car. I open the door and jump in, throwing the backpack on the right front seat. I turn on the car, and I drive away.
I look at the rearview mirror and thank God I got away.
Eighteen
Ashley
I drove over to Sara’s home, because where else could I go. The apartment complex where Sara lives is a block away from mine.
But I don’t know if those gangsters will find me there.
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I know that Sara is out with Jason, but I’m going to text both of them. Jason can’t go home; it’s too dangerous.
Oh, my God!
I park on the side street of Sara’s apartment far away from the streetlight. I pull out my cell, swiping my finger over the screen. I chew my lip, moving my fingers quickly over the screen, texting Jason and Sara in a group message. My hands tremble as I enter the text group message to Jason and Sara.
Ashley: I don’t know if Dad is hurt, alive, or dead.
Jason: What are you talking about?
Ashley: Jason, don’t go home because some men are there, and they shot Dad.
Jason: What the fuck! Are you serious?
Ashley: Yes! I’m scared.
Sara: Where are you?
Ashley: I’m here at your place.
Jason: We’ll be there in a few minutes. Don’t do or say anything stupid.
Ashley: Okay, but what about Dad.
Sara: I’ll make an anonymous call to the police.
Ashley: Right.
I slouch low into the seat, trying to hide only peeping out every few minutes. I’m so scared; my heart is pounding insanely fast; my chest feels tight, making it hard to breathe.
I wish that Wyatt was here with me, but I haven’t seen him in a couple of days because he’s been working at the MC’s business.
I’m trying to be patient, understanding, and have faith in him. I don’t have a reason not to believe him. It’s just me and my doubts.
You know, the thoughts sneak into your mine. The usual thoughts are full of doubts. Yeah, the little voice telling you, ‘he got what he wanted and now has disappeared,’ yeah, that one.
Nodgecock!
But when I’m not stupid, I recognize that Wyatt has been texting me. It’s so hard to understand where I stand with him since I’ve never dated or been with a man, let alone a biker. Could they be different than any other men? Maybe his lifestyle doesn’t permit him to have a relationship. I need to ask him.
Hell!
I hate feeling like this, so clingy and desperate. I’m an independent woman, and I don’t need him.
