by A. J. Wynter
He was big and scary looking. The Brass Bonds logo was stitched onto the back of his vest. She had heard of the Brass Bonds, and everything she had heard about them was bad with a capital B. As she studied him in her mirror, she found herself admiring his tanned forearms. He leaned against her car with one foot up on the curb, his boot tapping to an invisible beat. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt under his leather vest, and he towered over her little car. His thick bicep flexed as he held onto the gas pump with his black gloved hand. Olivia couldn’t stop looking at him. His face was tanned, his cheeks chiseled and covered in light freckles. His long blonde hair splayed out messily from under his flat-brimmed baseball hat. At first, Olivia had guessed the man was in his thirties, but after her mirror stare session, she could see the youth in his face. She estimated that he was in his early twenties.
He tapped the pump and hung it up. Olivia snapped out of her reverie and pretended to be avidly searching for something in her purse. He rapped on the window, and even though she knew that he was there, she still jumped. She wasn’t jittery out of fear though, this was something else, something new. Lust.
She cranked down her window and he leaned down and took off his black sunglasses to meet her gaze. His eyes were a crystal blue and she felt like they pierced right through her.
“All full.”
“How much?” Olivia stammered.
“Oh, don’t you worry beautiful. It’s on that douchebag” he smirked and pointed at the man in leather.
Before Olivia could say anything further, the young biker walked away, slapped the white leather man hard on the back, and mounted his Harley. It roared to life. As he passed Olivia, he nodded his head and tipped his hat at her.
Olivia wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans, started up her car, shakily put it in gear, and drove off.
She’d had lots of crushes before, all of them had been on cute nerdy guys at music school. They were all clean cut, and usually percussionists. She focused on her music, and regretfully, never acted on her crushes. Now she was embarrassed to be a virgin at twenty-one. She felt like her time to be young and wild was over, and it had never even started.
The strange butterfly feeling in her lower abdomen was new to her. Her whole body was shaky and coursed with adrenaline from her encounter with the biker. It was as though her sexuality had just woken up from a long slumber and was hungry. She adjusted herself in her seat and felt the wetness in her panties. She smiled, but then was overcome with sadness. She would never see that hot biker again, she didn’t even get his name…
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