“What about you, Ash? Does Wasp like a little adventure with your playtime?” She doubles over in laughter.
“You have no idea,” she gets out between giggles.
“Do tell.” Lizzie gets up on her knees while still in her chair, bouncing around like a two-year old.
“Hmm...I have to think of one that’s appropriate to share,” she states, as she begins to ponder.
“Fuck the socially acceptable story. We want the dirtier end of the spectrum,” Jenalyn drunkingly hollers out.
“You sure you can handle it?” Ashton jokes back.
“Oh yeah.” I lean forward, ready for her to lay out the dirty deets.
“Come on already,” DJ pushes. “We’re gonna grow old waiting on you. Don’t keep us in suspense!”
“Everyone give her a chance to find one she’s comfortable enough to share.” Vanna, who seems to be the voice of reason, encourages as she tries to tame our enthusiasm.
“I for one could use another drink for this,” Bristol announces. “I mean, Ashton is our mother figure, why does everyone wanna know about the mother and father’s sexcapades anyways?”
“Lighten up, Bristol. It’s sexy story time,” DJ shushes her.
“Hey, I may be older but I’m not your mother, Bristol.” Ashton gives her an admonishing look. “Anyways, when we were younger, before the girls, Wasp and I had no fear of public displays of affection.”
“Is that what they called exhibitionism back in your day?” Lizzie inquires.
“Shush,” Ashton says, snapping her fingers. “I may have lived longer than you have, but I’m still considered sexy and irresistible by my Ol’ man!”
“I’d do you,” Sidney drunkenly throws out there. She’s swaying in her seat and Jenalyn points a finger at her and begins laughing hysterically.
“Look at you getting all brazen and shit with the help of a little tequila! Oh, now you want to let your freak flag fly, huh? Well, I say unleash that beast!” Jenalyn encourages Sidney as she continues to gulp down her margarita.
“Am I telling a story or not? And thank you, Sidney, you’re not so bad yourself,” Ashton jokes back.
“Please, continue,” Lizzie excitedly stammers out.
The women all agree with encouraging words and whoops and hollers. I even hear a wolf-whistle; wasn’t aware that women got that excited!
Ashton
“It seems like only yesterday that Wasp and I were new and so in love that we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.”
“Yesterday seems more accurate.” Rainey smiles at me, since she’s the one who went looking for me, and found Wasp banging me in the hallway.
My cheeks flame, but we live in a clubhouse and it isn’t unusual for any of us to lose control. “Anyways, as I was stating.”
“Rainey, you’re going to share what just made her cheeks blister like that,” Lizzie points at her accusingly.
“I’m gonna stop if you keep interrupting me!” Lizzie makes a motion of zipping her lips and the rest of the women follow her example. Losing myself in the memories of the past, I begin sharing. “So, Wasp and I went to a local pub. Everyone was partying and watching a game on the televisions. Women were scantily dressed and men were touching and feeling them up. It would be considered inappropriate, but no one seemed to care. We were all free-spirited and drunk. Wasp takes me into the pool room, which was sectioned off from the main bar. We were all alone, shooting pool and barely coherent. I, of course, was teasing him showing him a boob here and there, running my hands up and down his dick while he tried to take shots. Just teasing him and having fun. I finally pushed him too far, and the next thing I know I was down on my knees, and he had his dick in my mouth. I wasn’t thinking about anyone coming in and possibly witnessing our display, I was too lost in lust. Wasp was controlling my movements and I was enjoying the thrill of publically satisfying him. When he hit that brink of near release, he pulled me up by my hair and ripped my shirt and bra off. I was wearing a skirt, and he turned me around and shoved my face into the pool table. It was so hot that I remember being so wet I was dripping down my legs.”
“Okay, there’s sharing, then there’s sharing,” Rainey muses.
Not letting her deter me, I continue, “He shoved my skirt up to my hips and I remember him ripping my panties like they were paper. Those things were shredded! He tossed them in front of me and I remember thinking that I was going to give him hell afterwards because they were my favorite pair. With no warning, he shoved inside of me and I was lost in a haze of pleasure. He took me hard, fast, and uncontrollably. I’ve never come so quickly in my life! Anyhow, after we both found our release, we heard clapping and instead of being mortified, like I would have if I’d been sober, I curtsied and Wasp died laughing. Once we were dressed, we headed home. It was one of the most enthralling times of my life!”
“Our bad boys sure are good, aren’t they?” Cara questions. “Seems they all get off on everyone knowing what they’re doing with their women.” I see DJ give Cara a look and she blushes.
“Spill it, woman. I know that look,” DJ commands. She’s a bossy thing and I find I like her the longer we’re all together.
“I wouldn’t mind hearing, since sharing is caring and all of that,” Rainey inserts.
“Fine,” she grumbles but I see the grin playing on her lips and wonder what she’s gonna share.
Cara
“So, we were off on our honeymoon. Nan had the kids and it was just us two. We’d spent the day riding and y’all know what that bike does to each of us, if we’re being honest. I was feeling like one more mile would send me over the edge and I could feel him against my hands. Wanting him to stop, I ran my hands down him and the next thing I know, we’re pulling off and down some trail. Not too far in, but not out on the road, either.” I stop and sip at my fourth...or is it my fifth...margarita before continuing. “Anyhow, he somehow pulls me around to the front of him and has his hands everywhere. I’ve never seen him lose control like that, usually he’s calm, cool and collected. Before I can say anything, my jeans are off, my top is shoved up, my bra isn’t off but the cups are holding the girls up just right and he’s nipping and licking everywhere while unzipping his jeans.”
I see DJ fanning herself and grin because that memory is hot as hell. “I still don’t know how he managed to keep the bike upright but he did as he maneuvered me over him and down. The bike was still rumbling, he was thrusting up and I think I came for ten minutes straight. In fact, I was so blissed out, he pretty much moved me up and down on him, but I didn’t give that first single fuck. Once he finished, he reached into his saddlebags and grabbed out a pack of wipes and cleaned me up, then somehow, I got dressed again. We never spoke the whole time and I think that was probably the hottest thing about it! When he pulled back down the trail so we could head back to the cabin, there was a group of hikers standing there, mouths hanging open. If I had been in my right mind, I would have died, but right then, I didn’t give a shit. I waved at them as Braxton gunned the bike and they all scattered. We spent the rest of that night fucking like rabbits. Good times.”
By now, DJ is falling off her chair laughing. “What’s so funny?” Ashton asks, not understanding.
“You...you have no fucking idea just how prim and proper she is!” DJ states, pointing at Cara. “She’s the level-headed one, the woman who brings calm to the storm. Not some wild, screw the world, biker babe.”
“I most certainly am a biker babe,” Cara insists. “I’m his biker babe.”
“And I’m sure he loves you just the way you are,” Ashton tells me. “You’ve got that good girl vibe all over you, but I can tell from how you’re slinging your drinks that you’ve got a serious biker babe hiding inside.”
“Fuck yeah I do,” I mutter, giving DJ a dirty look, which would be scary if I actually had any venom behind it.
“What about you, Skylar, you have any fun stories to share?” Hannah shyly asks her. Even inebriated, she’s stil
l hesitant to insert herself.
Skylar
Shit! I think as Hannah looks at me. We’ve talked a little bit one-on-one about being in an M/F/M relationship, but I don’t know if I’m ready to share it with everyone here. Especially with Bailey sitting right next to me. I’m talking about her brother and a man that she feels is like a brother. Talk about awkward! But, I can share a little bit. Even if it’s just to get Hannah more comfortable talking to the women surrounding us. So, I think about everything we’ve been through over the years and the time at the waterfalls comes to mind. We should take another trip there soon.
“Well, it was definitely a learning experience,” I begin, a blush creeping up my face. “I honestly had no clue what to expect when I got with Cage and Joker. They were patient and let me lead things for a while. We all know that didn’t last long though. I’d have to say my favorite is when we go to the waterfalls in the park. Yeah, there’s a chance of being caught because it’s a public park, but I love it. The first time, I had no clue. They brought a picnic and it was a day of firsts for me. We ate and then decided to swim. That’s when they decided to use me being preoccupied by Cage’s sexy body to take advantage.”
I sip my drink before continuing. “Joker was the first to take advantage while I looked at the man standing naked in front of me. He played my body like a finely tuned violin until I was naked and in the water with Cage. As soon as Joker joined us, I was more than ready for them both to have their way with me. And they did a very thorough job,” I tell them, trying to leave parts out so that Bailey doesn’t get too grossed out. It’s different for her to talk because I have no ties like her to any guy in the club.
“I don’t know if I can sit here and listen to this,” Bailey grumbles, taking another drink and giving me a disgusted look at hearing anything about my men. “What about you, Hannah?”
“Um, what do you wanna know?” Hannah asks. The blush covering her face is part alcohol, part embarrassment if I had to guess.
“What was your most adventurous time with the sexy twin brothers?” Rainey asks.
Hannah
I think about all the times with my men, a grin playing on my lips. “Well, I was at work one day when the two of them came strolling in. At first, I thought they wanted to take me to lunch but they quickly hustled me into the ladies room after telling me that wasn’t why they were there. See, they were sleeping before I left and I may or may not have taken my lipstick and drawn a heart on a certain body part of theirs before I headed out. I never expected them to see what I’d done. Normally, they get up, hit the head and then the shower. Anyhow, Smokey barred the damn door and Bandit got me stripped down to nothing before I could open my mouth. I... I’m not a very brave person, but when they’re around, I forget that fact and I found myself plastered against Bandit kissing him. When Smokey came up behind me and I felt his heat against my back, I melted, which is what usually happens when they gang up on me.”
I glance around and see everyone’s attention on me, and when Skylar gives me a wink, I keep going. “Smokey whispered something about the gift I’d left them and then pushed me to my knees, where I came face to face with Bandit’s dick. Those men of mine had taken it a step further and he had a fucking bow on his dick, like a gift. I got them back, though. I managed to untie the bow with my tongue and then gave him what I had wanted that morning. Meanwhile, Smokey was behind me and I found myself moaning around Bandit’s dick as he worked me over. It didn’t take too long before I was in my own sandwich, the three of us moaning like porn stars or something as we chased our releases.”
“Jesus Christ, this happens at work?” DJ asks.
“Uh, yeah,” Cara replies. “Why do you think Braxton and Twisted have soundproof offices?”
“Fuck, I’m doing it wrong then,” DJ mutters.
“Uh, just saying, Hatch goes home for lunch all the time,” Cara states. “And he takes long lunches, too.”
“Seems our men are bikers first, huh?” Trinity muses. “Chief comes home whenever he’s on shift, too.”
“When they want it, they want it.” Ashton shrugs. “They’re bikers, they don’t care when, where, or how, as long as they get their dicks wet.”
Suddenly we hear a loud snore, and all look over to see Lizzie sound asleep in her chair, drool coming from the corner of her mouth. “Oh my God! That’s hysterical!” Bristol cries out.
She snaps to at our musings and asks, “Is sexy story time over?”
“For you it is,” DJ happily chimes in.
“Aww, but it was just getting good,” Lizzie complains. “I’m awake now,” she states as she sticks out her bottom lip.
“I think we should call it a night. We all have alcohol brain,” Ashton declares as she plays mom.
“B-but we haven’t eaten yet,” Lizzie stammers out.
We head inside and inhale food. Most of the women end up passing out with plates in hand. I have to say this is a good start to what is to become a time that we will all remember and cherish.
3
Jenalyn
Daylight pierces my eyes and I struggle to open them, but once I do, the pounding in my head commences. Looking over, I see Sidney passed out with a bowl of salsa still in hand. What the fuck? As my eyes scan the room, I notice she’s not the only one with something strange going on. Vanna’s bra is off and the strap is wrapped around her wrist. “Vanna! Sidney! Wake the fuck up,” I shout as loudly as I can before the sound of my own heartbeat drumming away in my head about does me in.
Sitting straight up looking like a deer in headlights, Sidney declares, “I need vitals, stat!” The bowl of salsa goes flying across the room and splats on the nearby wall.
“Way to go, doc,” I say unenthused and now slightly annoyed that there’s a mess to clean up. “Aren’t you supposed to have some of the steadiest hands around?”
Looking at the now empty bowl still in her hands, she states, “These steady hands are reserved for two things only; my man and my work.”
“Which you are not at,” I remind her, “and Vault’s not here.”
“What happened to Vault?” Vanna sits up, rubbing her eyes.
Both of my palms go over my face. “It’s too damn early for this shit. If I wanted to babysit, I would’ve brought Cami and Leo. Vanna, what in the hell did you do that you have your fucking bra wrapped around your wrist?”
She looks down at her wrist and the purple silken strap. “That is a damn good question. I think...I think that this is the result of me falling asleep while attempting to remove this thing,” she states while tugging and pulling it from her wrist until it’s free.
“That’s right, just let your girls fly free,” Sidney tells Vanna.
“Yes, Sidney, we know all about your freak flag as of last night,” I say through a giggle as I happen to actually remember that moment. Oh geez, this is going to be like when I was in college in California. It only took one party for me to realize that I was never going to get as wasted as I had when I woke up with blank spaces in my memory bank.
“What?” Sidney asks as her cheeks turn a nice bright shade of rose. “Freak flag?”
“Sidney, my dear, don’t you remember that I’m the female you wouldn’t mind doing?” Asthon giggles like a young schoolgirl.
“I’m still sorta jealous that you’d do Ashton before me,” Rainey pouts.
Ashton is sprawled out on the couch with a rainbow-colored feather boa wrapped around her neck. What the fuck did we all do last night? “Um, Ash, is there anything you wanna share with us?” Bristol questions.
“Not that I’m aware of, why?” she questions as she blows a feather from between her lips. “I had to get one that would go with every outfit,” she deadpans and the room quickly erupts into uncontrollable laughter.
“Oh, my damn head.” Rainey grabs the sides of her temples, tears streaming down her face. “You bitches are bad influences.”
Standing, Sidney immediately begins to go into doctor mode. “Not to wo
rry girls, I brought my medical equipment. After a good hydration from an IV, you’ll be good as new. Especially you, Ashton.” Sidney shoots her a wink and more laughter echoes throughout the room. “It’s just a joke, though. I’m strictly dickly, now.”
“What do you mean, now?” I ask her and her only response back to me is yet another wink. “And IV’s? No fucking wonder it looked like you were packed to move with four full suitcases. We were piled in like sardines. Now I know why.”
“Fuck that, someone give me some damn gatorade,” Bristol cries out while looking at Sidney as if she’s lost her marbles.
“I’ll even drink that nasty pedialyte bullshit for kids to get in my electrolytes. Fuck sticking me with a needle unless it’s ink therapy,” Rainey adds.
“Or piercings,” Ashton helpfully replies.
“Or that,” Rainey agrees.
“Fine, ya big old babies,” Sidney admonishes. “What about you two?” Her eyes shift between Vanna and myself.
“I’m in,” I let her know, rubbing my temples. “Whatever will get me over this the fastest. I trust you.”
“I trust you, too. But, I think I’ll do the Pedialyte thing Rainey was talking about,” Vanna responds.
“Not me, thanks anyways, Sidney. I’m an old-fashioned sorta girl. Hair of the dog and I’ll be good as new in no time,” Ashton supplies.
“I’m with Ashton,” DJ states. “Cara?”
Cara looks over at Sidney and says, “Shoot me up, Sidney.” Once again, we’re all laughing.
“Still can’t believe you thought to bring all of the supplies that you did. Then again, after looking around this living room, I never thought we’d find ourselves in this predicament.” I stand and get an immediate head rush. “Where do you want us?” I ask her before she begins walking toward the room.
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