“Oh my fucking God….Yes, oh please keep fuck me…” I screamed
“I’m cumming….oh, God, I am going to cum…I am cumming…again….oh God…..I’m cumming….again……again…oh. God….”
I felt his cock begin to swell, and he began to cum…..his warm cum shot out of his cock like it came from a gun. Oh God it felt so good. He slowed down as he came, and buried himself deeper, he was throbbing and convulsing inside of me…small spurts of warmth inside with each convulsion.
As he came, I came with him, hard. “Holyyyyy Fuckkkkkkkk.
“Oh, my….”
“God.”
I could feel his shirt on my bare chest and stomach. It felt like silk. It was skin tight. Smooth. I could feel his chest muscles, and his rippled stomach. He was huge. He covered my entire body.
I felt him slowly side out. His weight shifted on the bed. And then the bed was free of all weight.
His lips press against my lips. Softly they kissed me, and were gone.
Fingers on my face. Sliding to my cheeks. My blindfold sliding…
Oh wow. So bright. I can’t see. I’m fucking blind. Jesus, I went blind. Bright. So bright.
I blinked my eyes. I could see a halo of a man in front of me. A shadow. A silhouette. I blinked again. And again. I focused my eyes, and blinked again.
“Erik?!”
“You didn’t sound very certain,” he said, laughing.
“Well, I couldn’t see you, I was blind for a minute, I knew it was you,” I assured him.
“Did you?” he asked, still laughing softly.
“Yes, I could tell by your touch, your cock, your smell,”
“I purposely didn’t wear cologne here tonight, and when I left, I went to the basement and put on different cologne,” he said.
“Well, I could smell
you
,” I said, “You have a scent, and I
know
it.”
“Okay, I’m sure you do, baby girl,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.
As he kissed me, he reached up and unbuckled each of my arms. Surprisingly, they didn’t hurt. I reached around him, and held him in my arms. As I held him, he sat up, and pulled me with him. As we sat on the bed, he reached behind him, and unbuckled my ankles.
I raised my legs above his thighs, and wrapped them around him. My arms around his neck, I held him tight.
“Did I make you mad the other night?” I asked.
“Nope,” he responded quickly.
“Well, wait. You don’t even know when I am taking about. This was the night…”
“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I have never been mad at you,” he responded.
“Okay, well, did I disappoint…”
“Nope, same answer, you’ve never disappointed me,” he said sharply.
“Never, not once,” I asked, excitedly.
“Not one time baby girl,” he responded.
I felt warm inside. I hugged him and held him tight. I had so much to say. So much to tell him. I held him in my arms. He held me, his hands sliding up and down my back slowly, pulling me closer to him.
Love that is developed….
ERIK.
As I pulled my bike in and parked it beside Teddy’s, I look at the patio. He was sitting where we were seated the last time we were here. He turned and watched me as I shut it off and pulled the key from the ignition. As I began to walk toward the patio, he stood up and walked to the patio entrance.
As soon as I got to the entrance, he shook my hand, and embraced me in a hug.
“How’s it going, brother?” I asked.
“It’s all good,” he responded.
I walked to the table where he was sitting and sat down in the same seat I sat in the last time. That is one thing I never quite understood or complained about either. With bikers, when we frequented places, wherever it is that you sit in an establishment, it is always
your
seat. If we went into an establishment for the first time, and I sat in the third seat from the left at the second table from the end, that seat would become
my
seat. The next time we went there, if someone tried to sit there, one of the fella’s would say, “Hey, that’s Doc’s seat”. Strange, but comforting in the same respect.
“I ordered you
water and I got a beer. I just got here myself,” Teddy said.
“I heard your exhaust crackling as soon as I shut my bike off, I knew you hadn’t been here long,” I said as I motioned to his bike.
“Ride it like you stole it, you know how I do it, Doc,” he said, smiling.
I shook my head.
“So, how’s Heather?” I asked.
“She’s god damn good, Doc,” Teddy responded, nodding his head.
“Good, you guys actually get along?” I asked.
“Oh hell, Doc, all we been doin’ is fucking for the last few weeks. She fucks me silly. Gets those big titties out, gets on top of me, and she just rides my meat like she’s getting’ paid,” he said, laughing.
“Do you guys
get along
?” I asked.
“Shit, I just told ya,” he said, scowling at me like I was an idiot.
“What’s her last name?” I asked.
He raised his eyebrows.
“Middle name?”
He raised his eyebrows again, and shook his head.
“Birthday?”
“Fuck Doc, we been fuckin’, not filling out applications for employment. I ain’t got no goddamned idea what her fuckin’ name is - beyond Heather. Wouldn’t know that had you not told me. I don’t know where she lives, when her birthday is, or nothing. I know this, she’s six foot fucking two, and her titties are 34 J’s. I looked at her bra.
“Jesus, J’s?” I asked.
“Yep, J’s,” Teddy responded, smiling as he nodded his head in an exaggerated fashion.
“Biggest fuckers I ever seen. They’re crazy big. And, she ain’t got no kids, so they’re still good and high. Well, as high as a ten pound titty can be.”
“Well, that’s good, I suppose,” I said, laughing.
“How’s baby girl,” Teddy asked.
“She’s good. She’s a damn good girl. She may be around for a bit,” I said, waiting to see how Teddy would respond.
“Well, if she makes you happy, Doc, it makes me happy.”
“Hey, you hear about A-Train?” Teddy asked.
“Well, I heard there was some mess with him and his wife, but that’s it,” I answered.
“Listen to this. Lemme see. Okay, Train’s wife was hanging out with that friend of his, Steve. They’re going to lunch, getting a coffee, and shit like that. So, people start telling Train,
Hey, Steve’s fuckin’ your girl.
Train tells ‘em all,
Nope. I don’t believe it
. This was maybe a month ago, from the way I heard it,” Teddy said, stopping as the waitress walked out.
The waitress delivered our drinks, and left menu’s at the table.
“Where’s Heather?” I asked.
“Working inside. She ain’t got the patio today. Okay, so this goes on for a bit, people telling Train that his girl’s being laid by his buddy Steve. He tells ‘em bullshit. So, I guess a week ago, maybe two, Train pulls her aside one night. They’re at home. He asks her,
you fucking Steve?
She tells him no. He says he can tell by looking at her she’s telling a damn lie. He asks her again, she starts balling. Admits to fucking Steve for a few months,” Teddy stopped and took a gulp from his beer.
“So, he tells her, okay, it ain’t
that
big of a deal. He says they can get through this. Work it out. Tells her to agree to stop fucking Steve. She agrees, and begs Train to not beat Steve’s ass. Train agrees. Now I am telling you, I’d a beat the brakes off that motherfucker if he had fucked my girl. But, you know A-Train; he’s all about giving a guy a chance. Guy. Girl. Hell, anybody. Heaven help a motherfucker crosses him twice, though,” he took another gulp from his beer, swallowed, and took a breath.
“Let me get this straight…he caught her fucking Steve - or she admitted to it, and he said they could work it out?” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Yeah, wait. There’s a bunch more. So…a few weeks or maybe a week or whatever passes, and she don’t come home from work. Sends Train a text. Says she’s working late – which she does often. But it’s a Friday, so Train wonders. He says he gets to wondering why work Friday night and not Saturday or Sunday morning. You know how he’s always thinking, he’s slick…”
I interrupted, “Hold on, did you hear this from A-Train, or from someone else?”
“The Train himself told me,” he responded, lifting his beer mug to his mouth with both hands.
“Okay, sorry Crash, go ahead.”
“Ok, let’s see…anyway, he’s uhm…he’s got a text from her. Says she’s working late. He wonders, because it’s Friday; why ain’t she coming home and going in to the office in the morning. He waits till about 8:00, and he calls her. She answers. He says she says some shit like,
hey baby
. Now, he said as soon as he heard that, he knew what was up. She never answers the phone like that. You know The Train; he’s all into patterns of behavior and shit. Anyway, he said he asks her a question. He says,
so, what are you doing?
She says
driving
, and she sits there, music playing in the background,” Teddy paused for effect, raised one eyebrow, took a slow drink, and put his mug on the table.
“Now, here’s where it gets good. Train says,
Okay, here’s the deal, that’s ‘The Weeks’ on the radio. Ain’t no station in town play ‘The Weeks’, and you ain’t got ‘The Weeks’ CD. So, you’re either with Steve, because he’s got the CD, or he’s in your car, and you’re listening to his CD
, ” he placed his forearms flat onto the table, leaned forward, and looked me in the eyes as he raised both eyebrows.
“Well, what fucking happened, Teddy?” I asked.
“She starts screaming.
Oh my fucking God, he knows were together
, and goes apeshit. She tells The Train,
Oh, I’m so sorry,
and then starts screaming at Steve that she’s sorry, and back at The Train, and the Train says
, Do not come home
, and she starts screaming,
Oh my God, he’s gonna kill us,
. And the Train hangs up. Said she called back a few times, and he didn’t answer.” Teddy stood up, wiped his forehead, and looked into the parking lot.
I was afraid of what was next. People get into relationships with another man’s wife, and don’t always consider the repercussions associated with doing so. To them it’s about sex and fun. The woman wants a relationship. The man lies, and tells her what she wants to hear. Sooner or later, people always get hurt. The maintenance of love. If people put the energy into the relationship that they are already in, most could be saved. Teddy turned, and walked back to the table slowly.
“So, Train loads his fucking assault rifle, drives to Steve’s fucking house, and stakes it out. He’s in full fucking gear, flipped the fuck out. Going around the house, setting trip wires and shit. Her car is in the driveway. Sends a message to Steve. Says, ‘If you call the cops, I will at least kill the first two on the scene, we both know that. And you will have the blood of those cops on your hands,’ cause he knows Steve’s a tree hugging Buddhist. Sends both of ‘em a text message. Says, ‘if I see your head pop up in a window, I’m gonna kill ya’. And he goes back to the street, gets in his truck and sits and waits - with night vision goggles on,” Teddy pushed his palms down on the table, and straightened his arms, pressing his massive chest outward.
“Well, what happened? Jesus, Teddy.”
“He sat there three fucking days. From Friday night till Monday night. Nobody came out, nobody moved. Doubt if anybody slept. Steve says he sure didn’t. Said the adrenaline and such, plus no sleep and no shower had him smelling like a wet monkey. Said he smoked six packs of cigarettes. Took six packs. Said when he smoked the last one, he started the truck, and sent a text, and said, ‘It’s over. I don’t care what you do, I’m done,’ Teddy stopped, and exhausted the breath from his lungs in an exaggerated fashion.
“Well, what’s happened since?” I asked, wondering what became of Steve, A-Train’s wife, and A-Train himself.
“Well, you know The Train. Strange fucker right there. He just lets go. He says,
fine, fuck it. No big deal.
He files divorce paperwork the next day. Say, Tuesday. And then calls Steve, and says he wants to meet. Steve says
fuck no
, calling the Train crazy. And Train says,
dude, you fucked my wife, you owe me this.
Steve is scared it’s a trap, and don’t wanna meet. Train convinces him it ain’t a trap, tells him he will meet in a pair of shorts, and flip-flops, with no shirt – to prove he ain’t packing. Crazy bastard. And he said Steve agreed. So, he meets him at that coffee shop up the street here. Rides his fucking chopper. In God damned shorts, no shirt, and fucking flip-flops. He gets off, stands out front, and waits for Steve. Steve pulls up, walks up to Train, and asks what he wants. Train shakes his hand. Tells him,
sorry for the grief I put you through at the house
, it was uncalled for. And then tells him
good luck
….and he gets on his bike and leaves. In flip-flops and fucking shorts,” Teddy slapped the table with his hands as he finished the sentence.