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tearfully yelled at me.
“Where are you going?”
I grabbed my jacket and keys.
“Out. I need a fucking drink.”
Slamming the door behind me, I left, climbed onto my Ducati and headed into town. There was a bar there called Jack’s and it was the place the guys from work and I would end up hanging at on a Friday night.
I thought about Benny’s and that made me think of Mel, Amy and Kate. I pulled out my cell and contemplated calling Amy but I decided not to.
I was still a little pissed at her and with the news I’d just got followed by the argument I’d just had, I wasn’t in a great frame of mind to be having it out with her over the phone.
Firing up the bike, I smiled. Perfect purring . I kicked the stand away and sped off and into town.
****
The bar was pretty busy and as I glanced around I spotted a familiar face smiling at me. She waved me over and leaned into her hip as I approached. “Hey hottie. How’s it going?” Lizzie was one of the waitresses at the bar. With long dark hair and her soft almond shaped eyes, the Hawaiian beauty was off the charts sexy.
“I’m good Liz. How about you?”
She shrugged. “Actually Ollie, I have this terrible itch that needs scratching…”
I chuckled. Lizzie and I had been playing ‘who will out flirt the other’ for weeks.
“Well, I have a piece of equipment that is reserved for just that purpose. I’d be happy to assist you.”
She blushed. “Okay, you win.”
Winking at me she headed for the bar and I followed her before ordering my usual. A beer and a sandwich.
I sat for hours just thinking about everything. About Layla, my father, the fight with Amy. I even thought about my mom. The whole situation depressed me.
Signaling Lizzie over, I ordered a glass of bourbon. I drank it quickly and winced a little as the liquid slid down my throat. I slammed my glass back on the bar and ordered another, then another and another and another and…you get the idea.
The room spun a little. Or maybe it was just my swaying. Getting to my feet I stumbled backward a little and two delicate hands caught my arm and held me tightly.
“Whoa there stud. You okay?”
I nodded and fished in my pocket for my keys. Pulling them out, I had them snatched away from me by Lizzie who was still clutching my arm.
“You’re not driving anywhere tonight. I’ll call you a cab.” I shook my head.
“I can’t go home. I fucking hate it there.”
She gave me a suggestive smile and I got the message. Leaning in to her ear, I whispered softly.
“I could always come back to your place. You’ve saved the bike…so now you should ride the driver.”
She turned to face me and nipped gently on my bottom lip.
“Mmmm. I thought you’d never ask.”
Taking my arm she led me out to the parking lot. She pointed at an old VW van that looked as though it had just pulled out of Woodstock.
My hand gripped her thigh as we walked. As we made it to the van, I gave in to my needs and pushed Lizzie hard against the side of it.
The entire place was deserted and she was conveniently wearing a skirt. She pulled a foil packet from her purse as I slid my hand up her skirt and ripped her panties away from her. She yelped as I pushed two fingers inside her wet little pussy.
“Oh fuck Ollie.”
I grinned. She made quick work of my belt and zipper and as she pushed my shorts down, she gripped my throbbing dick in her palm. I groaned and withdrew my fingers, opened the condom packet and slid it onto my cock. Gripping the hem of her skirt, I rolled it up and pressed her fiercely against the van. Her legs wrapped around me and I moved myself into position, teasing her opening.
“Oh do it, do it now.”
Wish granted. I thrust up inside her forcefully and she cried out as I filled her. It wasn’t drawn out and it wasn’t romantic. It was hardcore and frenzied fucking. I rammed into her repeatedly as she kissed me hungrily. We both panted and gasped for breath as our orgasms grew closer.
“Where are you going?”
I grabbed my jacket and keys.
“Out. I need a fucking drink.”
Slamming the door behind me, I left, climbed onto my Ducati and headed into town. There was a bar there called Jack’s and it was the place the guys from work and I would end up hanging at on a Friday night.
I thought about Benny’s and that made me think of Mel, Amy and Kate. I pulled out my cell and contemplated calling Amy but I decided not to.
I was still a little pissed at her and with the news I’d just got followed by the argument I’d just had, I wasn’t in a great frame of mind to be having it out with her over the phone.
Firing up the bike, I smiled. Perfect purring . I kicked the stand away and sped off and into town.
****
The bar was pretty busy and as I glanced around I spotted a familiar face smiling at me. She waved me over and leaned into her hip as I approached. “Hey hottie. How’s it going?” Lizzie was one of the waitresses at the bar. With long dark hair and her soft almond shaped eyes, the Hawaiian beauty was off the charts sexy.
“I’m good Liz. How about you?”
She shrugged. “Actually Ollie, I have this terrible itch that needs scratching…”
I chuckled. Lizzie and I had been playing ‘who will out flirt the other’ for weeks.
“Well, I have a piece of equipment that is reserved for just that purpose. I’d be happy to assist you.”
She blushed. “Okay, you win.”
Winking at me she headed for the bar and I followed her before ordering my usual. A beer and a sandwich.
I sat for hours just thinking about everything. About Layla, my father, the fight with Amy. I even thought about my mom. The whole situation depressed me.
Signaling Lizzie over, I ordered a glass of bourbon. I drank it quickly and winced a little as the liquid slid down my throat. I slammed my glass back on the bar and ordered another, then another and another and another and…you get the idea.
The room spun a little. Or maybe it was just my swaying. Getting to my feet I stumbled backward a little and two delicate hands caught my arm and held me tightly.
“Whoa there stud. You okay?”
I nodded and fished in my pocket for my keys. Pulling them out, I had them snatched away from me by Lizzie who was still clutching my arm.
“You’re not driving anywhere tonight. I’ll call you a cab.” I shook my head.
“I can’t go home. I fucking hate it there.”
She gave me a suggestive smile and I got the message. Leaning in to her ear, I whispered softly.
“I could always come back to your place. You’ve saved the bike…so now you should ride the driver.”
She turned to face me and nipped gently on my bottom lip.
“Mmmm. I thought you’d never ask.”
Taking my arm she led me out to the parking lot. She pointed at an old VW van that looked as though it had just pulled out of Woodstock.
My hand gripped her thigh as we walked. As we made it to the van, I gave in to my needs and pushed Lizzie hard against the side of it.
The entire place was deserted and she was conveniently wearing a skirt. She pulled a foil packet from her purse as I slid my hand up her skirt and ripped her panties away from her. She yelped as I pushed two fingers inside her wet little pussy.
“Oh fuck Ollie.”
I grinned. She made quick work of my belt and zipper and as she pushed my shorts down, she gripped my throbbing dick in her palm. I groaned and withdrew my fingers, opened the condom packet and slid it onto my cock. Gripping the hem of her skirt, I rolled it up and pressed her fiercely against the van. Her legs wrapped around me and I moved myself into position, teasing her opening.
“Oh do it, do it now.”
Wish granted. I thrust up inside her forcefully and she cried out as I filled her. It wasn’t drawn out and it wasn’t romantic. It was hardcore and frenzied fucking. I rammed into her repeatedly as she kissed me hungrily. We both panted and gasped for breath as our orgasms grew closer.
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