Beauty and the Biker(4)

I hear a throat clear, and I realize I’ve been staring at her while Lucias has been talking. I look at Julie’s face and she blushes a little. Even her blush is sexy as fuck.

“This is my friend, Sierra.” Julie motions towards her friend.

“Nice to meet you,” I say, reaching out and shaking her hand. She’s a good-looking girl. She’s got short curly hair and bright green eyes. She’s got on cut-off jean shorts and a bikini top so the tattooed sleeves of her arms show. She reaches over and takes my hand firmly, giving me a chin nod as a hello. She then turns to Lucias, unabashedly looking him up and down.

“You’re cute. Show me around this place.”

Lucias laughs a little and takes her into the house.

I look back over to Julie, and we stand there silently for a second. I can see her eyeing me up and down, and I can tell from the look on her face she likes what she sees.

I reach out and take her hand, leading her into the house. “Thanks for coming.”

“Not like you gave me much of a choice.”

“It got you here so I’m making no apologies.”

Once inside, I show her around the house, and then take her out back to see the pool. Scribe has a sweet set-up out here with a huge pool and lots of space for entertaining. Once I give her the general introductions, I grab us a couple of beers and head to the other side of the pool. It’s a bit quieter and out of the way, and we sit on two lounge chairs so we can talk. Yeah, fucking talk. I don't know what it is about this chick but I want to know everything about her, and I know my time is limited.

I watch as she stands up and takes off her cover up, revealing her body, barely hidden by her tiny bathing suit.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, or so I thought. I see the blush across her face, letting me know I wasn’t so subtle.

She sits down and looks at her beer. After a few seconds she looks around, and then lets out a breath as if she’s come to some decision.

“Look, you seem like a really nice guy and, God, are you gorgeous.” I start to interrupt with a joke, but she holds her hand up to stop me. “I’m only eighteen. So I can’t even drink this beer. I know you're on leave and I don't want to get you into trouble.”

She has a look of utter disappointment on her face as she hands me her drink. I knew she looked young, but I didn’t realize she was that young. Suddenly I’m worried if I should’ve invited her here. I should’ve taken her somewhere private instead of asking her to come to a party with a bunch of crass Marines.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. Do you want to go somewhere else?” I ask. I don’t want her to get upset and leave, and I’m not finished with her yet. I'm also not ashamed to beg. Again.

Her face turns bright red, and she looks anywhere but at me. “It’s fine, I just didn’t want to get you in trouble. I tried to say no and I knew this was a bad idea.” She reaches for her cover up, and starts to put it back on. “I’ll just find Sierra and we can go.”

She stands up and my brain kicks in. “No!” I shout, and grab her wrist. I look around and see everyone staring in our direction, and her friend makes her way over to us. I reluctantly let go of her wrist, and people go back to what they were doing, trying not to cause a scene.

“You okay, Jules?” Sierra asks.

“Yeah, I’m good. You ready to go?” I can see they do some eye exchange and Sierra nods her head.

“Wait. Please don’t go.” I panic and try to think of something to get them to stay. “Look, there’s a theater room in the house. Why don’t we put something on, and you and I can talk some more? Please. No drinking, nothing crazy. Let’s just talk.” I can hear the note of desperation in my voice, but I don't give a fuck.

“Hang on a second,” Sierra says, and pulls Julie over to the side. They have a short convo, and walk back over to where I’m standing.

Sierra looks me in the eyes, and after a second I guess she finds what she’s looking for. “You’re in luck. Your friend Knox, I guess you call him ‘Scribe’, is kind of cute, so I don’t mind hanging out while you guys talk a bit. But the second she asks to leave, we are out of here. No protests, no arguments. We are gone. Got it?”

“Got it.”

I don’t waste any time, taking Julie by the hand, leading her inside to the end of the house and into the room Scribe uses as a movie room. There’s a big projector screen at one end and a couple of couches at the other. I walk over and choose a movie at random while Julie sits on the couch. Once it’s up and playing, I go sit beside her and turn my body so I’m facing her.