"Why? What's wrong with us?" I asked, my mouth struggling to form words. I drank my beer quickly, suddenly realizing how thirsty I was. The two boys grinned at each other.
"Nothing. You just ain't our type of girls," one said, with a chuckle.
"Any of you been on a bike before?" the other said, a knowing look in his eyes. I didn't like that look; it was demeaning.
"Actually, yes. We all have. You ever heard of Beartooth Rally? We all went last year," I said, lying through my teeth. It was surprisingly easy to lie in my current state. It also wasn't that big a lie; we had all ridden motorcycles before. There's not much to do in Montana, and taking a quick ride on the back of your Dad's bike, or uncle's bike, or boyfriend's bike, or friend's boyfriend's bike, was a popular way to spend an afternoon.
Alicia and Becky looked at me wide-eyed, and I prayed they'd go along with the lie. In true best friend fashion, they did.
"Yeah, I love bikes," Alicia said, grinning ear to ear at me.
"No big deal," Becky added, doing her part. Boon came up to the table just at that moment and took his seat back, a dour look on his face.
"Get reamed?" one of the boys asked with a genuine look of concern.
"Nah. Just got some info on that job in Cody," Boon said, shaking his head.
"You're not about that, are you? Gotta say, some of us aren't, either," said the other boy. The three guys were having their own conversation, ignoring us entirely, and I was getting really curious. Worried that my current state would lead me to pry, I busied myself with drinking my beer. Boon lit another cigarette.
"Yeah, well, some of us ain't all of us, and if Tank says we do it, we do it," he said, as though he were reciting lines from a play. He turned back to us, attempting to smile. It was something of a failure; the concern stayed etched in his face.
"So, ladies, where to next? You don't wanna stick around here with these assholes all night, do you?"
"Actually, I hate to be ‘that girl', but I'm really getting awfully tired," Becky said. I could tell she was being honest, and that she felt bad about being a buzz-kill. To be honest, I was getting tired, too. The pot had gone straight to my head and, in conjunction with the more-than-usual amount of alcohol I'd had, I was finding myself getting pretty sleepy.
"Me too," Alicia slurred, her eyes half-lidded already. Boon nodded, not looking disappointed but also not looking happy. I looked at my phone. It was 2am. I was amazed; how had time slipped by so fast? It was definitely time to get going.
"Okay, girls, a cab?" I said, thinking that none of us would be able to find our way back to the hotel, and that if I had to walk a whole block in my heels I'd probably wind up sleeping on the street.
"I'll call you one," Boon said, pulling out his phone. After a brief conversation, he hung up. "Fifteen minutes."
"Just enough time to pee," I said, giggling at the way the word "pee" sounded. It sounded very, very funny to me. I got up, wobbling slightly, and looked around for the restroom. Boon pointed behind him, and I saw a narrow corridor with a unisex bathroom sign. It was tucked away in a dark corner, and I would never have found it on my own.
I smiled at him and made my way towards the bathroom, feeling lightheaded and giddy. I nearly fell over trying to pull down my panties and sit down, but I managed to pee and wipe without any disaster befalling me. As I washed my hands, I looked into the caked-over, cracked mirror. I looked exactly like I felt: a little tired, a little overwhelmed, a little lust-struck. My make-up was smudged in a way that I thought looked a lot like a Covergirl ad. I look hot, I thought to myself, in surprise.
I never really thought of myself as being hot or sexy, mostly because I never really knew what it was like to want to look hot or sexy. Because I'd never felt compelled to be sexy for someone, I just never let it into my radar. But that night, I felt sexy as hell. I closed my eyes and thought about Boon; a moment of panic took me over as I realized that this might be the last time I ever saw him, and that we wouldn't have a private moment for me to fulfill my goal.
That's when I heard the knocking on the door. Annoyed at first that someone would interrupt my private moment, I just sighed and turned off the taps, shaking my hands dry. I opened the door, ready to slip past whoever was on the other side, but found myself propelled backwards into the bathroom. The door slammed shut. Boon was standing in front of me, his eyes now dark and knowing. I felt my heart beating hard in my chest, my breathing shallow.
"Hi," he said, that wicked grin back on his face.
"Hi," I said, blushing and suddenly shy. I didn't have time to ponder the situation, though. Before I could blink, I was pinned against the cold tile, Boon's lips on mine. His lips were firm but soft, pressing against mine urgently, and I opened my mouth for him, allowing his tongue to slip between my lips. His tongue probed my mouth, dancing with my own as my head detached from my shoulders and drifted off into space.
The kiss was hot, and I felt myself grabbing Boon by the waist, pulling him towards me. I could feel his hot breath in my mouth and wanted more, wanted his breath in my lungs, wanted his tongue down my throat, his hands all over my body.
Even in my intoxicated stupor, I could feel my nerves coming alive as his mouth slipped off mine and down to my chin, tracing wet, hard kisses along my jawline and then down my neck. I moaned underneath him, my hands desperately digging into his waist. His hands found my waist, too, and I shivered as I felt him clutch my hips, pulling me towards him.
I could feel his hardness through his tight jeans, and was amazed as my legs parted for him, allowing him to grind me into the wall. His member pressed against my panties, and I felt a thrill down there as my virgin pussy got wet for the first time. I didn't even really know it was happening: all I knew was that Boon was making all the hair on my body stand on end as he nibbled my earlobes.
Just as suddenly as it began, it was over. Boon pulled away, leaving me panting against the bathroom wall. He grinned at me, that grin that would be my undoing. Then, he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.
I lingered in the bathroom, catching my breath. What had just happened? How had I gone from never having a kiss that meant anything to wanting to strip down and fuck a perfect stranger in the bathroom of a biker bar? I didn't care; in that moment, I didn't care about a damn thing. I just wanted more.
7
To their undying credit, Becky and Alicia were fairly civil about what had so obviously transpired until we were in the cab and the bar was far behind us. After that, though, it was all-out girl talk.
"How was it?"
"Was it AMAZING?"
"Oh my God, he is SO HOT!"
"See, boys really ARE fun!"
"Tell us everything, you whore!"
Becky and Alicia's excited shrills mixed together in an incoherent mess as I stared out the window, watching the bright lights grow nearer as we got closer to the main strip. I wanted to tell them how it was, but I didn't know how. Also, I didn't know how to tell them what I really wanted now that I'd had a taste.
"It was … I mean, guys … it was life-changing," I finally said, looking over at my friends. Alicia was still glassy-eyed, her head lolling back on the seat, but Becky was fairly together and she must have seen something in my eyes that gave her cause for concern.
"Life-changing? Okay, I'm sure it was hot, girl, but life-changing? That's a little much, isn't it?"
"Um, well, I don't know, Beck. I've never felt so … hot! Like, I never got it … until tonight … damn," I said, losing myself in the warm memory of Boon's kiss.
"Well, I'm glad you got it out of your system," Becky said, her tone sharp. The thing about best friends is that they always know what you're thinking, sometimes even before you do. And Becky knew that I was thinking about more than just kissing Boon. I was thinking about doing a lot more with him.
"Did you get his number?" Alicia asked, rolling her head to face me. I suddenly realized that I hadn't: despair gripped me as I realized that without a number, or even a last name, I would probably never see Boon again. I groaned and slunk down in my seat.
"Oh, it's for the better, Samantha. He was fun for a make-out, but that guy was no good. You saw his friends, where he took us. You would really regret it if you … uh … let yourself get carried away with a boy like that," Becky said, always the voice of (irritating) reason. I felt annoyance flash through me, but it was quickly replaced by more disappointment.
On the one hand, I knew Becky was right. On the other hand, I knew she was dead wrong. I wouldn't regret it. I would love every moment of it. Even if I never saw him after … sure, that would probably hurt, but at least I'd have it out of my system. This throbbing, raw desire would be gone – or at least lessened.