Top down on the convertible, the scarf I had wrapped so tightly around my hair threatening to unravel itself in the wind, I pressed harder on the gas pedal as I meandered down the scenic Pacific Highway on my way back home. Home. Just like any other normal college student during summer break. Except things would never be normal for me. Not as long as I was my father’s daughter.
I could only imagine what my father would do now, when he saw what Billy had done. The trouble is, by going home I wasn’t sure whether I was signing Billy’s death sentence or my father’s.
The blonde in bed beside me stirred. What the fuck was her name again? Jessie? Jessica? Jane? Something with a J. I hope her name is "Judy". I've always wanted to fuck a "Judy," I thought. My head pounded like someone was driving a nail through my temple, and I tried to focus. Shit. I needed to take it easier on the partying when we made runs up the coast. I was getting too old for this. I went to take a leak, still groggy, but when I came back, I definitely started to perk up at the the sight of the blonde.
She was sprawled across the dirty sheets, her ass bare, tribal tramp stamp snaking across her lower back, accentuating her curves. Not that they needed accentuating. She had a nice ass. Of course, I didn't remember it from last night. Not at all. This morning, though-today was a new day, even with my splitting headache. My cock was getting hard just looking at her.
I slid my hand over her rump and she looked over her shoulder at me, face tired. Yeah, I’d definitely worn beer goggles last night. No matter. I didn’t need to look at her face.
“Aw, baby,” she said. “Aren’t you tired?”
“I was,” I said. “Now I’m not.” I pressed my cock against her so she could feel my hardness. Reaching around, I cupped her breast, feeling her nipple stiffen at my touch. She moaned softly, and I knew I had her.
I rolled over, reaching for a condom, and she watched me over her shoulder as I unrolled it on my length. She wasn’t a terrible looking girl-still young, probably early thirties, a few years younger than me, with a good figure. Not like some of the girls you’d see around the clubs, their tits sagging to their stomachs.
Fuck. My head was pounding.
The door swung open, and Tank stood, framed by the doorway. “Get up, Blaze.”
“Hey!” The blonde’s voice was shrill. “Can’t you see we’re about to fuck here?”
I grinned. “Get the fuck out, Tank.”
“Itchy’s ready to go.”
“Head out. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
“You sure, Veep?” he asked, not caring that I was lying in bed with a naked girl, holding my cock. If I had to sit here and converse with him, I was going to lose my boner.
“Yeah, I’m sure," I said, doing nothing to keep the irritation out of my voice. “Get the fuck out of here.” I heard the door shut behind him.
Back to the business at hand. I ran my thumb over the girl’s nipple again, listening to her moan softly as I cupped her breast. Her tits were nice, soft and natural, not like a lot of the girls who hung out at the club. The club whores were mostly strippers or girls who wanted a free sample, either of the merchandise or the bikers. I hated that, more than anything. I might booze up a lot, smoke some weed, do a line of coke every so often, but real drugs? Meth? Not my scene. That shit would kill you. I had way too many other potential ways of being killed to overdose or have that shit eat out my brain.
“Like what you feel?” she asked. “I bet you don’t see natural tits like these on the girls in L.A.”
“No way, baby,” I said. “These are Palo Alto originals.” She liked that. She would have liked anything I said. She was ready and willing, eager to please, probably hanging around the clubhouse angling to be someone’s Old Lady. It wouldn’t be mine.
I nuzzled her neck, kissing the back of it as I slid my hand down the length of her body, slipping my fingers between her legs. Nice.
“You ready?” I whispered.
“I'm always ready for you, Blaze,” she said.
Pushing her legs apart, I plunged my fingers into her, spreading her. She was tight. I wished I remembered last night.
“Here.” I pulled her by the waist, helping her to her knees as I got behind her, my cock rigid.
“Oh yeah,” she said, looking over her shoulder. “Come on, Blaze.” I teased her opening with my cock, and pushed into her, entering her hard. She threw her head back as I began fucking her from behind, her hair falling down her back.
Gripping her waist tightly, I held her as I gathered momentum, my thrusts short and quick. I wanted it fast and hard, didn’t give a shit whether she came or not. But she moaned anyhow, apparently liking what I was doing. She reached up to rub herself as I fucked her, my movements hard and rough. But the rougher I was, the more turned on she was, and her moans grew louder as I plunged deeper inside her.
"Yeah, baby," she said. "Do it just like that."
I smacked her ass cheek, the flesh jiggling from the impact of my blow, and heard her scream, but not from pain. Her muscles clenched down around me as she came, triggering my orgasm, and heat flowed through me. When I was finished, I pulled out of her, slapping her on the rump.
"That was good, Jessica."