“I can handle myself,” Vanessa said, and then she set two empty shot glasses on the bar. “What are we drinking?” she asked Tank as Susan went on, leaving them alone.
“Vodka,” Tank said, and he set a large bill on the bar. “As much as this will get us.”
Vanessa smiled and poured the first of many shots.
2
Vanessa left the bar thoroughly drunk that night. She had a small two-door that she had bought when she started college, but she left it in the Devil Dog’s parking lot. Instead, she found herself gripping tightly to Tank on the back of his roaring Harley as he headed for her home. It was just down Mill Street, at the far end, a few miles from the bar. She lived in a small place above a hardware store, her landlord the same man who owned the tool shop. She had a cramped living room and an even tinier kitchen. A bedroom and a bathroom made up the place. It was a bit depressing, but it was home. Vanessa felt as though she was just starting out. The apartment, the job, it was all an adventure in a way. If she was still at either within a few years, maybe it would bother her, but for now it was fun in a way.
Riding on the bike of the motorcycle was fun too. The thing was loud and heavy, and it vibrated between her legs. She held on to Tank tightly, her hands on his well-defined abs, clenching onto them over his shirt when they went over a bump in the road. She wore his helmet, a black thing with straps that just covered the top of her head. Her brown hair whipped wildly behind her. He had drunk a lot, and she knew she shouldn’t be riding with him, but when he had offered, she just couldn’t say no.
He pulled to a stop in front of her place. She had told him where she lived as she’d climbed onto the bike, and he had been familiar with Tom’s Hardware. He killed the bike, and after she got off, he did too. She took off his helmet and handed it to him. He set it atop the seat.
“Thanks for the ride,” the young woman said.
“I don’t do nothing for free,” the biker said with a grin. His teeth were white and straight.
“You want me to pay you for the ride? I didn’t know you were a taxi service.”
Tank laughed. “I don’t want money,” he said. He stepped forward; his body was just inches from hers. It was a cool night, but she could feel the heat radiating off him.
“What do you want?” Vanessa asked, looking up at him. She was drunk; her head was buzzing, her thoughts swimming to and fro.
“I’m going to come inside, and I’m going to fuck you.”
Vanessa bit her lip. “Are you going to be rough with me?”
“You want me to be?”
“God yes,” the woman said, and then she jumped into his arms. Their lips met, her legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel his cock, already hard and pulsing beneath his jeans, pressing against her crotch, which was warm and wet, soaking her silky boy shorts. He walked forward with the woman in his arms until her back hit the door leading up the stairs to her apartment door. She reached behind her, having fished her key out of her purse while they’d still kissed, and unlocked the door. They went in, and Tank carried her up to her place, where another locked door slowed them for only a second.
Inside, Tank found his way to her bedroom, small and square, her tiny single bed taking up half the room. She was embarrassed for a moment, clothes lying about and a purple vibrator sitting out on her nightstand, but it was all forgotten when he dumped her onto the bed after one last kiss, his tongue dancing with hers. He had tasted like beer and cigarettes and mint, and she had never wanted someone more than she did right then.
Vanessa wasn’t a virgin. She had lost that title in high school, and there had been a few men throughout college, but it had been a while, and the young woman was sure she had never been so wet in her life. She sat up, her legs off the end of the bed with Tank standing right before her. She reached for his belt and pulled it off as he took off his leather jacket. She undid the fly of his jeans, and then he batted her hands away, pulling out his own cock. He was long and thick and cut, the head of his cock throbbing right in front of her face. She giggled and leaned forward, planting a kiss on the head, tasting the drop of pre-cum that had been there.