Page 53 of Brandishing Beginnings

Jason stood and swung his leg over his bike, as I stepped out of the way and started undoing the straps on my helmet. Jason made quick work of his, and we both placed them on his motorcycle. He opened one of the bags on the back of the bike and pulled out a hard case that was locked, along with a ridged looking duffle bag.

He slipped the strap of the duffle over his shoulder, grabbed the case, and closed up the bag on the Harley, before leading theway toward the building. Following him as he led the way into the range, I focused on my breathing. Trying to steady my breathing so I don’t freak out from nerves. Having never done this before, I don’t know what to expect. I knew it was dangerous and someone could get hurt.

Jason opened the door and walked through, reaching his left hand back for me. Taking the hint, I quickly followed him and entwined my fingers with his. Thank God, he was in tuned with my nerves.

We spent the next ten minutes filling out paperwork, before we’re finally told a bay number. “Put on ear protection before entering,” the man behind the counter advised them.

Jason opened the duffle bag and pulled out two sets of heavy-duty over-the-ear, ear muffs. His were all black, but the set he handed to me were a bright magenta pink. Grinning, I accepted them and settled them over her ears, fixing my hair to stay out of my face.

Jason led the way through one set of doors that buzzed as the attendant unlocked them. We went down a short hall to another set of doors where another worker in a polo nodded at us as we passed.

Following Jason passed the bays full of other shooters; I felt my heart rate skyrocket. We were really here. I was really about to shoot a weapon for the first time in my life. Once we got to our bay—a narrow stall with thick metal walls and asmall wooden counter—Jason sat down the hard case and duffel bag he was carrying.

I watched him pull out a black gun and a magazine from the case and set them out on the counter. Then he closed the case and set it out of the way, under the counter on the floor. Next, he pulled out a box of ammo from the bag, along with two sets of safety glasses, before the bag also went on the floor out of the way. Glancing over his shoulder at me, he turned his body and said, “Come here,” motioning for me to step between him and the counter.

I did so, taking a breath as he wrapped his arms around me and centered me against his chest. My senses were in overdrive as he cradled me in his arms. His woodsy scent engulfed me and the heat of his body was comforting as my nerves threatened to make me flee.

“Easy,” he murmured softly. His breath was warm against my ear. “I’ve got you.”

Closing my eyes, I let myself melt back against him. Resting my hands on top of his on my waist, I laced our fingers together. He rubbed his nose against the side of my neck, before pressing a soft kiss there. “Come on, Darlin’, it’ll be ok. You’ll see. We’ll go through it step by step.”

He slid his hands from around my waist and I let my own hands drop to my sides. He picked up the empty gun in front of us and held it sideways in his large hand. “First thing to know is the model. This is a Tauras TX22. It’s a standard twenty-two caliber pistol. Ithas a lighter recoil than a 9mm, so it’ll be easier for you to learn with.”

I nodded, listening intently.

“This is the safety,” Jason continued. Holding the gun sideways, his thumb taps the switch on the side of the weapon that looks like a small lever. “Up means the safety is off, and down means it’s on.”

I continued to listen as Jason went through the basic mechanics of the gun. From the barrel, the grip, the striker, the magazine, and the trigger, he led me through it all slowly, so I would understand. He did it all while standing behind me, giving me the space to learn without being overbearing.

When it came time for me to shoot, Jason went first. He showed me how to stand and how to position my shoulders. He explained to me about the iron sights on the barrel and how some people were able to aim well with those. Then he flipped on a laser that was mounted under the barrel, and a bright green laser light shown down the range, aimed at the target. “For learning purposes, we’ll use the laser sights instead.”

I nodded. When it was finally my turn, Jason stepped back, giving me space. I had to take a deep breath as I picked up the weapon. The safety was on, as it should be whenever not in use, so I flicked if off and squared my shoulders and aimed down the range. Using the laser sight, I lined up my shot and squeezed the trigger.

“Good,” Jason said from behind me. “Now you know what to expect. Try correcting your aim this time.”

For the next twenty minutes I went through magazine after magazine, as I shot down the range to the target. Each time, my aim and confidence grew a little better, and after every new magazine I put into the gun, Jason moved my target just a little further bit away. After a while, I took a deep breath and rolled my shoulders. “How are you feeling?” Jason asked.

“I’m getting sore,” I admitted.

“Alright. One more magazine and we’ll call it.”

“You’re not gonna shoot?” I looked over my shoulder at him to make sure I understood him right.

He shook his head. “I don’t really need the practice. Maybe next time we’ll get two stalls and you can try reloading everything on your own.”

I grinned brightly at the thought of returning. “This is fun.”

Jason laughed and kissed my temple as he handed me a newly loaded magazine. He had been an angel and reloaded each magazine for me while I worked on emptying them. He had shown me how—and I tried a couple—but my fingers grew tired quickly, and the more bullets I loaded into the magazine, the harder it was to push them down. It would take time and practice for me to get the hang of it.

I was confident, though, that I would get the hang of it. It was just another thing in my life with them that I would learn and master.

I was hot and bothered as I rode on the back of Jason’s Harley. That shooting session had been hot as fuck and I was so fucking keyed up. My coreachedwith need. I fucking needed himnow. The vibrations of the bike running through me had me clenching my thighs tighter around him.

I wonder if I could come on the back of this thing?I thought.Would he notice?

My panties were soaked. The damn material did nothing to protect my clit from the seam of my blue jeans. Add in the vibrations of the motorcycle, and I was sure that if I added just a little bit of friction, I would be able to come almost immediately. Now how to do it without drawing too much attention to myself.

I arched my back, sitting up straighter, as if I was trying to get more comfortable. My tits pushed into Jason’s back and my grip around his waist tightened. I dug my fingers into his leather cut. The new position helped; my clit pressed even harder against the seam of my jeans. I had to stifle a gasp, but I doubted he could hear me over the roaring of the engine.

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