Page 28 of The Biker's Virgin
“I’m not too sure actually, he and Steve really got into it about something though.”
“And he just walked up to you and started making out with you?”
“No.” Olivia laughed. “It wasn’t like that at all. He asked where Steve was and then seemed interested in the mandolin I was playing.”
“Sure. The mandolin,” Maddie said dubiously.
“No, really. He seemed genuinely interested in it. He asked me to play something and then we just ended up kissing. It was really sweet and passionate. Not what I expected at all.”
“Well, don’t judge a book by its cover. The sweetest most docile boys I’ve been with have been lunatics in the sack,” Maddie said. “So, when are you going to see him again?”
“I don’t know. Steve walked in and interrupted.”
“Ha. Ha!” Maddie cackled. “This just gets better.”
“Not really, I still don’t know how to find him. And whether or not I want to,” Olivia’s voice trailed off.
“Well, he’s probably bad news, but all men are. Why wouldn’t you want to see him again?”
“Mads, I’m embarrassed,” Olivia said, looking down at the living room’s worn shag carpet.
“Liv, are you still a virgin?” Maddie asked incredulously.
“Yes. And I’m not proud of it.”
“What? Be proud of it! It’s going to be very special for you and whoever you decide to lose it to.”
“How can it be special? I won’t know what to do. Especially with a guy like that one – he probably sleeps with strippers.”
“Your body will know what to do. Trust me,” Maddie said. “But I don’t think your first time should be with that biker. It should be with someone that you care about and trust.”
Olivia didn’t want to say anything to her sister, but she already felt a connection to Blaine. She knew that he would stand up for her and protect her, she didn’t know how, but she knew it in her bones.
“But you should probably watch some porn and get some pointers for blowjobs. Those things certainly aren’t intuitive.”
Olivia felt herself blush. She had never had the desire to perform oral sex on anyone, but the idea of taking Blaine’s manhood into her mouth made her body flush with warmth. She realized that she wanted him, all of him. She wanted to kiss his lips, his chest, his stomach, his cock. She wanted to suck on him and make him feel good.
Olivia felt herself blush and tried to change the subject, but Maddie wasn’t having it. She continued, “Be sure to spit, or lick your hand, if that’s how you plan to get him going. And cover your teeth with your lips, although I’ve been with some guys who like a little teeth-drag now and again.”
“Maddie, stop!” Olivia squealed.
“What? If you’re going to do it, you shouldn’t be squeamish talking about it,” Maddie said, attempting another sip at her water. “Oh, and it should be sloppy. As a matter of fact, the sloppier, the better!”
“Noted,” Olivia said in an attempt to end the uncomfortable conversation.
“Oh, and always swallow.”
“Got it. Swallow. What’s the alternative – spitting it out? Where do you do that?”
“Don’t even worry about that. Just swallow.”
Maddie’s phone chimed again. She picked it up and smiled before texting back.
“So, are you going to tell me who you’ve been messaging?”
“My boss, Brian,” Maddie said. She looked Olivia in the eye, challenging her to confront her about it.
“Oh. I see,” Olivia said. “Won’t that make things awkward at work?”
“It hasn’t yet,” Maddie said. “Oh, and he definitely likes his BJ’s sloppy.”
“Ewwwww,” Olivia squealed and threw a cushion at Maddie.
Maddie sat up and turned on the tv. “Hey kiddo, I think I can manage some toast. Will you make me some soldiers?”
Olivia rolled out of the recliner and went into the kitchen to make some toast. As she waited for the bread to pop up her mind wandered to her day. She knew that she had to start practicing for the audition, and as much as she didn’t want to take her sister’s advice, she knew that she had better start studying some bedroom skills.
