Page 7 of The Biker's Virgin
Randy laughed and tossed her a pick from his pocket. “The Joker – G-C-D-C.”
Olivia listened as Randy repeated the bass line a few times. She had heard The Joker a billion times and started strumming the basic chords. It was a little tricky at first as her brain had to transpose and calculate the notes for the chords.
“Nice, Kid!” Randy exclaimed.
They played a few other easy classics and Olivia found herself having a ton of fun. She played the basic chords and quickly got the hang of it.
Later that night, Olivia sat on her bed and finished up her theory. It took her way longer than it should have. Her thoughts kept replaying made up scenarios with the hot biker. She couldn’t stop her imagination from running wild. She drew random music notes on the paper as her mind drifted away:
The biker met her eyes as he removed the pump from the nozzle in her car. She applied some red lipstick and winked at him, sassily. He walked up to her window and knocked, she rolled it down, and he leaned into the car with his hands on the window frame.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hey there, thanks for putting your nozzle in my tank,” she responded and held his gaze.
She turned to face him directly and put her hands on his, effectively pinning him to the car door. She leveraged her torso out the window to kiss him. He returned her kiss hungrily. He smelled like engine oil and musk. He pulled his hands out from under hers and looped them into her hair at the nape of her neck. They kissed again, even more passionately. The world around them disappeared, including the guy in the white leather.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes.
“You’re beautiful. Want to go for a ride?”
She shook her head yes, and smiled coyly. She pulled the keys out of the ignition and he wrapped his massive hand around her ribcage and pulled her all the way out of the car window.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and he gripped the back of her thighs, just under her ass. They kissed passionately as he walked to his bike. He put his helmet on her, gave her a lingering kiss, and threw his muscular leg over the bike. She wrapped her arms around his leather clad waist and held on tightly as they growled out of the parking lot and away into the sunset.
“Olivia. Olivia…”
She snapped out of her daydream and grabbed for her pencil.
“Where were you just now?” Her dad asked.
“I. I was composing something in my head,” she stammered back.
“Must be something good!”
“Mhmmm,” she responded and tried to hide the fact that she was clearly flustered.
“Dinner is ready and on the table for you. I’m heading out to Steve’s property to help him with the rain barrels. Again.”
“Ok. See you later, Dad.”
She held up her calloused right hand, rubbed her sore fingertips together, and smiled. Playing music, for fun, had felt so freeing. She wondered how she could ‘run into’ the biker again. She pulled her laptop out and googled ‘Brass Bonds – Torver’ and set to reading everything she could about the local chapter.
