Page 30 of The Biker's Virgin
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – OLIVIA
Olivia clicked the laptop shut and sat for a minute to process what she had just watched. It was gross.There has to be better porn that that, she thought to herself. The stuff she watched seemed like more of a gynecology lesson than a sensual experience. She watched enough to get the gist of blowjobs, there definitely was a rhythm to it, and Maddie was definitely on to something with the sloppy bit, but the way that the men had grabbed the women’s heads and pressed their impossibly huge dicks into their mouths so far that they gagged, didn’t seem appealing to Olivia at all. Maybe she was meant to be a virgin forever.
She picked up her bow and set to perfecting the end of one of her audition pieces. She preferred to memorize her music, as opposed to trying to flip the pages of the sheet music. However, with the porn images fresh in her mind, she was distracted and needed the sheet music. As she played, she couldn’t help but wonder about the size of Blaine’s member, and whether or not it would hurt when he entered her.
“LIV! Livvy come here pretty please,” Maddie yelled from her living room hangover camp.
Olivia sighed and padded into the living room. The room smelled like stale alcohol and fried food, and Olivia surveyed the various takeout wrappers scattered around Maddie’s nest.
“Want a sip of my milkshake?” Maddie extended the cardboard cup out to her sister.
Olivia sat down on the floor next to Maddie and took a big slurp of her milkshake. It was chocolate. Delicious. Maddie still looked and smelled like a raccoon that had gotten in a fight with a box of beer, but color had begun to creep back into her face.
“Oh, and your phone was going crazy. Steve texted and wants you out for band practice at ten tomorrow.”
“Thanks for looking Mads,” Olivia said, not really caring that her sister had been monitoring her text messages. “Ten a.m. is pretty early for the guys.”
“Hey Liv, I’m sorry for being crass earlier. I didn’t realize that you hadn’t been getting it on with the dorky musicians at the school.”
Olivia sighed. “I mean, I’ve kissed guys, but it’s never gone any further than that. And, I feel like I’ve missed my window of opportunity. What guy wants to sleep with a twenty-one-year-old virgin.”
Maddie almost spit out her milkshake. “Um. All of them.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Yeah. I am. They get to feel experienced, like they’re the teacher. And I actually find it kind of hot when a guy tells me what to do in bed.”
“Really, it doesn’t feel misogynistic or trite?”
“Not to me. Not in the moment. I mean it can seem cheesy as hell, but as long as you’re both into it, I don’t see what’s wrong with it.”
Olivia picked at her nails and contemplated what Maddie had just said.
“Listen, you’re overanalyzing it. Just go with the flow when it happens. You’re gorgeous and I just hope whoever is lucky enough to get your attention, realizes the diamond he’s got in front of him. Even if she sometimes looks like a chunk of coal…”
“Speak for yourself, you dirtbag!” Olivia squealed at her sister.
“Get up here and watch a movie with me, and let’s do our nails.”
Typically, Olivia would’ve scoffed at doing something so girly, but she was feeling closer to Maddie than ever, so she parked herself on the end of the couch, and for the first time in years, had a lazy afternoon watching movies, eating junk food, and painting her nails with her sister. It felt slovenly, gluttonous, and amazing.
Olivia got up bright and early and went for a walk in the rain. She planned to practice until 9:30 and then get a ride out to the barn for band practice. She laughed to herself, a few months earlier, band practice had looked very different. She hadn’t expected to become a member of a middle-aged men’s classic rock band, but she loved it.
She didn’t know when they’d be done jamming and since Maddie had work in the afternoon, she offered to drive Olivia to the barn. They put her bike in the back of the car and carefully lowered the hatchback over its frame. Olivia looked over at Maddie as she drove the car. For someone who looked like hell yesterday, today she was positively glowing, her hair piled on top of her head, her cheeks dewy, and her lips pink with gloss. Olivia pulled down the visor and tried to mimic Maddie’s messy bun with her brown hair, but it was too long and flopped down over her ears. She looked completely ridiculous.
“Here,” Maddie said, handing her a tube of lip gloss. “It’s my favorite.” Olivia took the tube and carefully applied a layer of gloss. She pursed her lips in the mirror.‘It looks pretty good,’she thought to herself.
“That really makes your green eyes pop, especially against my shirt.”
“I didn’t think that you’d miss this one, you never wear it.” Olivia smiled.
“It looks great on you. What’s with all the effort this morning? Expecting someone to be there?” Maddie teased.
Olivia flushed. She had played out her next meeting with Blaine over and over in her head. Of course, she hoped that he was going to be there, but she also wanted to prepare herself for the strong possibility that she’d never see him again.
As they pulled onto the long grassy driveway, Olivia’s heart began to hammer in her chest. She rubbed her hands on her jean shorts, hoping they would blot up the sweat. Maddie looked over at her sister and smiled knowingly.
When they reached the barn, Olivia’s heart sank. There were no motorcycles in sight, only Steve’s impeccably maintained vintage VW bus and a big black cargo van. She hadn’t realized that she’d been holding her breath, and now released it, relaxing. She didn’t know if she was relieved that he wasn’t there, of if she was upset. She decided it was a little bit of both.
