Content Advisory: Erotic
“Sunni, it’s Jan. I’m on my way to pick you up. Class starts at eleven.” January James left a message on her best friend’s voicemail and backed out of her driveway.
Sunni Silver and January went to college together and became fast friends. That was almost ten years ago. While January majored in journalism, Sunni held a bachelor’s degree in Romance Languages. She knew it was completely useless and she didn’t care. Sunni lived on her trust fund. She had no problem getting by on her $15,000 per month allowance.
Though smart, Sunni lacked common sense at times and January stepped up to the plate to keep an eye on her. Last week, Sunni’s dad called January and asked her if she would take a motorcycle safety training class with Sunni. He would foot the bill, of course.
She pulled into Sunni’s driveway and spotted her statuesque friend standing on the porch. How could one girl be so lucky? On top of being the sweetest person in the world, Sunni had more money than she could ever spend and looks that would make any supermodel jealous.
January smiled and stopped her Honda in front of the stairs and rolled the passenger window down.
Sunni wore four inch wedges with shorts and a tank top.
“Sunni, babe? You might want to grab some tennis shoes and jeans for this class.”
Sunni cocked her head to the side and adjusted her sunglasses. “Why? I hate tennis shoes. So ugly.”
“We’re gonna be riding motorcycles. Remember? Go get your Tom’s. They will work. And a pair of pants. Any pants.”
Sunni dropped her purse on the passenger seat and went back inside, returning with a Vera Bradley tote bag stuffed with clothes. “Can we go to Starbucks, Jan? I need an iced mocha, like yesterday.”
“Honestly, I could use some coffee myself.”
January drove through Starbucks and followed the GPS voice to the school. Several cars sat in front of the metal building. She double checked the address. January had pictured a university type setting not a tool shed in the middle of an industrial area.
Sunni pushed her sunglasses up on her head. “What is this?”
“This is the school, I guess.” Jan put the car in park and grabbed her purse from the back seat. “Let’s go check it out.”
The pair walked into the building which resembled an airplane hangar. One big room with tables and chairs and a Power Point screen hanging in front. January immediately noticed that she and Sunni were the only two women. Counting the two up front, January estimated about ten men in attendance.
The taller, dark haired man in the front of the room looked in their direction. “Have a seat anywhere, ladies.” His smile was inviting but January’s attention settled on the man standing beside him.
His bulging biceps stretched the sleeves of his black t-shirt and dark sunglasses hid his eyes. Tattoos covered his arms and snaked around his neck.
Hot damn!
January couldn’t explain her affection for ink other than it completely contradicted her good girl Southern Baptist upbringing.
Sunni leaned in close to January’s ear. “Dibs on tall, dark and handsome.”
January laughed. “You can have him. I’m all about the bad boy.”
They sat at a table toward the front of the room and January pulled a notepad and pen out of her bag.
Sunni stared at January and blinked. “Was I supposed to bring a pen and paper?”
“Why am I not surprised?” January tore a page out of her notebook and fished an extra pen out of her purse. “Here.”
Sunni smiled. “Thanks, Jan.”
“On behalf of the Motorcycle Training Program, welcome. I’m Jesse and,” he motioned to his tattooed partner, “this is Chase. We’ll be your instructors for both phases of this class. Please take a moment to fill out the information sheet on the table.”
“I want to take him home with me,” Sunni whispered.
“Stop it. We’re here to learn. Your dad won’t be happy if we both fail.”
Sunni giggled. “Okay, whatever.”
January filled in the blanks on the form and stopped short on the question that asked why she wanted to learn to ride.
Good question. Because Sunni’s dad will buy me a motorcycle if I do?
She glanced at Sunni’s sheet. Honest to a fault, Sunni had written, “Why not?” in response to the same question.
January laughed and wrote, “I’ve always wanted to learn.”
The two instructors walked around the room collecting the information sheets. Chase removed his sunglasses and January quickly looked away when he glanced in her direction.
Next, the two men passed out a syllabus outlining the day’s curriculum.
“You won’t be riding a motorcycle today, folks. We’ll be covering basic motorcycle operation and safety principles. As long as you pass the written test this afternoon…you’ll ride tomorrow,” Jesse said.
They watched safety videos during which January was sure she heard Sunni snoring. January took notes for both of them. It wouldn’t do if Sunni failed.
January helped Sunni study during the afternoon break. January finished the test fairly quick but Sunni took forever. In fact, all the other students had received their scores and left for the day.
Chase and Jesse sat in the front of the room talking quietly.
Finally, Sunni put her pencil down and stared at her test sheet. “I think I’m done.” She walked up to the front of the room.
January watched the two men watch Sunni. She owned it, like the catwalk from her modeling days. January doubted they would fail her, even if she failed.
Chase looked beyond Sunni and locked eyes with January. She looked over her shoulder to see if someone stood behind her.
Nope, he’s looking at you, kiddo.
He hadn’t cracked a smile all day.
January took a chance and gave him her sweetest grin.
He actually laughed and stood up from his seat, stretching.
Jesse and Sunni were engaged in conversation that most likely had nothing to do with her test.
Sunni turned around. “Hey, Jan. He’s going to show me the bikes. Wanna see, too?”
January kept her eyes on Chase. “Sure, I do.”
Jesse and Sunni disappeared through a back door while Chase stood just inside. He held the door open for her.
“Thank you.”
He nodded and followed her out.
Orange cones outlined the training course. Motorcycles in different colors and sizes waited beside the course.
Immediately attracted to a white bike, January walked over and straddled the seat.
“Honda Rebel 250. Nice bike for someone your size,” Chase said.
His voice raised goose bumps on January’s skin and her nipples hardened. She tried to talk herself out of it, but the signs were there. She knew she’d end up fucking him.
Behind her, Jesse sat on a Harley and Sunni sat on his lap…they’d be fucking within the hour. Sunni wasn’t shy when she wanted something.
“We’re going to dinner, Jan.” Sunni smiled and winked.
“Okay. Do you need me to pick you up?” January asked.
“I’ll bring her home,” Jesse answered, cupping Sunni’s ass.
They walked away leaving Chase and January alone in the back lot.
Chase laughed. “Jesse is quite the ladies’ man.”
“I see that.”
He put his hand on one of the handlebars. “I’m looking forward to teaching you to ride.”
“Really?” January cocked her head to the side. “I’m kind of excited about it myself.”
“Do you want to go for a ride now?”
She sized him up. “Sure, I’d like that.”
He smiled. “I’ll be right back.” He disappeared inside the building and returned with two helmets. He handed one to her and led her to a motorcycle parked on the side.
She knew it was a Harley Davidson and much bigger than the Rebel she’d been sitting on moments ago.
Chase climbed on and fired the engine. “Hop on.”
She sat behind him, her arms wrapped around his waist.
“Hold on.” He took off out of the parking lot and down the road.
This particular industrial area was surrounded by woods. January pressed herself against him. The vibrations from the bike, coupled with her hands on his muscled abs, had her clit throbbing. If he hit a bump now, she’d come.
He turned down an isolated road and pulled into a small clearing surrounded by trees. He cut the engine and looked at her over his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yes. Why?”
“I thought I heard you whimpering.”
January pulled her helmet off. “Really?” Heat spread into her cheeks.
He removed his helmet. “Yeah, I thought maybe you were uncomfortable or something.”
“I was actually very comfortable. A little too comfortable…”
Chase grinned. “I thought that might be the case.”
He alighted the bike and helped her off. Neither of them spoke for a moment.
Heat emanated from his body and January looked up at him. Her heart raced. She parted her lips, placed her hand on his chest and kissed the corner of his mouth.
His hand immediately snaked around her waist and slid down to her ass. Chase pulled her against him and returned the kiss… aggressively.
She held onto his arms, tangling her tongue with his. Sometimes chemistry was so intense no words were needed.
His other hand slid up her back and grabbed a handful of hair at the nape of her neck. Tugging lightly, he pulled her head back and nibbled at her neck. “You taste so good, sweetheart.”
He cupped her breast and raked his thumb over the hard peak.
She moaned and pressed her body against his.
“You want me to bend you over my bike, babe?” he whispered in her ear. His hand reached between her thighs and pushed against her mound.
“Yes. Yes, I do,” she answered, breathing hard.
Chase wasted no time and pulled her shirt over her head.
January kicked off her tennis shoes while he slid her pants down her legs.
He paused, eye level with her pussy. “Open your legs, January.”
She stepped her feet apart.
He looked up at her while his fingers teased her smooth folds.
She sucked her breath in when he grazed her clit.
Chase smiled. “That’s where the magic happens.” He lifted her leg over his shoulder and put his face between her thighs. His lips found her clit and he sucked lightly.
He reached a hand up and caressed her breast, pinching her nipple.
She let her head fall back. Her knees grew weak with every pull of his mouth. She held onto the bike when Chase slipped a finger into her pussy, caressing her G-spot. The orgasm slammed into her, nearly knocking her off her feet. She moaned loud and put her hand on his head. Her body tensed and her legs trembled.
He released her clit from his mouth and moved lower, pushing his tongue into her cunt, licking her on the inside. He slowly began kissing his way up her body, stopping at her breast, circling her nipple with his lips. His warm tongue swept over the tight pink pebble while he created a suction with his mouth. Biting down on her nipple, he squeezed her other breast hard.
“Oh, God.” January dug her nails into his solid biceps.
His lips roamed up to her neck. “Your pussy tasted so good. Now I want to fuck it, hard and deep.”
“I want that.”
Abruptly, he turned her around and bent her over the seat of his bike and kicked her legs apart.
She heard the rustling of clothing and then his hand pressed down on the small of her back while his other hand stroked her pussy and ass.
He pressed the head of his cock against her slit and, with one powerful stroke, buried himself deep.
January cried out as his thick shaft stretched her pussy.
He held her against the seat and slammed into her fast. The bike teetered and he pulled her up against his chest. Easing her off his cock, Chase turned her around to face him and picked her up. His hands cupped her ass and he lowered her back onto him.
January clutched his shoulders while he held her against his chest and pumped into her fast and hard. No one had ever done her like that. His cock filled her and then some.
“I’m coming,” he hissed. His jaw clenched and his fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her down hard.
She gasped and a moan caught in her throat.
His cock pulsed and spilled his warmth inside her. Still holding her, he smiled and pulled her head close and kissed her.
“When I signed up for riding lessons, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she said, giggling.
“This is the beginner’s course. Come back tomorrow and I’ll give you the intermediate lesson.”
“I’ll be here. Education is very important.”
Look for Melissa’s next short story on September 25, 2011!
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~ Melissa Ecker ~
Copyright © 2011 Melissa Ecker
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