Chapter Five. #2
My skin tightens and that familiar tingling sensation runs rampant in my shorts like the first night I saw that biker on Xypher.
Another urge hits me, this time a magnetic pull drawing me toward him, his mouth.
I zone out on his lips, forgetting he can see everything I’m looking at.
They’re plump for a boy and moist from the Chapstick he must’ve put on before he came over here.
Moist, pink and so, so inviting.
Without thinking, I step forward, my eyes still locked in, my teeth instinctively biting my bottom lip. Ben chuckles softly and steps toward me. He slowly licks his lips, knocking me out of the trance I’m in.
I stutter step back. What the heck is wrong with me?
I want to leave and sit in a bubble where no one can see me until I figure out what all this is.
Do I truly want to be with Ben or am I just attracted to him? Or, am I finally hitting that lustful stage of being a teenager right before I'm shipped off to college where it’s easy to have orgies?
Trying to make sense of everything, I shake my head and stroke my fingers through my hair, pulling it away from my face. I’m aware of his stare, but I avoid his gaze.
The heat in my cheeks and below are unbearable. I need to get him out of my sight and cool down before he figures out my body’s current reaction to him.
“Char?”
“I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I spurt out way too loudly as I spin around and book it to my car.
“Char!”
His shout rings in my ears but I pretend I can’t hear him. If I stay near him, I’m going to ruin our friendship. I have to clear my head. My body has to calm down.
The rest of my name yelled from across the parking lot cuts off mid-way when I slam my car door shut. The rush of the AC blasting drowns out any other noises as I bolt out of the lot before he can get to my car.
All I want to do is kiss him, feel him against me in some way, skin to skin…and the thoughts of him doing those things to me aches my body, igniting it all on fire.
“Ahhhh!” I scream into the empty car, trying to alleviate everything I’m feeling, gripping my steering wheel so tightly I can’t feel my fingers anymore. It isn’t working. Nothing is working. Not even the AC is able to cool me down and pull me out of this internal inferno.
The drive home goes fast, either from speeding or from zoning out, my mind stuck in the gutter.
Images flash on an endless loop, whiplashing my emotions. Images of his abs, mixed with a longing for him… images of him rejecting me, and losing our friendship forever…
Now home, I slam my car door shut and escape to my room, throwing my bookbag on the floor.
Thank God, my phone shows no messages from Ben questioning my reaction.
With relief from avoiding another awkward conversation, I throw it down on the bed so it’s out of my sight.
I sit at my computer with my head in my hands and let my hair fall over my face, cascading down to cover the keyboard of my laptop.
In the quick moment of silence between thoughts, an idea occurs to me. I check the clock to see how much time I’ll have alone. Four o’clock. Okay, my parents are at their publisher meeting and won’t be home until at least six. I have plenty of time.
Without wasting another moment, I turn the lights off, close the blinds, put my hair up and open my laptop.
Other girls talk about doing this, but I’ve never had the urge to try it myself until now.
Nervous energy rushes through me even though it’s ridiculous.
It’s my body after all. I shouldn’t feel uncomfortable… exploring it.
With my browser already open to Xypher’s website, I go straight to BikerBB64’s page and scroll through a few of his videos until I find the one that makes me feel how I did with Ben today.
Dancing seductively in the pouring rain in a white t-shirt, grey sweatpants and a waist pack?
Yes, please.
His drenched shirt rests in the grooves of his muscles, clearly outlining his abs and v-cut while his biceps push against the sleeves causing them to tighten every time he moves. The video is only twenty seconds long, but it replays automatically. This is going to be the one I use.
I pause it and mentally prep myself. How do I begin?
Guess I’ll just have to experiment. Sucking in a lungful of air to strengthen my resolve, I slowly move the mouse over and click play on the video. Music blasts out of my computer speakers, signaling the beginning of his sensual dance in the rain with his motorcycle in the background.
My right hand gently caresses the back of my neck before slowly dragging down my front, grazing my shirt over my breasts and resting on my stomach.
This feels wrong, but I can’t pinpoint why. I’m not doing anything illegal, so it has to feel wrong only because it’s new and exciting, right? I do my best to convince myself and push past the feeling, shutting my eyes in the hopes it helps with the slight embarrassment creeping up.
His movements clearly play in my mind, feeling even more real than the video now. He’s dancing just for me, motioning for me to come to him as his hips sway back and forth.
My left hand rests tentatively on my chair while my right slides underneath the waistband of my loose grey shorts. Ever so lightly, I trace circles just under, gaining the courage to enter myself.
He lifts his shirt at the same time he pulls me into him, our wet skin making contact with each other. His hips sway against mine, his hands tightly gripping my backside. Lightning and adrenaline burst through my entire body as I take the plunge.
Oh my God, this feels amazing.
One finger stays in me, pulsating with the flow of the music, while my left hand grips the cushion on the chair, forcing me to bend over, my body tensing naturally as I continue.
I flatten my right palm and enter a second finger in.
A whispered moan escapes my lips, encouraging me to quicken the pace.
Sweet pleasure I’ve never known existed builds and settles in my chest. My skin tightens. I’m going to explode. This build-up is too much.
Heavy breaths and moans mix with the music from his video.
My toes curl as my breath hitches and I experience a release that sends chills and alarming pleasure into every corner and crevice of my soul. It pulses in my fingers as an addicting thrill completely fills me up from head to toe.
Still panting, I lean back in my chair and exit myself, the realization of the power I have to make myself feel this way whenever I want settling in.
Wow. Just wow.
No wonder other girls rave about this. Is this what sex feels like? God, I can only imagine.
The pleasure consumes me completely, my mind devoid of everything else but feeling this over and over and over again. I want to feel it again. My God, did I want to feel that again. Can I do this twice in a row? Does the body allow it?
The music continues echoing into the now steamy air. Sweat trickles down my spine, tickling me as my heightened senses pick up on every small sensation occurring on my skin.
I lean forward and take my shirt off, throwing it on the floor, then stand up, figuring I might as well take my shorts off too. They drop to the floor and with a kick of my foot, land in my laundry basket.
Taking in the new me, my gaze slowly wanders up and down myself in the floor-length mirror, studying it like a map that leads to a destination that’s never been uncovered before.
My ab lines cut down to my hips, glistening in the low light of the laptop with sweat.
Splotchy red spots trail down from my cheeks onto my chest and all over my back and neck. Is that normal?
The music stops, tossing me violently into a loud silence. Then darkness surrounds me fully as my laptop goes to sleep. Without the music and light seductively keeping me on the high, exhaustion hits me like a truck.
Curiosity gets the better of me though, as I wake my computer to see if my body will let me go again. I exit out of the current video and scroll for a new one, waiting to feel that same sensation. It didn’t take long.
The corner of my lip curls up as wetness pools, confirming I can go another round. Excitement and anticipation build quickly this time.
I stop at a new video where he’s slowly lifting his baggy black t-shirt to reveal a six pack and v-cut, pulling down his biker pants just enough to almost see where he dwells beneath them. This is one hundred percent the one I’m going to use.
Maximizing it to full screen, I sit back down and watch him dance to the music, envisioning that he’s seducing me privately. Ready for more, I reach down to my wet essence, flatten my palm and idly draw circles with my fingers right over the top.
Another enticing idea surfaces. My left hand works its way under my bra, squeezing and caressing my breast to the music mindlessly.
On their own, my hips start moving, grinding to the music and against my fingers, begging them to go in.
I obey and push two in. Fast, immediate tightening signals their acceptance.
I knead my breast harder, pushing into it, leaning my head back in bliss. Lightning and energy well up inside me, pulsing throughout my entire body. It’s not as strong as the first time but God, it still feels amazing.
My heavy pants and groans come faster, louder this time, intertwining with the music and making the fantasy more real. He grabs me, pulling me into his chest, the warmth of his skin on mine and his tight grip on my arms… that’s all it took this time.
I squeeze my breast hard and grip myself tightly as I pulse to a final finish.
Out of breath, I remove my bra and stand to observe myself in the mirror again.
My entire face is red along with every single part of my body.
My abs flex from how hard I pant, the muscles still tense from the release, my own scent dripping down my leg.
I feel so empowered. Hot. Different. I want more. I can’t get enough.