"You're the new girl, huh?" The boy was bigger than me, and probably a year or two older. "What's your name?"
"Ashley," I replied, sitting on my motorcycle and drinking a Mountain Dew.
We were in the old suburbs. There wasn't much else around except the school, a couple churches maybe, and a Seven-Eleven, so that's where I'd gone. It sucks moving to a new city when you're sixteen, but it could be kind of fun too, depending on what you're looking for.
"You look like a guy," another boy said.
He was big like his friend and kind of cute with his sandy buzz cut, sky blue eyes, and muscles. Definitely a jock and I kind of liked him right away. The two of them were leaning against an old Challenger painted factory orange. Like a '71 maybe, one of the last real cars built in Detroit and it was in fine, fine shape.
"So?" I shrugged and took another drink from the can, pretending like I didn't care what he thought about me.
I'd dressed for riding in some old jeans, faded nearly to white with ragged cuffs around my scuffed boots. They had oil stains on the thighs and around my ass, the kind that never come out. Across my smallish tits I wore a black t-shirt, a tight one with 'Dead Kennedys' printed in white. I kept it tucked inside my pants and I had a white belt with a big yellow daisy belt buckle in front. My long brown hair was in a ponytail down my back and even without any makeup or anything I knew what I looked like.
I had a decent body and a real pretty face, and I'd always been something of a tomboy. I leaned back on my ride, not really posing, but I could have been, and stared right back at the boy.
"What's wrong with the way I look?"
"Nothing," Buzz cut said. "Most girls around here look different, that's all."
"Well, I ain't from around here," I reminded him with a grin.
"I'm Seth," the first guy said and he had black hair just over his ears and brown eyes like mine, except darker maybe. My eyes are kinda hazel mostly.
"I'm Butch," Buzz told me and I giggled so he frowned. "What?"
"Most people figure I'm butch," I said, but that joke went right over the top. "Who's car is that anyway?"
"Mine." Seth looked at it and he had a right to be proud. "You know anything about cars?"
"Not really," I said. "Too many wheels for me."
"What kinda motorcycle is that?" Butch jerked his chin. "A Harley?"
"What?" I snorted and shook my head. "Not even close, dude. It's a Triumph BST850 about as old as that Mopar. Racing bike."
"Cool," he said, smiling and nodding. "It's kinda big."
"Size matters," I shrugged. "It'll do one ten..."
"Is that all?" Seth chuckled.
" ... in third gear." I looked at him. "I drop the hammer and red line's about one seventy, one eighty maybe."
Seth frowned at me and I didn't apologize. We both knew that six pack of his might hit one forty going downhill on a windy day, but that's about all. Still a nice fuckin' car though, don't get me wrong. It would have been fun running him for pink slips, but we'd just moved in and I didn't need to make any more enemies than I was gonna have anyway. I wasn't ever looking, but somehow it seemed like trouble always found me. That's the problem with being a tomboy.
"Shit." Butch shook his head. "That's fast."
"Quick too." I grinned at him. "You wanna go for a ride?"
"Hell yeah," he agreed, casting a sidelong glance at his friend.
"We've got a football game with some buds," Seth reminded him and then looked at me. "You play? It ain't tackle or anything."
"Me?" I grinned at the idea. "Nope, I'll watch though. Come on, I'll give you a ride."
Butch didn't make me ask him twice and I think he'd started liking me back, which was nice. I'd been in town for two whole days and kind of missed my old boyfriend. We'd made promises about writing each other and calling, but I had to be realistic too. I probably wasn't ever going to see him again and the only cure for that depressing thought was to find someone else. I hated being lonely and a big, strong buzz cut would be just what the doctor ordered.
I waited while Butch got on behind me, moving slowly, cautiously like he wasn't sure what he was doing. I didn't know if he was worried about the motorcycle or me. I kicked the passenger pegs down for him and smiled over my shoulder as I cranked the engine around, firing that bad girl up with a deep throated growl and a bit of blue smoke. She was pushing fifty years though, so I'd forgive her that and reminded myself to change the rings again. Triumphs were always a pain that way, like a high maintenance girlfriend.
"Put your arms around me, scoot up. I ain't gonna bite," I told Butch. "Don't grab my tits either."
"I won't," he promised with a small laugh, wrapping his arms around my slender waist. He slid his crotch right up against my ass nice and firm with his thighs rubbing mine and I liked that a lot.
"Too bad!" I giggled and popped the clutch, screaming through the gears and leaning into the turn out of the parking lot. I just wanted to see if the boy could handle a little get up and go.
He did okay for a virgin.
"Oh fuck!" Butch shouted, squeezing my tummy with his chin on my shoulder. We were doing about ninety down County Road Seven. "Jesus!"
I pushed a little more, just to hit triple digits before slowing down to something almost reasonable. If I got a ticket, I'd be dead. A hundred ten in a forty zone? Heh! What a show off.
"You okay?" I asked and the bike wasn't very loud at all right then. She purred sweetly and gave us some good vibrations, but mostly the ride felt smooth as silk. Just the wind made talking tough.
"Yeah! It's great," he said into my ear and then gave me directions to his football game.
I figured about half the jocks in high school must have been at the field. A bunch of sixteen and seventeen year olds, a couple older boys too probably. Some girlfriends were around, sitting down together in their little clique, cheerleaders the bunch of them, I'd bet money on it. The other girls, the younger ones who just wanted football player boyfriends, walked around giggling and showing off their charms like they'd learned it from MTV.
Me being me, I drove right onto the grass and across the fifty yard line to where all the guys were hanging out, waiting to start the game. I liked the attention and besides, I had Butch behind me and I was just dropping him off.
"You owe me now." I smiled at him, removing my shades as Butch got off the bike.
"Is that right?" He grinned back at me. "For gas?"
"For not abusing you," I said with a giggle. "Take me out later."
"I don't have a car," he said, glancing self-consciously over his shoulder.
There were a dozen guys looking at us. Butch's friends were obviously wondering who I was and what we were talking about. The girlfriends too, pointedly staring and whispering from the aluminum bleachers. I ignored all them.
"I'll pick you up, but you're taking me out," I said. "Okay?"
"Yeah," he agreed with a smile. "Are you gonna wear a dress?"
"Course I am, if it's a real date," I said. "But if all you wanna do is make out..."
"Huh?" He even blushed for me, that big strong buzz cut boy, and my heart gave a little stomp.
"Where do you live?" I asked.
"Fourth street, eight forty," Butch told me. "Look for a big blue house. It's the only one, you can't miss it."
"Cool." I grinned at him. "About seven, alright?"
"Yeah," he nodded, looking around and licking his lips.
"Hey Butch!" I called out, just as he'd started to turn away. I made him wait a second while I put my sunglasses back on. "You got a girlfriend?"
"Uh ... Sorta," he replied and a few of his buddies were smiling. I'd caught a couple words here and there as they talked about someone named Linda, which is why I'd asked.
"Dump her," I said, smiling, but serious too. "I don't share too good."
"Shit..." some guy laughed. "Who are you?"
He looked like the quarterback, the most handsome boy in school and he knew it. You know the type. That made him the leader and I met his eyes with mine as I kicked the Triumph into life.
"I'm Butch's new girlfriend," I told him with a shrug, and then took off across the grass, very much enjoying my life right about then.
"Where have you been?" Stephanie wondered. My sister sat on the floor of her bedroom, still unpacking and looking frustrated. That's why I just left everything in the boxes until I needed it.
"Sight seeing," I replied, stepping around the mess to reach her closet.
"What are you doing?"
She'd just turned sixteen and aside from being the same age, we were about the same size too. That came in pretty handy and people said we looked a lot alike, but we were different in a lot of ways. Like our taste in clothes, for example.
"I need to borrow a dress," I said, frowning as I looked through her closet. "Did you unpack all your clothes already?"
"Borrow a dress? For what?" Steph pushed herself up with a sigh. "You've got a boyfriend already?"
"Yeah!" I giggled over my shoulder at her. "It was easy."
"That's sick." She scowled and I hated that because I loved her a lot. Maybe she was only my step-sister, but Steph was my best friend in the whole world as well. My only friend sometimes.
"What?" I asked, striking a wide-eyed, innocent pose.
"You've got a boyfriend in like two days and I don't know anybody!"
"You just gotta go outside and..." I started smiling.
"And you're not even a girl!" She shook her head, leaning against the wall next to her closet. "How does that work?"
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