Chapter 2

Content warning: car accident.

You know the name Oliver Templeton, the man who invented the automatic belt (“Automatically adjusts for Thanksgiving dinner!”) and the Internet-connected contact lens. You may have heard the story of when his wife died in an accident with her teenage daughter in the car. The poor girl was pinned in the back seat, unable to move as her mother bled out in front of her. Poor Arcadia and her father were never the same again.

Next on ‘Where are they now?’ Ratt!

Oliver got home late. He had indeed hit it off with his date, and while he had gotten his first blowjob in two years, and returned the oral pleasure in kind, he had informed his new lady friend that he had to get home to his daughter.

He grabbed his tablet and went to Arcadia’s room. Looking at the app that connected to the sensors in her pillow, he was pleased to find that the sleeping 18-year-old was actually dreaming, and it seemed to be a pleasant one, based on the smile on her face.

“Mmm...” she sighed and stretched. “Yes...” she murmured.

Oliver frowned. His daughter’s brainwaves were taking a configuration that he hadn’t seen before. What kind of dream was this? he wondered.

She continued writhing and moaning, and it didn’t take long for Oliver to figure it out. Well, he considered, her last two years had been haunted by horrible dreams and waking nightmares, and now that those had been taken away by his invention, the headband she was wearing, it made sense that her brain would switch to follow the next strongest influence, her teenage hormones. Blushing, Oliver went back to his room. On the way, he barely heard her gasp in pleasure as she orgasmed in her sleep.

Hey baby! Want to meet my friends?

Arcadia frowned at the message on her phone as she sat up in bed. She didn’t recognize the number.

After a minute or so, another message came in: It’s Cobra

She grinned. Oh, of course! Her chance meeting with him the previous night seemed almost like a dream to her. Yeah! Where and when? she sent back.

A few minutes later, the pretty blonde was dressed in a nice skirt and blouse with some knee-high boots, all from her mother’s wardrobe. She quickly ate some frozen waffles for breakfast and headed out before her father got up and started asking questions. She loved that the headband he had made her allowed her to manage her anxiety and depression enough to finally get out of the house.

A few minutes later, Cobra pulled up alongside her on a big loud motorcycle. She had made sure to meet him a couple blocks away from her house so that her father wouldn’t be worried. Her new friend -- boyfriend? -- was wearing a black skullcap and helped her into a black helmet before she clambered onto the seat behind him, situating her skirt about her as she did so.

She put her arms around his midsection and then he went fast! She gripped him tightly, but aside from the initial scary acceleration, she quickly became exhilarated. The bike had so much power, and Cobra was in full control of it. She gripped him tighter, feeling the vehicle’s vibrations between her legs and the pressure of her breasts squishing into Cobra’s jean jacket. By the time they got where they were going, her body was abuzz with adrenaline and youthful hormones.

Cobra escorted her into a large house and she was surprised at the amount of people that were inside. It seemed to be a party. Some rough-looking men were wearing the same type of armless jean jacket that Cobra had, and some had leather jackets, but there were some women there as well, mostly in jeans and leather jackets themselves. Arcadia felt a bit out of place.

Cobra introduced her around but she quickly lost track of names. The oldest member of the bike club, Warrant (not Warren!), had graying hair but hard, steely eyes that took in her nubile form as he shook her hand and gave her a mirthless grin. She gulped and moved onto other introductions.

She and Cobra sat on a loveseat together and he took a hit off of a joint that was being passed around before giving it to her. She almost said no, but then decided what the hell and sucked on it a little. She gave a little cough and passed the spliff on.

She started when she felt Cobra’s hand on her leg, but then relaxed and gave him a smile.

He leaned in to whisper, “I can smell how excited you are. Ya liked ridin’ my hog, huh?”

“Oh, the bike! Yeah, that was awesome.” She felt his hand moving up her thigh, under her skirt. “Um, here, Cobra?”

“Yeah, baby, we’re all friends here.”

“Um...” She looked around. All eyes were on her. Her anxiety spiked.

But no, she realized as her headband kicked in, it was fine; everything was okay. She relaxed, closed her eyes, and lay back as her boyfriend’s talented fingers slipped between her legs and made her feel good.

“Damn, you’re so wet, Cady,” Cobra commented as he pushed her panties aside to slip two of his fingers inside her.

She gasped and arched her back, her body instinctively helping him to penetrate her more deeply. Someone pushed the joint into her mouth and she sucked a lungful of smoke in. This time she was able to hold it for a few seconds before letting it go with a slight cough. She felt Cobra pulling her panties off, and then he climbed between her legs. She gasped as his cock pressed insistently between her vaginal folds before her body yielded and a couple inches slipped inside. After her defloration the previous night, she was a bit sore, but it also felt good.

“Can I open yer blouse, hun?” a female voice asked.

Arcadia opened her eyes to see Blossom, one of the brunettes of the club kneeling beside her, her brown eyes wide and gazing at Cady with wonder. The slim woman looked to be in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. Arcadia nodded, and Blossom unfastened Cady’s blouse to free her bra-covered B-cups.

Cobra was thrusting insistently into Arcadia’s nubile body, and it felt good for her. Blossom pulled Cady’s bra up, freeing her breasts, and then both her and Cobra latched onto a hard nipple each.

“Ohhgodd...” Arcadia moaned. She had never felt anything like it, and she orgasmed hard. “Huhh! O-hh!”

“NNG!” Cobra grunted, and Cady felt a warm wetness spread deep inside her.

“Ohh...” she moaned, still cumming as Cobra inseminated her vulnerable teenage reproductive system. “Huhh ... a-huhh...” She was still shaking as Cobra pulled out.

“Mmm ... you on the pill, then, hun?” Blossom asked as she pulled off of Cady’s nipple.

Arcadia was having trouble concentrating. “I ... take antidepressants...?”