Chapter 65

It was a beautiful night on the restaurant’s patio, and Marie’s kiss was wonderful. I almost forgot the aching loneliness in my heart for the first time in several days. I pulled back and looked down at her when the kiss was over. She was standing with her head back and her eyes closed. She stayed that way for a few seconds, then she opened them, looked at me and said, “Thank you, Pete,” with a slight catch in her voice.

Still holding her, and I pulled her to me and began gently stroking her hair, running my fingers from her scalp to her neck. It almost seemed like an off-beat kind of therapy for me, and I think that it was for her, as well. She snuggled against me and we stayed that way until she pulled away and whispered, “Bathroom.”

I settled the bill, and hit the bathroom myself. She was waiting for me with her jacket under one arm when I came out.

I smiled and said, “C’mon ‘Marla’, it’s time to go.” She smiled, slipped her other arm into mine, and we walked to the bike together. The night was getting cool and a slight breeze was blowing, so I pulled an extra sweater out of the saddlebag and made sure that she put it on. I also helped her with the jacket, gloves, and helmet, then I made sure that everything was zipped up and tucked away before I helped her onto the bike. She watched quietly as I did everything, but I thought I heard her mutter something like, “Nice daddy,” when I climbed on in front of her. I twisted around to quizzically look at her, but she just shook her head.

I looked at her, and thought ‘its too bad that tomorrow’s a work day’ before I remembered that my boss had told me that business was slow on Thursday, so I had the weekend off. I’d been puzzled, but hadn’t thought about it too much. Anyway, it wasn’t all that late for a Friday night if I didn’t have to work tomorrow...

I guess that I was staring at her while I was thinking this, because she asked me, “What?”

I shook myself and said, “Oh, just thinking. Are you tired, Marla?”

She smiled at my use of her new name, and said, “No, why?”

“You told me you were fascinated by motorcycle riders when we were on the patio. Well, a guy I know named Jay, told me about an informal group of bikers that he belongs to a couple of weeks back. They usually get together at one of the watering holes on Hollywood Boulevard. He invited me to drop by. Wanna go?”

She let out a squeal of delight. “Yeah! I haven’t been to Hollywood Boulevard in a while. Let’s go.” I grinned as I turned away from the Valley. Marla would be cheered up anyway even if I didn’t manage to hook up with Jay’s biker group. I took the Coast Highway up to Santa Monica, turned onto Wilshire Boulevard, and rode to Hollywood.

Hollywood Boulevard was crowded as usual. The typical weekend ‘Looky-Loos’ (mostly visitors from back east), along with the locals were out in droves, so traffic was inching along. We were sitting at a red light in front of one of the famous eateries that line the boulevard, when I realized that it was the one that Jay had talked about. A loud whistle caught my attention and I had a chance to change lanes before the light turned green. I looked over and saw that Jay was the whistler. He looked a little different in his leathers, instead of the suit and tie that he usually wore, and he waved at us to join him.

I glanced at Marla. She nodded, so I pulled the Magna in, and parked it next to where he was standing. I had never been there before, but I had heard about the place. There was an automobile sticking right out of the side of the building, and there was a line of people waiting to get in, most of them pretty girls.

Jay is in his mid-twenties. I met him when he brought one of his dad’s planes in for service. His dad has a big warehouse about twenty minutes from the airport, and my boss asked me to take Jay there and drop him off. We got into a conversation about motorcycles on the way, and he said that he had a custom Harley-Davidson. The bike he was standing next to must have been it because it was beautiful. I was checking out the chrome on the engine and pipes when I realized that ALL the bikes around his were expensive machines. I thought, ‘There’s enough chrome here to mirror-plate Hollywood Boulevard!’

I introduced Marla to Jay, and he asked us to join him inside. We followed him to a large table where a group of people were sitting. They were all wearing Harley gear -- jackets, headbands, and such -- but this wasn’t your typical biker gang. These people were RUBS -- Rich, Urban Bikers -- who owned custom bikes. Judging from what I’d seen in the parking lot, their Harleys cost forty thousand dollars and up, and the girls were wearing enough jewelry to finance a small country.

Jay was pulling a couple of chairs up, and said to the group. “This is Pete, a guy I know from the airport, and his friend, Marla.” We took our jackets off and hung them on the chair backs. I looked at Marla. The cable-knit sweater that I had loaned her was too big for her, but she looked really cute in it, especially when she bent to tie an errant shoelace. I hadn’t noticed what a great butt she has before.

One of the women asked her what she did, and I saw her start to tell her that she worked in a clothing store. I interrupted her and loudly said, “C’mon, Marla, tell them who you really are.” I added, “This is Marla Rand. She’s a ‘WE’ girl -- one of the top Wretched Excess models.”

I suspected that none of them knew what a ‘WE girl’ was yet, but I was pretty sure that most, if not all, of this bunch of wealthy women knew about Wretched Excess. I wasn’t disappointed. I’d hardly finished speaking before they crowded around her and started asking questions about the place and its clients.

Marla was cool. She answered most of the questions about clients with, “We’re not allowed to discuss that,” and she said, “That’s handled by the office, but give me your cards and I’ll see what I can do,” when they asked if she could get them appointments.

There was an immediate scramble to give her business cards and handwritten notes. I decided to ask what she was up to later. Jay pulled me aside while this swarm of activity was going on and said, “I thought you told me that your girlfriend was still in high school?”

I answered, “Marla isn’t my girlfriend, she’s just a friend. Why, are you interested?”

“Damn right, I am. She’s a BABE! Would you mind if I asked her out?”

I thought for a moment about Jay and remembered that I really didn’t know him very well, so I said, “Tell you what, give me your card. I’ll ask her later, and see what she says.”

We sat around for a while, then some of the guys started getting ready to leave. Several of the girls still wanted to talk with Marla, and it was funny to watch Jay trying to get a few words in. Part of the group lived in the Valley, so we decided to ride in with them, and, I handed Jay’s card to Marla as people were mounting up. She looked at it, and I said, “Jay is interested in you. Shall I give him your number?” The Harleys all started to fire up before she could answer, and there was so much noise that you couldn’t hear a thing.

The trip back to the Valley riding with a dozen other bikes was fun. The guys just kept on rolling if a stoplight turned red when the group was halfway through. I found out later that two of the riders were police officers, and another was a judge. People started dropping off when we got to the Valley, and we were alone by the time we pulled up to Marla’s house.

She said something about me being a big strong biker dude when I lifted her off my bike. I grinned and retorted, “Maybe you just don’t weigh very much.” She got a big smile on her face, then said, “Come on in for a few minutes,” so I followed her into the house past the surprised looks of Erin, Kelly, and her parents, who were all sitting at a table playing a board game. I noticed a bunch of wrapping paper lying around and I wondered what was going on, but Marie grabbed my hand before I could ask, then we went into her bedroom and she closed the door.

I was reminded of the first time I saw this room. Erin, Kelly, and I had been watching Marie through the window. She’d been lying on the bed naked, masturbating. I could feel myself getting hard, so I tried to concentrate on something else. The room faintly smelled of green apples. I guessed that it was some kind of perfume or sachet.

She sat on the bed and patted a place next to her, so I sat down next to her. She said. “It’s been a lot of fun. Thank you.”

“I was glad to do it. I had fun, too. You did a great job pretending to be a WE girl, but why did you get all those business cards and notes from the girls?”

“Because I figured that I might boost my chances by taking a list of potential clients along if I go for a job interview on Monday.”

“Wow! Great idea!”

“Thanks. Do you really think that I have a chance?”

“Absolutely. Remember that Tammy has already met you, so she knows how pretty you are. She seemed excited when she found out that you might be available.” Marla seemed to gain confidence upon hearing that.

“What about you? Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Of course, I do. I think that you’re a knockout.”

She stared at the floor for several seconds before she said, “I used to think that I was pretty, but ... Oh, never mind. You said that you could take care of the guys at school. How are you gonna do that?”

“They’re going to do it for me. They’re going to give me a bunch of shit for loading you on my bike and whisking you away, and I’m going to tell them, loudly and publicly, that you are Marla, Marie’s sister. Marie isn’t even in town. She’s away at college. The only reason that you got on the bike with me is because our younger sisters are friends, and you guys were behaving like dorks.”

She looked a lot happier now, and started nodding her head.

“It’ll be all over school that they went after the wrong girl by the end of the day, and everybody will be making fun of them.” Marla grinned at that thought. I also pointed out, “And that doesn’t include what’ll happen to them after their girlfriends find out what they tried to do.”

She giggled when I added the last part. “Darn! That might work!”

“Of course, it will. Now, what about giving Jay your phone number?”

She raised an eyebrow and said, “You mean that our romance is already over?”

I said, “Sure, I’m exactly what you need, a dumb high school kid. This guy Jay is good-looking, he’s loaded, and he treats people with respect. He’s the kind of guy you deserve to be with.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she put her hands on my shoulders. “I understand that you’ve just been through an unhappy time with a girlfriend. Are you feeling a little shaky right now?”

I considered acting macho and making a smartass remark -- for all of maybe half a second. Then I sighed and admitted, “I am, actually. What she did sort of came out of nowhere, and I’m a little confused about things right now.”

“That’s what I heard. Well, I know what you’re going through. I’ve been upset for a long time, but my life may be turning around thanks to you. Tell Jay that I’m busy right now if he calls you, but I’ll call him if things lighten up, okay?”

She stood up, and I did too. She said, “Would you kiss me once more like you did at the restaurant before you go?” How could I turn down a request like that from such a lovely girl?

I took her in my arms and we kissed. She immediately proved that she’s a wonderful kisser again. It was as nice as last time, and I began to pull her luscious body tightly against mine. I remembered the time I saw her naked again, and I almost immediately got hard. My cock was trapped between us, and she obviously felt it because she started grinding herself against me.

It felt really good, so I concentrated on the kiss, and I could feel the heat building in both our bodies before long. I think that we would have ended up in bed if we had continued, but we pulled away from each other almost at the same time. Her family and my sister were in the next room. This was not the right time or place, and I realized that I’d better leave. I somehow remembered to grab Erin’s jacket. Marla smiled as she walked me to the door, then an odd expression came over her face as she watched me get on my bike.

The porch light was on when I got home. I noticed Amy’s room was dark as I was putting the bike away. She obviously wasn’t home yet. I wondered if she was having a good time. I took my time getting ready for bed. I stripped my clothes off and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror as I was brushing. I was surprised at how buff my reflection was. I decided that all the time and sweat I was spending on the exercise machine was paying off.

I actually felt good when I slid into bed. The fact that Karen was gone wasn’t foremost in my mind for the first time in several days. I was calmer than I’d been since I read that damned letter. I still missed Karen, of course, but the smell and feel of Marla was still with me as I drifted off to sleep.

I never heard her when she came into the room or when she took off her clothes. It was when she slid in next to me that I first realized that she was there. I was sleeping on my side facing the wall when she slid in behind me, and it took me a few seconds to clear my head when I felt her naked body. My first thought was ‘It’s Karen! She came back!’ and I turned around and reached for her. I was surprised to see that the room was almost pitch black, because I didn’t remember closing the blinds, but that wasn’t important. Karen was back! There was enough light to see that she was here, and her presence was all that really mattered. Karen was back! That thought cheered my heart as I pulled her to me.

She trembled as our lips met, and I think that I did as well. The kiss was amazing. I couldn’t remember her ever acting so passionate. We were writhing around, and I was crushing her to me. I felt moisture when she straddled my leg at one point, so I reached down and touched her between the legs. She was sopping wet -- wetter than she ever was before, and my cock hardened to the consistency of steel.

I started to gently roll her on her back, but she anticipated me. She threw the covers off us and pulled me on top of her. I placed the head of my cock against her opening and she whispered “Oh God,” and put her hands on my hips to hold me off, then she slowly relaxed her arms and let me enter her. She was tighter than I ever remember, and she began whimpering, so I stopped about halfway in. Something was wrong. I asked, “Are you okay?”

Her voice was shaking when she answered “Uh huh,” and began to pull me deeper. I hit bottom before I expected, and she cried out a little when I did, but she held tightly to me and wouldn’t let me move. A familiar odor wafted by me. I couldn’t place it for a minute, then I suddenly recognized it. The scent was green apples, and the differences I noticed made sense. It wasn’t Karen lying beneath me; it was MARLA!!

I froze. A bunch of thoughts and feelings tumbled through me. The first one was disappointment. I desperately wanted Karen to be here with me, but she wasn’t, and she wasn’t going to be, maybe not ever.

I then thought of the first time that I saw Marla’s beautiful naked body, and the look on her face as she moved the vibrator in and around her pussy, and I was suddenly angry. I was angry at Karen for leaving, so I put her out of my mind, and concentrated on Marla, the girl whose body I was deeply inside. This wasn’t Karen, it was Marla, and I was glad that it was.

She began to move under me, and make little grunting noises. I started to move in and out just as a thought hit me. I wasn’t wearing protection! I quickly pulled out as she asked, “What... ?”

I answered, “Hold on, don’t move.” I reached into my nightstand and pulled some condoms out. I tore one open and I was back against her within seconds, but I moved slowly and gently now. I wasn’t going to rush this. I remembered that Marla had mentioned the ‘unhappy time’ that I was suffering through. She was helping me to get over Karen, and I wanted to show her that I was grateful. I gradually entered her slippery warmth and settled into her a little at a time. I couldn’t believe how tight she was. This was a girl who had been having sex for quite a while, yet she somehow reminded me of Desi the first time that we were together.

We settled into a slow rhythm, and she began to loosen a little after a while. I began taking longer strokes, but still moving slowly and gently. She responded by grabbing me by the back and moaning every time that I plunged into her. I felt her whole body tense the first time she came and she gasped. I continued for a few strokes, and she shuddered and made a strange noise. It was almost like a hiccup. I stopped moving while she settled down and I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head and my lips brushed her cheek. It was wet and it tasted like tears. That worried me, so I stopped moving and asked her, “Are you okay?”

She answered, “Uh huh,” and began moving again. She wasn’t hesitating this time. She was meeting every move of mine with one of her own and trying to pull me deeper and deeper inside her. The climax must have been a little one the next time she came. She had been twisting her head back and forth. She moaned “Ahhhhh,” shuddered, and stopped moving.

She almost immediately started again, and she began slamming herself into me with more force than before this time. I had been holding off as best I could, but this was too much, and I could feel myself get ready before long. I started making noises of my own, and she dug her fingers into my back as soon as she heard me, and we came together when we came. I collapsed on top of her, and lay there thinking about what I had done. I felt like I should feel guilty somehow. I felt like I had betrayed Karen. Then I remembered that Karen was gone.

Marla wasn’t taking her place. This was a different girl. This was Marla, and it was great making love to her. I turned on my back and pulled her to me. She put her head on my chest and put her leg over me. She fit me perfectly. It was wonderful holding her, and I started to doze, but she wasn’t finished. She reached down and took my half-hard penis in her hand. She slipped the condom off and began smearing my spunk around the head and down the shaft.

It was difficult to see what she was doing in what little light was coming through the blinds, but it looked like she was either smelling or tasting her fingers. That thought excited me so much that I had to gasp for breath. I was hard again in almost no time, and I reached for another condom. I tore the package open, and I was about to slip it on when she took it from me.

She seemed to fumble with it for a few seconds as though she was trying to figure out how it worked. She slipped it onto my renewed erection soon enough though. I started to get back on top of her, but she put her hands on my chest to stop me. I guessed that she wanted to get on top, and that’s just what she did. Her hands were trembling as she took my cock and put it against her pussy. She was wetter than before if anything, and the head slipped in without a problem as she lowered herself, but her tunnel felt even tighter than the first time as soon as it was past her outer lips. She stopped for a second, before she moaned and shuddered again, then she lowered herself as she began to relax until I was bumping against her cervix.

She stopped for a second again, and whispered, “Oh, God!” then she started to slowly move up and down. The sensation was wonderful. She was plenty wet, but so tight that she felt like a velvet sheath around my cock. Her movements got a little faster, and she got a little tighter as she came again. It wasn’t a huge orgasm, but she dropped until she was supporting herself on her hands, and I reached up to fondle her tits. They were nice size, but smaller than I expected. Her nipples were almost as hard as pebbles, but they must have been very sensitive. She let out a little “Oh” that was made up of surprise and pleasure when I gave them a little squeeze. She dropped on top of me right away, and kissed me so passionately that it made my head spin, then she sat up and started moving again. She was moving faster now, and it was feeling even more wonderful than before. I lost sense of time, but I began to meet her thrusts when I could feel myself getting ready again. She began moving even faster as soon as she realized what was happening, and we finished together in a series of lurches and grunts.