Free Sons Of Bacchanalia (Erotic Motorcycle Romance) by Aria Cuming Page A

often said we looked like twins. 
    Crawling to the couch I grabbed a pillow and blanket and covered her, leaving her as I retired to my own room.  I undressed myself and looked in the mirror.  I kept coming back to the moment when I saw the way the big guy lifted my friend.  A surge of pleasure ran through me.  I tried to ignore the growing jealousy.  I was the more responsible one.  The one with a career and money in the bank.  But something inside of me wanted to be different.  To be… her.
    I combed my hair , framing my body beautifully.  I pushed my tits forward and turned to the side and admired my backside.  My fingers traced down my stomach and around to my butt.  Replaying the motion of his hands I closed my eyes and imitated his grip.  I felt electricity run through me, my hands working my sensitive flesh roughly.  Suddenly I was in his arms, I was kissing his mouth as the cold buckles from his leather jacket teased my bare skin.  I gasped as I felt his fingers within me, his thumb playing rhythmically over my fleshy mound.  I fell back into my bed and he was on me, tracing my body with kisses and paying extra attention to the responsive insides of his tight thighs.  My legs spread on the bed I worked my hips against my fingers as I imagined him creeping closer to my wetness.  I could almost feel his strong hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wide as his lips slipped over my clit and his tongue worked inside of me.  I cried out, not considering the proximity to my friend sleeping in the other room.  Letting go I exploded, my entire body shuddering and convulsing with desperate need.  I forced my fingers deeper as my insides took pleasure in being filled. 
    Waki ng the next day I could hear Tori was already up.  I could smell bacon cooking, surely her attempt to make up for last night.  Rising slowly I walked to the kitchen and found her still dressed in the skimpy dress from last night. 
    “Hey , Tori.”
    Her face was smiling and bright and I could see that she was eager to tell me about her night. 
    “Oh my GOD!  Did you see those guys?” 
    I nodded , taking a piece of juicy bacon from the pan. 
    “Those aren’t done yet. Y ou’re going to get a worm.” 
    “Don’t worry about me , Natasha. It’s you that needs to worry about what you’re going to catch.”  I eyed her questioningly, not quite grasping what she meant. An annoyed, half-judgmental look came across my face. 
    “Oh stop.  Anyhow, those weren’t just any guys. They were the S.O.B.”  A smile crept across her face as she watched my reaction.
    “ The S.O.B! Please help me,“ I exclaimed. I thought for a moment that maybe she was just drunk and didn’t fully comprehend what she was saying. “The Sons of Bacchanalia?! I can’t believe you!  How can you possibly think hanging around with those criminals is a good idea?  They’re dangerous.  They’re suspect in half the crimes in this town, not to mention their reputation as drug lords.  Fuck, you could likely get thrown in jail for merely associating with them. Not to mention get murdered.”
    “Oh Natasha!  You are so uptight, live a little.  Did you see those bikes? MEOW!”
    I could tell that no matter what I said she was going to do whatever she wanted.  I learned a long time ago that with Victoria the more I tried to push, the more she resisted.  I let it drop.  Besides, a strange, small part of me was eager to see them again as well. 
    Chapter Two
    I went to work, leaving her to shower and wondering what her day entailed.  She had a couple weeks before she had to start her new job, and I had a feeling she was going to fill them with as much mischief as she could get herself in to.  I worked at the local hospital’s laboratory, and today I would be stationed in the blood bank, which meant it would likely be a slow day.  I plodded through the work, routine, routine, routine.  My mind began to wonder and I could feel the heat