Blaine blinked his eyes to the sun streaming in through the single pane window. He yawned and stretched, ‘Fuck it’s quiet out here,’ he thought to himself. He pulled back the red checkered quilt, got out of bed, and rummaged through his duffel bag to find a towel.
He shivered in the outdoor shower as he watched the early morning mist rise from the slow-moving river. He wrapped the towel around his muscular waist and was surprised that he was still at half-mast after the lukewarm shower; thoughts of kissing Olivia all over her supple smooth body got him so worked up. His manhood tented the towel out further as he imagined entering her from behind.
He shook his head and tried to get the imagery of her naked body out of his mind. He had a lot of work to do, he didn’t have time to yank one out, and he couldn’t be walking around all day with a stiffy.
He threw on his boxer briefs, a white t-shirt, and his favorite jeans. He toweled off his hair, shook the water out, and then tied it back into a ponytail. He rummaged further into his bag to find his wire rim aviators. He grabbed his black flat-brim hat off the hook by the door and headed out to greet the first arrivals of the Brass Bonds Brotherhood as they reached the gates of the farm. The breeze had started to pick up and so had the temperature. It was going to be a perfect fall day.
Throughout the day hordes of bikers converged onto Steve’s farm. Some hauled fifth wheel trailers, some brought tents, and the property started to look like a colorful festival campground. The smell of marijuana wafted through the warm morning air and the sound of the band playing could be heard everywhere on the property. Zeb had allowed him to rent a stadium quality sound system, and it was loud with a capital L near the temporary stage.
He spent the afternoon drinking beer and mingling with brothers that he hadn’t seen for years. Everything was pretty peaceful, with the exception of a few drunken fist fights, and thankfully the cops were turning a blind eye to the illicit drugs being consumed or sold. Blaine hadn’t been worried, but found himself relaxing more and more as the day went on with no major incidents. He hadn’t seen or heard from Olivia and wondered if she would show up. He had left instructions at the gate for her to be escorted directly to the stage and placed in Steve’s care. He wondered if it was overkill, but he didn’t want her to get scared off by any horny drunk men. He also didn’t want her stumbling onto any scenes that she might not be ready to see. He knew that there were plenty of swinger couples doing their thing down by the cabins, and that the loft of the barn had turned into quite the coke den.
As dusk settled in, Blaine still hadn’t seen or heard from Olivia and he was starting to get worried. He hopped into the golf cart he’d been using to get around the property and started to make his way to the gate when he heard the distinctive first notes of her guitar ring out into the night air. He slammed on the brakes. He had seen her play enough times to recognize her sound, and he wheeled the golf cart around and headed off toward the stage in excitement.
When he got close he noticed that the crowd had grown exponentially and all eyes were fixated on his girl. He pushed his way through the throngs of people to get close to the stage. If it weren’t for her distinct sound he might not have recognized her. Her long straight hair was wavy and wild like a lion’s mane. He was transfixed, not only by her playing, but by the way she moved, like the music had seeped into her and taken over her body. Her eyes were lined in black, like a cat’s, and she had on bright coral lipstick. He loved the way she pressed her lips together when she concentrated and he felt a surge of pride as he watched her, completely engrossed in her element.
His eyes ran down her body. Behind her guitar he could see the frayed bottom of her ripped jean shorts. He continued his gaze down her long legs expecting to see her combat boot and was surprised to see tall black heels. He wondered if she had borrowed the shoes from Maddie, they were easily five inches tall and their straps wound around her thin ankles and up her legs like a gladiator.
He nodded his head in time with the music and cheered her on whenever she got a chance to perform a solo. He looked around in awe. She had the crowd in the palm of her hand. He felt his heart bursting with pride. His throat constricted when she spread her legs and widened her stance to really get into her riffs. ‘God, she’s so damn sexy and she doesn’t even know it’, he thought as he adjusted his pants to accommodate the stirring of his cock.
“I’d bend that guitar bitch over and give her the ride of her life.” Blaine heard someone remark from behind him. He snapped around to face the man. He and his buddies were staring at Liv lasciviously and continued to joke about replacing her guitar with their dicks.
Blaine shoved one of the men in the shoulder. “She’s mine.”
“Sorry man, I didn’t know,” the guy stammered, and held his hands up like he was under arrest.
Blaine scanned the audience, and grew even more protective of Olivia as he noticed the way that the men were staring at her. He needed to protect her, and the best way to do that was to claim her as his own. As a high-ranking Brass Bonds, everyone at the bash knew and respected his position, and would do the same for his old lady.
The band finished their set with flourish and the audience went wild and screamed for an encore. Olivia stepped to the front of the stage and teased the audience with some Zeppelin, then she improvised with what sounded like a mix between some classical stuff that Blaine didn’t know, and then melded the classic rock back into the melody. He didn’t know a thing about music, but he knew what he was hearing was good, very good. She kept building and building her solo, pulling in every set of eyes and ears in the audience until the rest of the band joined in, bringing the song to its climax, and the audience roared. He made his way to the side stage and watched her finish off the performance with a cheesy arm swing she must’ve taken from an old Van Halen video. He smiled at her dorkiness. She broke free from her zone of concentration, turned her head and saw Blaine standing at the side of the stage. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders a little, as if to say she was fully aware that her 80s metal move had been ridiculous.
As the band acknowledged the audience, Blaine threw on his kutte and strode onstage. He grabbed Olivia’s guitar by the strap, lifted it off her, and wound his arm her around her waist. With her guitar still in his hand, he pulled her in close and kissed her hard. The audience went wild. Olivia put her hands around Blaine’s thick neck and kissed him back. She didn’t know it, but this public display was calculated on his part; she was now Blaine’s old lady, and she would never be given a hard time by anyone in the organization, ever again.
Their kiss lingered while the audience cheered. Blaine set down the guitar and led her offstage by her hand. When they reached the ground, Blaine was ready to take her right then and there. He picked her up by her hips and grew hard as his hands felt the bare flesh exposed from her short cut-offs. He could tell that she was hungry for him too, her fingers gripped into his back and her lips met his hungry and frantic kisses. He couldn’t wait any longer, his body ached to take hers. He kissed her on the neck and set her down on the ground. He held her hand as they slowly made their way through the crowd, their progress slowed by Olivia’s ridiculous shoes, and all of the congratulatory nods of appreciation lauded on her by the audience members.
When they cleared the crowd and reached the wood chipped pathway to the cabin, Blaine swept Olivia up into his arms and carried her. The mile-long path sparkled with strands of Christmas lights, and fireflies bobbed through the air. Blaine’s cock pressed against his jeans and was throbbing. Olivia held onto his neck and leaned her head against his chest. The electricity that ran between the two of them was palpable, and he could feel Olivia trembling against him. When they got to his cabin he gingerly set her down and pressed her up against the door. She arched her back so that her hips pressed tightly to his, and they kissed passionately. Both of them were breathing heavily and Blaine heard Olivia moan lightly into their kiss. He fumbled for the latch on the door and they burst into the cabin in a flurry of kissing and groping. Blaine picked Olivia up and threw her onto the bed and kicked off his boots. He crawled on top of her and pressed his body down onto hers. He held both sides of her face as he kissed her, then he reached between her legs and pulled hard at the crotch of her shorts. Olivia gasped as Blaine shoved the small bit of jean fabric to the side and shoved his thick finger into her warmth. He felt her hesitation and remembered that it wasn’t a club whore in his bed, it was his virginal girlfriend. He stopped and pulled his finger from her body and readjusted her shorts. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked her in her eyes.
“I love you,” he said. “And I can wait for you.”
“I love you too Blaine,” Olivia said. “I’ve never been more ready.”