Clutch

Eldie clung to me around every curve, her glorious tits pressing against my back. There was no feeling in the whole world quite like it, and Eldie’s body felt like it was custom made for riding with me. My cock was rock hard and felt like it was going to rip through my jeans. Having Charlene purring between my legs didn’t help matters either. It was probably good that we reached the Sanctuary when we did, because thoughts of what I wanted to do with Eldie were about to distract me to the point of driving us both off the road. Eldie leapt off the bike and removed her helmet which had teased her chocolate brown hair into “fuck me” perfection.

“That was soooo much fun! Can we do it again later?” she asked, clapping her hands rapidly.

“Yeah, sure, Doc,” I said smiling. “We can go any time you want.”

“Is riding a... bike always that much fun?” she asked grinning.

“Look at you pickin’ up the lingo, you’re a real biker bitch now.” I felt like an asshole the moment the words flew out of my stupid fucking mouth, and I quickly tried to take them back. “Eldie, I didn’t mean—”

She was dead silent for several moments before bursting out laughing so hard I thought she was going to burst a blood vessel in her eye. She was in a full-on giggle fit for at least two minutes straight.

“I... can’t... breathe... ohmigod,” she said as she struggled for air. “If you only... knew how far from reality biker... bitch... is from the... real me.”

“I don’t know, Doc, you seemed to take to riding pretty quickly from where I was sitting.”

“Thank you. I needed...  a good laugh” Eldie said, using her t shirt to wipe the tears from her face, only then noticing the mudslide of chocolate and slobber that had stained the front of it.

“Oh gross! That’s repulsive,” she exclaimed.

“C’mon, let’s get inside. We’ll get you some water for your shirt, and maybe something a little stronger for you,” I said, guiding her to the gravel path that lead to the Chapel building.

It was then that Eldie noticed the large group of Saints congregating.

“Are there always this many people here?” Eldie asked.

“Oh, shit. I almost forgot. This weekend is our annual club picnic,” I said.

“Club picnic? As in there’s a bunch of people here?” she asked as she ran back and checked herself in Charlene’s mirror.

“You look great, Doc, don’t worry about a thing,” I said.

“I look like I just got back from an exorcism...,” she leaned closer to the mirror, “... where I was the guest of honor.”

“Wait a minute. I think I’ve got something you can change into,” I said, remembering that I had several Burning Saints T-shirts in my saddle bag. Cricket had them made for us to give out to the locals on the streets. All a part of the horseshit campaign to soften our image. I handed Eldie a shirt, along with a bottled water.

“I figured you could use this to clean up.”

She thanked me and looked at the tag on the back of the shirt.

“You don’t happen to have one that’s a size up from this, do you?” she asked, peering into the saddle bag which I quickly closed.

“Sorry, Doc, that’s the largest size I have with me.”

I stared right into her gorgeous brown eyes and lied. I had shirts in one, two and three sizes larger in my bag, but I wanted to see Eldie wearing the size I’d selected for her. A size that I knew would hug every single one of her curves in just the right way. I knew I couldn’t touch her, so I wanted to look as much as I possibly could.

“Can you, um...,” Eldie said, motioning for me to turn around as she stepped over to a nearby tree.

“Of course,” I said and did as I was asked.

I turned to face Charlene, my back now turned to Eldie and the lucky tree that kept her partially hidden. However, I could now see Eldie in plain sight through Charlene’s side mirror as she peeled off her stained shirt. I knew the right thing to do would be to look away, but when she unhooked her bra and let her tits free, my eyes stayed glued to that mirror. I’d honestly never seen a more beautiful pair of breasts in all my life. My raging hard-on came back with a vengeance, and the absolute torture of not being able to fuck her was starting to make me crazy. However, what she did next was simply next-level in the cruelty department. She took the bottled water and slowly, carefully poured its contents down her chest, before gently rubbing herself down with the bandana I’d given her earlier. I stood transfixed, as she finished cleaning up before slipping the tight Burning Saints T-shirt over her large, bare tits.

“Okay, I’m all ready,” she said, and I turned around to face her, knowing full well if she’d looked down at my crotch, she’d see a bulge the size of an armadillo. The shirt did an even better job than I’d planned, not to mention the newly added bonus of her now going bra-less. Eldie’s hard nipples showed through the black cotton, and I could think of nothing more than having each one between my teeth.

“You okay?” she asked. I assumed by her question that I was not hiding my expression well.

“Jesus, Doc. I was just kidding about the biker bitch thing. Maybe I do have more sizes, lemme just double check.”

“No, I’m fine. Let’s go. This is already the second time I’ve had to change my top today, and honestly the bra was still wet from the first time I had to wash it out in the sink. After the day I’ve had, it no longer matters. So, I’m gonna go to your little picnic with my puppies bouncing, and I don’t give a shit,” she said proudly.

“Do you wanna wear my kutte?” I asked,

“Yeah, that would be great,” she said quickly.

“C’mon, Doc,” I said, putting my kutte around her already shivering body. “We’ll get you some proper clothes from one of the girls.”

* * *

Gina

Walking back to Clutch, I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from saying anything about his rather impressive erection. Good God, that thing could do some damage, and I kind of wanted to find out how much.

The little shit, trying to tell me he suddenly had more shirts. I knew he’d been lying the second he slammed the thing on the outside of his bike closed. One thing I knew about myself was I had a great rack and it wasn’t lost on me that Clutch agreed.

So, now he was going to watch me in his tight T-shirt, sans bra, nipples hard enough to cut glass, and suffer.

I did appreciate him offering me his vest, though. Lordy, I was cold. I needed tequila, pronto... and food. In the warmth of a building.

Clutch led me inside and I couldn’t help lagging behind. I was not a fan of people. I liked persons, but groups made me feel claustrophobic, and the large group of scary-looking bikers was suddenly making me nervous.

Which was stupid.

For the love of God, I’d treated the majority of these people for one stab wound or another, not to mention bullet holes, infected prison tats, and road rash.

“You okay?” Clutch asked, turning to face me.

“Yep,” I said, with emphasis on the ‘P.’

“Stick with me,” he said.

“Your hand is like a vice grip,” I pointed out. “I am stuck with you.”

He grinned, loosening his hold. “Wine?”

“Tequila.”

His eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

“I’m a biker bitch remember?”

Clutch grinned. “Shots it is.”

“And food.”

“Burgers or dogs?”

“Both?”

He laughed. “C’mon. Let’s get you fed.”

I nodded and followed him into the fray.

Clutch led me to where Minus’s girlfriend, Cricket, was chatting with a few of the club women in the kitchen.

“Gina?” she said, hugging me. “I almost didn’t recognize you outside of your doctor’s coat. You look adorable,” she said.

I chuckled. “Thanks. It wasn’t planned.”

She smiled. “Heard you had a run-in with a pole.”

“And a few chocolate Yum Yums, thus the shirt; courtesy of my new fashion coordinator.” I motioned to Clutch.

“Ah.” She frowned. “It’s kind of small. Do you want a bigger one?”

“Nope, this is good.”

“Okey doke. You let me know if anything changes.”

“I will.”

Clutch returned with a plate full of food and I grabbed it from him, shoving the hot dog into my mouth. Clutch’s eyes widened, and I decided to eat just a little slower, making his neck turn a very satisfying shade of pink as he watched my mouth slide over the dog before turning away and walking back toward the bar.

He grabbed a couple of glasses and a bottle of Patron, and walked back to me with a look of smoldering hotness. Jebus, I wanted that face between my legs. I took a few deep breaths and refocused on my plate, which was now empty.

Of course, it was. One thing a lot of people didn’t know about me, was I could eat my weight in meat. So far, that ability hadn’t caught up with me, but as I hurled towards forty, I anticipated that my weight would become a problem.

He raised the bottle of tequila and I nodded, so he set it on the kitchen island, pouring us each a glass.

Which we downed. “I love Patron.”

He grinned. “Who doesn’t?”

“Crazy people.”

“Indeed,” he said. “C’mon. I’ll introduce you to a few of the guys you haven’t met.”

I took another shot, and then followed him into the great room.

I was introduced to guys with names like Ropes, Doozer... Ringo, I couldn’t keep up. Through the haze of shots and new people, my short-term memory was getting spongy fast. Next to go would be my good judgement.