29 comments/ 141474 views/ 59 favorites Ride on the Wild Side By: Colleen Thomas Emily shivered and cursed Keith vehemently. This was all his fault, and really made her wonder why she stayed with such an asshole. She shivered and huddled closer to the cold stone wall of the comfort station where she was stranded, at a rest area somewhere on I-81 in Virginia. They had been going to New Orleans for spring break with some friends when nature called and Keith grudgingly pulled off at the rest stop, just outside of Binghamton. She had come out of the restroom just in time to see the car driving away. Emily knew Keith and his buddies were jerks, but she expected Rachel and Donna to make them come back. After an hour of waiting, she realized this was another of Keith's little 'jokes', which is to say, humiliating, unthinking, and uncaring abuse of her. Rather than try to head back to the Syracuse campus, she decided to hitch to New Orleans. She had been lucky and caught a ride with a family from Binghamton to Scranton, but the next three had been lone men and all had eventually tried to get her to have sex with them. Emily wasn't a prude by any means, but she felt that giving sex for a ride was too close to prostitution. The last one had been a traveling salesman who had put her out at this godforsaken rest area when she flatly refused to give him a blowjob. Now, she was cold, lonely, and beginning to lose any hope of getting a ride before morning. A tractor-trailer flew past and the sound of its engines dwindled into silence. The night was cold, and the insects had gone to ground, which left a thick shroud of silence over everything. She was considering trying to figure out a way to sleep in the ladies' room without lying on the floor, when she heard the sound of a motor approaching. It became louder and long before she saw it, she knew it was a motorcycle. She was a little worried. She knew bikers often traveled in packs and there were many stories about them being violent. Emily was only five foot one and, at one hundred and twenty pounds, she was not very imposing. She had a nice figure, with heavy breasts and long legs, for her height. To make matters worse she only wore a thin summer dress. It had been perfect for the sunny day they had left Syracuse, but it wasn't enough to keep her from shivering now and did little to hide her charms. She suddenly felt very small and vulnerable. The bike rolled to a stop at the closest parking spot and the rider dismounted. Emily felt a little better when she was sure it was only the one bike. With the killing of the throaty engine, silence descended, once again. The rider stretched languidly, and then she took off her helmet. She was a thin, tall woman, probably about five eleven, but she moved very gracefully. She wore a black leather jacket, black leather pants and heavy boots, the clothes serving to conceal the shape of her body, but Emily's impression was of someone who was very willowy. As the rider came up the short walk from the parking lot to the comfort station, she passed out of shadow and into the harsh glare of the lights. Her face was exotically beautiful. Her skin was ebony, as dark as any Emily had ever encountered, but her hair was blonde and worn very short, almost in a crew cut. Her eyes, striking blue, were shown off by high cheekbones and a long, aquiline nose. Her chin was strong and prominent, but her features were softened by full, pouty lips. The woman stopped in front of Emily and her eyes traversed the smaller girl, from her feet to her big brown eyes and long dark hair. The look was leisurely and seemed to be appraising. Emily felt herself flush slightly, but smiled tentatively when their eyes met. The black woman smiled back, revealing beautiful white teeth, before she continued into the restroom. Emily was a little confused; the look the woman had given her made her feel warm and tingly inside, but she also felt nervous in her presence. She had an aura of confidence and power that the small coed found at once discomforting and exciting. Emily had composed herself by the time the woman emerged from the restroom, and took a deep breath. She wanted to ask for a ride, but, as soon as her eyes met the woman's, she lost her nerve. Those blue eyes were like ice, daring anyone to try and get closer to their owner. Emily managed to smile again and the woman chuckled on her way back to the bike. She picked her helmet up off the seat and started to put it on, and then it seemed to dawn on her that there wasn't another vehicle anywhere to be seen. She stood for a few moments and then walked back up to Emily, with her helmet under her arm. "You alone?" the big woman asked. Her voice was deep and throaty, with a soft accent that sounded almost French to Emily, who was used to French-Canadian students. "Yes," Emily replied, almost stammering. Something about this woman was very disconcerting. Not in a bad way, but something almost arousing, which only left Emily feeling even more nervous. "How'd you get here?" the woman demanded. Emily started to explain, but the words became a torrent and, before she finally ran out of breath, she had told this stranger her whole story. She was embarrassed by her predicament, and really didn't know why she had been so candid with a complete stranger. "So, you still going to try to hitch to Nawlins?" "I guess," Emily said. The woman looked her over again, with that frank glance that sent the blood rushing to the little woman's head. "Ever ridden bitch before?" "Bitch?" "Yeah, ever ridden a bike?" "Oh, no, I haven't," Emily admitted. "Well, I am heading south, if you want a ride," she said and turned on her heel. Emily was very confused, but found herself almost running along behind the big woman to keep up. Once there, Emily got a good look at the bike. It was huge, all chrome and black, save for a red hourglass painted on the gas tank. A bedroll, a sleeping bag, and a haversack were lashed with bungee cords to the chrome post that stood up from the end of the seat, and the woman was digging into a black leather saddlebag. She pulled out a heavy leather jacket and tossed it to Emily. She also pulled out some other rolled-up garments and walked around the bike to Emily. "Don't just stand there, put it on, girl." The jacket was huge and fell to almost mid thigh. The woman rolled out what she was carrying and knelt before Emily. "Hike up your skirt," she commanded. "What?" Emily exclaimed. The woman stood up and stared down at her, capturing her eyes and holding them. "It's forty degrees or less, out. You are about to add an eighty mile per hour wind to that. Your asshole boyfriend took your clothes and I don't have anything that will fit you beside these, but you can't wear them over a fucking skirt." Emily felt her will drain away and blushed deeply as she hiked her skirt up around her waist. Beneath the skirt, she wore only powder-blue French-cut panties. The big woman knelt again and whistled. "Damn," she said. She fastened the leather chaps around Emily's waist and cinched them up tight. She then fastened them around the girl's thighs, calves, and ankles, with buckles and straps. Emily was blushing scarlet and wished she would do it faster, but the woman seemed to be in no hurry at all, and her hands brushed Emily's sensitive skin so many times it was hard to believe it was accidental. Once the chaps were fastened, the woman stood up, and Emily let her skirt fall, leaving only the sensuous and exciting feeling of the leather on her smooth legs. The woman handed her a pink helmet from the saddlebag and, once Emily had it strapped on, she slipped onto the bike behind the black woman. The bedroll forced her to press her hips forward and, once she found a place for her legs, she was pretty comfortable. Until the woman started the engine, that is. The tall woman walked the bike backwards and Emily's arms flew to the seat, but she could find very little to hold on to. The powerful engine sent a thrumming vibration through the seat and into her legs and abdomen. Once the bike was pointed towards the onramp, the black woman turned to plug a wire into Emily's helmet and another into her own. She then plugged them both into a pair of jacks on the bike's control panel and flipped a switch. "Put your arms around my waist and lean in against my back. Keep your legs in tight and don't lean back," the words came from inside her helmet. Emily complied, noticing fleetingly that in this position the vibrations from the engine seemed stronger. The woman wound the accelerator out, and the big machine roared off into the velvety darkness. The acceleration was quick and Emily felt her stomach lurch, her hands tightened around the woman's waist, and her eyes snapped shut. The first sensation after that was of the wind, tearing at her skirt, legs and jacket. Her skirt billowed back, exposing her upper thighs and panties, but she was afraid to let go and try to tuck it under her. When she finally dared to open her eyes, the road, trees, and everything else alongside the highway were moving past in a blur. She closed her eyes again and ducked her head until the helmet rested between the tall woman's shoulder blades. "You all right?" the soft voice purred in her ear. "No," Emily squeaked. The black woman chuckled. "First time on a bike is a little scary, I guess. Just hold tight and open your eyes, you'll get used to it. It's not like riding in a car, there you're not really experiencing the road, you're just watching it go by, like on a TV. Here you get to be a part of it all." "I forgot to ask your name," Emily said. She opened her eyes, but kept staring forward. "You can call me Dee." For the next few minutes, Emily slowly got brave enough to look past Dee's shoulders, at the road. The night was dark and the wind was cold, but the jacket and chaps kept her warm. After a few minutes of getting used to it, she managed to tuck her dress in under the sleeping bag behind her, so it wouldn't get ruined. Emily found she actually liked the adrenalin rush. Dee slipped the big machine into the left hand lane and passed a tractor-trailer. It was so close that Emily felt as if she could reach out and touch it, and she felt herself getting nervous again, so she closed her eyes. She decided opening them was a bad idea, settled in, and held tight. The way she was sitting forced her pussy tightly against the seat, and the vibrations from the engine had become distractingly pleasant. Emily had been on her period in the days just before they left, and Keith refused to touch her when she was menstruating. It annoyed her, because that was when she was the horniest, but she had expected to make up for it on the trip. With her eyes closed, her other senses seemed more acute and the vibrations began to really arouse her. Emily squirmed in the seat, experimenting, until she settled in the position that made the vibrations feel the best. The throb of the engine soon had the material of her panties slick with her juices. She found that she could really crank up the sensations by working her hips down and forward, but she had to be careful not to be too obvious — she didn't want Dee to know what was going on. What had began as an amusing game, became sweet torture after an hour on the road. She was so hot, now, every nerve ending seemed to be tingling and she could feel her nipples poking out. She had her bottom lip held tightly between her teeth to keep from making any noises, but when the big bike hit a test section and began to bounce wildly, Emily couldn't hold back a moan. The moment the bike hit smooth road again, Dee straightened up, slipped one of her hands back between them, and forced it between Emily's thighs. Her index finger pressed inward and began to stroke Emily's pussy through the slick satin. "Oh god!" she cried out. The blood in her veins felt like fire, and she groaned as the first of several powerful contractions hit her. Being carried away on a red wave of bliss, she heard Dee's voice in her ear. "Cum for me baby, cum for mama." Emily couldn't speak. She just held on tight and shuddered as wave upon wave of pleasure assaulted her senses. Even through the heady pleasure, she could feel the wind whipping over her, the bike moving on the road, and Dee's hard body. The sensations blended, warped, and melded, crossing over each other and joining the spasms of joy, until the experience became something new and thrilling. Not just an orgasm, but a whole new level of pleasure. Emily rode the waves and then enjoyed the warm, relaxed sensation that spread from her pussy throughout her body in its aftermath. When her mind began to function again, though, she was feeling acutely embarrassed. "Goodness, I'm sorry," she blurted out. "Don't sweat it. My ex used to get off all the time, that's why I had Deke install the intercom. I like to listen and she was a screamer. Are you always so quiet when you cum?" the silken voice seemed to whisper right in her ear. Emily felt herself blush from her chest to her forehead. This was so surreal to her, discussing an orgasm with a complete stranger. She blushed even deeper when she thought about it and realized this woman had brought her all these delicious sensations. "No, I'm usually pretty loud," she admitted. "Nice." The conversation ended there. Dee seemed content to say no more, and Emily was struggling with the implications of what had just happened. She had never thought of herself as bisexual. She had never really thought about it at all, but as the road flashed by and the motor noise became a monotonous drone, she found herself thinking about many things. Most of all, she thought about the pleasant vibrations running through her nether regions, and the warm fuzzy feeling that came with them. They were almost enough to make her wish she had a bike of her own. Or better yet, someone who owned one. She didn't think she would ever feel comfortable driving one, but she was really starting to enjoy the ride. Ride on the Wild Side "You were headed down to Nawlins for spring break, right?" "Yes." "And why Nawlins?" "It's supposed to be wild and fun," Emily stammered. "So you wanted to take a walk on the wild side?" "Well, yeah, I guess so." "Well girl, have you ever been to bed with another woman?" "No!" "Ever had sex with anyone who wasn't as lilywhite as yoself?" "No." "Well then, can't get much wilder than that," Dee said. When Emily didn't respond immediately, Dee leaned forward and brushed her lips over Emily's. It wasn't a kiss, not really, but Emily felt a knife of desire twist in her tummy. "No one has to know. If you don't like it, we'll stop, no questions asked." "I don't know," Emily said. Her voice was husky, and deeper than usual. "What's not to know girl? We're in Bristol, by this time tomorrow I'll have you in Nawlins. You don't ever have to see me again. You can take that walk on the wild side before you even get there and no one has to know. Of course, you may discover you like it," Dee said. Her voice was soft, but coaxing and Emily felt her resistance to this strange woman's advances melting away. Dee bent again and this time pressed her full lips to Emily's. Her long tongue gently swiped over the small coed's lips, but moved to her chin before Emily's lips parted. Dee kissed her just below her lips, then on the point of her chin and then on the underside, slowly moving down her neck until she reached the hollow between Emily's collar bones. The taller woman swirled her tongue over the point of each bone and deeply into the hollow, before she began to kiss back up. Emily found herself gasping for breath. It felt so good, and her body was responding even as her mind fought through her reservations. By the time Dee's mouth moved over her chin and back to her lips, Emily had passed the point of caring about any moral implications. Her body was taut with need, and her lips parted at the fist hint of contact with Dee's. Rather than explore her mouth, as Emily expected, the black woman captured Emily's lower lip between her teeth and slowly licked it. It was incredibly sensuous, and seemed to turn up the fire raging in her tummy, and spreading to her pussy. No lover had ever taken this much time or made any effort to arouse her, and the knowledge that Dee cared about her satisfaction was almost as erotic as the woman's soft tongue on her lip. A shudder ran through her when Dee released her lip and kissed along the line of her jaw, working towards the sensitive lobe of her ear. Once there, she began to tongue and worry it, until another shudder ran through the smaller woman. Emily was beside herself, and the gentle teasing was driving her mad. Dee's bare shoulder was near her mouth, and she leaned forward and bit down on the soft skin, to keep from moaning. "Well, maybe I should have been the one worrying about getting bitten," Dee purred in her ear before gently nipping Emily's earlobe. Emily tentatively slipped her arms around the taller woman, and held tight. Dee's lips traced their way back down her jaw and then pressed against her quivering lips. This time, the black woman's tongue darted into her mouth, but quickly retreated. Emily thrust her own tongue after it and, in moments, they twined and pushed against each other. The sweet battle lasted for a long time, before Dee finally snaked her tongue deep into Emily's mouth. Once there, she began a thorough exploration, still taking her time. Emily was confused, almost lost in a trance. The urgent need she felt was juxtaposed to Dee's unhurried lovemaking. Her reservations about doing this were drowning in a sea of pure sensation, and the woman hadn't even touched her yet! None of her previous lovers had ever set her body on fire this way, or stoked such an all-consuming desire within her. She clutched at Dee and held tightly as her knees went weak. The tall woman's arms slid around her waist, and held her up while the searing kiss continued. Emily felt as if she were floating; her body was tingling and her pussy was on fire. Emotions, sexual frustration, long repressed needs, all burst out at once and she was powerless to fight the maelstrom within her mind. Without breaking the kiss, Dee stood erect and lifted Emily off her feet. Emily's arms immediately slipped over her shoulders, and her legs wrapped around the biker's waist, to help support her weight. Holding her up, never breaking the kiss for the whole time, the tall woman carried her to the bed and gently put her back on her feet. Once settled, she broke the kiss, and her mouth moved back to Emily's neck. Dee's hands slowly drew her skirt up until Emily could feel the cool air on her naked cheeks. At the first contact of Dee's hand on her skin, Emily's whole body convulsed. Her shaky knees gave way and she slowly slid down onto the bed with an audible moan. "You all right girl?" Dee asked. "I... I... I'm not sure," Emily stammered. Dee chuckled and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She wore no bra and her small breasts bounced as the tossed the shirt aside. The aureoles were surprisingly light colored and her tiny nipples were hard. Emily blushed when she realized she was staring at another woman's breasts with such fascination. Dee seemed not to notice, or mind, and knelt on the floor. She ran her hands up Emily's legs, stopping to trace along each of the straps that held the leather chaps in place, pushing her skirt up around her waist, slowly approaching the vee of her legs. Dee's hands were warm, and her touch was extremely soft and tender. It was obvious to Emily that the woman enjoyed what she was doing, and the increased pounding of the blood in her temples was a clear sign that she was reveling in it as well. When Dee's long fingers touched the edge of her panties, Emily felt the blood rush to her center. A strong spasm deep in her pussy caused her to arch her back and she moaned loudly. Dee smiled, and slowly began to trace her hands back down Emily's legs. The tiny brunette groaned in frustration, and her hands moved, almost reflexively, to her own breasts. Dee stopped, and unhurriedly undid each of the buckles. As soon as one would come undone, the tall woman would gently kiss and lick the newly exposed skin. Inner thighs, backs of knees, calves, ankles, all got the attention of Dee's silken tongue. When the coed's sandals came off, Dee gently kissed the soles of her feet, and then sucked her big toe into her mouth. Emily moaned, and her hands involuntarily shot to her sides, clutching huge handfuls of the comforter. Dee's lips left her feet, and slowly worked their way back up her legs. By the time the biker reached her inner thighs, Emily was gasping like a fish out of water. Her panties were wet, and her whole body was shaking. Dee continued to push Emily's skirt up her body, baring her hips to the tall woman's hungry eyes. Her long fingers gently stroked the naked skin, and Emily whimpered. "Tell me something, girl, do you cum with your boyfriend?" Dee asked. "Sometimes," Emily hissed. Those fingers just stroking her skin were driving her crazy. She didn't want to be talking, she wanted to be fucking. "Ever cum more than once with him?" Dee asked. "No," Emily replied as she raised her hips, trying to make the contact firmer. "Like giving head?" the black woman asked, still teasing Emily's skin. "No, I hate it." "But you do it?" "Sometimes," Emily grunted, the teasing really starting get to her. "Swallow?" she asked, her fingers relentless on Emily's hips. "No," Emily hissed. "Like getting head?" "I never have," Emily moaned. Her body was on fire now, her need more demanding than anything she had ever experienced. "Just like a man," Dee said, and then she lowered her face and gently tongued the inside of Emily's thigh. She hooked her fingers into the panties and peeled them down Emily's long legs. Dee eyed Emily's thick pubes and got up. Without a word, she retrieved some things from her saddlebag and went to the bathroom. Emily was confused, and had propped herself up on her elbows, when Dee returned with a towel, a can of shaving cream, lotion, and a straight razor. Her leathers were undone, and Emily could see the front of Dee's boxers. "Gotta trim that forest, girl," she said by way of explanation. Emily couldn't care less what had to be done, as long as it got her to sex. She was dying for it now and quickly lifted her ass so Dee could place the towel under her. Emily giggled, as Dee rubbed the thick foam into her mound, the contact just heightening her need. And besides, it felt good. Once it was all worked in, Dee wiped her hands and took up the razor. "Spread your legs wide and hold real still, this is gonna feel wild, but if you start bucking I might accidentally cut you." Emily spread her legs and tried to relax. The cold kiss of the razor on her hot skin was a shock. Wherever it passed, her skin felt warm and tingly. She felt Dee gently scrape it over her skin, working slowly down her mound. Emily hadn't had her bikini area done yet, it was still a long time before it would be warm enough at home, and the motel where they were heading had no pool. She had assumed that was all Dee had in mind, but it was obvious from the feel of the cold razor that the black woman was denuding her whole bush. Emily briefly considered saying something, but she just didn't give a damn at this point, concentrating on holding still and only relaxing when she felt the razor leave her sensitive skin. She closed her eyes, and waited for its kiss to return. Dee pulled the razor away and wiped it clean on the corner of the towel. It was still a shock when it returned to her skin, but by keeping her eyes tightly closed and concentrating on relaxing, it wasn't that bad. In fact, by the time the blade was caressing her lips, it had passed into the realm of wildly exciting. Her hips were actually quivering when Dee finished and wiped her clean. Emily opened her eyes and let out a little gasp. Dee was smiling at her, but what really caught her attention was her pussy. Dee had indeed shaved her mound completely bald. She was almost mesmerized by how much more prominent her pussy looked. It almost stood out, now. Dee rubbed some of the oil in to sooth her skin, pulling Emily out of her enthrallment and causing her to moan. Dee's fingers were firm and strong, as they worked the oil into her soft, slightly abraded skin. Demanding, but gentle. Her pussy was aching for more, so the competing sensations only served to increase the awareness of the demands from her body. The tactile stimulation on her mound was strikingly acute, almost unbearably so. Dee seemed to be very intuitive, seemed to know exactly what she needed, so unlike her previous lovers. When Emily thought she would go insane, Dee suddenly lowered her head, and pressed her tongue between the puffy lips of Emily's pussy. The first contact was electric, and Emily gasped. Before she could recover, Dee found her erect clit and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue lashed the sensitive nub, as a long finger probed Emily's entrance. When that long finger slid deeply into her tight pussy, Emily felt herself spasm, and her inner muscles clamped down on the finger. She groaned, and felt her whole bottom come unglued. Her back arched and she moaned and tossed her head rapidly from side to side. Her inner muscles spasmed around the finger, relaxed, spasmed again. Her eyes shot open as Dee retracted her finger and, when she forced it back into Emily's tight channel, the small brunette felt her muscles contract violently. For the briefest moment, she felt like her body would be torn apart by the tension, and then her muscles relaxed, and her pussy exploded into pulses of raw pleasure. They ripped through her body, sending her nerves to the edge of screaming bliss in their intensity. Red waves hazed her vision, and her mind wallowed, adrift on the sea and totally at the mercy of those shattering waves. She tried to scream, but only a thin, keening squeal issued from her lips. As the intensity of the waves fell off to mere ripples she realized Dee's tongue was still feathering her clit. The sensation was strange, like velvet sandpaper. So wonderfully soft, but pushing her frayed nerve endings to the point where even pleasure was painful. "Oh... Oh... Oh," she moaned, and her hands released the rumpled comforter and shot to Dee's head. The woman's crew cut prevented Emily from gaining any kind of purchase, and Dee's neck muscles proved stronger than Emily's ineffectual tugs. Her hips were bucking wildly, and her back arched and relaxed. The pleasure coming from her pussy was exquisite, and she felt the tensing of muscles in her back that signaled an impending orgasm. "No!" Emily gasped as Dee's tongue moved into another gear and the constant fleeting contacts became unbearable. "Please," Emily pleaded, but her voice cracked and a shuddering groan eclipsed the words. Her muscles spasmed again, contracting all over her body, it seemed, and then another warm orgasmic explosion tore through her. She was no more prepared for this one than the one before, and as shivers of delight raced though her system, she screamed out in ecstasy. This time her mind was deluged with the intense sensations and, for a timeless period, she lost touch with reality, simply letting the waves carry her where they willed. She felt Dee's body on her own, and when the woman's lips pressed against hers, Emily kissed back hungrily. She could taste a musky flavor that she realized had to be from her own juices. Dee's small breasts rested on top of Emily's full ones, and she could feel the hard bullets of the black woman's nipples pressing into her. As the kiss continued and their tongues battled, Emily felt Dee's hand slide between their bodies. Her knees came up and raised her hips off Emily's. Dee's other hand was next to her head and the biker seemed to be holding her weight on that elbow. Something bumped against her still hypersensitive mound, something blunt and hard, and then settled at her entrance. Before Emily could assimilate the sensations, Dee's other hand moved to her side and the tall woman slowly shifted her weight from her upper body to her lower. Emily groaned as the hard object pushed tissue aside and slowly sank into her tight channel. It felt large and stretched her passage as it sank into her, but it also felt indescribably good. She threw her head back, and it was only when Dee's hips rested upon her own again that Emily was able to raise her head and look between their bodies. Emily's first thought was that Dee was a transsexual, which would have been very disconcerting if her mind hadn't been so fuzzy. She was certainly big and strong enough, Emily thought. When her eyes focused, though, she realized that wasn't the case. Dee still wore her boxers, but they were pushed down at the front. A wide band circled her hips and, from it, a thick dildo was suspended. "Oh!" Emily blurted out as the situation became clear to her. Her inner muscles were clenching and relaxing, gently squeezing the latex cock, and her body was so sensitized she just threw her head back again and closed her eyes. "You like, baby?" Dee whispered, before nuzzling Emily's neck. "It's... Oh!... big..." Emily hissed, as Dee moved her hips slightly and the dildo slipped deeper into her slick channel. "Not really," Dee chuckled. She raised her hips and lowered them again, slowly. Emily's head came up sharply, and her arms shot to Dee's biceps. Holding onto them, she watched the juncture of their thighs, as Dee raised her hips again. The dildo was big, but not menacingly so. It was black and now it glistened in the harsh light from the lamp, totally coated in her juices. Dee let her hips fall and Emily watched, mesmerized, as it disappeared into her. Dee moved her legs up, spreading them, forcing Emily's up and back with her knees. This time, when she withdrew, she drove back in with a circular motion of her hips. "Ohmigod!" Emily blurted out as her fingernails dug into Dee's soft skin. It was the last coherent sound she made for a long time. Dee began to fuck her with long, deep strokes. The rolling motion of her hips made sure the cock continued to touch Emily from different angles, and the effect was to make her feel like it was much larger than it was. Large or small, it hardly mattered to the coed. Her eyes were tightly shut, and little barks of pleasure escaped her lips every time Dee drove down. Something inside her was building and, without warning, it broke ferociously upon her. Pleasure so powerful it blotted everything from her mind. She was reduced to a mewling, howling, wiggling wild thing, arching her back, and humping her hips upward to meet each thrust. Each stroke produced sparks of pleasure, each withdrawal a desperate need to be filled again. The intensity was outside anything in her experience. Even in the throes of passion with Keith, there was a part of her walled off from him. It felt good, of course, but there was never anything remotely like this burning need. Now, she was totally open, totally exposed, all the inner walls shaken down by the massive bursts of pleasure. She didn't just want Dee to keep it up, she needed it, had to have it, in the same way an addict had to have their fix. Dee seemed to be happy to give her what she needed and, in no time, a soul-blasting orgasm blotted her consciousness from the world. Ride on the Wild Side "But which do you prefer?" "Never really thought about it. Never had a girl who really gave a damn about how I felt. Why do you ask?" "I do," Emily replied in a small voice. Dee was quiet for a long time, so long Emily wondered if she had said something wrong. "You're a real sweetheart," she said at last. "The kinda girl I can only dream about having. If you're really interested in what gets me off and you aren't in too much of a hurry to get to Nawlins, we can stop for the day in Birmingham." "I... I think I'd like that," Emily said, blushing furiously and hugging Dee tightly. "Tell me about yourself," Dee said. "There isn't much to tell really, I'm kinda boring." "Tell me anyway. Even if you don't think it's interesting, it is to me. I'm on the road most of the time. I love riding, but it gets lonely sometimes." Emily shrugged and started to talk. She wasn't sure what Dee wanted, but, after a while, she came to feel it didn't matter what she said. That wasn't to say Dee wasn't interested in her; she knew instinctively that the big biker was, but Emily just had the gut feeling that Dee was lonely and hearing another voice was as important as what that voice might be saying. So she talked, long into the night, telling the big woman her whole life story and a lot more about her hopes and dreams than she had ever told anyone before. The long night passed slowly as the miles rolled by, and Emily kept talking, perhaps as much for herself as for her companion, by the end of the road. Ride on the Wild Side "You all right, lady?" the old man said as he helped Emily to her feet. "I think so," she replied hesitantly. She knew she would have a nasty bruise under her eye, but otherwise she was all right "Need a ride home?" he asked. Emily pulled her cell phone out of her purse, but frowned when the no signal light came on. "No, I just need to get to a phone. I came down here with him and don't have a ride back to Syracuse." "Got someone you can call?" "Yes." The old man reached into his pocket and brought out a handful of quarters. He put them in Emily's hand and pointed toward the back. "Payphone's by the ladies' room." "Thank you," Emily said, impulsively hugging the man. He smiled awkwardly and patted her hand. After she let go of him, he turned back to Keith. "You so much as look crossways at her, boy, and you'll wish your Yankee ass was back in Noo-Yark," the old fellow said as he and his friends sat back down. Emily made her way back to the bathrooms and found a dilapidated payphone. She put three quarters in and dialed the number on the back of the card Dee had given her. It rang three times before someone picked up. "Yeah?" an unfamiliar voice said. "Umm..." "Spit it out," the voice replied impatiently when Emily hesitated. "I'm looking for Dee," she managed. "No shit? I thought you were looking for the President of the United States. 'Course you're looking for Dee, this is her cell, but who the fuck are you and why do you want to talk to her?" "I'm Emily... and she told me to call if..." "Hang on," the voice interrupted. The woman must have held the phone away from her mouth, but Emily distinctly heard her when she called out. "Hey, Dee, some bitch named Emily, should I hang up on her?" After a few seconds, Dee's voice came over the line. "Hey, kiddo, what's up?" "Who was that?" "Oh, Hetty?" Dee said with a chuckle. "She's one of the girls, hates phones. She can be a real bitch sometimes, but she's got a heart of gold. So, what's up? Why ya callin?" "Keith hit me, tonight. He's drunk and abusive. I don't have anywhere to stay and no ride home. I didn't have anyone else to call." "Hit you? Like slapped you?" Dee said, her voice taking on a hard edge. "No, he punched me." "Where are you?" the biker replied, her voice like ice. "Johnny K's, in the quarter," Emily said. "Do you know your way around?" "No, I can't even get back to the motel, we took a cab," she replied. "Listen, I'm on my way. You just stay put and I'll meet you," Dee said. "I can't stay here, Dee. Some nice man stopped him from hurting me, but Keith and them are still here and I don't feel safe." "All right girl, you got a pen and paper handy?" A few seconds later, once Emily had found them in her small bag, Dee gave her directions to Jackson Square. "It's late and kinda dangerous to be out walking alone, you be careful," was the last thing Dee said before she hung up. Emily made her way across the bar and out the front door. She noticed Keith and her friends were gone, but couldn't waste time. She just had to get out of that place. As she walked away from the crowds on Bourbon, the streets became emptier and quieter. A couple of times she thought she heard footsteps behind her, but when she turned there was nothing. She was actually within sight of the tall steeple of the old cathedral when she heard a rush of feet and was slammed hard to the pavement. A hand over her mouth muffled her scream and she only got a glimpse of Keith's rage-contorted face, before she was dragged through an alley and into a deserted parking lot. Rachel and Donna were there, terrified and helpless, and Burt and the Goat were both leering at her. "Gimme a hand with the bitch," Keith hissed as Emily cleared the cobwebs from her head and began to struggle. Emily got part of Keith's hand in her mouth and bit down until she tasted blood. He cursed and jerked his hand away. Emily only got a partial call for help out before Burt delivered a brutal backhanded slap that made her see stars. She was only vaguely aware of Goat ripping her halter off and could do little to stop him from starting on her jeans, because Keith still held her arms pinioned behind her back. "Think you're gonna embarrass me and then just walk away scot free, bitch? Do ya? Think you can tell people I'm no good in bed? I'm gonna fuck you like the slut you are," He screamed. "Then I'm gonna let the guys have a turn, and then you can suck your way back to school, you cunt. There's gonna be some changes with us. No fucking bitch walks out on me!" His voice was so shrill it covered the noise of the nearly idling motor that was approaching from the direction of Jackson Square. Suddenly a single harsh light came on and illuminated them all. A soft, feminine chuckle echoed, as the darkened figure put the kickstand down and dismounted from the motorcycle. "What's so funny, bitch?" Keith shouted. Emily could see his face now, could read in his wild eyes that he had been hitting the amphetamines. "You three limp-dicked white boys thinking you got a prayer of pleasing a woman like that," the figure replied. Emily groaned when she recognized Dee's voice. "Get on your fucking bike and scram, unless you want to join her," Keith snarled. "Oh, I'm going to join her all right, in my bed. I'm only going to say it once, you little piece of shit, get your hands off my bitch," Dee said, her voice going from amused too deadly serious in the space of that one sentence. "Your bitch?" Keith said quizzically, and then turned his face back to his captive. "So that's it? You been eating pussy on the way down here? Hell, fucking you will be doing you a favor," he laughed, joined by Goat and Burt. "Why don't you two go take care of her friend," he continued. "There'll be plenty left here when I'm done." Burt and Goat started towards Dee, and Emily struggled to get free. More than anything, she didn't want the tall woman hurt. "Always wanted to try some dark meat," Burt said as he cracked his knuckles. Goat giggled hysterically and moved in on Dee. The tall black woman was still laughing quietly to herself, but stopped when the two men got close. Burt and Goat were almost on her when she exploded into action. One second she was standing there, calm and quiet. The next she was a whirling dervish, lashing out with a two-foot long section of bike chain she had been concealing under her jacket. Burt screamed the most horrible scream Emily had ever heard when the whirling chain caught him across the face and laid his cheek open to the bone. A well-placed kick to Goat's privates tore a high-pitched screech out of him. The lashing chain caught him across the nose, and a fountain of blood went up in the stark illumination of the headlight. Just like that, the Goat was out of it. Dee turned her fury on Burt, then, and the chain landed again and again. Emily heard ribs crack and bones break and, in a few short seconds, the big man was a bleeding ball on the ground, curled up in a fetal position, and whimpering pitifully. Emily realized that Dee must have seen him slap her, and if she hadn't been so worried about herself, she might have felt pity for him when Dee began to kick him viciously with her heavy boots. There was a terrible sound, as one of her kicks broke more ribs, and then Dee stopped. She turned to Keith and chuckled again. It was a strange laugh, outwardly almost amused, but Emily could sense the rage it was hiding. "Amateurs. My first bitch could have taken all three of you and she was a pure-dee bit of fluff." Keith was still holding Emily's arms behind her, but his breathing was ragged and she realized he was actually scared. She could smell the alcohol and sweat, but mostly, she could smell his fear, and it sickened her. "I believe I already told you once, boy-bitch, get your hands off my woman." Keith released her arms and Emily ran to Dee. The tall woman's arm went around her waist and held her close. Keith took the opportunity to turn and run the other way. Dee made no move to stop him, now she had her girl, and dropped the bloody chain. "You all right, baby?" Dee asked, her voice suddenly soft and concerned. Emily just started to sob. She was embarrassed by her tears, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't tell if the sobs were relief, gratitude, or fear, and it didn't really matter. With Dee's strong arm around her, she felt safe; she knew that nothing could hurt her now. Dee whispered endearments to her ear as she guided the smaller girl over to her bike. She picked Emily up and sat her on the seat, and then she opened her saddlebag to retrieve a small military-style first-aid kit. The big woman removed her heavy jacket and helped Emily into it, partially zipping the front to cover her bare chest. She then cleaned up the cuts with a tenderness that was touching. Emily was racked by sobs and shaking. Dee pulled out a syringe and deftly injected something into her arm. When she was done, she put the first-aid kit away, pulled out the pink helmet, and helped Emily put it on, before mounting up and driving away, the last thing Emily saw was Rachel and Donna, kneeling over their boyfriends. Dee said little during that ride, and Emily was grateful for the silence. Her heartbeat finally slowed, and the last of her tears fell. By the time Dee pulled up in front of a big building with graffiti all over, Emily was feeling very drowsy. Dee picked her up in her arms and carried her through the front door. She saw a lot of women, some in leathers, and others in little bits of nothing. Some were playing pool and others were sitting around a bong surrounded by a wreath of smoke. A radio was blasting, but she didn't hear what it was playing. All the images were disjointed; her vision seemed fuzzy, soft around the edges, like a love scene on TV. Dee didn't slow down to let her take stock of the place, but carried her upstairs and to a small room, where she gently placed Emily on a king-sized bed. "What did you give me?" Emily mumbled as she slumped over on her side. "Just relax, baby, it's nothing bad. Just a strong sedative to let you rest," Dee said as she pulled Emily back up and helped her out of the jacket. The big woman removed Emily's jeans and shoes next. She pulled the covers back and then tucked Emily in with almost motherly care. "Don't leave me," Emily murmured when the tall biker turned towards the door. Dee nodded and quickly stripped before lying down beside Emily. The small girl noticed in her haze that Dee also removed the harness. It was the first time she had ever seen the lean biker without it. "It's all right, baby, just got to sleep. Momma's right here," Dee whispered, her arm protectively wrapped over Emily's waist.