Beauty And The Biker - Sex Stories

Beauty And The Biker

... whole fucking life. I don't know how she did it, but she had me in love with her from that first day. What pisses me off is I thought she felt the same way. Everything we did, we did together. We knew it would be hard once she went back to school but we knew we'd make it work. Or at least that's what I thought at the time. Everything changed two weeks before school started. She came over one night, unannounced, and told me she was breaking things off. She wanted to see other people. She told me she was too young to settle down with a guy her age, let alone with a guy who was so much older than she was. Her parents were insisting on it, even though they seemed more than happy to see her out with me so often before. She didn't give me a chance to plead for her to stay. She said what she had to say and left. When I tried to stop her, she whirled around and simply told me to let her go. Who was I to stop her? Was I foolish enough to think it was going to last forever? Did I even want her forever? I knew I fucking loved her, but was she really the one? I let her go and drank myself stupid for weeks. I drowned my sorrows and loss in alcohol, hoping to forget about her. Nothing worked. Even the Jackals saw a difference in me. They all knew I hooked up with her, but now all they said was for me to forget about her. She was a no good prissy bitch. All of them said it, all except for one of the Jackal's old ladies. She came to talk to me at the bar one night. Over a cold beer, she ...

... told me straight out to snap the fuck out of it. Drinking myself numb wasn't going to work. It was time to either man up and go after her or move the fuck on. I went home drunk and tired, but what she had said kept repeating in my mind. Could I really let Holly go and move on? The next morning I woke up and decided to stay sober. I began putting my life back together, trying to be a better person. One worthy of Holly's heart. Right then, I decided I was going to win her back. A few weeks passed. It was early evening and I was at the bar. Even though I wasn't drinking, I still hung out there. It was a second home to me, or at least more of a home than any other I ever had. Then, of all people, Pan Head came over and sat down across the table from me. He looked mean and serious as ever. But he also seemed concerned, and that was a side of that son of a bitch I'd never seen before. “Look, I'm only saying this because I know you are having a hard time with it and I think this might help,” he said, trying not to make direct eye contact with me. “My kid, you know, Luke, the only smart one of the bunch. Well he's going to the same school as Holly and she's dating someone new. Well, not so new, they been together more than a month. Luke only knows because he and the guy are on the same team.” I tried to soak in the information, but it wasn't sticking. I heard bits and pieces about a frat party and how it was supposed to be one of the biggest events of the year. It just didn't seem real, ...