Page 2 of Chucky’s Pride

Friday Night

Right at 7pm there is a knock on the door. I open it to see Chucky standing there with those amazing blue eyes I have thought about a hundred times the last two days. He hands me a simple black helmet and I look behind him in the driveway to see that he came to pick me up on his Harley. It’s a good thing that I decided on jeans tonight instead of a skirt.

“Ready to go, beautiful?” he asks with a smirk as he sees me eyeing him like he’s the last piece of candy on Earth.

I smile as I walk out the door, closing it behind me. “As ready as you are, handsome.” I reply as I put the helmet on.

Noticing that I am having minor issues getting the strap right on it, he takes over the task himself staring me in the eye the whole time. Just looking at me like that is making my nipples pucker up and scream for attention. I am not yet sure that I like the fact that this man can have that kind of effect on me just from looking at me.

Our night started a little rocky. At the first bar to begin, another man who was drunk wanted to be stupid and cop a feel of my ass as I walked past.

I thought Chucky was going to break his arm. I’ve never had anyone to take care of me like that before. I always take care of myself over the years. When my body grew into that of a woman’s, I noticed how the looks from boys and grown men changed with it.

Eventually, though, we went to several bars for drinks and danced the night away. It was the most fun I’ve ever had on a date. Most men just talk about themselves or pretend to listen to what you say. Chucky seemed very interested in the bigger plans I have for my life.

It’s just after 1am when we pull back into the driveway. I can tell no one else is home yet. My mother and my aunt like to party as if they were still my age. I don’t think less of them for it. They had kids at a pretty young age so now that their children are older, I guess they are having the fun they missed out on.

“Want to sit over here by the trampoline and talk for a bit?” I ask as I grab his hand and hope he comes along.

Of course, the first thing I ask is about the patch on the back of his leather jacket.

“I’m a member of the Night Howler’s MC out of New Orleans. I’m staying with our main chapter over in Fulton for a bit. They needed help with a little something.”

“Oh, sounds exciting. Nothing really illegal, I hope.” I flash him a small smile.

“What do you consider as really illegal?” he asks while staring at me with a heat I know is reflected in my own.

“Your mouth not touching mine.” I whisper just as he leans in and does just that and it feels like he sets my entire body on fire.

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