Lessons for Laura Read Free

evening.
Before I could respond she hung up. I held the phone to my ear listening to the
dial tone.
    What is drawing me to this woman? What has she got I seem
to crave?
     
    Lesson Two
     
    Tall and striking, she stood casually against the far wall
talking to the pretty blonde in the smoky dim bar. Their eyes and smiles
flashed signals of attraction. Watching them through the large mirror behind
the bar almost excited me. At the same time, I wanted to walk over there and
take back what was mine.
    Mine? Was she mine? Was I falling too fast and allowing her
to take more of me than I was ready to give? My legs crossed tightly, holding
the moisture that built. The short dress was my only barrier between the public
bar stool and my steaming desire for her touch.
    I should be angry and jealous. I shouldn’t let her play
with me like this.
    Her attention suddenly diverted from her companion to me.
Pride swelled inside and I puffed with new confidence as I turned on the stool to
acknowledge her gaze. When she had my full undivided attention, she turned back
to the eager slut she was using to torment me. I flashed a confident smile at
them and took another sip of my drink.
    Her voice blew into my ear from behind. “Right on time.”
    I tried to turn toward her, but she held me so that I faced
only her reflection in the mirror. The firm hand slid under my dress and forced
my legs open under the concealment of the bar countertop. Fingers pressed into
the warm depths of my surrender. She pushed deeper inside me. A flush covered
my face as the bartender smiled a knowing glance my way.
    “Oh, yeah, you don’t need me for this. You seem to be
perfectly capable of doing it yourself.”
    She stared deep into my eyes in the mirror while her wet
hand slid down the inside of my thigh and squeezed.
    “Wait here while I finish my game with the young lady.” She
walked back over to the blonde still waiting for her at the pool table.
    I turned to watch her “game.” Knowing the woman didn’t stand
a chance of leaving with her was not a suitable comfort for the jealous twinges
I felt watching them touch and laugh and flirt. At the same time I worried I
may have made a big mistake by allowing myself to be drawn into her game.
    What is keeping my ass on this stool?
    She glanced at me from time to time, I think to make sure I
was still watching. The full gamut of emotions drove me a bit crazy. The last
straw was when she smacked the tight little ass with her open hand, causing the
blonde to squeal in delight. A vast difference from my tears and betrayal of the
previous evening. This finally drove me to my instinctive escape plan.
    Just as I finished paying the bartender, she was behind me
again. “Let’s go.”
    Flames inside me grew as she took me by the waist and led me
out the door, past the poor little loser of her cruel game played for my
benefit, not hers.
    The night air was dense and heady. It was a long city block
to the parking lot where my car sat at the far end, while her Harley was one of
the first parked in the row. She climbed on and held it upright for me.
    “Get on. Well pick up your car tomorrow.”
    “I can’t ride in this dress.”
    “Sure you can.” She waited.
    Standing there trying to decide if I was going to challenge
her or just get on the bike drew the look that encouraged my decision to
challenge. I turned and walked toward my car.
    She started the loud roaring engine and pulled past me. She
pulled across my car, blocking the driver’s side door, and waited again. Once I
arrived she held her hand out to me.
    “Get on, Laura. Please don’t make me ask you again.”
    I scanned the parking lot for onlookers. I would be exposing
more than a little leg when I mounted the large leather seat behind her. I
placed my hand in hers, pulled my skirt up to the top of my right thigh, and
stepped up onto the peg. She reached back to pull my hips in to her. Sliding
her right hand up my dress, she squeezed my ass, causing my