I was walking down the sidewalk and my ears were assaulted by an ungodly rumbling noise. A guy on a motorcycle flew past and then parked on the curb. He was lean, I bet he didn’t even lift. Real men had big muscles, he had some but he was still skinny looking. His arms were covered in tattoos *ugh* everyone knew that good, respectable men didn’t have tattoos, or at least girls with self respect, like me. He took his helmet off and he had a beard, another red flag. How’s he gonna get a job when he’s all scraggly looking? He pulled a comb out of his pocket and styled his matted hair, it had too much product in it. He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. This guy was so sad. His life must be pathetic he has to have death wish, smoking and riding that death trap everywhere. He was wearing a leather jacket with the sleeves ripped off, and there was some kind of foreign language on the back. He must have been some kind of outlaw.
“S’cuse me, Miss? Could you give me directions? I haven’t had time to check my map.” He asked, his voice was raspy. A lifetime of smoking taking its course, I suppose.
“You will not address me. I don’t talk to vagrants or drifters.” I said trying to walk past.
“Oh come on now I don’t be like that, I just need directions to Austin”. He asked after me. I could hear him puffing away on the cigarette.
“Did you try back the way you came!” I yelled.
“Hey I’m just a traveller in need of some help. You go to Baylor I bet? Where’s the Christian charity I’ve heard you’re so proud of!” He said a little louder, but not yelling.
“I’m gonna save it for someone who matters! Not some bum who’s throwing his life away.” I said looking back. He was gone.
I turned around and there he was looking me dead in the face. I screamed. He blew some kind of powder in my face. It was making me dizzy. Did he just drug me?
“I think you need an attitude adjustment about what it means to be nicer to your fellow man. I’ll change your mind. Like a roaring river against the rocks, I’ll wear you down and change your very shape, and all your rough edges will be made smooth.” He said. It was echoing in my head because of whatever that stuff was. What was this weirdo even talking about. I was getting sleepy
I woke up naked in some building. It looked like a loft apartment. That bastard biker must have kidnapped me! And now he expected me to be his sex slave or something! I had to get out of here. He walked by drinking a beer.
“Well, well. Look who finally woke up.” He said smiling at me.
“You bastard! Let me go right now!” I screamed. “And give me back my clothes!”
“Okay, little bird calm down. I’ll give you some clothes.” He said waving his hand.
All of a sudden I was wearing a skimpy tank top and some Jean shorts that barely covered anything. This was almost worse than being naked.
“No! I want MY clothes. Not this cheap slutwear!” I yelled at him.
“Relax.” He said. His voice was doing that echo thing again. I did relax...b-but not for him. Just so I could figure out a plan or something.
“Fine I will.” I calmly replied.
“You should give those clothes a chance. You might find you have an exhibitionist streak.” He chucked as he waved his fingers.
He was right. Showing off in these clothes did kinda feel good. I mean I’m hot, so what’s wrong with showing off a little?
“Now I think we need to reintroduce ourselves. You didn’t give me a fair chance before. I’m Lugh, and I think you’re gonna like me a lot more now.” His voice boomed in my head again.
He was right. I was just being a bitch earlier. Seeing him now I was totally wrong. His tattoos and beard, were actually kinda hot, he had a rakish charm, that was oddly doing it for me. Also his scent was sexy. Leather and tobacco, it was just so...manly. Jeez, why was I ever attracted to the boring ‘roided out frat bro types before? This guy was waaaay sexier. He saw me admiring him, and winked at me while he lit a smoke.
A giggle escaped my lips. I blushed and put my hand over my mouth. I was like totally embarrassing myself in front of this cute biker dude.
“No need to be embarrassed, dollbody. I can tell you’re coming around to my charms.” He said leaning on a table.
“Well I mean...yeah you’re totally hot.” I said biting my lip. I need to scale it back. This guy probably doesn’t want some ditzy co-ed.
“Well, I like you too. I’ve got a thing for ditzy sorority girl types with big tits and slender waists.” He said. His voice is so deep. I just gets in my head and makes soak my panties, or it would if I was wearing any *giggle*
I blushed again. I had the personality down, it’s just too bad that my tits weren’t bigger. He wants like, a huge rack and...woah...my chest feels funny. It feels heavy. What’s like, going on with me? Like ohmygawd! I looked in the mirror and my tits were massive now! The shirt Lugh gave was super tight! Hell yeah! I bet he would like, totally want me!
“You mean like these? *giggle*” I said bouncing on my heels to make my hawt new tits jiggle. He was like, totes staring at my chest! It was working! “I mean like, I think you could use a better look!” I said lifting my shirt and shaking my rack. His eyes were like, bulging out of his head, and something else was bulging too...mmmmm...if that outline in his jeans is anything to go off of, his dick was huge!
“I also like girls with a lot of....intimate knowledge.” He said, a devilish grin creeping across his face. He snapped his fingers and I felt a pop inside my head.
All of a sudden I couldn’t remember anything I had been studying for college. When I try all I can remember is like, sex stuff. Like I know how to pole dance now, and how to use my tongue just right when I’m like sucking a guy’s dick, which is weird because I’ve like ever had sex before. I was gonna like, save myself for marriage or whatever, but that sounds like something a prude would say, and Lugh, definitely doesn’t want a prude *giggle* so like, fuck that!
“Also I kinda have a thing for tattoos.” He said walking over to me. OMG! Why had I never thought of getting tattoos before? Like tats are soooo hawt! *giggle* I’m such a dumb cooze I swear! I could like feel my skin itching a little. *gasp* I like, have tattoos like all down the side of my body now!
I took off my clothes to look, and yeah I had some sick tribal tats all down my arms, side, and back. Lugh like, wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off me!
“I like, can’t wait anymore baby! Please take me for a ride. I want your cock like soooo bad!” I said jumping on his couch.
Living with Lugh has been like so awesome! We go on trips and stuff like all over on his motorcycle, which I totes love! The way it rumbles and vibrates is like a vibrator cranked to like, 100! We have so much fun going to concerts and camping, *giggle* sometimes when I feel like being naughty I’ll ride on the back of his bike like, completely naked! I jump his bones like, every time I have a chance, which is like, All. The. Time! For realz I love it when we’re at home and we get drunk and make out...mmmm...I mean just talking about how he fondles my tits when he goes down on me makes me want to cream! Being a free spirit is like, so much better being a stuck up rich-bitch college girl!
