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Vance
Vance soon got used to living with Teresa and his new lifestyle. It was so natural, getting up every morning with Teresa by his side, making breakfast for both of them and then heading to work, that Vance wondered how he had ever been able to live any other way.
He had arranged to work at the carpenter’s workshop in the mornings, and in the afternoon, he would head over to his new motorcycle club, the Red Butterfly, for a couple of hours. The club had nothing to do with the Grim Rebels, nor any other club he had been in previously. They were all motorcycle lovers, and their favorite activity was to summon rallies and drive around the city to show off – something that they usually did every Sunday.
But it was more than that: many of the rallies were summoned to earn funds that they would give to a local charity. Every time they would pick a different one, and thus help the community improve their services, their health care, and the state of the buildings and tools destined for the impaired.
After two months with them, Vance had already taken part in three different rallies where they raised money to give to the local high school, so they could build a better gymnasium, to an orphanage, to improve their facilities, and to a local pet shelter, so they could buy more items and vaccines for the animals that they were taking care of.
That day Vance left home – he always had lunch with Teresa – and headed to the club, thinking about an idea that Tess had given him.
“Hi, Vance!” Cathy said, one of the eldest members of the club. She was around sixty years old, but Vance was impressed by her energy and vitality: she was always the first to volunteer for any activity, and her riding skills were amazing.
“Cathy, you look as lovely as ever,” he replied, winking. Cathy laughed and punched him in the arm playfully. They got along really well; in fact, Vance had discovered that he got along with every member, something that had definitely not been the case in the Grim Rebels, where everyone did their own thing, not really caring for one another.
Vance approached the club president, Will Marlowe, and greeted him warmly before sharing his ideas with him. Will was a middle-aged guy with a long beard that was starting to turn white and blue eyes that always sparkled with joy.
“Vance! What can I do for you today?” he asked. Will was working on the engine of his motorbike, a beautiful red Marauder, and cleaned his greasy hands before shaking Vance’s.
“I have been thinking about our next rally. My wife has told me that the charity kitchen she volunteers in, the Silver Spoons for Charity, is short on funds and I thought that we could rally for them. It is a really nice place – in fact, I met Teresa when I started volunteering there – and they do a great job for the community.” His voice trailed off.
Will smiled widely at him. “Of course! That’s a great idea. And will your wife finally be joining us?”
Vance had told him that Tess would join the motorcycle club eventually, but she had been too busy with the volunteering job, her job at the pub, and a new occupation: she had gone back to school to start her associate’s degree. It was something she had always wanted to do but never had time or energy for, and when Vance found out, he did not stop pestering her until she agreed to take afternoon classes at the school so she could finish.
“I think that for this one she will. She has been very busy lately, but this weekend she doesn’t have to work, and she’s dying to ride again,” Vance answered truthfully. He had not told Teresa about his idea of riding for the Silver Spoons for Charity, but he knew she would love it and he wanted to surprise her.
He left Will with the details and started working on his own bike: that day he wanted to check on the brakes, so he dived into the work until evening.
When he left for home, it was almost time for dinner. Teresa would be there in an hour, so he had enough time to wash the grease off his body and prepare something to eat. He was lost in his cooking when the door opened, and Teresa popped behind him, hugging him around the waist and placing a small kiss on his neck.
“That smells delicious!”
Vance turned his head around to kiss her briefly on the lips before turning his attention back to his chicken curry. He stirred the pan a couple more times before finally turning off the fire.
“I hope it tastes as good as it smells.” He smiled. “How was your day?”
Teresa was laying the table while he served the dishes and pouted at the question.
“Too hard,” she stated with a sigh. “Today I had chemistry, and I have to tell you: it is not my area of expertise. Maths or Literature, I can do that! But chemistry?” She pouted again, and Vance laughed at her childish attitude.
“I may be able to help you!” he said. “Chemistry was one of my favorite subjects. This Saturday we will look at your notes, okay?”
Teresa kissed him with gratitude, and they sat at the table. The chicken curry with rice was really good, and judging by Tess’s face she was really enjoying it.
“By the way, do you have plans for this Sunday?” he asked playfully. Teresa looked at him with one eyebrow raised and shook her head. “Then, would you like to come with me to a Red Butterfly rally? We are going to raise funds for... the Silver Spoons for Charity!”
Teresa gasped in surprise.
“Really?” She dropped her fork on the plate.
“Yes. I was thinking about what you told me, that they had been struggling lately, so I went to the club president with the idea of raising funds for them and he agreed on the spot,” he told her, rubbing the back of his head. Teresa was looking at him so intensely that he felt slightly embarrassed. “I didn’t tell you anything before about my idea because I wanted it to be a surprise, and I wasn’t sure if Will would go for it. Was it a good surprise?”
Teresa sprang to her feet and closed the distance between them before crashing her mouth with his. Her kiss tasted like spicy curry and mint.
“I will take that as a yes,” Vance muttered when they parted. Teresa grinned at him and sat on his lap. “And will you ride with us?”
Tess thought for a moment before answering, “Yes. I think I’m ready.” She smiled. “I have been postponing it for some time,” she confessed. Vance was surprised: he thought she wanted to ride again.
“Don’t get me wrong; I want to ride again,” she said, reading his thoughts like an open book. “But every time I went to the garage and tried to turn my baby on, something stopped me. I don’t know what it was. Maybe it’s the memories of my father or maybe from the accident. But I think I’m ready now,” she finished with confidence. Vance wrapped his arms around her and kissed the line between her neck and her shoulder.
“I will be by your side the entire ride, and if you want to stop at any point we can,” he reassured her.
Teresa rested her head against his forehead, looking him in the eyes, and he got lost in hers. He felt so grateful that she loved him and that she had been able to forgive him. He knew that he would do anything to protect what they had.
Vance kissed her, brushing her lips lightly with his tongue at first, sending shivers down her spine that he felt in their embrace. Teresa parted her lips and made room for his tongue to play with her mouth.
Vance tightened the embrace, feeling her body tensing and trembling because of him, and his manhood woke up, pressing against Teresa’s leg. His hands slid over her body and arms until he reached her hands, and entwined his fingers with hers. The kiss broke and both exhaled ragged puffs of air.
Vance’s lips found her jaw, and he drew a line of caresses from her jawline to the side of her neck until he found her ear, her lobe, and that sweet spot that always made her moan. He gently bit her earlobe, and Teresa moaned quietly against him. The sound sent a bolt of heat to the hardness of his cock, which was still pressed again against Teresa’s leg.
She was sitting on top of him, and the pressure of her tender butt and her thighs was driving him crazy – especially when she noticed his boner and moved slightly but enough to rub her body against his crotch, sending waves of pleasure to the rest of his body. He grunted in her ear and bit her neck just a tad harder, enough to leave a red mark that would take a day or so to disappear.
With a swift movement, Vance turned Teresa around, so she was sitting with her back to him. His right hand traveled up her arm to her shoulder and went down her side until he grabbed her hip. His left hand ran over her other side until he found her breast. He massaged it a bit, carried away by the desire of making Teresa his again.
She moved again and pressed her firm butt against his crotch, trapped by his jeans, wishing to be free. Vance grunted again into her neck, and his hand squeezed her breast harder, pinching her already hard nipple. His other hand traveled from her hip to her thigh. He was so glad she was wearing a loose dress that night...
His hand got lost under the fabric, pulling it up as he made his way over her soft thighs to her creamy groins. Teresa opened her legs a bit more and rested her back against his chest, arching a little due to the pleasure he was making her feel. Vance brushed his fingers against the soft fabric of her underwear, and he was delighted to find it already wet.
He caressed her sex over the underwear, while his other hand fondled her breast. Teresa tilted her head back, placing it on his shoulder, making room for him to kiss her neck and ear while she moaned and twisted at his touch. It was the most erotic view he had ever seen, and he rubbed his manhood against her butt at the same time one of his fingers got its way under her panties.
Teresa gasped when she felt his finger caressing her wet clit. “Oh, God!” She opened her legs a bit more.
Vance’s finger went up and down her sex, touching her outer lips and then her clit again. He traveled to her entrance, teasing her for a moment with his fingertip before pulling the fabric aside and making room for two fingers. He caressed her sex without entering her. Her clit was hard, and she was so wet, and when he put two fingers inside of her, Teresa twisted and moaned louder, arching her back under his touch.
His other hand found its way to the side of the dress and pulled the bra slightly down, enough to free her breast from its prison. He pinched her nipple and then reached for the other breast, as his fingers plunged deeper inside her every time. Vance loved fingering her and driving her crazy just with a touch of his hand, but he wanted to fuck her. He wanted her to scream his name and reach orgasm with his cock inside of her, so he pulled his fingers out and she complained with a strangled noise.
“Vance, fuck, don’t stop!” Vance did not answer. With a swift movement, he moved Teresa a bit to sit her on his knees and was able to unzip his pants and free his cock. Knowing what he wanted, she opened her legs and sat back on his lap, brushing his cock with her hands, guiding it inside of her.
His cock found its way to her entrance and Teresa moaned as she felt it going in. Vance grunted in her ear, his hand abandoning her breast and grabbing her hips strongly. She was so wet and tight he thought he would come immediately, but he managed to hold on.
Teresa started moving up and down his shaft, and he helped her move with one hand on her hip while the other went back to her entrance. His fingers rubbed her clit as she rode him and made her cry with pleasure.
He worked on her swiftly, driven by a powerful desire to make her come while he was inside of her – and judging by her strangled noises and the pressure on his cock, she was very close to her climax. Vance started moving his hips to the rhythm she had imposed, reaching deeper while his fingers sent electrifying sensations through her whole body.
“Vance, I’m coming, I’m almost there! Oh yes, yes, yes!”
When he felt the rush of heat run through her body, he let go of himself. He grabbed her hips with both hands and with two more deeper, more haphazard jerks, he came, filling her completely. Teresa stopped moving and rested against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, his member still inside of her.
“You sure want me to ride, huh?” she joked after a moment of silence, trying to regain her breath. Vance chuckled and kissed her neck.
“I love you. You know that, right?” he said in a whisper, as if wanting to leave that information just between the two of them in the emptiness of their house.
“I do. And I love you, too,” she whispered back.
That night, when Teresa got ready and headed off to work, Vance laid in bed reading one of her thriller novels and knew this was what happiness felt like.