Biker's Virgin

Don wasn't sitting up at the bar when I scanned it to find him later that night. It was a divey spot in town that a lot of students and young professionals liked for the affordable booze. I checked the booths. When I spotted Don, he was waving me over. Next to him with her hand draped over his arm was a smiling brunette.

I almost didn't want to walk up, but I couldn't just not go now that he had seen me. This was how he was, and I let him do his thing. I just wasn't looking forward to trying to talk around another person, especially one who wasn't going to be interested in what I wanted to say and was just going to distract Don, anyway. I walked over, slowly.

"About time you showed up," he said.

"Doesn't look like you even need me," I said. The girl giggled. She was cute, a lot of makeup and big tits bursting out of her top.

"Gina kept me company while I waited for your slow ass," he said. Gina smiled and said hi to me.

"You're the football player," she said. It might have just been me, but she sounded a little impressed.

"I used to be," I said, sliding into the booth across from them.

"Don said you're going pro," she reported. There was an empty martini glass on the table in front of her. I was hoping she wasn't thirsty, and that Don wouldn't offer her another one.

"That's the plan," I said vaguely.

"My friend Kayleigh loves football," she said. Football players. Her friend Kayleigh loved football players, I thought.

"How about your next round's on me," Don said to her. I watched him pull out two twenties and handed them to her. Wow, I thought. I had to give it to him, right or wrong, he took his womanizing seriously. He wasn't leaving here alone, that was for damn sure. She took the money, giggling. He leaned in to kiss her, long and deep – the kind of kiss that made you want to look away.

She slid out of the booth, saying she'd see him later. I watched her walk away and join two other girls at the bar. They all looked over, smiling, probably glad they were covered for their next round of fruity cocktails. I didn't know which one was Kayleigh and wasn't that interested in finding out.

"Cosmetology school. Used to do cheer," he said.

"Huh?"

"Gina," he clarified. "Just broke up with her boyfriend. Her friends brought her out thinking she needed a good time."

"And, you're going to give it to her," I said flatly.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't help out a woman in need?" he asked, smirking. When we were just getting to know each other, I had thought the cocky thing was an act he put on. It wasn't. He really did think he was God's gift to women. Because he did, they thought so, too.

"You're doing the Lord’s work, Don," I said wryly.

"So what's going on?" he asked. I paused as he asked a passing waitress for a couple beers and two shots.

"Nothing much."

"After Afghanistan? I'd be making up for lost time."

"That means something a little different when I'm doing it, Don," I said, laughing.

"How's it look with football?"

"Called my old coach. He said he and I could talk when summer session starts."

"That's good. That was what you wanted, right?"

"That depends on what he ends up telling me." I was confident in my skill, but I knew how much of getting into the league was politics and luck. I also knew that this wasn't my only option. It wasn't unheard of for guys to work their way up the minors, and if that was the way I'd have to do it, then I would. I took a long drink of the beer that appeared in front of me.

"You’ll get it. I have a good feeling," he said philosophically.

"Somehow, I think football's going to be the easy part."

r /> "What's the hard part?" he asked. I looked at him pointedly. "Don't tell me it's her."

"Okay. I won't," I said, downing more beer. It was already half gone. I needed more. A lot more.