I Seduced a Biker's Girlfriend, and There Was No Turning Back

It was already nightfall when we pulled into the open lot where the rally was being held. We like to arrive like that, with the engine growling and the headlights sweeping over the tents, making heads turn as we pass. The bike Marina and I share is a chrome beast that gleams even at night, and we know perfectly well the effect it has.

The second shock comes from her. Marina gets off slowly and circles the machine, pretending to check that everything is in order, when in reality the only thing she is checking is that everyone is looking at her. She is wearing a black leather jumpsuit that fits her like a second skin, and she has a body that looks like it came off a magazine cover. I’m not exaggerating: men stop what they’re doing and wait for her to take off her helmet, just to see whether the face lives up to the rest. They never feel disappointed.

Then the looks turn to me. Everyone is curious about the lucky one who has such a partner. The girls look too, weighing whether “he” really deserves her. And then I take off my helmet and the usual awkward silence falls.

I wear my hair very short, I have soft features, and a bearing that confuses people. They don’t know where to place me, and that ambiguity amuses me as much as it unsettles them. The question hangs in the air without anyone daring to voice it: a woman like Marina, with a girl like me?

I take advantage of those few seconds of confusion to look over the people there. Marina and I make a very particular couple, tailored to our own measure. She is free, comes and goes with whoever she feels like, men or women. It’s simpler for me: I only like women. And wherever we go, we help each other out, each of us looking for our own thing, dodging the ones who act like macho men and the ones who don’t fit the way we understand desire. Almost always we end up together, telling each other what we’ve learned.

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We left the bike next to a red sport model that turned out to belong to a couple, Bruno and Daniela. He was broad-shouldered, attractive, with that three-day stubble Marina likes so much. She had a slender body, wide hips, and straight hair tied back in a ponytail that gave her a youthful look.

When I looked at her straight on, I noticed one detail: because her thighs were slim and her hips broad, there was a two- or three-finger gap between the seam of the trouser legs. I admit I’m particular about those things. I like discovering women’s bodies, all different, all with their own charm, and storing each one in my memory like someone collecting something valuable.

I’m not trying to give a lesson in anatomy. I’m only saying I enjoy searching in each woman for that exact spot that makes her tremble, the trigger that sets off everything else. Some have it right on the surface and need almost nothing more; others need patience, skilled fingers, and time. I want to be an expert at finding it, and Marina helps me by looking for the right candidates.

Daniela was outgoing, the kind who makes friends in five minutes. That night the person she clicked with most was us. Bruno was going from tent to tent commenting on everyone else’s bikes and accepting everything he was offered to drink.

—Marina, listen —I said as soon as I got the chance—. I like Daniela. You have to help me with her. She’s a sweetheart, and look how well she handles her boyfriend.

—Done —she replied with that confidence of hers—. And I think Bruno won’t complain about the company tonight. He seems like a good guy.

***

Late at night, the camp began to go quiet. Most of us were sleeping in small tents; some, in converted vans. Bruno and Daniela had a roomy tent, and we had a low igloo tent in which we could barely fit.

—Daniela? We’re going to the bathrooms —Marina called from outside their tent—. Are you coming with us?

—Yes, I’m coming. Wait a second while I put on my boots —she answered without thinking.

The three of us spent a long while together, beer after beer. We got quite candid. I flirted with her carefully and she responded better than I expected. She still had doubts about what to do with Bruno, and that was where Marina came in to save the day. I like seducing girls like Daniela: showing them another way to look at pleasure, and once the initial hesitation is overcome, I almost always succeed.

—I’ll be back soon, don’t fall asleep without me —Daniela told her boyfriend before leaving to find us.

Ten minutes later, Marina had slipped into Bruno and Daniela’s tent and Daniela was with me. She was nervous and excited at the same time, as if the current had already run through her. It had taken her a while to decide, but once the decision was made there was nothing to stop her.

With the tight confines of that tiny tent, we managed to undress by touch, me helping her and her helping me.

—Lie down here —I told her when the two of us were naked.

She lay on her back on the tarp, I half propped up over her body, my leg crossed over hers. Our mouths met in the darkness and we shared a timid kiss. Then another, gentler one. And after that, one that joined our tongues and erased any doubt she still had.

That’s where the real seduction began. I’m a woman, I know my body and many others before hers. It was time for subtle contact, for a wet kiss, for fingers running over the skin without haste. I sought out her curves, the pronounced swell of her hips, the warm valley dipping between her thighs.

My fingers traveled slowly. They knew what they were looking for, but they were in no hurry to get there.

—Mmm… —Daniela shivered when I rested my fingertip between her lips.

I kept searching. There it was, barely peeking out, hidden and shy, a tiny pearl among the folds. There you are, I thought. You hide so well. A little saliva to coat it, a very light touch to coax it out.

Daniela had a tight sex, a vertical line that responded to my caresses by opening only slightly, letting out the heat it was holding inside. The clitoris, hidden and fearful. Luckily I was there to handle it with the care it deserved.

—Mmm… you’re killing me… you’re killing me —she whispered, spreading her legs to let me through.

I moved my fingers to my own sex, already wet, then to hers, and finally brought them up to her mouth.

—Suck —I told her, moving them slowly between her lips.

Then I lowered them again, slid them up and down, made room for myself and slowly inserted them until my palm bumped against her body.

—Uff… uff —she panted, trying to get used to it.

She was one of those who need more time than usual to adjust. So I backed off, stroked her lips again, went back to look for the hidden pearl. More saliva, more patience.

—Oh… oh —she clutched my shoulders, as if defending herself from something she actually wanted.

Then I took out one of the toys from my little travel kit, the one that always comes with me. A vibrating torpedo that, when handled well, works miracles.

—You don’t have to do anything —I whispered in her ear—. Just let it vibrate. You tell me if you want more or less.

—Like this… like this is good —she answered in a broken voice—. Delicious.

—You weren’t expecting that, were you? —I asked, running the toy over her lips and, above all, over that clitoris that was so hard to find—. You didn’t know you were this sensitive. You need to talk to Bruno, make sure he’s careful and consistent. You need time and a lot of gentleness. Do you understand?

More saliva, more vibration. Daniela was beginning to melt, and I adore exactly that: watching modesty’s walls fall, watching the orgasm grow, and watching the mind finally surrender and want it.

—When you tell me, we’ll go all the way —I whispered.

—It’s… it’s coming… now, now… oh! —she moaned.

Daniela wrapped herself around me. She could hardly believe what had just happened to her. An orgasm. A big orgasm. The best one of her life, and she had had it with another woman, with a stranger, without there having been penetration by anyone. How was that supposed to be explained? What changed from that point on? And Bruno, what role was left for him?

—It’s only an orgasm, sweetheart —I told her, stroking her hair—. A very good one, but that’s all. With care and affection you’ll have many more in your life. You just have to choose well who with.

—Yes… yes, I will —she replied, still trembling—. And you? What do you want? What can I do for you? —she asked suddenly, realizing how uneven the exchange had been.

—I really liked helping you —I answered—. I liked discovering you.

She looked at me, intrigued, because I was already rummaging under the pile of clothes.

—Now I’m going to introduce you to another friend who always comes to the rescue —I said, taking out a soft silicone dildo, flexible but firm.

It was small. I took it to my mouth to wet it and then guided it between my legs, pushing slowly. Once I had it inside, I moved it back and forth until it settled in me.

—Give me your hand —I asked, bringing her fingers to the toy—. I’ll guide you. Like this, slowly. You have to learn, because once you master the motion, you’ll be an unbeatable rival for anyone. Today you learn with me. Do you want to?

As soon as she found the right rhythm and intensity, I left her alone with the task. I closed my eyes in the darkness of the tent and waited, calm, for her to bring me to my own orgasm. Outside, the camp slept, suspecting nothing. Inside, Daniela had just discovered a part of herself she would no longer be able to ignore.