Tig woke first, the sun from the window shining right onto his face. He opened his eyes, squinting as he came to his senses. He figured it must be late into the morning, at least after 9am.
He lifted his head slightly, and remembered that he wasn't alone in bed. Still curled under his arm was the girl he had picked up out on the highway - Aimee. He shifted slightly and looked at her while she slept. Man, what a different bird she was!
Tig had a voracious appetite for pussy. Everyone knew that. Being the Seargant At Arms gave him privileges, and he could get any girl her wanted at any time. Sometimes more than one at a time! Friday night parties after church were notorious, and Tig always had a great time bringing several girls back to his room. But there was something very different with this one...This one actually stayed the night. Once he was done with them, Tig always sent the girls packing. They were toys, nothing more. But this one? She was a different bird.
Tig gently pulled his arm back slightly so his hand rested on her arm. She didn't move. He shifted again, propping himself up and in doing so, Aimee leaned back further onto her back, still deep in sleep. Her hair had fallen onto her face so Tig reached up to push it back. Her cheek was soft. She wore no makeup, and her hair was long, naturally brown. She looked nothing like the croweaters that frequented the place. It was almost comical to see her in his bed. Before yesterday, he would never have given her a second look. Maybe it was the fact that she rode, or the fact that she wasn't afraid to talk back...whatever it was, he got a kick out of it.
Aimee sighed in her sleep and turned her head away from him, pushing the covers back in the process. Tig watched the movement and moved his eyes down her body. She had very nice curves in all the right places. He raised his hand and placed it on her belly, feeling the heat. Slowly, he started to move it up to her tits, but he stopped. He couldn't do it. She turned her head towards him again, still asleep. She looked too innocent. Normally, he would have already fucked her by now, but she was different. She wasn't that kind of girl, and Tig felt more of a need to protect her.
His hand was still on her belly when she woke. She raised her arms in a stretch and blinked her eyes open. Once she remembered where she was, she darted her eyes towards Tig and then down to his hand still resting on her body. Tig pulled back immediately.
"Time to get up" he said, smiling quickly and rolling over and off the bed.
Aimee watched him as he walked to the bathroom and went inside shutting the door. She let out the breath she had been holding and brought her own hand to the spot he had just been touching. She wondered how long he'd been watching her...
She sat up moving to the edge of the bed, checking her watch. 10:06am. She rubbed her eyes and got up to walk over to the window. The window looked out to the back of the clubhouse and she couldn't see anything but bikes, none of which was hers. She wondered if anyone was out in the garage checking on it.
The bathroom door opened, and Tig came out. He grabbed his cut and headed to the main door. "There's probably coffee on in the kitchen. Help yourself to whatever" he said, then left her alone. Aimee went into the bathroom to freshen up and get herself together. She still felt out of sorts from all this happening at once, but now she felt something else, too. Something that she wasn't ready to admit to...
Aimee found the kitchen by following the smells of coffee and bacon. She stopped at the doorway, not wanting to intrude on the ladies inside having a conversation. After a short time, one of them noticed her and invited her in.
"You're the girl with that vintage bike, right?" said the older lady. Aimee nodded, yes. The lady held out her hand. "I'm Gemma, Clays old lady".
One by one, Gemma introduced her to Tara, who was the vice presidents girlfriend, and several of those croweater girls. Aimee smiled and nodded to all, and thankfully accepted a cup of coffee.
"I didn't see you last night, you curl up by your bike or something?" Gemma asked.
Aimee swallowed her mouthful. "No, I slept in Tig's room".
The room went silent. Every set of eyes stared holes through hers. Aimee wondered if she had said something very wrong because the reaction was downright scary.
"Tig's room?" asked Gemma. "As in,...TIG'S room?"
"Yes" Aimee replied, her voice very small.
The croweater girls all looked at each other and began to whisper, looking Aimee up and down. Gemma and Tara shared some kind of glance and then Gemma smiled at her.
"Well then... isn't that something" she said. "Want some breakfast? Help yourself. You must be hungry after all night..." The girls all chuckled at Gemma's suggestion, but Aimee didn't know what was so funny. She got up and found a plate, taking a few strips of bacon and popping some bread in the toaster. The croweater girls got up to leave, bringing their dishes over to the counter where Aimee was standing, and they didn't mind bumping into her and pushing her out of their way. Aimee was too afraid to say anything, so she kept her mouth shut. Gemma and Tara were still sitting at the table when she went back over.
"Dont mind them, they're just jealous" Gemma said.
Aimee looked at Gemma, then to Tara, then back to Gemma. "Jealous of what?"
"You. In all the years I've known Tigger, he's never ever let a girl sleep in that room" Gemma answered. She looked Aimee up and down. "You must have some kind of special skills!"
Aimee was really confused. "What do you mean?" she asked.
Gemma laughed. "You got a special tongue or something? Or are you crazy flexible?" Gemma saw the blank look on Aimee's face and realized this new girl had no idea what she was talking about, so she figured she had to spell it out.
"What kinky shit did you do when he was fucking you?" Gemma asked.
Aimee almost choked on her toast. "WHAT?" she yelled. "I didn't...we didn't...oh my god..."
Gemma and Tara looked at each other, then back to her. "He didn't fuck you?" asked Gemma, in shock.
"No!" answered Aimee. "I just slept there! That's all! He did too, but I didn't know he was going to, or I would have gone to a hotel...but nothing happened!"
Gemma looked at her again, then got up to go. "Well...wonders never cease...". With that, she and Tara left the room leaving Aimee alone. She felt sick. This croweaters thought she was doing god knows what with him! But nothing had happened, in fact, she had felt quite safe with him, albeit a little uncomfortable. She wondered what kind of reputation Tig had. Must be quite crazy if everyone seemed to think they knew what had gone on. Suddenly, the funny feeling she'd had earlier back in his room didn't seem so nice anymore...