GB96 - Carla's Way Part 5

“Dicks,” you say.

“Excuse me?” Destiny looks lost.

“She’s right,” Stef says, nodding. “Dicks.”

“We have them,” you inform Destiny.

“It’s not what CCL chicks are looking for,” Stef adds. “Mostly.”

“Mostly,” you confirm.

“Oh.” Destiny blushes.

“But the biker chicks,” you say with a smile.

“They want it,” Stef agrees.

“I see,” Destiny replies, a new look on her face. “Right. Right. Makes more sense now. Still won’t work. The club guys’d be all over you. You two are cute enough to be in that bar, but it won’t go the way you want it to.”

“Uh uh,” Stef says, holding up a finger. “We aren’t taking no for an answer. Not until I get my biker girl fantasy.”

“OK, literally the only ones with bikes are the club. The chicks don’t have bikes,” Destiny cuts in, but Carla ignores her.

“Your biker girl fantasy? What happened to our biker girl fantasy?”

“That’s what I mean. Mm. I just want to…” Stef trails off with a little groan, shaking her fist in frustration.

“Wait, wait, wait. Let’s get some beer.” Destiny’s trying not to laugh again. “I want to hear about this fantasy.”

She’s taking the bait, and you and Stef are more than happy to oblige. Cozily squeezed onto a love seat with her in the middle, you provide plenty of lurid detail about exactly what you and Stef would do to one of these biker girls if you could convince one to come home with you.

Destiny does a good job playing it off as though she finds the two of them funny, like a female Bill and Ted, but her body language gives her away. She wouldn’t be at a CCL party if she was completely opposed to the idea of kissing a girl, and the idea of two dicks is understandably tantalizing. If a pair of hung girls tried this with you, you know what you would do. The story that you made up with Stef has its roots in reality: it’s your fantasy. Well, one of them. That, along with all the messy details, adds authenticity.

It looks like Destiny appreciates this.

“You two ever done that before?” she asks casually, hiding behind her cup.

You and Stef both laugh. “Have we done it before,” Stef says mockingly.

“Or do you mean exactly that?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Destiny says shyly.

“Well, no. Not exactly like that,” you admit.

“Then, I mean, before you go to the bar and try your luck you should probably test it out, right?” Destiny asks.

You and Stef both lean close to her.

“You think so?” you ask, looking into her eyes.

“I mean, maybe,” she replies nervously.

Five minutes later, Destiny is leaving the party with you and Stef. You pause on the front steps and look back. There’s a figure watching from a nearby window. You can’t be sure, but you have a feeling it’s Jessica. You say nothing and follow Stef and Destiny to the car.