While Nikki was becoming increasingly more confident and blossoming as a smoker and young woman, her experiences into dating were quite elementary. She had never found much appeal in any of the boys in school and her failed attempt with Jeff a year and a half earlier had soured her even further. It’s not that Nikki didn’t want to date, she had just never found a partner worthy of her time and affection.
As the fall rolled on and the weather became ever more crisp by the middle of October, Nikki had settled into her routine at school and was beginning to think about making her college choice. On one particular Friday night, Cara asked Nikki if she wanted to attend a beer blast fundraiser for her nephew’s hockey team in Buffalo the following night.
Considering she wasn’t old enough to drink, the idea wasn’t tremendously exciting to the 17-year-old. Nikki told Cara she would think about it. The next afternoon, she joined Maggie and Sarah outside the front gates at halftime of the high school football game for a smoke as usual. The two women implored her to come with them and Nikki finally agreed, although still not overly thrilled.
So, after the football game, Nikki went home to get dressed and wait for Cara to pick her up on the way to the fundraiser. Her mood was unnaturally fussy and she stared into her closet deciding what to wear for a long period of time. Finally, Nikki donned a tight black tank top that accentuated her large breasts, tucked it into her tight jeans and slipped a thick black leather belt through the loops. She then rolled up her pant legs and put on her knee-high black leather boots with a stiletto heel and slipped her pant leg down over the top of them. Nikki checked her watch, went outside for a quick smoke and came back inside to wait for her ride.
After about a half hour there was a knock at the door, so Nikki went to let Cara in. When seeing what her friend was wearing, Cara was quite impressed.
“Damn girl, you look good!” Cara exclaimed.
“Thanks,” Nikki smiled as she put on her leather blazer and grabbed her purse to head out the door.
“We’re going to have fun, don’t worry,” Cara said as Nikki lit one last cigarette before getting into the car.
“OK, OK,” Nikki laughed through an exhale.
It took roughly 40 minutes to get there and when they did, the two teenagers went inside to find Cara’s mother and sisters. After an hour, Nikki was having fun talking with the ladies, but it was loud and the older women were obviously on track to get tipsy soon.
Nikki tapped Cara on the shoulder and put two fingers to her mouth to motion that she was going to go smoke. Cara nodded and Nikki headed for the door. She was just a few drags into her cigarette when the door swung open and a young man stepped out.
He was more than six-feet tall, with striking features, and Nikki could see a tattoo covering his right bicep underneath a tight Harley Davidson t-shirt. This was the kind of man Nikki had never met before.
Nikki watched him light up a cigarette of his own and since she was not close to being finished and it was just the pair of them, she knew that small talk was inevitable. She was right.
“Are you having fun?” the young man asked her with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
“It’s not too bad,” Nikki said with a smile.
“How did you hear about this?” he asked.
“My friend’s nephew is on the team,” Nikki responded.
“Oh, my little brother is on the team,” he informed. “How old are you?”
“Seventeen,” Nikki said sheepishly.
“Seriously? I thought you were at least 21,” he said in shock. “I’m 20.”
Nikki gave a sarcastic smile and nodded towards the plastic cup in his hand, half full of beer.
“Oh, I have a fake I.D.” He laughed.
The two continued small talk as Nikki finished her second cigarette. She learned that his name was Mark, he was a construction worker and lived about 25 minutes from her. After her cigarette was extinguished under her boot, the two went inside, bumping into each other various times through the next couple hours.
Around 11 p.m. Nikki and Cara decided it was time to leave. They head to the car, but as Nikki got outside and paused to light a cigarette before getting inside, she heard a voice. It was Mark.
“Going home so soon?” He said.
“Yes, it’s about that time,” Nikki told him.
“Do you like motorcycles?” Mark asked her.
“I’ve never been on one,” Nikki replied honestly.
“Well if you want, maybe I can take you sometime,” Mark stated.
Nikki smiled at his boldness and gave him her cell phone number.
As they walked away, Cara gave Nikki a sarcastic look.
“What?” Nikki laughed. “He’s hot.”
Nikki knew that Cara was right though. He was an outlaw and a boy that her parents certainly wouldn’t approve of. Nikki wanted to see where it went, however, as he was nice to her despite being gruff on the outside. Only time would tell if she would get the approval from her family.
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Mark texted Nikki the next afternoon, and the two continued to talk for the rest of the month. Her parents weren’t pleased when she informed them, but they agreed to finally let him take Nikki on a date. It was too cold for a motorcycle ride by early November, but the two instantly clicked.
Nikki liked this boy, even if her friends or family couldn’t see why a girl qualified enough to gain acceptance into Ivy League college would be wasting her time with a bad boy.
As Thanksgiving approached, Nikki got permission to invite Mark over for dinner.
That morning Nikki went through her normal routine, while also helping her parents clean the house before company arrived. Finally it was time to get dressed. Nikki chose a tight white long-sleeve shirt and a black leather skirt that came down just above her knee. She then put on her black leather boots, zipping them up to her knee. She straightened her long brown hair, putting a poof in the front and a sexy ponytail in the back.
When she finished applying her makeup, Nikki checked her watch and saw that Mark would arrive any second. So Nikki put on her black leather blazer and buttoned all three buttons to stay warm and went outside for a smoke.
Halfway through her second cigarette, Mark’s shiny new Ford F-150 pulled into the driveway and Nikki jumped out of her chair in excitement.
“Hi, babe!” She exclaimed as he opened the door. Nikki gave him a big kiss, still holding her half-spent Marlboro in her left hand.
The day went smoothly and Mark was able to handle any questions from her relatives with class. He also successfully evaded the fact that he was a member of the Kingsmen Motorcycle Club.
Being involved with a gang member wasn’t something Nikki had totally wrapped her head around. After all, she was still 17. She found Mark exhilarating though. He was different and maybe she needed a taste of bad boy in her previously prissy life.
The following day, Nikki’s parents drove her brother back to college in Vermont and were going to stay the night. They knew she would likely have Mark over, but they trusted that her daughter would make good decisions. Normally they would have been correct, but not on this night. Nikki was going to be bold.
Mark invited Nikki to a party with his club and she was nervous. She had never associated with criminals, let alone an entire party filled with them. She knew that she was going to have to step outside her comfort zone in order to fit in and not embarrass her first real boyfriend.
Her smoking went into overdrive that afternoon as she nervously awaited the party. She decided to start getting ready. She decided on a black and orange tank top that she would normally reserve for summer and tucked it into her tight skinny jeans as usual. She buckled her thick black leather belt and put on her knee-high boots over the top of her jeans. Nikki normally didn’t wear skinny jeans, except on special occasions.
Mark arrived to pick her up and she put on her leather blazer. It was probably too classy for this crowd, but Nikki wasn’t a big fan of motorcycle jackets. She believed they should be reserved for motorcycles. There were just some things she wouldn’t compromise on.
Nikki lit a cigarette as soon as she closed the door behind her and said, “Hi, baby!” as she opened the passenger side door, her freshly lit 100 cigarette dangling from her lips. She leaned over and gave him a kiss, smoke still exiting her nostrils.
It was about a 45-minute ride to the party and Nikki chain-smoked incessantly. She was already into her second pack of the day and the party hadn’t even started yet.
When they walked in the door, it was the kind of party Nikki had never been to before. People were doing drugs openly, couples were making out around the house and she was almost positive that she was the only virgin there.
Mark introduced Nikki to a variety of people and she was careful not to stray too far from her man at first. When offered a beer, she accepted, not wanting to look immature. Finally, Mark moved away from her to talk to some of his buddies, leaving Nikki sitting on the couch by herself, cigarette in hand, her arm cocked at a 90-degree angle.
After a few minutes, the club president’s wife came and sat down next to her, carrying a plate with already cut lines of cocaine. That was something that Nikki had never seen in person before. Marge made small talk and Nikki smiled and carried on the conversation. It was apparent to the older, more experienced woman with large breasts about to burst out of a Kingsmen tank top, that this teenage girl was shy.
“Look, honey, being shy isn’t going to help you with this crowd,” Marge told her. “This club is a man’s world and you need to be strong and confident or you’ll be nothing more than one of these sluts they bring in for an easy fuck.”
Nikki looked at her. The words sunk in. She was smart and beautiful. There was no reason for her to be shy or nervous in front of these people or anybody else. Then Marge did something that startled her.
She picked up the plate of cocaine off the table and offered it to Nikki.
“Here, try this,” Marge said. “This’ll give you some pep.”
Nikki didn’t want to decline and embarrass Mark. It would be far worse for him than her if they didn’t like her. So, the teenager took the rolled up dollar bill from Marge and hesitantly put it up to her nose and leaned in.
“Wow!” Nikki screamed to herself.
Snorting her first line wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was an instant rush. Like someone had injected her with excitement.
By the end of the night, Nikki was drunk and high for the first time in her life. Moreover, she enjoyed it. Around 2 a.m. Mark decided to take her home. Nikki had been a hit at the party. She had also partied harder than he had ever imagined, which was shocking. Mark was about to get an even bigger shock though.
When they pulled in the driveway, Nikki crushed out her cigarette in his ashtray and then leaned over to kiss him goodnight. As they did, she got a thought and looked up at him.
“I don’t think this night is over yet,” Nikki smiled wickedly. She reached over and turned off the car, handing Mark his keys. “You won’t need these until tomorrow morning.”
Nikki brought Mark inside. Still drunk and racing, she nearly tripped over her heels as she kissed him. There was another first on the horizon as she led him to the bedroom. She pushed him down onto her bed and then stood up straight.
She took off her leather coat and draped it over her desk chair. Then, she took off her tank top and bra, caressing her breasts in her hands.
“You like?” She smiled to her boyfriend.
The erection in his pants was all the answer that she needed. Her reached up and grabbed her, tossing her onto the bed next to him.
Not only did Nikki drink alcohol and use recreational drugs, but she lost her virginity on this night. This was definitely no longer the good girl her parents raised her to be.
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