Chapter 1 - Nowhere Else to Sit
Annika would later look back at that night as probably the best night of her life. Yet it had started out as just a pretty average evening.
Short, dumpy, with shoulder-length, straw blond hair and piercing ice-blue eyes, Annika kept what she considered her unattractive, pendulous and sagging boobs well hidden under a range of huge, woolly pullovers. With jeans that were comfortable rather than shapely, her wide hips and comfortable padding of her backside did not exactly attract a lot of admiring glances. At least, not until that night. The night she turned up at the 'Roger the Dead Camel' motorbike rally, put up her tent and mooched over to the pub to drink and listen to other people's tales of exciting motorbike bourne adventures and exaggerated bravado. Drifting around the room, she finally settled at a table that was wreathed in aromatic smoke. A pair of warm brown eyes looked out from a face surrounded and covered in hair.
“Evening,” said Kevin, instantly attracted to the eyes and blond hair of the beauty that day before him.
Annika smiled, took a mouthful of her pint and looked at the other reprobate sitting with a pint in one hand, a joint in the other, and nothing cognitively functioning between.
“Ignore him, he's bladdered. I've Kevin.” A relatively clean hand extended across the table, the arm shrouded in a worn leather jacket.
“Annika,” she replied, non-committally.
“No where else to sit?”
The question could have been taken as a challenge, a dismissal, but his eyes gave away Kevin's interest.
“Not a deal of choice,” she admitted defensively.
Kevin opened his baccy tin, stuck three Blue Rizla papers together and proceeded to skin up, crumbling in a healthy quantity of dark resin. He offered her the unlit joint and flicked open his Zippo lighter. The flame gutted smokily, obviously running on petrol rather than lighter fuel.
Annika looked at him for a moment, then took the joint, pushed the end into the clean part of the flame and inhaled. Kevin moved the lighter to his side, wafting it under the joint his companion still clutched. Smoke billowed as the join by was re-lit, there was a cough, and the semi comatose biker emptied his glass before slumping back, face down, onto the table.
“He's happy,” smiled Kevin, accepting the joint from Annika.
“Fuck me, that's good,” she said hoarsely, trying not to cough. She sipped her beer. “What are you riding?” Annika asked, deciding she was interested enough to start up a conversation.
“You, with any luck,” quipped Kevin, quick as a flash, in what was obviously a stock response. “Sorry, a leaky Beeza A7, his actually, my Bonnie's in bits, as usual. You?”
“Guzzi Le Mans”
“Nice,” Kevin's eyes opened wider, displaying his surprise and admiration. “Sorry about the 'you' quip.”
Annika waved her hand in dismissal. “Buy me another pint and let's see what happens, eh?” She winked and leant back in her chair, surveying the room.
Kevin lurched from his seat, drained his glass, waited whilst Annika finished hers. “Don't go away,” he said, and lurched off in the direction of the bar.
“Watch him, he'll have your knickers down, and you'll never see him again. He's a girlfriend with huge knockers at home, but she doesn't like camping, prefers a well sprung, clean bed.”
“You'd know, would you?” Annika, had a sudden insight. Kevin's companion was not a comatose as he appeared. Was it all an act? “And you, who's waiting for you, back home? Sorry, I didn't get your name?”
“Deads, is what most people use.”
At that point, Kevin reappeared, three pints clutched in his hands and the joint still hanging from the corner of his mouth. Deads took a long draught from his glass and slumped back onto the table. Obviously, the conversation was over.
Kevin, Annika decided, was witty and charming. Even pissed and stoned, his mind was rapier quick, eloquent and full of amusing tales, and as the evening drew on, she felt him more and more drawn to him. The pub warmed up too, first jackets and then pullovers were removed. As she pulled hers over her eyes, she could see him staring quite blatantly at her breasts, or the lack of them as they hung braless in her T-shirt.
“Nothing to look at there,” she rebuked.
“I wouldn't say that. Looked very interesting to me.”
Annika blushed. “You'd be more disappointed than interested, I assure you.” She picked up her pint and took another swallow.
“I'll be the judge of that, I think. How about you invite me back to your tent, and we'll find out?”
“Oh, would you like that?”
“Yes.”
The answer was straight and had a truthful edge. Perhaps he would be interested to see her boobs.“You’ll be the first, if you are.”
“Their loss.” Kevin raised his glass and toasted her. Annika took a sip and watched him carefully as he got up and moved around to her side of the table to sit beside her on the old settle that backed up to the pub's stone wall. He sipped from his pint, resting his hand on her thigh.
Annika didn't remove it, but turned to look at him. “Sure of yourself, aren't you?”
“I've just met a truly beautiful woman, I don't see much point in wasting time being coy. Or do you have a boyfriend, or husband, tucked away somewhere?”
“No, do you?”
“No, no boyfriends, not ever.”
“Oh, aren't you the wit. Do you have a girlfriend?” Annika decided now was the time to ask, to test Dead's assertion, or to at least see if Kevin was a blatant liar.
“I live with a woman, yes, but she's having an affair and thinks I don't know, but I do. I'm just waiting to see if she leaves or if she expects me to walk when I 'find out'.” Kevin looked deep into Annika's icy blue eyes. “I've not had sex for months.”
“Shall we do something about that?” Annika surprised herself with her reply. She wasn't a virgin by a long chalk, but it had been a while, men just weren't normally interested in her, nor her in them. But Kevin had an animal attraction and he was clearly interested, his eyes never stopped roaming her body.
Kevin picked up his pint, and put it down empty.
“No time like the present. It will have to be your tent, I'm sharing with Deads, and he snores.”
Annika found herself giggling, suddenly feeling like a silly schoolgirl being offered a chance to do something naughty, rather than the hardened, bored cynic she normally portrayed herself as a shield against disappointment.
“We'll fetch my sleeping bag on the way. Deads!” Kevin reached across the table and shook his mate by the shoulder. “I'm going back to hers, will you make back to the tent alright?”
“Go, I'll be right,” slurred the gravelly voice. His head lifted and he toked on the extinguished joint. Kevin flicked out his zippo, waiting whilst Deads puffed the spliff back into life. “Go, don't do anything I wouldn't do.”
“Like fuck another man's wife?” whispered Annika. Deads glared at her and she turned to look at Kevin, who either hadn't heard or had chosen not to. He turned and headed for the door.
“Bloody cold out here,” Kevin opined as Annika unzipped her tent, took his sleeping bag from him and threw it inside.
“Well, hang on whilst I see if these two zip together, then you can come and join me.” She turned on a torch.
Kevin watched the silhouette of Annika, zipping sleeping bags together on the side of the tent. He watched as she wriggled out of her jeans before climbing into the joined doss bags. Sitting up, she pulled her T-shirt over her head and just as he was trying to appraise the size of her breasts, the light went out.
“Are you staying out there all night or what?”
Like a rat up a drainpipe, Kevin knelt into the darkened tent, pulled off his leather, pullover and T-Shirt, bundled them and tossed them to the far end as a pillow. Shivering in the cold night air, he turned and sat on the foot of the truckle bed, pulled off his boots and jeans and zipped the outer and inner tent. In the gloom, he could see that Annika was sitting up, clutching the bedding to her chest, waiting for him to get in. Pushing his feet deep into the cold bag, he pulled the zip up and put his head on his pillow.
“Come on then, let me see what you've been hiding all night.”
Nervously, Annika lay down beside him, leant forward and kissed him. Kevin kissed her back, surprisingly softly and she felt his cold hand rest on her hip and pull her towards him. As their kiss became more passionate, she rested against him and could feel something sticking into her thigh. Before she could investigate, Kevin's hand moved across her belly and touched the end of her breast. Fingers explored the end, roaming over the areola and then, with a gasp, touching the cold, hard nipple. Kevin's hand closed around the end of her pendulous breast and his head drew back, breaking their kiss.
“Wow!”
“I said you'd be disappointed, leave them, come here.”
“Bugger that,” declared Kevin, vanishing downwards, his lips tracing a line of kisses down her neck, over her clavicle, down her sternum and then lifting to kiss a nipple as he raised a boob to his lips. The first kiss was delicate, reverential and followed by his tongue tracing over her areola, circling the nipple in expanding circles as he sought to determine the size of her areola. Suddenly he was kneeling over her, both her boobs lifted from her chest and raised to his lips, as he switched from one hard nipple to the other, smothering them with kisses.
“Oh my god, you're fuckin' gorgeous. What fuckin' superb tits.”
“Don't take the piss,” said Annika, sure this had to be some sort of ploy. “Please.”
“I'm not, you've got wonderful tits. Have you every had it from behind whilst bent over facing a mirror?”
“No!” Annika replied, startled at the suggestion.
“Well, we're going to, and that's a promise.” His head sank back down, resuming the licking and sucking.
Annika was now really aroused, as she began to believe he actually did like her saggy dugs. She reached down, touched his leg, and then felt across the front of his Y-fronts. Suddenly, it was her turn to gasp.
