Chapter 73: What It Means To Be A Woman

Layla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota...

Afternoon caught a formerly slumbering Layla Quinn by surprise as she awoke to find she'd been in bed alone following her extended night with Brick Kenneally. Her legs and body felt as heavy as they had had when she'd been running in gym class and the light stinging from between her slender thighs in the wake of her many romps with the older biker man had been the first thing that stimulated her recollection of the fact that she'd no longer been as inexperienced in the ways of carnal exploits as she had been previously. Layla let out a sigh as she attempted to adjust to the stinging sensation which had dulled during her slumber and seemingly returned full force once she'd been fully awakened. She smirked a bit to herself as her recollection of time spent with Brick had been well worth the stinging as she relished the moment before his parting.

He'd done quite a good job of taking her mind off the possible situation with her mother having been involved with the missing girl's kidnapping, although once he'd gone her mind had gone right back to it. Her father had let her know that he wouldn't be back for two whole weeks, an avoidance tactic if ever she saw one and her father had been well versed in using them.

Another sigh saw Layla rolling onto her back as she recalled that she'd been naked while lying in bed and quite sticky from the lingering sweat she worked up with Brick right along with the remnants of their combined release. As she lay on her back amid the messy sheets and toppled pillows that lined both the top of and floor around her bed, Layla had taken a few moments to let the rather face paced escalation of her relationship with the biker Brick Kenneally finally sink in.

She was no longer just some clueless schoolgirl crushing on a boy she couldn't have and who had never in the least been interested in her, to begin with. She'd been a woman now and one that had been with a man, a world traveler of sorts and well-established beyond the city limits of Temperance, South Dakota.

Layla concluded that the stinging was well worth it when she recalled how good Brick made her feel when he'd been inside her, a sensation that she wouldn't soon forget despite the aftermath being that she couldn't really move her legs without them feeling so heavy.

She still giggled like a schoolgirl in a sense when it came to her still rather limited understanding of how sex was supposed to work aside from brazen comments and feeling good all over when Brick's body was on top of hers, she'd not been privy to much, aside from the scientific aspect of it all thanks in large part to Health class at school.

Layla stared up at the ceiling wondering if Brick would be back once he finished touching base with his crew about the case. She had hoped he'd return, if not for the sake of them rolling about in bed, she had been quite fond of his company especially when her father and Brutus had been gone for two weeks leaving her to safeguard the house and woods alone all that time.

She had even liked the way Brick's beard had tickled her chin when they kissed and the odd way he growled when yawning. A small smile filed across her lovely face and she rolled over to his usual side of the bed pleased to note that the pillows still smelled a good deal like him as she inhaled his intoxicating scent and closed her eyes to bask in the afterglow of their shared afternoon.

Layla recalled that her best friend had walked in on them in the kitchen and that he'd been halfway to running his mouth with their other friends about what he saw making it almost impossible to go on about her days as if nothing had happened. She knew right off the bat that Amy would want details and she wasn't sure she knew how to give them to her or if she even wanted to.

What happened between her and Brick was only their business aside from the mishap with Derrick walking in on them.

Layla supposed what the liked most of all about Brick Kenneally had been just how easily he made her feel safe in his arms when they were together. The steady beating of his heart and the way he let her lean against his massive muscle chest when he sat up behind her. She couldn't deny their attraction in the beginning, it seemed to drag them both along and push them into each other's orbit, sometimes even against their collective will but the outcome had been far greater than either one of them had ever expected.

Just the thought of the handsome bearded biker and his long flowing brown locks and hypnotic grey eyes made her want him all the more. She wondered if this was how all women had felt when they gave themselves to their most trusted significant other. A sensation of feeling as if she'd been walking on air, at least until the stinging sensation between her thighs reminded her that walking in any fashion would be a painful endeavor when it came to her actually getting up out of her bed.

Still, despite the rather unsavory drawbacks, Layla seemed to be at peace as she rested on her back amid the messy sheets of her bed. Brick had once more been on her mind and as a result, so had the issue of her mother possibly being responsible for the kidnapping of a missing child. She sighed as she stared at the ceiling unsure how to feel or where she'd go from this moment. She'd become a woman so fast that she hardly had time to wrap her head around it. It was times like this that a girl needed her mother and those handy little talks about boys and the aftermath of losing one's virtue. Sadly she and her mother had never been close like those mothers on her various television shows and the mothers of her friends.

Perhaps if they had been close, the seemingly always-on-the-go blonde could have stuck around a bit longer and taught her only daughter what it meant to be a woman.