Until he turned twenty-one Andy Titus didn't get his leg over a motorcycle unless he hired one but that changed when he left the repair shop of Bert's Outboard Motors to become resident mechanic for the Newpark Women's Motorcycle Recreational Club.
Andy was warned by the chief executive during the interview that 80% of members were gay but that didn't deter the keen young man. He was focused on the obvious perk of the job: test riding motor-cycles. Andy just wanted to get his leg over the throbbing chassis of a pretty pink scooter or the 125cc street or off-road machine or the largest of the club's fleet, five versions of 250cc models. There were no other recruits so he was hired but first was required to work in a motorcycle workshop for a month.
That short apprenticeship was halved when the workshop boss found there was nothing they could teach Andy about small motors, in fact he tried to hire him. And so Andy learned about stuff not found on outboard motors such as chain drives to the rear wheel and braking systems. He was also taught to ride a bike properly.
At the recreational club his boss, the general manager Brigit Perkins, noticed Andy had the habit of licking his lips when eyeing her breasts so one morning during a lull she invited him for a test ride in her office. Although Frigid as she was called was one of the 'pets' of Mary the chief executive, she occasionally snuggled up to a man to remind herself why she was frigid. She closed up on Andy as soon as he pushed at the entrance. Instead of walking off in a huff to the bathroom to take care of his unreleased state he stayed talking and eventually allowed Brigit, acting almost absentmindedly to ease him to relief orally. They settled into this rhythm most mornings. Brigit was amazed she'd found a guy willing to listen to her and prepared to keep her mouth occupied during lulls in conversation.
Brigit mainly talked about her fascination in one of her greatest desires to have a chest job to give her noticeable intermammary sulcus as everyone calls it. This fascination of hers found in Andy a very impressionable student of a topic what his voluntary tutor also called décolletage. At nights Andy walked the streets with a permanent boner because décolletage was popping up and out everywhere, especially among women in darkened doorways and entrances to alleys but also when he went into a bar for a drink he was virtually overcome by the array and found not all women were flat-chested like Brigit. With enlightenment that comes from benefitting from the intelligence of women, he concluded that previously his focus on female legs had been a sheer waste of time because it contributed nothing towards development of his sexual sophistication because women ignore there legs being eyed but with their tits it's a much more passionate reaction, either way.
One day a woman not at all gay returned a 125cc bike to Andy and as she bent low to see what he was doing about the 'miss' in her motor she gave him an eyeful beyond the rather narrow confines of mammary cleft. Then when he stood, job finished, she had her eyes filled by his boner, She darted off, locked the double doors and ran back to him, arriving completely stripped. Glenda finished up with grease spots on her butt, back and hair but didn't mind because she'd not had sex for a couple of weeks so was pretty desperate. For Andy that was his first actual penetration in four years but he kept that to himself and gratefully gave Glenda the complete proceeds in reward.
"Andy, what a fucking flood," she said gratefully.
Andy thought the deposit was about average for what Brigit pulled from him. Emotionally on a high he turned studious and asked, "Glenda, can you tell me anything about décolletage?"
She hadn't a clue so he pushed her wide apart boobs closer together and pointed.
"Oh, silly boy," she said. "You mean cleavage."
Andy had memories of his mom telling his sisters they were showing too much cleavage so knew he was on to something here: reconnection to his past. He could remember his dear old mom pulling out a boob to allow his much younger sister Lizzie to guzzle. He had found memories of his family with whom he'd lost contact with after his mom had thrown him out of the house for shafting his aunt, her elder sister, as well as ordering his dad to shoot Andy if he every returned. It wasn't his fault but his mom wouldn't listen to him saying her sister wasn't a whore -- she was married to a clergyman. As a result of leaving home there was a gap in his knowledge about sex and women.
"Are you ready to go again?" Glenda enquired.
"What, back to work?"
She screamed in laughter and pulled him back on top of her.
A few nights later Andy picked up Rose in a bar. Rose had a wide front to her dress but wore a T-shirt covering what lay beneath. Between sessions of pounding away half the night Andy learned Rose had been brought up strictly not to show her lower orifices or her breasts.
"Don't wear your T-shirt and you'll get more guys wanting to fuck you," he said profoundly.
Rose laughed and said she didn't believe him but he saw her a few weeks later and she confessed it was coming out of her ears and one of her regulars was waiting for her reply to a marriage proposal.
"What are you going to tell him?"
"I'll tell him no."
"Why?"
