The Beach

Ivar's motorcycle was a Harley, a sexy classic looking bike. He climbed on and offered his hand as I climbed on behind him. He showed me where to put my feet and when he started the bike he wrapped my hands around his waist and told me through the mic's in our connected helmets to "hold on tight".

I had no trouble with that, I loved the feeling of being so close to Ivar. I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed my legs a little tighter. I could feel his rock hard abs even through all the leather. And his smell, oh my God did he smell amazing. Like leather and sweat and spicy cologne. I looked at Ivar's phone he had mounted as a GPS and it looked like he was taking us to the beach which was perfect.

When he took off from my house I immediately realized how "nice" it felt to have that big loud engine between your legs. Holy giant vibrator Batman! Like being this close to Ivar wasn't turning me on enough!

After about 10 minutes of just enjoying the ride Ivar startled me when he spoke through the helmet "You ok? You're holding me pretty tight there."

Oh no, was I hurting him? Immediately loosen my grip around his waist. "Oh no am I hurting you?"

Ivar immediate encourages my hands tighter around him again "No, not at all!, I just wanted to make sure you weren't scared."

"No, I'm not scared. I just.." I hesitate to say what I'm really feeling.

"You just what?"

Being behind him like this where he can't look at me makes me brave "l just love how it feels to hold you like this."

I can actually feel him smile. He puts his hand over mine that are holding on to his waist and says "I love the way you feel around me".

Wow. If that wasn't the sweetest and hottest thing someone has every said to me. The double meaning was evident. I wasn't sure if it was intended that way but it still has me melting in to him even more.

"Are you hungry?" Ivar asks a few minutes later.

"Yes, starving!" I reply. I really was starving. I hadn't eaten much all day.

He pulls in to a little burger shack called "Dave's Beach Shack" right next to the beach. I love this place. I remove my helmet and try to flatten my probably messed up hair. And say "This place is great! The fries are amazing. I used to come here all the time with my dad." The mention of my dad kind of makes me trail off at the end. Ivar puts his finger under my chin and lifts it gently so I'm looking at him. "You ok? We can go somewhere else if this is too much for you? I just saw it online and the reviews were great."

I place my fingers on his chest. "No, no, they are happy memories, please I want you to try their poutine!"

Ivar smiles "Poutine?" .

"You've never had poutine? OMG it's soo amazing! The guy who owns this place is originally from Montreal. So he has Poutine, Smoked Meat Sandwiches and these amazing steamed hot dogs." I grab his hand and pull him towards the order window because I really am starving.

We each get two hotdogs and milkshakes and we share a giant poutine. Ivar is appreciative of the gravy and cheese deliciousness of the Poutine. "This really is amazing!" He says.

"I know, right?" I smile at him, and he smiles back while staring at me with those gorgeous eyes. They look even more amazing in the dimming light of the sun starting to lower behind us on the beach. I swear his eyes almost glow.

After we are finished we hop back on the bike to go to a spot up on a hill that is perfect to watch the sunset.

Ivar parks the bike so we can sit and watch. We get off, take off our helmets and he sits back down but this time with his back to the handle bars, he tells me to get back on facing him but guides my thighs slightly on top of his. I'm not really straddling him my legs are just resting on his knees. I look up at him, and he says "is this ok?"

I smile, and lean back on the back rest, "Yes, quite comfy actually".

"Good". He rests his hands on my knees. Just him touching me there makes my pulse start to race. I sit up a bit straighter so I can look a him a bit better. I put my hands over his. Ivar intertwines our fingers.

"This is nice." I say. It really was. The sun setting in the background, the sound of the waves, being up on the hill with nobody else around.

Ivar reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear again, this time letting his fingers trail down my cheek passed my ear and down my neck. He is staring at me now

"It is beautiful" he says. His eyes are mesmerizing, and somehow staring at their beauty makes me bold again.

"Ivar, who is the girl from your poem?" I have to look away now as my boldness is fading.

Ivar takes both my hands in his, he is also looking down now. I look up to see those beautiful braids on the top of his head.

"When I came here a week ago, I was full of so much sadness and anger because I felt like I had been ripped away from everything that made me happy. My friends, my family, my home that I'd lived in my entire life." He looks up at me now, I can see sadness in his face. I reach out to cup his cheek with my hand and actually shift myself so I'm much more on top of his legs now than just resting on them. He puts his hand over mind on his cheek, his other hand on my hip and continues: "Then, I had to start at a new school and I was so nervous and just feeling so dark inside and I felt like I would never escape from that darkness. But then, this girl, she just broke apart the cage of sadness I was in with her shy smile and adorable red cheeks."

My cheeks were reddening now, I knew that.

Ivar placed his hand on my cheek, pulling me to him gently, and with our lips just barely separated by any space at all, he whispered "That girl is you Sarah". I gasped just slightly and with that Ivar closed the distance and kissed me. Gently at first, and I pulled myself closer to him by wrapping my hands around his head and opened my mouth to him. He answered with gentle swipes of his toungue against mine and sensual sucking of lips.

God, he was such an amazing kisser. I just wanted to be closer. I was fully straddling him now and his hands were on my hips. One thumb had slipped under the hem of my shirt and was touching my skin there right above my hip and I felt a burning heat building there and between my legs. I could feel him harden and I was rocking gently against that welcomed stiffness. Wishing I wasn't wearing such thick denim. When I felt Ivar gently pull away and set his forehead against mine. Both of us breathing heavily now and pulsing with need.

I somehow manage to speak "Ivar, I, God, I don't even know what to say."

He puts one finger gently over my lips. "You don't have to say anything." He removed his finger then kisses me once gently.

He looks at his watch. "We should probably get going, don't want your Mom thinking I'm a delinquent keeping you out too late" he winks.

So I reluctantly left myself out of his lap and he flips around and we head back home.

Ivar drops me off, and walks me to my door.

"Thank you for coming for a ride with me." He smiles that sexy smile.

"Thank you for inviting me." I reach out for his hand and he takes it gently in his and we kind of swing them back and forth playfully. He pulls me towards him and kisses me once more. I literally almost fold and he needs to hold me up. I feel him chuckle against my mouth. "You ok?"

I laugh "Yeah, fine, your kisses just take away function in my legs". He laughs too, I love that sound.

He kisses me once more gently and says "Goodnight Sarah, maybe we can study some calculus tomorrow?"

"Goodnight Ivar, sure. Let me know when".

"K, I'll text you."

"K, bye". He walks away and I reluctantly let go of his hand and I watch him get back on his bike. I walk inside after he disappears down the street.

I go upstairs to get ready for bed. I look out my window towards Ivar's house and see a few lights on downstairs in what must be the kitchen and living room and the flickering of a TV. Then suddenly a light comes on in the upstairs bedroom, the one who's window faces me. The blinds are open and I see Ivar walk in to his room while removing his leather jacket. Well look at that, it IS his room! I giggle to myself and sit down on my window seat while I pull out my phone. I send Ivar a text :

Hey, look out your window.

I watch him as he hears the text and searches his jacket for his phone. Then I watch him read it and look up at the window. He walks over to the window and looks at me. I wave as I know he can see me because my blinds are open and my light is on too. He waves back and I can tell he's laughing. And he's now texting me back:

Well this is interesting. LOL

I reply: Sure is ;)

My boldness returning, with Ivar watching I stand and pull off my shirt to get ready for bed revealing my cute floral bralette then I close my blinds and immediately text him:

Sweet dreams, Ivar. xo