Dream girl

Renna

With each step, a cold sweat broke out in my palms. I realized I hadn't heard the engine of Ian's bike starting, indicating that he hadn't left yet.

A wave of conflicting feelings poured over me: relief mingled with disappointment; uncertainty interlaced with want. I stopped for a while, divided between the desire to turn back and the logic of continuing to walk. When I reached the entrance of the hotel and stepped into the main lobby, I realized I was alone with Ian from Galaxy to Glisten Avenue, and when he touched me, I gasped not because I was scared but because my body loved his touch.

How I felt so at ease with Ian, even when no one else was around. I don't know why, but when I was with him, I didn't even consider that he might hurt me. After Logan, I never felt as relaxed with any guy as I did when I was with Ian. I went into my room, fell on my bed, and hid my face in the pillow because I was unable to understand Ian's exception.

I didn't know why I wanted to run back to his bike and ask him to take me to his bike for the rest of our lives, why I wanted him to touch me because I felt he left me undone, or why his name made my heart race. To get his mind off of me, I rolled over and closed my eyes. But after a moment, I realized my hands were touching my core over my jeans. I took my hand off right away and touched my cheeks; they were as hot as fire. I sighed and moved my hands down again. This time, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand under my panties. I began brushing the edges of my core, and a soft moan came out of my mouth.

I closed my eyes, and my fingers sunk into the upper part of my core and began rubbing. I was thinking of Ian's touch on my body, and my breathing became rough. The pleasure began to emerge from my center, but it traveled through my veins, causing my muscles to tighten up. I whimpered because I felt his absence, but I needed to satisfy my desire, so I kept rubbing my core and thinking about Ian doing things to me. I moved my other hand up to my breasts and began cupping them to heighten my pleasure, as I had known my desires for many years. While squeezing my breast, a piercing thought flashed to me: Ian is kissing them. I began to feel sweat running down my neck, but I wanted to see the stars on this dark night, so I kept going with rubbing and cupping till I cried out loud, my hot stream swamped my fingers, and I collapsed onto my bed with heavy breathing.

When I recovered from heavy breathing, I dashed to the bathroom, hoping that a long bubble bath would help me forget about Ian. I filled the bathtub with warm water, and the sound of rushing water helped to drown out his thoughts.

I wanted to turn my bath into a peaceful cocoon so I lit up a lavender and jasmine-scented candle. The fragrances played a crucial role in my life to relieve my strain or tension. I went to aroma therapy after Logan and it did wonders.

I slipped out of my clothes the moment I saw a white foamy blanket on the surface of warm water. I left the strain and tension out of the tub and started to let myself envelope myself in the warmth of a blissful bath. I dipped myself for a moment in the water until my head. Relaxation started taking place in all of my worries.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to completely succumb to the experience, letting go of my thoughts about Ian.

When tension began to melt away from my muscles once more, my hand reached my core, and this time I was not up for rubbing only, so I slipped my finger deep inside me, and it was all so slippery that it actually multiplied my pleasure a thousand times, and when I started riding on my finger, my urge to please myself increased, so I slipped my other finger and started moving.

As I rocked my ass against my hand, I gripped the edge of the tub to keep from drowning in slippery water, and my moans began to slip, and this time, as my pleasure increased, so did the volume of my moans, until I screamed his name and couldn't tell the difference between sweat and water droplets, so I opened my eyes, stood up, walked over to the shower, and turned on the cold water to wash all my hot and wild feelings from my body.

After a shower, I started to shiver and eventually crawled beneath the blanket, drifting off. The next morning, once again, my mind started flickering between Kev's Ian or another Ian. I jerked my head to eradicate Ian's thoughts from my mind; I shouldn't be thinking about him anymore. I did not travel all the way to Glisten to continue my old pattern of life. I am here to have a fresh start. I skipped the run and decided to go meet Kev, where I met Margot, and then I went right away to Boyd's.

When I entered, Boyd looked at me. "You are 30 minutes early."

I shot up my shoulders. "I am new in town; I have nothing else to do."

I helped Boyd load his shelves, and after 30 minutes, he turned the board open, and Ian was the first to enter. I appeared to be moving my fingers on the computer, but I was actually peeking at him; he picked up a few items without even looking at them before rushing over to me. "You didn't run this morning."

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I woke up late."

Ian asked, "If this has anything to do with our last night's weird conversation so..."

Ian's question caught me off guard, and before he could finish, I interjected, "It has nothing to do with you."

I resumed the scanning of his stuff. When I told him the bill, he handed me dollar bills and asked me to clear his doubts. "Are we fine here? I mean, no hard feelings. Right?"

I handed him the bag and nodded. "No hard feeling."

I think this time he is putting effort into continuing our conversation. "Can you tell me about your break time?"

I narrowed my eyes. "At 1 p.m., why?"

Ian blew his nose. "Would you mind going for a coffee at 1 p.m.?"

I tilted my head. "On earth, we have lunch at 1 p.m."

Ian smiled, picked up his bag, and walked out of the store. I watched him as long as he was visible to me. I shook my head and asked myself. Why am I still drooling for him? What game am I playing with myself now?"