Our Bakery

Wednesday

On Wednesday, we met at the bakery, and had breakfast. I had a scone and he had a muffin. Surprisingly, he drank his coffee black. Afterwards, we walked to the mall. Louis recommended that we go to the candy store, the new one, not the old one that only sold chocolates and fudges, but this new one. It had neon lights and giant stuffed animals. We almost got kicked out, mainly because we ended up throwing little mini jaw-breakers at each other.

"Excuse me, guys, you either pay for the candy or leave it alone. Please stop throwing it."
"Sorry your majesty, we were just leaving." Louis said, snobbishly.

I laughed and we walked out. Louis waited to laugh until we were out of the store. He asked me where I wanted to go next, and I told him I wanted to go to the beach. Not to swim, just to hang out and walk on the shore. Louis decided that we'd walk to the bakery and he'd drive us there in his car, but not to the beach where we met, but to a different one. A more beautiful one.

"How long of a drive is it?" I asked him.
"Umm. Only about 30 minutes-if that's okay with you."
"Yeah. I have no where else to be today. It sounds fun."
"It's a scenic route. Many trees and cliffs. I love going there." He smiled.

I got into the passenger seat and pulled the safety belt over me. I honestly thought the car was brand new, it was so clean. I ran my hand over the door handle and side, and I wondered how on earth someone had the time to make a car look so nice. We left town, and turned onto a not too busy road that led into a somewhat dark forest.

"You aren't going to murder me out here in these woods, right?" I said.
"Ha! Definitely not. It looks kinda scary here, but it gets lighter. It's just the canopy of trees up top. Makes it hard for light to shine through. Plus, I wouldn't murder a solid ten."
I laughed, shaking my head a little bit before looking over at him completely.
"I'm a ten?"
"Yeah," He said with confidence. "Definitely."
"How so?" I asked. I wanted to hear what he liked most about me, or what made me the perfect boy in his eyes.
"I'll make a verbal list. Number one, you have a good sense of humor. Two, you like adventure. Three, I kissed you and you didn't run away. Four, you are undeniably good looking, and five, you're tall."
"You're into tall guys?" I asked, ignoring the other four.
"Not until I met you." He said, looking at me. "You're blushing." He told me.
"Oh. Yeah. Haha."
"Ah Harry. You like me." He said, his voice getting higher in pitch.
"Yes I do." I said, holding my hands to my hot cheeks.
"I'm glad." He said, patting my leg, letting his hand linger before putting it back on the steering wheel. My face and leg got hot again, and I saw him smirk through the mirror. He had this day all planned I bet. The beach. I smiled and giggled, shutting my eyes for a few seconds. I saw a light coming up ahead, and soon we were driving near a cliff, the water down far beneath us.

"Wow." I said quietly.
"Beautiful right?"
"It is."
"It thought you'd like it. You said you loved nature."
I blinked, shocked he remembered me saying that. I'd told him the day we met.

"You remembered me saying that?"
"Yeah. I mean... yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and his ears turned pink. I leaned over and kissed his cheek, leaving him a red, smiley mess. I stared out the window and he turned on the radio to the rock n roll station. I smiled and looked off at some birds gliding over the water, as if they were competing with one another to see who could get closest to the water without touching it.
We drove for about 20 minutes more until we got to the beach. There was absolutely no one there. I got out and rook my shoes off, setting them inside of the car on the floor. He did the same. We rolled up our pant legs and I took a couple of pictures. It was the most amazing view. We walked down to the shore and I grabbed his hand. As we walked, our hands linked, we chatted about stuff. The most random of stuffs. Our families, our school experiences, our first boyfriends-or in Louis' case, girlfriends- and so on and so forth.

"Wait, so you actually dated a girl?" I asked him.
"Uh, yeah. In my freshman year. My mom wanted me to go to the home coming dance, not stag, so she set me up with one of her friends' daughters. Keep in mind that I wasn't out yet. Anyways, the girl kissed me, and- okay, don't judge me, but I imagined Leonardo Dicaprio..."
"LEO? Are you serious? That's hilarious!" As I laughed, he nodded in his own disbelief of himself.
"Yeah, and then, she wanted to have sex with me, so I told her I couldn't, and she asked why, and I said it was because she was a girl, and she said for me to just close my eyes." He began laughing hysterically then, and I kept laughing and snorting and trying to catch my breath.
"Well, did you?" I finally said, jokingly.
"Of course not. Actually, two years later I lost my virginity to her brother."

I lost it again and started laughing, but then stopped, because I was thinking of Louis having sex. I was quiet for a second, then thought of it again, and felt extremely hot and turned away from him.

"You okay?"
"Oh... um... yeah. I'm... I was just... never mind."
"You look flushed."
"Yeah."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Nothing." I said much too fast.
"Oh. Oh..."
"What?" I asked, again, too fast.
"Nothin." He said, smirking.
"What?!" I said louder.
"You were thinking about me."
"No..."
"Yes... you were thinking of something very... um... haha."
"I wasn't thinking about sex!" I said, then realized my mistake. He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me.
"I never said anything about sex..."

I felt my face get even hotter, and I opened my mouth to talk, but shut it, as I couldn't find any words.

"It's okay," He said, walking closer to me. "I don't blame you," He was now so close I could feel his breath on me. "I'm just irresistible." He put his hands on my chest as he spoke, and slowly looked up at me. I grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to me, our chests were smushed together and he put his arms on my shoulders.

"Go on then," He began. "You want to so bad." His voice was raspy when he uttered the few words. I kissed him hard, and pulled back. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me forward, then he kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. The cool tide rolled in and I felt it on my bare ankles and feet. We kept on doing this for a few minutes before he backed up, his hands still on my chest, and said:

"We should swim. I have towels in the trunk."
"What? In our clothes?"
"No. Are you wearing underwear?"
"Umm..." I didn't know how to answer that. Yes Louis, I am. Tight spandex underwear that were not boxers.
"So no?" He asked.
"I am." I said.
"Then let's get in." He pulled his shirt off, and I did the same. Then his pants. I didn't want to take my pants off, but I did. The only plus to having these girly tight undies is that they make my butt look good. He had a very nice bum, however, no competition, and I turned around to see him smiling wide.

"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." He said, turning away.
"I know that these are kind of ridiculous, but they're really comfy and-"
"You look like an Abercrombie model, Harry. You look sexy. I have literally nothing bad to say about them. Trust me." I smirked at him and waded into the water. He swam over to me, and put his arms up on my shoulders again. I was sitting on a flat rock, and I pulled him on top of me. I didn't think it was a bad idea until I remembered that he turns me on, and that he'd be on my lap while doing so.
        He kissed me, finally, and then put his knees on the rock, so that he was on top of me, except I had to look up to see him. He played with some pieces of my hair, intertwining them in his fingers. I kissed his neck, occasionally sucking on parts of it, and I guess I'd hit a sensitive spot there, because he tilted his head back, let go of my hair, and moaned quietly. I looked up, and remembering my place, did it to him again. He said finally between squeals:

"You. Are. Making. Me. Crazy."

I said:

"Good."
The more he liked it, the more aroused I became. He had his hands on my neck, and slouched down, his butt on my lap. I accidentally gasped, and he knew I was getting turned on. He bounced up and down a little, and I grabbed his butt. I shut my eyes.

"My car's back seats fold down and I keep blankets in the trunk." He whispered. I grinned at him.
"What are we waiting for then?"