The Dip and the Resurface

Part 11

Tyler

We were sitting at the bar counter with two cups of coffee in front us when I noticed that people kept bumping into Ivy. She didn't seemed annoyed by it but it gave me a good excuse to ask her if she wanted to go somewhere a little more private.

She nodded eagerly, and emptied her cup of coffee with a groan, "damn, that was burning hot," she whispered quietly and touched her bottom lip with her index finger.

I laughed a little at her stupidity and she nudged me playfully with her elbow.

"I want to show you my place," she said as we stepped outside.

"I thought it was up for renovations?"

"I just said that because I wanted to go to your hotel," she laughed.

"Wow, you're good! I had no idea you were such a good actress."

She did a small curtsey and said, "I used to lie a lot when I was a kid."

"Yeah? What's the most elaborate lie you have ever told?"

She started laughing, "I have told everyone that I'm a bad liar so I can lie when it really counts."

I shot my head back in a loud laugh, "I had no idea that you were so scheming!"

"As I told you I'm bad to the bone," she mimicked her words from the green room a few days ago.

"I'm starting to see it," I said, "so which way are we going?"

"Well, since I was stupid enough to bring my bike, we can't take a taxi."

"So we have to walk?" I didn't really know London that well, but right now we were close to river Thames and I knew that Wembley - the stadium I knew she lived close to - was far off.

"You're allowed to bring your bike on the tube outside rush hour, so I thought we could just do that."

"The tube? What is a tube?"

"The subway," she said, mimicking my American accent before she went back to her normal British one (that I adored), "learn some proper English, you yankee!"

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As she unlocked the door to her apartment, she started apologising, "I'm sure you're used to living in a mansion in America, but rent is really expensive in London and I don't make that much money, so my place is kind of small..."

As I took in her tiny two-bedroom apartment, I couldn't help but smile, "My first apartment was half this size and I lived there with Josh."

"How's that even possible?" she asked me.

I shrugged, "I know he seems intolerable at times but he's actually quite tidy and he always makes me laugh."

"Not living with Josh!" She laughed, "I mean living two people in such close quarters."

"Oh, of course," I laughed, "we made it work." I took in her small living room, "I like the blue couch."

"Thanks! Go ahead and yourself at home in it," she said, "I think I'm going to make myself a snack - do you want anything?"

"A snack? Now? We just ate."

"But I'm hungry," she said with puppy eyes, "Just some pasta or something."

Damn she was cute! "None for me, thanks.. But you should definitely go for it!"

In the ten minutes Ivy was gone, I texted Josh a quick update on how everything was going and I let him know that I was probably going to spend the night here. Or at least I hoped so.

When she emerged in the doorframe to the living room, she was carrying two bowls of pasta, "I know you said you didn't want any but I made you some just in case you've changed your mind. You don't have to eat it," she handed me one of the bowls and sat down on the couch beside me.

"You're having plain pasta? No sauce or anything?"

She shook her head while slurping on a noodle from the bowl, "I love pasta!" she laughed, "any kind of pasta, really."

"You love any kind of food," I laughed and threw a spaghetti in her face, "I bet there's a fat girl trapped inside you."

She laughed, "I know! I hear that your metabolism goes to shit around the time you turn thirty, and until then, I'm not giving in!  I have to enjoy it while I can - All of a sudden it's gonna show."

I shrugged, "that wouldn't be so terrible.."

"What?" she laughed.

"I mean, I bet you'd still be gorgeous."

"You think I'm gorgeous?" she looked taken aback.

"Are you kidding me? You don't see it?"

She put the bowl of spaghetti down on the sofa table, and moved closer to me, "you really think I'm gorgeous?" she repeated.

I wanted to tell her exactly how beautiful I thought she was but I all I did was nod uncomfortably.

"I really like you, Tyler," she said with a sudden serious expression on her face, "and right now I want to kiss you so bad."

"What are you waiting for?" I said, looking at her lips.

She crawled on top of me with a knee on each side of my legs. She looked from my eyes to my lips and then back into my eyes while I caressed her thighs with my palms.

"Are you gonna stay the night?" she asked me.

"Only if you want me to.."

"Please," she whispered before she closed the distance between our lips.

The kiss started out as innocent and sweet but soon evolved into a combustion of passion and lust. It only took her a few seconds to pull her t-shirt over her head, leaving her topless as she hadn't been wearing a bra.

"Didn't want you in the same situation as the other night," she laughed.

With a grin, I took off my hoodie and t-shirt to get to the same level as she was.

"I love your tattoos," she said as she leaned in and kissed my pecs. Never in my life had I been more proud of them.

I leaned in and kissed her neck while my hands fumbled with the button of her jeans. When I finally got it open, I reached my hands around her back and threw her down on the cushions beside me. I grabbed the lining of her jeans and pulled them down her thighs and over her ankles.

She was writhing underneath me in just her panties when she pulled me down for a kiss.

"Take yours off as well," she whispered against my ear when she released me.

I nodded, and stripped myself of my Adidas slacks, before I plopped down on the couch next to her.

"You're not gonna run away again, are you?" I asked her.

She shook her head, "Not this time. I promise. I want you so bad," she whispered, giving me goosebumps.

I started kissing her down her throat, chest, and stomach, before stopping right above the lining of her lace panties. I hitched two fingers on each side of the elastic band before looking up at her, waiting for some sort of approval.

She gave me a small nod and I took that as my cue to pull her panties down slowly, while kissing the back of her knees and ankle joints.

As I dipped back down to kiss her again, she put a palm on my chest, "bedroom?"

She giggled as I pulled her on her feet and through the tiny apartment to her bedroom.