Teacher | Ashton Irwin

Thirty Six

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I rushed out the door. I had literally been able to throw on Ashton's red and black flannel, ripped, skinny, black jeans and my vans. He said we needed to leave now so I did.

He grabbed my hand and ran to his car, trailing me along. I jumped into the passenger seat and barely got my seatbelt on before he pulled away from the hotel quickly.

I panted, "What was that?"

"I didn't really want to pay and the receptionist always leaves for an hour at 8am," he chuckled, "Plus, the beach takes five minutes to get to but we aren't going to that one."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because I don't want to be seen. Plus, there's a nicer one about a half hour away. Nobody goes to it," he smiled.

He was right. Around half an hour later, we were walking along the wooden path that surrounded the beach. I honestly didn't think that this was the best idea. If there was even just one pretty girl in a bikini, he would make me jealous.

There was about 10 people on the beach. There was a family of four, a teenage couple and... Four girls that looked about 19. Of course, they were in bikinis with their nice bodies and pretty faces.

Ashton sat down in quite a remote area, except the girls but they were in the middle so they were pretty unavoidable.

I stood up and looked around. My eyes searching for a shop. I saw an old, run-down surf shack type of hut. I said, "I'll only be a minute."

I made my way over. There was a very attractive guy there. He was tall, had a blond quiff, piercing blue eyes but best of all, he was shirtless. Even though I have Ashton, I could help but smirk to myself as I saw his abs and- oh my word, v-lines.

I stood in front of the counter. He looked at me and a wide smile spread across his face. "Hello. What's a beautiful girl like yourself looking for?" He smiled cutely.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Ashton looking at me, straining his neck to see the guy I was talking to. I smiled, "Any bikinis?"

"Sure," he turned round to a rack of black bikinis. "I don't mean to be rude but what size do you think you would be?"

"I'm a bra size 32D?" I suggested.

"Impressive," he muttered to himself. He turned around, holding a plain, halter neck, black bikini. He set it down on the counter and smiled, "£8 please?"

I handed him the money and picked the bikini up. I hesitated before I asked, "It sounds really weird but could I maybe get changed in here?"

He chuckled, "Sure. You can just hide behind the boards at the back."

I smiled, "Thank you." I walked in and hid behind the boards. I took all my clothes off, leaving them in a heap on the floor. I slid the bikini bottom and top on but I couldn't tie it at the neck. I picked up my clothes in one hand and held the strings up to stop myself from flashing him.

I walked in front of the counter and turned my back to him. I asked, "Could you tie this for me?"

"Sure," he smiled. He leaned over the counter and tied the strings.

I turned to face him, "Thanks for that."

"No problem," he said. I turned to walk off when he said, "I'm Keith by the way."

"Rachel," I smiled. I walked away. The sand felt amazing in between my toes as I walked.

I dropped my clothes in a heap beside Ashton. He looked up at me and asked, "Who was he?"

"The guy who works there, Keith," I smiled, "Don't be jealous. Does this bikini look okay?"

He smirked, "Perfect. Why do you have to be on your period when I want you most?"

"It's shit," I giggled. "Why are you fully clothed? Let's go into the water."

"I don't have trunks," he said.

I smiled, "I'll buy you some. Two minutes." I jogged over to the shack again.

He looked at me and smirked, "Back for more?"

"Um," I thought of the two ways I could process that, "I came to get swimming trunks for my boyfriend, Ashton."

I waved at Ashton and so did Keith. Of course ashton did the most fake smile to Keith. I rolled my eyes, "So can I get them or not?"

He turned around and brought out a pair of black trunks, not speedos so we're sweet. He smiled, "£6 please."

I gave him the money and took the shorts. I made my way over to Ashton and threw the shorts at him. I begged, "Change so we can get in the water, please?"

"Where can I change without flashing people?" He chuckled. I pointed to a row of hedges. He stood up and said, "Two minutes." He walked off.

I sat down and looked at the beach. A girl with long, wavy, black hair jogged over to me. She asked, "I don't want to seem rude but are you with him?"

"Ashton?" I asked shocked, "Yeah. Sorry, he's my boyfriend." I tried smiling but I couldn't pull off a very convincing one.

"Oh sorry," she giggled before walking back to her friends.

What she for real? I immediately felt jealous. I turned to behind me and grabbed Ashton's flannel that I was previously wearing and put my arms through the sleeves, leaving it unbuttoned.

Ashton walked back. He had just the shorts on, nothing else. He set his clothes beside mine and smiled down at me, "You coming or not?"

He held out his hand and I took it. we both ran down the beach, towards the sea. The water was nice and warm. He continued to run in until the surface was just under my breasts. I said, "I'm sorry for getting your flannel wet."

"No worries," he smiled. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing our bodies together, "You look hot in my clothes. why are you wearing it now anyway?"

"Slightly cold," I lied. He kissed my lips softly. I smiled, "All better."

We both turned to face the splashing sounds. It was the four girls, playing with a beach ball in the water.

Ashton grinned, "I want to go further out."

"But this is already high enough," I frowned.

He put his hands on the back of my thighs and I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He continued to walk out further, holding under my ass to keep me up.

Just then, a beach ball hit my back. Ashton smiled at the girls and called, "is this yours?"

The girl that approached me earlier made her way over to us. She smiled, "Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you two."

"No worries," Ashton smiled, "What are you girls playing?"

"A volleyball type game, you want to play?" She suggested.

Before I could say no, Ashton chirped, "We would love to."