Hello Readers,
I want to apologize for taking nearly four weeks to publish this story. Life became busy and it took up my time.
However, I am back!
Thank you to everyone who has continued to read, comment, rate, and send feedback! I love all of you and 100% appreciate the support. Thank you to those who contacted me the past few weeks with support and encouragement to continue the story. Last but not least, thank you to Todger65 for editing this chapter!
Now enough of that and let me direct you to --- Chapter 7!!!
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I laid in Kyle's bed relaxing after a repeat of the night before. After Ashley's text, Kyle and I ended up making out and one thing led to another. I turned over and buried my face into his pillow, taking in his scent and loving it. I would stay here forever if I could. I listened as the water to the shower shut off and watched Kyle emerge from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. I smiled when he appeared; I could not get enough of his body. There was something about him that no matter what, I wanted to jump him. Is that normal? I'm not sure, but I was not going to complain about it. Kyle grinned in return as he walked towards me. He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth and lightly nipped it sending shivers down my spine. I shook my head at him when his grinned turned wicked, I knew what was on his mind. There was no way I could go another round, my energy was spent and I was in need of more.
"No," I told him gently before explaining that I needed food.
"You're right. Why don't we get dressed and meet in the kitchen? I'll look around and see what I can make," he agreed.
After dressing, I made my way to the kitchen. The smell of french toast was in the air and my mouth started to water. I entered the kitchen in time to see Kyle putting the food onto two plates and walk to the island where he had laid out butter, syrup, and two glasses of orange juice. I hopped into my seat excited to dig in. Kyle is an amazing cook. Everything he makes seems to come out amazing and without flaws. I always felt a slight bit of jealousy when he cooked because I failed at making noodles, don't ask me how, I just did.
I was almost finished eating when Kyle asked if I had any plans today. I didn't. I figured Ashley would be home by now and imagined spending my day doing homework. Now with her gone for another day and Kyle to myself, I was more than open to doing anything.
"No plans except to spend time with you," I answered, eating the last bite of my food and following it by finishing my orange juice.
"I was trying to figure out something for us to do that didn't require us spending the whole day inside. However, I have no objections to us spending the day here," he said with a big smile.
"Did you have anything in mind?" I asked. Like Kyle, I had no issues with remaining inside but going out sounded nice and there was so much I had yet to see of California.
"It's a bit out of the way...almost six hours actually, but Ashley told me you wanted to see the Golden Gate Bridge? I originally thought I'd take you around LA but I know Ashley, Cole, and Zachary took you around the area before school started. I'm not sure what all you have done," Kyle explained.
"A mini road trip to Golden Gate Bridge sounds fun. It is still early enough so we can leave soon and get there mid-afternoonish, right? Did you have anything in mind as far as how long we will be there and when we will head back? I really don't want to be driving in the middle of the night to get home," I expressed a little concern. I knew driving home wouldn't be an issue but hated the idea of driving so late when we would most likely be tired.
"How would you feel about getting a hotel room?" he raised his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
"Mmm that doesn't sound like a bad idea," I grinned, excited for the trip ahead of us.
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Kyle and I each packed a bag for the trip and were on the road. I settled back into the passenger seat of Kyle's black corvette. I am in love with this car and even stated so to Kyle, who smiled and applied pressure to the gas. At the rate Kyle was driving we would probably get to the bridge in under six hours. He had a lead foot but made his way through traffic with ease. I toyed with the radio trying to find something we would both like, after searching and coming up empty, I used my cell phone and plugged in a playlist of rock music.
We held hands over the center console, making small talk along the way. Every time I looked over at Kyle, I wanted nothing more than to kiss him and have him naked again. My whole body felt new to me, with the desire for sex taking over. I could not imagine having anyone else to be with. Kyle would catch me staring a few times and ask me what was up but I'd just shake my head and smile and turn my attention outside the passenger window. He would give my hand a small squeeze and continue driving.
We arrived at the bridge in five hours instead of six and drove over it. I opened my window and stuck my head out to see better. The bridge looked amazing and pictures really didn't do it justice. The ocean under the bridge was glistening against the afternoon sun. I was about to take pictures for my mom when Kyle said I should wait until we walk across it. I turned in my seat and squealed in excitement. I didn't plan on walking across but that was even better. I am now grateful I wore sneakers instead of flip-flops. Kyle laughed at my reaction and sped ahead to the other side of the bridge towards the hotel he had gotten us.
At the hotel, we checked in and had a young teenager escort us to our room. The room was simple but had a king size bed sitting in the center with a soft plushy comforter that felt like a cloud across it. I fell backwards onto the bed and stretched, the car ride left me feeling cramped and in need of relaxing my muscles.
Kyle thanked the teenager and closed the door before climbing onto the bed next to me. He lay on his side and propped his head in his hand. I looked up at him with a smile. He winked at me and I suddenly felt a cool hand slip under my shirt and lightly graze my side. I glanced at his lips and back to his eyes, he got the hint and leaned in for a kiss.
"We should probably go check out the bridge; if we continue to lay here and kiss, we will never leave this room," Kyle said.
"Awww," I pouted jokingly, knowing he was right.
We gathered what we would need to cross the bridge before heading out. After parking at the Golden Gate Bridge Parking lot, we started walking.
"How far were you thinking we would walk?" I asked taking pictures when we reached the bridge.
"I will leave that up to you. The bridge is 1.7 miles long, Erin. If we walk the entire length, you will need to double that because we have to walk back to the car.
"How about we just decide when were done and enjoy the walk and view?" I decided.
Kyle nodded in agreement and intertwined our hands together. I loved the feeling of our hands together; like a real couple. I knew when we returned home tomorrow this was going to come to an end since we would be around people who knew us. I was going to enjoy this moment and this trip as much as I could.
In the end and a ton of pictures later, I managed to lead Kyle all the way across the bridge. The view was from the bridge was amazing and the pictures proved it. We took some together and a couple included us kissing. We got some odd looks, assuming it was due to our obvious age differences, but ignored it.
We took a break and rested up when we reached the end. There was a small rest stop with bathrooms and a statue of a lone sailor with a tall duffle bag. I snapped a picture of that while we sat to regroup. I glanced at the bridge, admiring the beauty of it; I couldn't get enough of the structure.
We crossed back faster than when we first crossed, more pictures taken but many repeats. I was so thankful when we finally reached the Corvette because my feet were killing me. I dropped onto the passenger seat and sighed in relief. I glanced at the clock and realized it took us three hours to cross the bridge, including our break time. Now I was hungry and in need of a serious foot massage. I can't remember the last time I walked so much.