Chapter Twelve
For the next few days the young lovers did not have much time to be alone together. Bryan was quite busy getting ahead on his correspondence courses. Due to the holiday, and the ensuing preparations and all the time spent with family he had gotten a bit behind the schedule he had set for himself. Keionna, meanwhile was working hard at the Lodge helping her Uncle Cormac. She felt a bit guilty for abandoning him during the American Holiday. She had not realized how busy things got around the lake during this high point of the summer season.
Cormac assured her that it was okay. He heartily approved of her developing relationship with young Master Bryan Andrews. Keionna immersed herself into the various tasks that contributed to the success of a restaurant like the Lodge. She had begun to think she might like to pursue a career in the hospitality industry, maybe even opening a place similar to Uncle Cormac's Lodge.
Bryan would call her each morning after his workout on the lake. They would chat briefly about their day and then Bryan would get focused on his school work. In the evening after he had finished the chores at the cabin he had assigned for himself, Bryan would head over to the Lodge. Often taking the Maristar, occasionally biking, he would arrive just before the dinner hour. He took to helping Cormac at the bar, serving drinks and seating diners. Keionna was busy waitressing or helping Little John in the kitchen. The other staff would smile at how often the two young lovers would brush by each other. Touching a shoulder, patting a waist here, grabbing an arm there, or just mooning at the other. Their flirtations never got in the way of their work, yet the obvious fascination with the other was quite humorous to the older, experienced adults.
At the end of the evening Cormac would often have to shove the two out the back door. "Now you go and have some quality time with that bonnie lass, boyo. Show my niece here how nice us simple Americans are. Eh?" With a twinkle in his eye, he would firmly shut the door and shut off the porch lights.
The couple would wander down the path towards the pier, inevitably ending up dangling their feet in the water on the end of the pier. A lot of cuddling and kissing would go on while the two basked in the growing warmth and seriousness of their relationship.
Keionna told Bryan more about her life back in Ireland, her childhood, school stories, girlfriends, and her growing interest in managing a place like the lodge. For his part, Bryan talked a lot about his family and similar stories of school experiences in the states and how that contrasted to Keionna's. Not that talking was the main thing that occupied their time.
Bryan always marveled at the changes in Keionna's eyes as the moonlight reflected off the water and played with the shadows on her face. He often stopped her mid-sentence with a light kiss on the mouth. One kiss was never enough. Bryan would try and hold back, yet the sweet sensation of her lips under his drove him crazy. He would lean back slightly, see the smoke rising in her eyes, and press his lips to hers again. Her mouth would part slightly inviting his tongue to explore her mouth. Soon the light kiss became a hungry devouring of each other. Hands that had sat quietly in their laps would soon be pulling at the other's shoulders. Bryan would cup the base of Keionna's skull and pull her tighter to him. His mouth sucking ravenously at her, slowly trying to inhale the completeness of her essence. Keionna would run her hands back and forth on his chest. Sometimes seizing a fistful of fabric as the need overcame her. She wanted to surrender herself completely to this strange, gentle, and scarred American boy. Memories of his manhood buried in her body reminded Keionna this was no boy, this man had captured her body and soul.
One weeknight in mid-July they found themselves firmly dismissed from the Lodge much earlier than usual. The dinner crowd had been very light that evening. Cormac and Angie insisted they had things well in hand. After walking the path along the shore, Keionna and Bryan found themselves on a secluded little cove just off the main swimming beach by the town. While they could hear the light noise coming from the main drag, there were no streetlights illuminating the water. Trees and bushes grew right down to the water's edge. Just across from them was a small island on the lake. Too small for any buildings, it ws covered in old forest growth. Looking around Bryan noticed that he could not see the piers or windows of any of the houses nearby. Despite being 50 yards from Lodge, they were completely isolated.
Keionna found a comfortable deadfall to sit on and taking Bryan's hand, they sat down to watch the setting sun's reflections dance on the waves. Sensing the change in mood, Bryan straddled the log so that he could pull Keionna closer. Leaning in, he slowly inhaled the clean female scent of his red-haired princess. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she turned towards him eyes closed. Their lips met in a shock of electric current. Keionna's hands rose to bury themselves in Bryan's hair. Their lips locked in a pulsing, playful battle; they soon lost awareness of the outside world.
Bryan's hands stroked Keionna's ribcage as their passion heated up. She had on a thin patterned blouse with many tiny buttons down the front. Bryan's fingers trailed lines of liquid fire up and down her sides. Tracing patterns on her back and shoulders as Keionna's full lips demanded more and more from her lover.
Not taking his mouth from hers, Bryan began to trace lazy circles and curlicues over Keionna's stomach. His hands worked their way up her torso, exploring the curves of her bust. She could feel the skin over her breasts tighten and flush. Her nipples grew engorged as Bryan's hands tantalized her heaving chest. Never actually landing on the erect points, he would sketch out erotic paths over her bosom.
Catching his lower lip between her teeth, Keionna grimaced, "Stop slaggin' me already and take hold of them diddies!" Bryan just chuckled deep in his throat and kept his touch light. He worked his way up to the top button and popped it open.
"Yes!" declared the vixen, rewarding Bryan with another dart of her tongue into his mouth.
Bryan took over five minutes, gradually loosening each button, finally reaching the bottom of Keionna's blouse, by this point she was panting with desire. Her hands were filled with fistfuls of Bryan's hair. She leaned into him, trying to press her aching nipples against his chest. He held her back, still keeping his lips firmly engaged with hers.
His nimble fingers found the clasp of her bra in the front. He paused and looked her closely in the eye.
"Well? Don't wait for an invitation boyo," Keionna panted back, her lips eagerly seeking to regain contact with his.
