Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Isaac and I had a wonderful dinner, and then we walked along the shore, perfect with moonlight. It was almost like it was out of a cheesy romance novel or movie, but yet so perfect. I will admit, no guy has ever walked the beach with me at night. That's one of my favorite things to do. I'll walk down to the beach, and just walk, or sit, for long amounts of time after midnight. Everything takes on a different quality at night, and it's so peaceful and serene. I'm straying from my topic. I'm sure you're much more interested in what was going ON on the beach. Isaac and I had sat down on the shore, actually, I sat down on his jacket, he sat on the sand, and we looked out over the ocean, joking and talking. I admitted to him of my obsession a few years ago when I was a teen-ager, and he admitted he had seen all of my movies, and owned the ones that were on tape. We sat and talked together for quite a long time, looking up at the moon & stars, and out over the ocean.

“What time is it?” I asked, knowing we had been out there quite a long time.

“Around 2:30.” He said nonchalantly. He then looked over at me. “Do you need to get back?” I shook my head, knowing full well I had to wake up at 8:00 to start another day of production. I stood up and walked to the edge of the water. I lifted up my skirt a little, and waded in. Isaac was behind me, still on dry land, watching me as I walked around in the water. “What are you doing?” He asked, laughing slightly.

“I love the ocean. Ever since I was little. Even though I've lived out here for quite a while, I still can't get sick of the beach. It's so beautiful, especially at night.” I said in a quiet voice, looking up at the stars.

“Aren't you afraid of what you can't see in the water?”

“It's only ankle deep. I highly doubt there is anything in here that could hurt me.” I said as-a-matter-of-factly. “Come on. Come out here.” I pushed, motioning for him at the same time. He hesitated. “Chicken?” He rolled his eyes and yanked off his shoes and socks. He rolled up his pants, and waded in. I was walking towards him when my foot got stuck in the sand. I fell forward, and almost into the water had Isaac not jumped forward himself and caught me. I was hovering above the water, my skirt wet up to my thighs in the front. Isaac helped me stand myself back up, but left his hands on my waist. I looked up at him. “Thanks Ike.”

“No problem Jackie.” He whispered in a husky voice. He kept looking down at me. His hands moved up my back and pulled me against him. All of a sudden his lips were pressed against mine with incredible force. I melted into the kiss, and parted my lips. His tongue was mingled with mine in no time flat. I forgot we were standing shin deep in the ocean until a rather large wave crashed around us, and almost sent us toppling into the water. We laughed and trudged to the shore, me dripping wet from thighs down, and shivering because of the cold water and slinky top. I picked up the cowboy hat and we walked back towards the parking lot. Isaac moved to open my door, but I leaned against it, and put my hand around the back of his neck. I pulled him down to me and kissed him again. He braced himself on the side of the car with one hand, the other arm wrapped around my waist as he pressed me against the door. I had by now wrapped both arms around his neck. He pulled away after a moment. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” I said and stepped away from the car so he could open the door. I slid inside and he ran around the car and hopped in. My hand was resting on my wet leg as he started the car. He reached over and wound his fingers with mine, leaving our hands resting on the gear shift together as we drove the short distance back to my house. I climbed out of the car, and Isaac walked me to our front door.

“I had a blast tonight.” He said, caressing my bare arm. I smiled at him from beneath the cowboy hat.

“So did I. Would you like to come in for a while? I'm sure Amber won't care.” I said, hoping he would say yes. He smiled and nodded, and I unlocked the door and showed him inside. He whistled as he stepped into our large foyer. I will admit, we did have quite a nice house. I walked into the living room, him following me. I kicked off my shoes. “I'm going to go change out of these wonderfully wet clothes. Be back in a minute.” I said, heading towards the staircase. I hopped up the stairs 2 at a time and dashed into my room. I pulled on a pair of orange corduroy pants, and a white tank top, and went back downstairs. Isaac was sitting on the couch, looking around at all our funky objects we had. I sat on the arm of our fluffy green leather couch next to him.

“You guys certainly have odd tastes.” He said, still looking around. Our house with filled with little oddities. Amber had a thing for Gargoyles, and I loved anything weird and obscure. Our house rather resembled one of those psychic parlors you'd walk in to, our kind of looked like an occult shop. People always got creeped out.

“We like to be eccentric.” I said with a small laugh. I ran my hand through my hair, smoothing out some of the curls. Isaac put his hand on my thigh.

“You know,” He said, running his hand up and down my leg, “I think I like you better in these clothes.” He smiled. “Out of these would be better though.” He mumbled under his breath, thinking I wouldn't hear. I smiled and pinched his arm. “What?!”

“I heard that, pervert.” I said as he pulled me down into his lap. He nuzzled my neck, kissing it softly, and latched his arms around my waist. I tipped my head back to expose more skin. I was sitting on his lap, my back to him, and he began kissing my shoulder. One of his hands moved and rubbed along my thigh. He got daring, and brought the other hand up to my breast and began to caress it, still kissing and sucking on my neck and shoulder. I grinded against his lap, and could feel him start to harden. I slid off his lap to the cushion beside him, and laid back, taking him with me. He positioned himself comfortably between my legs and pressed his lips to mine. Our mouths opened and tongues met in an explosion of red passion. He rubbed against me, one hand still cupping my breast, the other hand bracing himself above my head. He slipped his hand under my top and over my warm skin. I pushed him up, and yanked off my top. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. He tossed it to the side, somewhere near my shirt, and kissed me roughly again.

I heard movement on the stairs, and Isaac stopped dead. I pushed him back and peaked over the couch. Amber walked into the kitchen. “It's just Amber.” I whispered. He nodded. Amber, obviously only half awake, came into the living room and sat on the love seat. She flipped on the T.V. That's when she looked over. I smiled at her from under Isaac's shirtless body.

“Ooops!” She said, laughing and standing up. “Sorry guys.” She laughed some more and left the room quickly. I began to laugh too, as did Isaac.

“Well, I think that just ruined the mood.” He said, looking down into my eyes. I smiled and kissed his lips gently. “I should get going.” He said, climbing off of me.

“You don't have to leave. It's late.” I said, hoping he would stay here. “It's a Friday night, we're not shooting tomorrow.”

“I don't have to go in tomorrow either.” He said.

“So stay here tonight.” I said, looking at him as he stood above me.

“Ok.” He said. I stood up and grabbed his hand. We moved up the stairs and into my bedroom. I changed out of my pants into a pair of flannel pajama pants, and put on a sports bra. Isaac pulled off his pants so he was in his boxers. I climbed into my bed, and Isaac followed me. He crawled under the covers with me, and pulled me against him. Our legs managed to tangle together, his arms wrapped around me, and we were asleep.