Page 41 of The Biker's Virgin
“Want to take a walk? We can discuss Orwellian theories.”
Olivia laughed. “Sure,” she responded before she had time to second guess it.
As they headed off along the beach, the hot summer breeze quickly evaporated the water from their bodies. Tanner was surprisingly well-read and extremely hot, just the kind of guy Olivia thought was out of her league. He was in college on a soccer scholarship, but he actually cared about the courses he was taking, and was one of the few players to maintain a high GPA. Olivia enjoyed their conversation, but started to notice that Tanner was extremely boastful. He seemed to be really good at talking about himself, and after half an hour she noticed that he hadn’t asked her anything about herself. She found her mind drifting to Blaine and how his eyes looked into hers when he asked her about her music and her passions. She should’ve felt more excited about walking along the beach with the star centre, but the butterflies that rose up in her stomach whenever she saw or thought about Blaine weren’t responding to Tanner’s presence. The more he talked about himself, the more she grew bored. Her mind ran to other things, like practicing for her audition, and what she was going to have for dinner.
“We should get back,” she interrupted him.
Tanner turned to her and stepped in close. He put his hand behind her head and kissed her. It caught Olivia totally off guard and she pulled back. She tried to look into Tanner’s eyes, but he was staring down at her chest.
“Is everything ok?” he asked.
Olivia remembered what Maddie had said about getting under someone else. ‘Might as well give it a try’ she thought to herself and stepped in to him. She wrapped her arms around his taut waist and tilted her head back to accept Tanner’s lips. The kiss was nice at first. It didn’t ignite a fire in her belly, but it was pleasant. Then Tanner started to get more aggressive, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, like a lizard’s. She tried to back off, but Tanner pulled her in close, and in one swift, well practiced action, yanked her bikini string to expose her breasts to the hot summer air. He grabbed and kneaded her breast while he tried to kiss her. ‘Nope.’ Olivia thought to herself. She leaned back and pushed Tanner’s shoulder as hard as she could.
“I want to go back.”
“Oh, come on baby. We’re just getting started.”
“I’m leaving.” Olivia turned to walk away, fumbling to tie up her bikini string.
Tanner grabbed her by the forearm. “You’re into it. I know that you are.” He gripped her arm tightly and Olivia started to get scared.
“I’m just not feeling well,” she lied, trying to diffuse the situation.
Tanner eased up his grip on her arm and grabbed her by the wrist, forcing her hand to the front of his boardshorts. Olivia could feel his erection, thick and hard, straining at the front of his shorts. “Look at what you did to me.”
Olivia recoiled and pulled her hand out of his grip.
“I don’t want to have anything to do with you – or that.”
“Fucking cocktease.” Tanner stormed off angrily down the beach. He stopped, turned back and shouted, “Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position right now?”
When she was certain that he wasn’t coming back, Olivia sank to the sand, pulled her knees in close and cried, letting the full body sobs overtake her body. She didn’t know how long she was there before she felt her sister’s arms as they wrapped a towel around her.
