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Logan and Lauren

By: Bizzy_Bish



Logan Chadwick was what lots of girls would find attractive, me being no exception. He was 6'2 and 215 lbs (according to the Crystal Bend Gargoyle's Football Roster). He had dirty blond hair and emerald green eyes. He was attractive, no doubt, but there were things about him that I hated. I loathed the way he walked the halls, acting as if he owned the school and the city, for that matter. Crystal Bend, Oklahoma is a small, mining city that's about an hour and a half away from the Red River; his family owned the mines, the lifeblood of the town which means that, indirectly, he did own the town and he knew it. That's how he got in this position, the position where he needed me.

My older brother, Dillon, played football with him from the time Logan was a freshman until Dillon graduated last year. Dillon would make jokes about how Logan was a white boy that felt entitled to everything because he was rich and white, and our stepdad, James would remind him that it was wrong to badmouth his teammate and one of James' players; James was the head football coach. Dillon was right, though, Logan oozed entitlement and it was sickening. Imagine my surprise when Logan Chadwick, Mr. Hot Shot Jock, walked up to me, Lauren Jameson, Madame Bookworm, and said "I need you." Well, honestly, I about slapped him across the face until I realized that he meant an actual favor. 

"What do you need, Logan?" I asked, without even looking up from the books in my locker.

"I have extremely low "D"s in both English and Biology," he said in that snooty voice that I hate so much.

"I don't see how that's my problem," I said, fumbling around in my locker, uninterested.

"Well, honestly, Lauren, if I don't pass these classes, it's the whole town's problem because I won't be able to play," he stated confidently, stealing a peek at himself in my locker mirror.

"Logan, I hate to break it to you but this is Crystal Bend, Oklahoma. Whether you pass or fail your classes does not make or break anything for anyone but you! Hell, even if you pass, who's to say if you're even good enough to make it in a bigger place, like college? This may be as far as you go!" I fumed, it was completely out of my nature to be a bitch, but this guy made it hard not to be.

I waited for a snide little remark. When it didn't come, I was concerned. I looked up just in time to see a hurt look on his face. 'Wow, he has a heart,' I thought to myself.

"Lauren, listen, I really need your help to pass these classes. You are the smartest person here! You've only been getting straight A's since the womb. Coach Jameson told me to ask you and see if you'd give me a shot. If you help me, I would gladly compensate you for your time." His green eyes pleaded with me, a guy at the end of his rope.

"Aw, hell! Fine, I'll do it but I do have a few rules while we do this," I said, cursing myself for my soft heart. Dillon's words: 'Entitled White Boy' floated in my thoughts for a second. White, black, red, or yellow, his money was green.

"Shoot!" he said, relieved and just as surprised as I was that I agreed to help him.

"I know you have practice after school until about six, right?" I asked. He nodded and I continued: "I work at the library in town until eight; you can meet me there for help. I don't trust you to keep your word, which is why I won't make any extra plans to help you out, if you do your part and keep your word, we can meet at other, less formal locations. If we have plans to meet and you stand me up for ANY reason, the deal's off, you can fail and I won't lose any sleep over it, deal?"

He pretended to think over my conditions, though he knew he had no choice but to submit. "Deal. Thanks again, Lauren! Hey, can I meet you today? I know it's a little short notice but I have a Biology test in two days." He shot me a perfect, white smile.

"That's fine, I'll be there anyway. Bring your books, leave your attitude," I said, shutting my locker.

"Yes, Ma'am!" He said, mockingly, slipping a $50 bill in my hand and running off to catch up with his football buddies before I could say a word.

The rest of my day went by at a snail's pace; I couldn't help but find myself daydreaming about his white smile and those beautiful green eyes. He was so hot, I wondered what his ivory skin would look like pressed against mine, how his hands would feel as he rubbed all over my body...

"----Lauren?" Mrs. Oricelli asked, to my surprise.

"1.77245385," I stated, quickly spying the words "Square Root of Pi" with a blank next to it.

"Correct," she said, "I almost thought you were daydreaming. I should have known better."

The bell rang at that moment. I gathered my things and put them into my bag. I walked out of the classroom before Mrs. Oricelli could ask me anything else. I threw my bag into the passenger side of my blue 1999 Chevy Cavalier, getting in on the driver side. As I shut my door, Logan pulled up beside me in his shiny, black Lincoln Navigator.

"Don't forget about our date, Lauren," he called to me before speeding off to football practice.

Almost all of the students stared as he disappeared into the distance and then stared at me in disbelief.

"How dare he!" I fumed as I drove the narrow road into town.

I pulled up to the library and parked in my employee spot. I walked to the entrance and opened the door. Upon hearing the tell-tale jingling of the bell, my mother poked her head from behind the librarian's desk, her big brown eyes magnified by her horn-rimmed glasses.

"Hello, Ren, how was your day?" she asked, pulling me into a hug.

"It was okay, except for Logan Chadwick cornering me at my locker today and asking me to tutor him so he can play this season," I said as I twirled my hair.

"Well..." my mom began, "what did you say?"

"I told him I would. He's supposed to come here after football practice," I said matter-of-factly, leaving out my conditions for fear of a lecture on being rude. 

"Well, that was nice of you," Mama said, as she gathered her things. I nodded.

She was gone before three. Over the next few hours, I put away all the returned books and dusted all the shelves. After all, there's not much activity in a small town library. I sat down at the desk, books away, library clean, and lessons done for almost the next month. In my boredom, I didn't notice the sleep fall over me:

Logan walked into the library with his book bag. I looked at him with every ounce of disdain that I had for him but all he did was smile. 

"Don't be difficult, you want me just as bad as everyone else does," he said smugly, "you just want to play hard to get."

I got up to walk away from him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. I inhaled his peppermint breath and looked into his perfect green eyes.

"Let go of me!" I yelled, pulling against his grip but he was too strong. 

He picked me up as I kicked and screamed and he laid me on one of the tables in the lobby. He kissed my lips and I tasted the peppermint. I was scared, I knew he was going to take me, but this isn't how I pictured a common rape, he was smiling the whole time, flashing those perfect, white teeth. He ripped my white button-up blouse down the middle and snatched it off. My too-small bra left little for the imagination, as my breasts pressed against it. He reached behind me and unhooked the bra, freeing my heaving breasts. I began to shiver in fear of what was going to happen next.

He dove into my cleavage, licking and sucking my breasts, making his way to my nipples. I struggled and tried to pull free. With his right hand, he held my arms down and with his left he unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled them down to my thighs and began to rub my pussy through my panties. No man had ever touched my pussy and it made me feel really uncomfortable. He kissed me again, a deep kiss that eased some of my fears. I relaxed slightly but still struggled.

"That's it, relax," he whispered into my ear as he kissed my neck and slid my panties down.

I relaxed to the best of my ability, allowing him to nibble my earlobe and rub my now-bare pussy. A moan escaped my lips as he flicked my clit, my nipples were rock hard.

"Don't do this, Logan, please," I said as he pulled my pants down the rest of the way and spread my legs far apart. "I'm a virgin, please don't."

"We can fix that," he said as he removed his shirt, unzipped his pants, and placed his rock-hard cock at my entrance. "Plus, I've never had black pussy before."

I relaxed and closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, anticipating the pain. To my surprise, I felt his soft tongue on my clit. I opened my eyes and looked down; his stunning green eyes were looking back up at me. A moan left my throat as he sucked my clit and eased a finger into my tight cunt. 

"Tell me to stop if you want me to stop, Lauren," he said as he slid another finger inside me. I couldn't. I loved the way he was making me feel and that made me feel like a slut. "Tell me to stop," he growled as he increased the pace, finger-fucking my pussy into oblivion. Still, I remained speechless, opening my mouth only to moan louder and louder. "You are going to talk to me," he said, withdrawing his fingers and standing up. He began to get dressed, turning his back to me.

"No!" I said, catching us both off guard. He turned around and looked at me, naked, out of breath, and soaking wet.

"No, what?" he said, continuing to get dressed.

"No, don't stop. I kind of-," I began; he stared at me blankly, waiting for me to finish. "I liked it. I don't want you to stop."

"Do you want me?" he asked, looking down on me. I nodded. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked. I blushed. "Well, do you?" he asked once more. I nodded. "Well say it, then, say 'Logan, I want you to fuck me'."

I struggled with the thought of saying those words, the thought of it made me feel so nasty and slutty. Saying those words would give consent and I would no longer be the victim. Sensing my hesitation, he shrugged his shoulders and continued to dress himself.

"No! Logan! I want you to fuck me!" I said in my little girl voice.

"Are you sure?" he asked me, holding his letterman's jacket, ready to put in on. I nodded. He shook his head. "Say 'Yes, I'm sure; I want you to fuck me."

"Yes, I'm sure; I want you to fuck me." I said in that same God-forsaken voice. 

He began to disrobe before me. I watched as inch after sexy inch of his amazing, ivory body was revealed to me. He was perfect: broad shoulders, nice arms, strong thighs, chiseled chest and abs and a glorious cock. He was like something out of the movies. 

He walked over to me and repositioned my legs far apart. "Please don't hurt me," I whimpered. 

He smiled and pressed the head of his dick right against my waiting hole. "I'll be gentle" 

He began to press harder against my opening and slid deep inside. It hurt so bad, I began to regret my consent. He continued to fuck me and to my relief, the pain was replaced with pleasure. He fucked me harder and faster, covering my mouth with his. 

I moaned louder and louder. "OH GOD! LOGAN, YOU FEEL SO GOOD INSIDE OF ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" said a voice that sounded like mine, but stronger and lust-filled.

His left hand rubbed my clit, his right hand squeezed my breast. I was in ecstasy! Before long I felt a tension in my belly and my pussy tensed up.

"YOU'RE ABOUT TO CUM, LAUREN! CUM, I WANT TO FEEL THAT TIGHT BLACK PUSSY CUMIN ON MY COCK!" he said, cocky composure forgotten.

I woke with a start. Logan had just walked in; the bells woke me up, no doubt. I looked around, that dream seemed so real. I was sweaty and my pussy was soaked. I looked at the clock: 6:17 pm.

"Whoa, are you okay? You must have been having a nightmare, judging by the sweat." Logan said, mildly concerned.

"I'm not sure if it was a dream or a nightmare," I said, still breathing hard.

"Well, I'm here, if you're ready to start," he said, stating the obvious.

I told him to pull out his books and we got started on Day One.

Logan and Lauren Ch. 02



Shortly after he sat down, thunder began to rumble. It wasn't long before I heard rain trickling down the fireplace. He looked awesome. He was wearing his letterman's jacket over a crisp, white tee shirt and dark, stonewashed jeans. After a few moments of awkward silence, I spoke the first words:

"Well," I began, "What do you want to start on first?"

"Honestly, I don't want to start on any of it," he answered, truthfully.

"Okay, then. Biology," I decided, "Where's your Biology book?" I questioned.

"It's in my car," he said, shrugging.

"Well, I suggest you go get it," I said firmly.

"Dammit, Lauren, it's pouring out there," he pointed out, looking out one of the large windows.

"Not my problem, only an idiot goes to a tutoring session and leaves his books in the car," I said, crossing my arms.

He stood up grumbling something about "rain" and "know-it-alls". He used his keyless entry to unlock his doors. "Be right back," he said as he ran outside. Shortly after, he emerged soaking wet with his textbook wrapped in his letterman's jacket. His white tee shirt clung to his perfect torso and left little to the imagination. He was damn gorgeous and it was extremely difficult for me not to stare as the water dripped down his body.

He sat back down and handed me his Biology book. "Thank you, Sir," I said as I took the book from him. I thumbed through it, remembering the material very clearly.

"Which unit are you guys going over?" I asked, trying to figure out my next move.

"Something about the Levels of Organisms or some shit," he said, searching his memory. I had to admit: his thinking face was adorable.

"It's the Levels of Organization, Logan. You really haven't paid any attention to lecture, thus far, have you?" I asked.

"Nope, that's what I have you for," he said, crossing his hands behind his head and reclining in his chair.

"Logan, I know you may think so, but I am not your ticket to an "A". I am only going to help you study... the rest is up to you," I said, feeling myself already getting frustrated.

"Okay, Okay... easy Killer," he joked.

I outlined the chapter and put together a study schedule. If it was up to me, he'd have this entire book memorized forward and back by the end of this month. I gave him a notebook and made him memorize the Levels of Organization. While he studied, I read Shakespeare, well tried to read Shakespeare, but I repeatedly found myself staring at him. His hair was still wet and shiny and ever so often, he wore his adorable thinking face while mouthed words to memorize them. I inhaled his scent and I was intoxicated by it. The water amplified the intensity of the sweet aroma of sweat and cologne. I remembered he came here from football practice and found that rather than being disgusted by it, I was invigorated. It was all I could do to not crawl over to him and rub myself against him like an attention-starved kitten. When I felt enough time had passed, I quizzed him on his progress.

"Logan," I began, "What are the Levels of Organization?"

He sat there and looked at me blankly. I hoped to God he didn't just waste my time. He opened his mouth and began to speak:

"Cells, tissues, organs, organ systems, and organisms," he said proudly.

I almost jumped out of my chair! "Perfect!" I yelled, "Outstanding!"

He just sat there flashing his perfect, white smile. I almost melted in my seat.

"How did you remember that, Logan?" I asked, proud of him. Sure, it was only five words to memorize but I had always classified Logan to be in the 'Big Dumb Ape' category. Seeing that he wasn't as dumb as I thought was a pleasant surprise.

"I used one of those sayings that you use to help you remember something, whatever the hell it's called," he replied simply, shrugging his broad shoulders.

"It's called a mnemonic, Logan... Great job! Mnemonics are awesome study tools! Which one did you use?" I asked, curiously.

"I don't wanna tell you, it's stupid," he said and for the first time in his life, he sounded self-conscious.

"It's not stupid if it works, Logan. Which one did you use?" I pressed.

"Cunt and Tits= Open Oral Orgasm," he said, looking down.

I stared at him blankly. I couldn't believe the jumble of obscenities that had just left his mouth. I felt myself grow wet under the table and my nipples strained against the thin fabric of my blouse. It took all that I had not to moan right then and there. When he didn't hear a reply from me, he looked up at me, those beautiful emerald eyes seeing right through me.

"What's the matter, Lauren? Never heard bad words before?" he asked, mockingly. He flashed his pearly white smile and continued to stare into my eyes.

I opened and closed my mouth but no sound came out. I looked away to break the intense eye contact. "W-well," I began, trying to regain my composure, "It only makes sense that you would use something to help you study that you can relate to."

He stood up and walked to my side of the table. "Cut the bullshit, Lauren," he said, leaning against the table. His still-wet shirt clung to his body in all the right ways, making me want him in the worst way.

"What are you talking about, Logan?" I asked, avoiding his eyes.

"Don't give me that... I can smell your wet pussy from here. I smelled it when I walked in. You want me and it wouldn't have surprised me at all if you were finger-fucking that sweet little pussy before I walked in, the way you were sweating," He said looking down at me, I felt his eyes on the top of my head.

"I don't know why you feel that everyone wants you, you are such a cocky bastard," I fumed, trying to change the subject. He had such a filthy mouth, it was raunchy and unfamiliar and it turned me on to no end.

He sat in the chair beside me... his masculine, bittersweet scent filled my nostrils. He leaned forward and whispered into my ear:

"I want you, Lauren. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock. I can only imagine how good you feel. In return, I can give you popularity, money, sex... anything your heart desires. I can open so many doors for you, Lauren. You can go to every party on my arm, honest. You would be known as something more than just a brainiac. How awesome would it be, Lauren? I can make that happen for you," he proposed.

"What makes you think that I even want to be popular?" I asked, as a final, feeble attempt at defiance. My heart was beating quickly and loudly... I wanted him.

"Because I saw the spark in your eyes when I made my proposal. Being popular isn't all you want... you want me to fuck you, too. Tell me I'm wrong," he challenged huskily.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't even lie to save face.

"Stand up," he commanded. I obediently got to my feet and awaited further instruction. "Take off your jeans," he said authoritatively. I hesitated, I still wasn't 100% sure about this and I didn't know how true Logan was to his word, he could just fuck me now and blab about it to the whole school tomorrow. No one would believe him, though; no one would believe that he fucked Lauren Jameson in a library. Plus, he wouldn't risk pissing me off when he needed me to be able to play football or pissing the coach off by talking about having sex with his daughter. I unbuttoned my jeans. He watched me pull my jeans down approvingly. "That's a good girl," he said looking me over. "Now, let me see that pussy," he demanded.

I stood there looking like a deer in caught in headlights. I couldn't just take my panties off...that was wrong. I felt nervous and incredibly self-conscious.

"Lauren," he began, "Are you afraid to show me your pussy?"

I nodded shyly and blushed, his obscene words still making me hot.

"Why?" he asked, sounding more concerned than irritated, to my pleasant surprise.

"Because," I began, "I know you've had lots of girls that are experienced and prettier than I am and I know you've never been with a black girl before and I feel awkward and intimidated."

"Lauren, you have nothing to feel awkward about, you look awesome! You shouldn't feel intimidated, either... I've wanted to fuck you for awhile now...and how did you know I've never fucked a black girl before?" he asked, bewildered.

I blushed again. "I didn't know, for real... in my dream you said you've never been with a black girl, so I just assumed-"

"Your dream? What dream?" he demanded excitedly.

"The dream I was having when you came in earlier," I said, feeling as if I could die of embarrassment.

"Shit, so that's why you were sweating! How did it go?" he asked and waited eagerly for my response.

"You came in, told me I wanted you, raped me until I liked it, and gave me my first orgasm," I said hurriedly, allowing it all to rush out of my mouth like one long word.

"You've never had an orgasm, Lauren?" he asked, hardly able to sit still.

"No, never. I'm still a virgin and I haven't even had one with myself," I admitted, instantly feeling foolish.

"Just lay on the table and I'll take care of everything, Babe," he said softly.



Logan and Lauren Ch. 03



I did as I was told, wearing only my blouse, bra, and panties. I felt extremely vulnerable and exposed... My heart was going wild and I was a basket of nerves as he approached me.

He unbuttoned my blouse button by button and let it fall open. His eyes rolled over this new view of my body, his green eyes darkened with lust. He leaned down and began to press soft kisses to my exposed skin. I felt goosebumps rise everywhere his lips lingered. He kissed his way down my abdomen and stopped at the waistline of my panties. My breath caught in my throat: This was it, the day I lose my virginity and it's the product of a shitty deal and not a meaningful relationship.

He curled his fingers around the sides of my panties and gave them a tug. The only made it halfway down my thighs before his nose was buried in the soft hairs that covered my pussy. He groaned as he inhaled my scent like a madman.

"You smell so fucking good, Lauren!" he said, so quietly that it seemed like it was coming from another room. He removed himself from my body like it inflicted pain to separate himself. He roughly pulled my panties down, sensitivity forgotten. He looked at me with a devilish grin, "I bet it tastes even better."

Before I could muster a reply, he roughly gripped my thighs and separated them, leaving my sacred place open for his probing eyes. "I have no idea why you didn't want me to see this pretty pussy," he said, looking at it approvingly. He pushed the chair out of the way and got to his knees at the end of the table. My legs trembled in anticipation.

He leaned in, kissing my inner thighs. He kissed them slowly, painfully so, licking and nibbling here and there. With no further warning, he attacked... his tongue invaded my opening as he plunged it deeper and deeper inside me. He removed it and began to trace circles around my clit; I shuddered by the sensations that Logan bestowed upon me.

"Now, Lauren, I'm going to put my finger inside of you... it may be a little painful, but I promise it'll get better," he said watching me nod my consent.

He eased a finger into my tight, wet cunt. Just as he predicted, I felt a searing ache as he snaked it around inside me. Also, just as he promised it got better. I began to whimper and grind my pussy on his finger trying to get it deeper inside of me.

"Easy, Babe," he said as he stilled my movement with his free hand. He inserted another finger inside of me and instead of feeling pain, I felt raw lust. I began to moan and work my hips, trying to get his fingers to douse the fire building up inside of me. He was saying something but I was too far gone to hear it. He withdrew his fingers and I made no effort to hide my frustration. I looked at him, thoroughly pissed off. He did nothing but sat there, smiling, licking his fingers clean. He was so sexy.

"You were about to cum, Lauren," he said, still smiling. 

'No, shit, Sherlock,' I thought as I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Don't you give me that look," he warned, pulling me to my feet. He pulled my blouse off and let it fall to the floor. I was only wearing my bra and I felt just as comfortable as if I were wearing a sweatshirt. What had he done to me? "Turn around," he commanded, twirling his finger. 

I did as I was told and he stood behind me and undid my bra. He pulled the straps down my shoulders and let it hit the ground. My nipples quickly hardened in the cool air of the library. He wrapped his hands around the front of me to fondle my breasts. He gave them a squeeze as he pulled me back against his strong chest. He licked a finger and twirled it around my left nipple as he used his right hand to rub my clit. His erection was straining against his jeans and he grinded it against my ass. I wanted him so bad, I could hardly stand it! I needed to see him naked.

"Logan," I said, my voice sounded raspy with desire.

"Yeah, Babe?" he said as he increased the pace of his fingers on my clit.

"Can you..." I began, but was cut short due to him plunging a finger inside of me.

"Can I what, Babe?" he asked and he felt my arousal build.

"Can you take your clothes off?" I moaned. He stopped abruptly and turned me around to study my face. "Please," I said breathlessly, "I've never seen a naked man before, except in textbooks, movies with a sex scene, and my dream."

He gave me a nod and stepped away from me. He removed his shirt. Just like in my dream, he had the perfect body... the only difference were the matching nautical stars on either side on his clavicle. I watched as he presented more of his tanned body to me. I watched as he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall. He stepped out of them, removing his shoes at the same time. He was sporting a massive erection that made his boxers stand out so far, it was almost comical. 

Seeing the smirk on my face, he asked me "What's funny?"

"It's just the way your boxers are standing out right now, it's kind of funny" I explained.

"So my pain is funny to you, Lauren?" he asked, removing his boxers. I looked at his cock; it was just as perfect as it was in my dream. Though it did look painful, as hard as it was.

"It hurts?" I asked, feeling guilty. This whole time he's been pleasuring me and now, he was so hard that it hurt him.

"Damn right, it hurts!" he said, banging it off the nearest table, causing a loud thumping noise that echoed throughout the entire library.

"I'm sorry," I said, pouting. "I would love to make you feel better." I brazenly walked over to him and wrapped my small hand around the girth of his dick, slowly stroking the length.

'Where did this girl come from?' he thought as he watched his pale cock mingle with my dark hand. He tilted his head back and let out a groan. "What do you want to do for me, Little Girl?" he asked gruffly.

I instantly felt myself get wet when he called me 'Little Girl'. I knew what I wanted to do for him, but I had never done it before and it scared me. I looked down at it and licked my lips, blushing shortly after.

"You wanna suck me off?" he asked bluntly. I almost moaned listening to his words. I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

"Tell me... Tell me that you wanna suck my dick, tell me everything, Lauren," he said as if he was in agony.

"I want to suck your dick, Logan; I want to taste you... I need to taste you," I said, surprised by my own openness.

He sat on the chair and pulled me down to my knees. "Show me how bad you need to taste me," he said as he relaxed.

I crawled between his legs wanting nothing more than to please him. "I've never done this before, Logan," I said, suddenly feeling inadequate. "Don't worry, Babe, you're about to do it now," he declared as he helped me lower my head onto his cock. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his dick, lapping up the precum that leaked from its peak. He tasted better than I imagined, I wanted to taste more. I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to bob up and down on it. I heard a slew of curse words leave his mouth as I tried to take more and more of him inside of my mouth. I felt so dirty but I didn't mind. I knew at that moment that I would do any sleezy, nasty, sexual deed that Logan ever wished of me. He was all that mattered at this point.

"Babe, slow down," he managed to gasp out, but I couldn't. I let my body go in overdrive and I took more and more of his cock deep in my throat, trying desperately not to gag. I didn't want to look as inexperienced as I really was, I didn't want to disappoint him. He began to moan louder and louder, his cock tensed up and he grabbed my head. He held it still as he mercilessly jabbed his cock deep in my throat, causing me to gag. With a final thrust, he shot wave after wave of his ejaculate down my throat. He was delicious, sweet and salty, masculine joy.

"Swallow it, Babe... Swallow like a good girl," he said as he lovingly stroked my hair. I did as I was told.



Logan and Lauren Ch. 04



A couple of days had passed since the library incident and so far, Logan stuck to his word. For the most part, he acted like nothing sexual had happened. Though occasionally, he'd whisper some sort of obscenity in my ear just after he walked me to a class, just enough to make my face flush and my mind wander for the entire period. He walked around the school all day with his arm over my shoulders and formally introduced me as his girlfriend to his friends on the football team and some of the cheerleaders, even though I've known most of these people since preschool. For the most part, they all seemed accepting, all but one cheerleader: Vanessa Hodges, a Class A Bitch that seemed to have been fucking since elementary school.

"Ugh, since when have you dated so far beneath you, Logan? I'm surprised at you!" she said directly to Logan as if I wasn't standing there.

I shook his arm off my shoulders and stepped towards her, causing her to take a step backward. "Excuse me, but unlike you, I've been accepted into five different colleges, two of which I never even applied to. My eighth grade ACT score trumps the one you're trying to shove at colleges right now as a Senior. I'm going somewhere without having to sleep with my professors... can I say the same for you? I think not. That means I'm definitely not beneath anyone... especially not you."

She huffed and pushed past me and Logan looked at me with an unreadable look on his face. "What? She started it," I said, shrugging.

"Well, you finished it, Babe... impressive. Let's get outta here," he said, opening the door for me. He walked me out to my car. It was Thursday and he had a game tomorrow, I would see him at school but not afterwards. It was really weird how I had a somewhat uneasy feeling about not meeting him at the library for the first time that week. He seemed to be able to tell what I was thinking because he wrapped me in a tight hug. His actions surprised me because he'd never given me an actual hug before.

I knew better than to feed into this bullshit, this was an act... this part of the deal and nothing more. Even though I knew I wasn't beneath anyone, I definitely knew that I wasn't Logan's type... this was just something to boost my status a little bit. Regardless of what my brain was telling me, I felt myself relax into his hug and I felt my arms wrap around him as well. I inhaled his scent: cologne and masculinity and felt my worries fade away...

Friday was uneventful except for the fact that Logan had his biology test last period. As we walked the halls hand-in-hand, he would ask me to quiz him. Honestly, I could say that I was impressed.

"What is the actual definition of a tissue?" I asked, grabbing some books out of my locker.

"A group of cells working together to perform a specific function," he said, taking them from me.

"Outstanding, Logan!" I said as I leaned forward to let my lips brush his, "I'm so proud of you!"

Before Logan could say anything I heard a female voice echoing down the hall: "Lauren Jameson!" Mrs. Oricelli yelled as she trudged down the hallway. "You know that public displays of affection are grounds for detention! I am surprised at you!"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Oricelli. I guess I just wasn't thinking," I said, looking down.

"You most certainly were not thinking! I don't know what's gotten into you!" she said, looking at me.

"I bet I do!" one of Logan's friends yelled in the background, causing both Mrs. Oricelli and myself to turn different shades of red.

"Hey, Chance, shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you! And you, can you lighten up on her, Teach? She said she was sorry and it won't happen again, plus, she's a first-offender!" Logan said, trying to control every aspect of the situation.

"I guess I can let this one slide... You are a first-offender. Just don't let this happen again, Lauren," she said as she walked away.

I had mixed feelings... this was the first time I've ever been called out by a teacher and I didn't like the way it felt, not one bit. Logan put his free arm around me and pulled me close. "It's okay, Babe," he whispered into my ear and touched his forehead to my temple. He walked me to my last class and I wished him luck on his test. He smiled at me nervously before he walked down the hallway. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him walk away, the "Chadwick" on his letterman's jacket disappearing into the distance. I thought about how lucky I was that he was mine... or was he? That was the last time I saw him that day and I didn't hear from him at all over the weekend, I hoped it went okay.

I knew they won their game because when James got home, he was elated, giving us all highlights of the game that were so vivid it was almost as if we were there. I couldn't help but swell with pride when he told us about Logan's performance. "That boy is a helluva quarterback... he's going places!"

Monday morning, he was sitting outside of my house in his car waiting for me to come out. "Ren, that Chadwick boy is outside in the driveway, it looks like he's waiting for something," my mom said, peeking out of the window.

"He's what?" I asked, looking out the opposite window. "Oh, my God! What is he doing here?" I asked myself aloud. I grabbed a piece of bacon and a piece of toast off the table and grabbed a bottled water out of the refrigerator. I was already dressed and ready for school, I was just waiting on breakfast. I slung my backpack over my shoulders, grabbed my keys, and I was out the door.

When I walked outside, he got out of his Navigator and walked over to me wrapping me in a tight hug. "I've missed you!" he said, picking me up off the ground and twirling me around before setting me back down. I was extremely shocked by his action, but I had to admit that he made me feel ten feet tall.

"I've missed you, too, Logan... but what are you doing at my house at seven thirty in the morning?" I asked, puzzled.

"Two reasons. One: No girlfriend of mine is gonna have to drive to school every morning and Two: I have something to show you," he said flashing that to-die-for smile of his. I was quite surprised how far he was taking this act of his, he should be getting an Oscar for Best Performance!

"What did you want to show me?" I asked.

"Get in my car and I'll show you!" he said, gesturing to his vehicle.

Against my better judgment, I got inside and closed the door. "Lauren, you moved so fast, I was gonna get the door for you!" he said, semi-frustrated.

"Oh... sorry," I said, shrugging, "So, what did you want to show me?" I was determined to find out what he wanted so I could keep myself from falling into whatever trap he had in mind. I hadn't heard from him all weekend and all of a sudden he missed me so much? Please..

"Jeez, so impatient!" he said, shaking his head, "Close your eyes."

I closed my eyes and felt a piece of paper in my hand. "Okay, open," he said excitedly.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the paper in my hands was Logan's Biology test. At the top, there was a red, encircled 88%. My eyes got wide and I squealed. "Congratulations, Babe!" I yelled, hugging his neck, "I'm so proud of you!"

He pulled away an looked at my face. "Really?" he asked, searching my face.

"Of course!" I said, smiling. "You did a great job!"

"I owe it all to you, Lauren," he said as he pulled me in for a kiss that took my breath away. 

Today, school with Logan was different than any other day... He acted like a boyfriend. Sure, he had been acting like my boyfriend for about a week, now, but this was somehow different... he couldn't seem to keep his hands off of me. When we walked, his fingertips would dance along my hip and when were we standing still, his arms were wrapped around my waist. Against my better judgment, I allowed him to steal kisses in the hallway between classes and I even sat on his lap in the lunchroom. Something about him was bringing out a part of me that I never had experience with before: a borderline rebel. Of course, I would never mouth off to a teacher or anything ridiculous like that, but pushing the limits with him was invigorating.

It seemed like everywhere he touched on my body was on fire and I needed him to stop the burn. He fed me a fry off of his tray and continued to talk to his teammates about Fridays game. I watched as his lips moved and remembered the way they felt when they enveloped my clit a week earlier... I could tell I was getting wet. Here I was, sitting on his lap in the middle of the lunchroom unable to think of anything other than him taking me right here, right now.

"I'm just saying, if Nick would have let that big fuck through one more time, I would have had to tackle his ass to return the favor," Logan said, taking the fry that I offered.

"Hell yeah, Dude! I was thinking 'Oh, my God. Logan's gonna fuck up his knee or some shit!' and what did you do? Fucking jumped over his ass! I was on edge the whole fucking time!" Chance said, acting out everything.

"Hey, I do what I can," Logan said shrugging his shoulders... he was so cute!

"You do it well, Bro... and where were you at, Miss Priss? You shoulda been on the sidelines cheering your man on!" Chance said, turning his attention to me, snapping me out of my filthy thoughts. For a second, I felt my pulse quicken... I had never been included in a lunchtime conversation before.

"I wasn't invited, Chance," I said, nudging Logan and getting some laughter from Chance.

"What's up with that, Bro? Not inviting your girl to a game? I'm shocked!" he said, painting an artificial look of shock on his face.

"Dude, give it a rest! She won't be missing anymore because I'm not letting her outta my sight," he said, pulling me down for a kiss.

"Ugh, you guys make me fucking sick," Chance said as he gathered his tray and walked away.

"Babe?" he said as he broke the kiss and traced his fingers along my lower back.

"Yeah?" I breathed, getting even hotter from his slightest touch.

"You want it, don't you? I can smell it," he said, whispering in my ear.

"Mmhmm," I said, biting my bottom lip and nodding my head. I loved the way his breath felt on my neck.

"You need it, don't you?" he asked in that same delicious whisper.

"Mmhmm," I replied again, almost embarrassed of the wetness pooling between my thighs.

"Well, I can't just let my girl's needs go unsatisfied... what class do you have next?" he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Trig with Mrs. Oricelli," I said with a sigh.

"Oh, well! We're ditching, Babe... Come on," he said, pulling me towards the door of the cafeteria as the bell rang.

Ditching? I had never ditched before, I had never even wanted to. But here I was, getting talked into ditching class... well, I guess it wouldn't be so bad, it was just this once.

We exited the school building and walked to the Navigator. Logan walked on the passenger side and opened my door before he all but ran to get in on his side.

"Where are we going?" I asked, watching him pull out of the school parking lot.

"Not far, you'll see," he said as he pulled onto the narrow road leading away from the school. A few minutes later we pulled up to the football field... I should have known. He parked the Navigator in a small clearing on the side of the road that was shaded by trees.

I didn't wait for him to say anything... almost instantly, I was straddling his lap on the driver's side and tugging at his shirt. "Easy, Babe," he said, trying to calm me down but with no luck. When he successfully prevented me from stripping his clothes off, I started in on my own. I had my shirt off and was unbuttoning my shorts. I felt his erection pressing against me and I needed it badly. That day in the library, we never actually had sex and ever since that day, I've been imagining what he'd feel like.

He reached behind me and undid my bra and I let it fall in my seat. He reached up and rubbed my breasts, taking my left nipple into his mouth. I sucked air in through my teeth and released an involuntary moan. He licked his left index finger and traced my right nipple, making it hard.

"No..." I groaned as he ran his fingertips up and down my spine.

"No what, Babe?" he asked as he licked and sucked a circle on my neck and bit down... that was gonna leave a mark.

"Stop teasing me, Logan," I whined as I grinded my pussy on his cock.

"Why? What do you want, Little Girl?" he asked, continuing the damn teasing.

"I want you to fuck me, Logan," I said, going for his belt.

"Are you sure?" he asked, pulling my hands away and searching my lust-filled face.

"Yes, Logan, I'm sure... I need you to fuck me," I said, leering into his emerald eyes.

That was all he needed. He put me back on the passenger side and removed his shirt. "Take off the shorts and the panties, now," he commanded and I quickly obeyed. He pulled his jeans down over his thighs and pulled me back into his lap. I reached down and angled his dick right at my entrance and began to lower myself only to be stopped by his hands. "Babe, don't fucking hurt yourself being impatient, it's been a week since I've even had a finger in you."

I nodded and proceeded to lower myself again... as soon as he entered me, I felt a sensation almost like an electrical current pulse through my body. He let out a sharp exhale as I continued down until I met resistance. I felt so full, even though I knew there was still farther to go. "That's your cherry, Lauren. If we break it slowly, the pain will last longer... I can push in quickly to break it and it'll only hurt for a little while, like ripping off a Band-Aid," he said, leaving the decision up to me.

"You do it," I said with a small smile. He nodded and gripped my hips and thrust upward, causing me to yell out. The pain was excruciating and I wanted it to be over. He shushed me and kissed my cheeks as he slowly continued his thrusts. He whispered words of comfort in my ear as he increased his pace. Soon the pain began to subside and Logan laid his seat back and let me take control. I rolled my hips trying to get more of him inside of me. "Oh, shit, Lauren! You feel better than I imagined, just like that..." he coached me. I began to bounce on his cock, his hands roaming my body and squeezing my breasts. Sounds of our passion filled the vehicle. I leaned forward and gave it all that I could as I traced the nautical stars on his clavicle with my tongue... I felt myself begin to tighten around his cock.

"Oh yeah, Babe, let me feel you cum," he said as he anchored my hips and thrust himself deep inside me over and over again. With a spine-tingling squeal, I felt my pussy pulse on his cock, threatening to stroke him to an orgasm as well.

"Logan, I want it in my mouth," I said as I hopped off of him and wrapped my lips around his rock hard dick. Like the day in the library, he grabbed my head and began to fuck my mouth. Before long, he was shooting in my mouth... I swallowed quickly to keep up. When I swallowed it all, I straddled him again and laid my head on his chest. He linked his fingers at the base of my back and kissed my forehead. "That was amazing," he said in a hushed voice.

Before I could open my mouth to agree with him, there was a knock on the fogged-up window. "Logan, are you in there?" a familiar voice shouted outside.

Logan looked at me with the same terrified look on his face that I had on mine..."Fuck! It's Coach Jameson!"



Logan and Lauren Ch. 05



I sat on the couch and watched as my mother tried to come up with the right words to use in this situation. Soon, James got tired of waiting...

"Ren, what in the blue hell were you thinking?" he asked , throwing his hands up in the air. "You ditched school! You never ditch school!"

"Dad, I-" I began in a small voice only to be cut off by James.

" I do not care, Ren! I wanted you to tutor him because I thought you were responsible, but you're out ditching like it's okay! With one of my players, no less!" he said, the bass in his voice filling the living room.

"I am responsible! It's because of me he's even able to play! You saw his test, he got an 88% on it! My assignments are done for the next two months and I don't see why it's such a big deal that I didn't go to a class that I have over a 100% average in to help someone that you need to play every Friday! Look at his grades, obviously I must be doing something right." I fumed, quickly growing frustrated with being chastised like a child.

"Honey, it's not that we think you're irresponsible. We've never doubted you and we won't start now. It's just that we feel that you're not being yourself, lately, that's all," my mom said softly trying to break the tension between James and I. "I saw you and Logan and his car this morning, kissing and whatnot. If you want to have a boyfriend, fine... just don't get sidetracked, okay?"

I nodded my head and gave my mom a hug, she was awesome. After I smoothed things over with my parents, I went up to my room and laid in my bed and thought about what all happened today:

~*~*~*~

"Fuck! It's Coach Jameson!" Logan said fearfully. "Babe, hurry up and grab your clothes and go to the backseat. Put them on as fast as you can and I'll stall him." He said as he laid his Biology test in his lap and sprayed a spritz of cologne.

I quickly obliged, grabbing all of my clothes but my socks and shoes. Logan rolled down the window. "Yeah, Coach, I'm in here," he said as I scrambled to get dressed.

"What the hell are you doing out here, Boy? Practice doesn't start for another few hours," James said, with a chuckle. I was dressed by now waiting for my cue.

"I was just studying English and being out here by the field helps me keep focus," Logan said shrugging his shoulders. "Look, Coach, this is the Biology test I took on Friday."

James took the paper from him and looked it over. "Hot damn, Logan! If you keep this up, any college'll take ya!" he said, slapping him five.

"Yeah, I know... it's all because of Lauren. She's really helped me out, Coach," Logan said sincerely.

"Oh yeah, Ren's definitely something... I hope she's helping you in English as much as she did in Biology," James said, handing the test back to Logan.

"She is, she's actually in the back getting extra paper," Logan said, gesturing to the backseat.

I took his cue and grabbed some notebook paper out of my backpack and crawled back up to the front seat and sat down.

"Ren? Don't you have a class?" James said, surprised to see me.

"Yes, it's just Trig with Mrs. Oricelli. The assignment's already done, I'll turn it in to her tomorrow. I think all Logan has is an elective," I said as if none of this was a big deal, though my heart was going a million miles per hour.

"So you're ditching?" James asked. I was honestly unable to decipher his feelings at the moment.

"Well, yeah, not ditching per se because this is still school related... Let's face it, Dad, I could get struck with some sort of horrible disease and sit at home for almost an entire semester and never miss a beat," I said, shrugging my shoulders like Logan.

"Logan, get my daughter back to school, please? Ren, we'll talk about this when I get home," James said too politely... he was pissed.

"Yes, Sir... will do," Logan said as he started the vehicle. James watched us the entire time until we disappeared from his view. "Whew! That was fucking close, Babe!" Logan exclaimed, grabbing my hand and kissing it.

"Yeah, it was... too close," I grumbled, looking out the window.

"Lauren, I'm sorry... I really am. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" he said looking at me at a stoplight.

"You can be a pallbearer at my damn funeral because he's gonna kill me," I said glumly. Leave it to my idiot stepfather to ruin one of the most perfect and memorable moments of my life.

"Aww, no he won't. Are you mad at me? You gonna break up with me?" he said in a mocking voice until he reached my face and kissed my cheek.

"Of course I'm not going to break up with you!" I said, kissing his lips.

The rest of the day seemed to go by way too fast because I was in anticipation of getting my ass chewed. Logan drove me home and before I got out of his car, he got out and wrapped me in a tight hug and told me to call him if I needed anything. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me into a kiss and he headed back to the football field for practice.

~*~*~*~

Now, here I was, laying in my bed unable to think of anything but Logan. As if on cue, my cell phone started ringing. It was him.

"Hello?" I said, trying to act as if I didn't know who was calling.

"See, Babe, I told you he wouldn't kill you," he said with a laugh.

"He would if he knew what really happened," I whispered into the phone.

"He'd kill us both in that case," he said with faux terror in his voice.

"He won't kill you, he needs you," I said rolling my eyes.

"Maybe you've got a point... What are you doing?" he asked.

"About to take a shower and go to bed," I said stifling a yawn.

"Aww, you're no fun!" he said, whining.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, sitting up on the side of my bed.

"I wanted to pick you up and maybe take you out to the lake," he said hopefully.

"Really? This late? I can't, Logan... I have curfew!" I replied with a sigh.

"Wanna sneak out?" he asked quietly.

"I just got chewed out for ditching! I am not sneaking out!" I said, laughing at his ridiculous request.

"Well, can I sneak in?" 

~*~*~*~

"You have got to be the worst influence ever," I whispered as I opened my window and let him in.

"I know but that's why you love me," he replied, climbing inside and kissing my lips. I blushed and looked away from his perfect green eyes. I bit my bottom lip, pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked with a cocky smirk. How could I want him inside of me so bad and I had just had him? He was like a drug.

"Taking every stitch of my boyfriend's clothes off... What does it look like?" I whispered as I began to untie his football sweatpants.

"That's what I hoped you were doing," he said with that same smirk. He reached behind me and squeezed my ass. He leaned down and kissed my neck setting my insides on fire. I pushed his pants to the floor and watched hungrily as he stepped out of them. I couldn't believe my luck: Logan Chadwick was standing nude in my bedroom, cock hard as a rock, and green eyes ignited with lust. He leaned down and pulled my sleep shirt up and over my head in one, quick motion. I stood there, completely naked as well... nipples painfully stiff.

"No bra or panties? You sure know how to make a guy feel welcome," he whispered, flashing me a devilish grin. He let his hands trace over my breasts and down my stomach. He leaned his head back and inhaled loudly. "I smell it again, Lauren," he said as he gently pushed me down on my bed. He joined me on my bed and pushed me on my back. He climbed on top of me and kissed my lips again. He ran his tongue along my lips until I parted them and gave him access. I moaned as he stroked my tongue with his and roughly separated my legs.

"Logan..."I moaned as he rubbed his cock up and down my pussy lips, covering it in my sticky juices. I gasped as he smacked my clit with it.

"What, Babe?" he said as he continued to tease me. He positioned himself right at my entrance and pushed just the head inside.

"Ooh," I cooed as I tried to thrust my hips up to get more of his amazing cock inside of me.

"You want it?" he asked, running his tongue along my collarbone.

I nodded. "Yes, Baby, I want it... you feel how bad I want it!" I said as I spread my legs farther for him.

"I know you do... you're so fucking wet!" he said in disbelief. With no further hesitation, he slowly began to sink inside of me. "It's crazy how fucking tight you are!" he whispered as my pussy pulled him deeper inside of me. He began to thrust, making me moan aloud. He quickly covered my mouth with his hand and whispered in my ear: "You gotta be quiet, Baby, we can't wake up your parents. Just be quiet and take it."

I nodded and he began to fuck me harder, keeping his hand over my mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of his pelvis smacking my wet cunt and our intermingled, muffled moans. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience as I let nature run it's course. I tried to beg him to keep fucking me and I completely relaxed my body. Surprisingly, it intensified the reaction to Logan's actions.

I felt myself involuntarily tense up and he continued his thrusts throughout my orgasm, pressing his hand harder against my mouth to stifle my cries of pleasure. I felt my pussy stroking his still-hard cock, he stopped moving to enjoy the wonders my orgasming pussy worked on him. Soon, my body relaxed against the bed... my heart was beating and I couldn't catch my breath.

"Bend over," he whispered as he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. I had just had a massive orgasm and I was exhausted. I wasn't sure if I had the energy.

"I don't think I can-" I began but the look he gave me silenced me.

I obediently bent over, shy. He smacked my ass. "Get that pussy up, don't act like you're too shy to show me. Fucking get it up there and make me want it."

I put an arch in my back and separated my legs, raising my ass in the air. I felt a little silly, like I was offering myself to him... but wasn't that what he wanted? He ran his hands over my ass, kissing the cheeks. I felt awkward from this position but the attention he was giving my ass made me hot. My pussy felt like it was on fire. I wanted him inside me. Soon, he buried his face in my pussy and licked all the wetness away, causing more juices to flow to replace them. I shuddered and swayed until he corrected me with a sharp slap to my soaked pussy.

He pulled his face away and traced my entrance with the head of his cock again. I slammed my face in my pillow as he roughly pushed inside of me. Logan filled my body as well as all of my senses as he grabbed my wrists and pulled them backwards to bury himself deeper inside of me. I screamed in my pillow as the most intense orgasm he had ever given me took over my body. He continued to fuck me with quick, hard thrusts as I stroked him to an orgasm. He leaned forward and bit into my shoulder to stifle the groan as he shot his load deep inside of me.

He fell on his side and laid on my pillows. He pulled me up and wrapped me tightly in his arms. "You are mine and I never want you to go anywhere," he said as he kissed my neck.

"I won't, I promise," I said quietly. He pulled me closer and I felt his body relax, soon his breathing evened out. I stared into the darkness, lost in my thoughts. I loved the way he made me feel, I loved who I was when I was with him, I loved everything about him. How could I ever tell him? 

~*~*~*~

The next morning, I woke up to my alarm going off, Logan was still in my bed with his arms wrapped around me. He was so fucking sexy when he was asleep. "Ren, it's time to get up!" my mom shouted through my door as she did every morning.

"I'm up," I yelled back... it was our routine. Logan still didn't wake up..."Baby," I whispered as I planted soft kisses on his cheeks.

"Unh!" he groaned as he tried to turn away, his adorable face set in a frown.

"Logan... it's time to wake up," I whispered as I straddled his lap.

He opened his sleepy, green eyes and they rolled lazily over the naked body that was on top of him. "Jeez, you really do know how to make a guy feel welcome," he grumbled tracing his fingers from my navel to the valley between my breasts.

"You have to get up and get dressed, Baby... you still have to shower and get ready for school," I whispered as I got off of him.

"I don't wanna go to school today," he whined and pouted. He was too cute.

"Well, you have to... you can't stay here," I said, laughing.

He looked at the clock on my bedside table. "Shit!" he whispered as he jumped out of my bed, "I might be late... when I go home, take a shower, and get dressed, I may not have enough time to come back and pick you up... are you okay with driving to school just this once?" he asked as he threw his clothes back on.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Baby," I said, feeling a little down.

"Come here," he said, stretching out his arms. I walked into them and felt all my thoughts melt away... he was all that mattered. He tilted my chin up and gave me a soft kiss. "I'll see you at school, Babe," he said as he crawled out of my window.

~*~*~*~

Weeks had passed with this kind of misbehavior, Logan had been passing tests left and right and shining athletically as well. He had at least 3 scouts come to see him every game. I was so proud of him, aside from the fact that I loved him...

"Logan, I love you," I said quietly... "No, no, Logan, I think I love you. Um...Logan, I really care about you?" I said to my reflection in the mirror. I looked and felt like a dumbass, nothing seemed to fit. Maybe it would be best to not tell him, at least not yet. I walked out the bathroom and took a seat in the waiting room.After a few moments of waiting, naturally my thoughts traveled back to my sexy, awesome boyfriend.

"Lauren?" a female voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Right here!" I said, walking over to her.

The nurse took me through the door and introduced herself as 'Kimberly'. She got my height, weight, and vital signs and then took me to my room. "Dr. Jensen will be in shortly," she said with a smile. I sat on the exam table, fumbling with my fingers... I had never been to the doctor for this reason and I was so embarrassed that I decided to pay cash instead of using my insurance card.

A few minutes later, a short, chubby lady with wide hips entered my room. "Hello, Lauren! My name is Dr. Jensen. What am I seeing you for, today?"

I hesitated..."Birth control," I grumbled and felt my face flush.

"Oh, Lauren! There is absolutely no reason to be embarrassed! You're thinking ahead and that's very smart of you," she said, making me feel a little better, "All I have to do is do a pelvic exam on you and you choose which method is best for you," she said with a sweet smile.

"But Dr. Jenson... I had sex last night," I said, blushing again.

"Okay, well then, we'll just do a pregnancy test and do the pelvic exam on your next visit," she said and pulled out a thick book of different kinds of birth control. After informing me of the pros and cons of all of them, I decided on the Depo-Provera shot.

"Just take this cup, urinate in it, give it to Kimberly and she'll come in and give you your shot," she said, shaking my hand.

I did as I was told and a negative pregnancy test, a school note, fifteen minutes, and $200 later, I was in my car on my way to school. At a stoplight, I looked at my cell phone and had eight text messages from Logan:

Logan: Babe, where r u?

Logan: R u okay?

Logan: I'm getting worried...

Logan: Fucking answer me!

Logan: I'm goin 2 ur house...

Logan: Lauren, did I do something?

Logan: I just left ur house, no one's home.

Logan: Dammit, Lauren! Quit playing fucking games! Where r u? 

I felt awful, I had no idea he was texting... my phone was on silent in the doctor's office. When I pulled up to the school, I walked into the office and gave them my doctor's note. I walked to my locker and opened it, inside was a folded up piece of paper that someone squeezed through the holes at the top.

"None of us are fucking impressed, Bitch. You fuck a jock and all of a suden your hot shit? Your nothing more than a slut that's trynna fuck her way to the top and its only a mater of time before Logan drops you. Do yourself a faver and quit trynna be something your not."

I didn't know who left the note and I really didn't care. All of those spelling and grammatical errors, Bitch, please. Soon, the lunch bell rang and the halls began to fill with students. I saw Logan walking towards me and he didn't look happy... at all. His cheeks were red, his face was set in a frown, and his green eyes were ablaze.

"Hey, Ba-" I began, hoping to break the ice.

"Shut the fuck up and come with me," he growled as he roughly grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the crowded hallway.



Logan and Lauren Ch. 06



He pulled me between couples, around friends, and through countless amounts of doors. This wasn't good... he's never been this angry with me before and my heart was pounding. I tried to pry myself from his grip but he only tightened it, causing pain. I was actually lost, I tried to think back to remember which hallways he took and which doors he pulled me through. Fear gripped my lungs as he pulled me into a dark room that smelled moist.

"Where the fuck were you, Lauren?" he growled, pulling me close to him.

"Logan, you're hurting me!" I whimpered as I looked into his cold, hard eyes. They didn't soften and neither did his grip.

"Answer me!" he bellowed, releasing the grip on my wrist to grab my shoulders and shake me.

"I-I went to the doctor," I stammered, still fearful of what was to become of me.

"Fucking liar!" he shouted, releasing me and turning his back to me, "You stuttered, you're lying to me."

"I'm not lying, Logan. I just turned the doctor's note in to the office a little while ago," I said softly, walking over to him.

"Isn't that fucking convenient," he spat, looking at me with a look that broke my heart... disgust.

I put my hand on his shoulder and he tensed up against my touch, never relaxing. 'Why is he so angry with me?' I thought I tried to look at him...he avoided my eyes. I swallowed my pride and released the words that had been bouncing around in my head and heart for awhile, now:

"I love you, Logan," I whispered, feeling my heart throb in my throat. I tensed my own body, waiting for the rejection and the pain. His shoulders finally relaxed and he turned to look at me.

"You don't mean that," he said, shaking his head slowly. He ran his finger along my cheek and I looked into his beautiful, green eyes.

"Yes, I do," I said, standing on my tip-toes to kiss his lips. He turned his head turning it into a kiss on the cheek.

"Maybe we shouldn't see each other anymore," he said, avoiding my eyes. There it was: the rejection that I knew would come all along... I felt my heart break in a million pieces. I knew better! I knew better than to get wrapped up in this!

I turned my back to him and ran away. I heard him calling my name behind me, but I didn't care... I ran through the back hallways as fast as I could...my world was reeling and I was hurting so bad I felt as if I could be in physical pain.

I loved him and I knew it was wrong. He turned out to be everything that I knew he was. The hot tears fell down my cheeks as I heard the bell ring... classes had started, thank God, so there shouldn't be anyone in the hallways. I ran to my locker and got my purse and keys and lo and behold, Vanessa Hodges was standing in the middle of the hallway with her two goons.

"Aww, what's the matter, Sweetheart? Did Logan finally put you in your rightful place?" she said in a mock baby voice. I wanted to rip her fucking tongue out of that cock-sucking mouth of her's but I was in no emotional state for her or those two dimwitted bitches that followed her like sick puppies. Instead, I turned on my heels and ran to my car.

I hated him... I gave him everything and he still fucked me over. It was all my fault. I drove home with tears streaming down my face. When I got home, I sent my mom a quick text letting her know that I came home because I wasn't feeling well and I stripped off my clothes and laid in my bed. To my dismay, my pillows and my blanket still harbored Logan's scent. Instead of relaxing me like it usually does, it broke my heart even more, making me let out sobs that made it hard to breathe. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

~*~*~*~

I was awakened by knocking on my door. "Ren! Are you feeling any better, Honey?" my mom asked me softly.

"No," I said truthfully, my voice was so hoarse that it caught me off guard. My head hurt, my eyes were so puffy that they were almost swollen shut, I couldn't breathe out of my nose, and my throat hurt something fierce.

"You definitely don't sound good...is there anything I can get for you?" she asked, concerned.

"No, Mom... I'm okay," I said, closing my eyes. I didn't want to deal with anyone right now... I hated absolutely everything and I just wanted sleep.

~*~*~*~

My alarm went off on my bedside table. "Ren, it's time to get up!" Mom yelled through the door, as usual.

"I'm not going to school today, Mom," I said, throwing on a shirt and some shorts and jumping back in bed.

She opened my door and came inside. "Still not feeling well, Sweetheart?" she asked sitting on the edge of my bed. I shook my head and she put a hand on my forehead. "You feel a little warm and a little sweaty... stay home, Honey, and call me if you need me," she said softly, leaning down to kiss my forehead. She got up to leave but I stopped her.

I pulled some papers out of my bag and handed them to her. "Can you give these to Dad? These are all of my assignments for the next two days... I don't think I want to go back to school until Monday," I said, hopefully.

She looked at me questioningly and nodded. "Get some rest, Baby, and take care of yourself," she said as she walked out and closed the door behind her.

When the house became silent, I got out of bed and took a shower. I scrubbed my body to wash every memory of Logan from my skin. Thoroughly brushing my teeth, afterwards... I threw my bedding into the washer and washed it twice. I went downstairs to make me something to eat, I liked having the house to myself, but I really missed my brother, Dillon. He was my best friend. I decided to pick up the cell and give him a call.

"Hey, Sis...what's up?" he asked happily when he answered.

"Nothing much, Dillon... life sucks," I said glumly into the phone.

"Oh, Lord... tell me who I have to kill," he said with a sigh.

I told him everything about the last week, excluding the sex but he wasn't stupid.

"Wait, wait, wait... you and Chadwick? What the hell were you thinking, Lauren? I told you about his ass!" he said, chewing me out... I so did not need that at the moment.

"I know, Dillon, I know! I just can't stop thinking about him... what do I do?" I said weakly.

"Well, the big brother in me tells me to go down to Crystal Bend and beat the living shit out of him, that would solve your problem really fast...but you've already told me that you didn't want me to do that. So, I would say to wait him out and keep your head up, you're a really good girl and he'll realize that sooner or later," he said into the phone. I felt better instantly... I had the best big brother ever!

"Thanks, Dillon, I feel better already," I said truthfully, "I think I might even go back to school tomorrow."

"That a girl! I have a class that starts in about 15 minutes, so I gotta go... Be good, Ren, and stay away from the damn white boys for God's sake!" he said with a laugh.

We said our goodbyes and I ended the call. I got dressed, did my hair, and hopped in my car. Soon, I was pulling up at the mall that was a county over. I walked inside and went to some of the stores I saw snooty bitches shop in. I walked into a store and was approached by a bleached blond with huge tits. I looked at what she wore: a low-cut, thin half-sleeve shirt with skinny jeans and gladiator sandals. That was my girl.

"Hello! Can I help you find something special?" she asked in a very chipper voice.

"I need a wardrobe makeover," I said simply as I shrugged my shoulders. The blonde, who introduced herself as Kaci, gestured for me to follow her. She showed me some of the hippest and borderline sexy clothes that I had ever seen!

I tried on a sexy, black v-neck tank top with lace along the bottom and a short jean skirt and dainty sandals. I looked at myself in the mirror and was utterly shocked.

"How does it fit?" Kaci asked through the fitting room door.

"Um... it fits okay, I guess," I said shyly.

"Well, come out and let me see!" she said excitedly.

"I can't... I feel weird," I said truthfully, looking down on my bare thighs.

"Come on... don't be shy," Kaci coaxed. Eventually, I popped my head out and opened the door.

Her eyes grew wide as she looked me over... Finally, she opened her mouth to speak. "Don't take this the wrong way, Girl, but you look hot!" she shrieked, pushing more clothes at me.

Luckily for me, I still had almost $300 of Logan's money and when I walked out of the mall, I felt ten feet tall...he was going to regret what he did to me, that was a promise. 

~*~*~*~

I woke up the morning excited as all hell. I could hardly wait to show up to school wearing my new attire. My alarm went off and my mom didn't even bother yelling through my door. I had my outfit picked out the night before: a black tee shirt with the silver, shimmery word 'Single' across the chest, the notorious short, jean skirt, some black leggings, and silver, strappy sandals.

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. After drying my face, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and spoke words of comfort: "Alright, Lauren, this is it... today's going to be a really good day."

"I'm glad you're feeling better, Ren... I thought you weren't going to school today," Mom said happily, obviously overhearing my peptalk.

"Yeah, Mom, I um, feel better after the day and a half off," I said as I walked to my room to get dressed.

After I put my clothes on, I checked myself out in the mirror behind my door. I looked and felt amazing! I sprayed on my Victoria's Secret perfume and went to the bathroom to add my finishing touches. I flat-ironed my hair, put on my foundation, followed by some smoky eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and a simple, clear lip gloss. I put on the silver earrings and bangles that I bought yesterday and I was ready to go.

When I went downstairs, James was sitting at the table... when he looked up, his jaw dropped. "Where the hell do you think you're going looking like that, Young Lady?" he asked, sipping his coffee.

"To school," I replied, picking up a piece of bacon and a piece of toast.

"Oh, no, you're not! No daughter of mine is going to school looking like some hussy," he grumbled, taking a bite of his breakfast.

"I don't look like a hussy, Dad! Everything I'm wearing is within the dress code, I can assure you," I said smoothly.

"Lauren, I don't feel comfortable with you going to school dressed like that," he said as if that dismissed the subject.

"Mom!" I shouted.

~*~*~*~'

I pulled into the school parking lot and parked my car close to the school. I grabbed my new school bag and threw it over my shoulder and got out of my car. The spat with James lasted awhile and the first bell had already rang, meaning I only had five minutes to get to my first class.

I walked into the building, only to be met by a slew of staring faces. I walked to my locker, watching the sea of stunned students split as I walked through. I heard a few guys whistle at me and whispers about 'Lauren being so hot'. I felt fucking amazing, I didn't need Logan anymore even though popularity was no longer my aim. Then I saw him: Logan in all his masculine glory walking with his head thrown back in confidence, talking and laughing with Chance, wearing the same, cocky smile I had forgotten how much I fucking hated. His eyes almost popped out of his skull when he saw me... the last time he saw me, I was running away from him, crying after confessing my love to him. Fuck him.

I grabbed my books out of my locker and turned my back on him to walk to class. I felt his green eyes burning holes in my back as I carefully switched my ass as I walked to class. Class went by in a blur, I took notes, even though I already did the assignment. Before I knew it, the bell was ringing.

I walked to my locker once again to get my books for my next class. This time, the initial shock of my new appearance wore off and the guys were a lot more direct in their attempts to get my attention. I got shouts of everything from "Hey, Sexy!" to the more blatant: "Wanna hook up?" but I ignored every word as if I couldn't hear it. Vanessa and her Pets walked up to me and scoffed. "Still not impressed," she said rolling her eyes.

"That's okay," I said with a fake smile, "your boyfriend is." I was referring to Landon Bailey, the guy she'd been with for a few months that had been, very conspicuously I might add, eye-fucking me since I walked through the door.

"Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes again before she walked away.

Just as soon as she walked away, a figure darkened my view of my locker. I looked up to see who it was... it was Logan. Seeing him this close to me wrenched my heart and I wanted nothing more than to punch him right in the fucking eye, but damn if he wasn't leaning against my locker, exposing about an inch of his bare hip, almost making my mouth water uncontrollably.

"What do you want, Logan?" I said as I slammed my locker shut, "Walk and talk."

I took off walking, taking deliberate, quick strides just to make him follow. He did. "I just wanted to tell you that I passed my English test, yesterday," he said proudly, like he expected everything to go back to the way it was before he broke my heart. 

"Congratu-fuckin-lations, want a cookie?" I said, rolling my eyes as Vanessa had earlier. He stood there dumbfounded, totally not used to me being a complete bitch, but I didn't care. Fuck him.

I walked into my next class and it went by just as the one before it: me sitting in the front row (as always) and taking notes even though my assignment was already complete. Before long, the bell was ringing for third hour.

I walked confidently to my locker to get my book for my next class and again, a figure darkened my view of my locker. I was ready to turn around and give Logan an earful before I heard the voice that began to speak: "That's false advertising, you know?" the low, sexy voice behind me. I turned around to see no other than the second (if not first) sexiest white guy at Crystal Bend High: Tristan Wilson, the starting center for the basketball team. His icy, blue eyes looking down at me from his 6'5 peak, his blond hair wonderfully messy... he was gorgeous! Logan totally ruined any black guy's chances with me, that's for damn sure. It took a minute for me realize that I was staring and that his comment went without a response.

Quickly, I snapped out of it: "W-what's false advertising?" I stammered.

He said nothing, just pointed at the word 'Single' on my shirt. "Oh, no... that's not false advertising. I am single," I said casually.

He studied my face and raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? So you aren't with Chadwick anymore?" he asked.

I shook my head furiously. "No, no... definitely not!" I said looking up at him.

"That bad, huh? He's such a dick," Tristan said running a hand through his shaggy hair. I nodded in agreement. "Well, Lauren, I came over here to see if you wanted to hang out sometime... only if you're not too busy."

I smiled and him and nodded. "I would love to!" I said jotting down my cell number on a post it note and handed it to him.

He took it and turned to walk away... "I'll see you around, Lauren!" he called behind him.

"I'll see you around, Tristan," I called back, leaning against my locker, holding my book over my chest, and blushing.

As I began to walk to my next class, I turned and saw Logan about 10 feet away... he had to have heard everything. His face was red with anger and he looked at me as if he wanted to hurt me... or Tristan. Oh well, he should have thought about whatever the hell he was thinking about when shitted on my emotions two days ago. Fuck him. 

Third hour went by in a blur as well. Soon, the bell rang for lunch. I walked down the hallway, head and shoulders thrown back in confidence and lightly switching my hips. I walked through the line, got my tray, and took a seat at an empty table. I ate my lunch in alone and in silence, though I was approached several times during my meal by guys asking me if I wanted company. Every time, I respectfully declined, that is, until Tristan approached me.

"Why are you sitting here all alone?" he asked with a sexy smirk.

"Because you haven't offered to keep me company, yet," I replied, sharing the same smirk.

Without another word, he sat opposite me at the table. "So, how's your day going so far," he asked with a smile.

"Fine, just for some reason, everyone is acting weird around me," I said casually.

"Well, if you didn't come to school looking like every male students' wet dream, they wouldn't," he said with a low, sexy chuckle.

I laughed, touching his forearm, allowing my fingers to linger a little longer than necessary.

Behind Tristan, three tables away, I watched as Logan attempted to inconspicuously survey our interactions. I could almost swear that I saw the veins in his neck pop out as my fingertips gently hovered on Tristan's arm. Before long, I saw Chance wave his hand in front of Logan's face out of my peripherals. I heard him say: "Dude, Logan, if it bothers you that much, stop being a fucking pussy and go over there and say something." Logan shook his head furiously and replied, "I'm not even thinking about that slut." They rose from their seats and put away their trays, the 'Chadwick' and 'Harmon' of their letterman's jackets disappearing through the double doors of the cafeteria.

It made me feel really shitty hearing Logan call me a slut, especially because he was the one who took my virginity after I went eighteen years with it intact and if it weren't for him we would still be together. I quickly shook it off and continued the awesome conversation with the awesome guy in front of me. Soon, the bell rang for fourth hour. Tristan gathered both of our trays and put them away. He also offered to take my bag and books as he walked me to my locker. I told him that I was fine, but he insisted... I think it was so that he could walk me to class, as well.

I sat in the front row of Mrs. Oricelli's Trig class, as usual and mid-lecture I got a text message.

Unknown: Whatcha doin, Pretty Girl?

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: Ur nxt boyfriend...

Me: What?

Unknown: U heard me :P

Me: Listen, I'm in the middle of class, I don't have time for this.

Unknown: Calm down! Its me, Tristan.

Me: Oh! So you're my next boyfriend, huh?

Tristan: If u want me 2 b.

"....Lauren?" Mrs. Oricelli said abruptly. I looked at the board and saw a formula with a blank next to it.

"The Pythagorean Theorem and it is used for determining the sides and angles of a right triangle," I said with a smile.

"Right again," she said, "Although I see you're paying attention, please refrain from texting during class."

"Yes, Mrs. Oricelli," I said, putting my head down as the class let out a roar of 'oooohs'.

After a few minutes of constant vibrations in my pocket, I think Tristan finally got the message because it stopped. When the bell rang, I saw that the texts were from more than just Tristan, I also had a few from Logan.

Tristan: So, whadya say?

Logan: I know ur pissed @ me, but is there ne way I could convince u 2 keep tutoring me?

Tristan: U got caught, huh? lol

Logan: It's like tht?

Tristan: OK, we'll discuss this l8r.

Logan: Fuck it.

When I walked to my locker, Logan was beside me almost instantaneously. "I know you saw me texting you," he said quietly. I could tell he was trying to manage his anger.

"I was in class, so I didn't see your texts until the bell rang. Even though it's not like I owe you anything." I said, closing my locker.

"Fine. Will you still tutor me, Lauren?" he pleaded.

"I honestly don't know, Logan. I can hardly stand to be in your presence without spitting in your fucking face. It's not like you even need me anymore, you know how to study on your own," I said being 100% honest.

"I do need you," he said completely by accident.




Logan and Lauren Ch. 06



"No, you don't... you made that very clear. I'll think about it but I'm definitely not making any promises," I said walking away, leaving him rooted to the spot where I left him.

Tristan met up with me as I was walking to my next class. "What was that all about? Chadwick looks like you shitted in his fucking salad," he said, laughing at his own 'Click' reference.

After laughing a few seconds, myself, I replied: "Nothing important," as I shrugged my shoulders. Tristan had the most beautiful blue eyes!

"So, what did you think about my texts?" he asked curiously.

"Honestly, you are a great guy, Tristan, but I don't think I'm ready to just jump into another relationship. Logan really shitted in my salad," I said, hoping he would understand.

"Yeah, I totally respect that... just to let you know, I'll be here whenever you're ready," he said with a broad smile. He was off-the-charts adorable and I wrapped his chest in a tight hug because it was near-impossible for me to get to his neck... fucking giant. The back of my neck was burning... somewhere, someway Logan was seeing this and was fucking pissed.

After fifth hour, my day was technically over. I gathered my things and walked out to my car. I watched as the football team loaded up the activity bus to travel to their game. Logan looked at me as I sat in my car and something was in his stare...something soft. I quickly looked away and started my car. I drove to the library and opened the door. The tell-tale jingle of the door had Mom's head out from behind her desk in no time.

"How was your day, Sweetheart?" she asked with a warm smile.

"It was fine, I made a new friend," I said happily.

"Who?" she asked curiously.

"Tristan Wilson," I said, smiling.

"Oh, the tall, handsome fella that plays basketball?" she asked.

"The very same," I said with a nod.

"Is he a friend or a friend," she asked, probing.

"Mom! It's totally not like that. Well, he'd like it to be but it's too soon after Logan and my relationship ended, you know?" I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"You and Logan broke up? When did this happen?" she asked, concerned.

"A couple of days ago," I replied, my eyes downcast.

"Oh, Baby! I'm so sorry," she said, getting all sappy.

"It's okay, Mom, I'm fine," I said, not really knowing if I was being truthful or not.

"Okay," she said, "I'm gonna head out, Ren, take care of yourself." I nodded.

She left with a jingle of the door. I put away the returns and dusted, my usual duties. When my work was finished, I texted Tristan.

Me: Hey, Tristan, what are you up to?

Tristan: NM, Sexy, sittn here @ the football game.

Me: How's it going?

Tristan: Not good. Ur dad's about ready 2 blow a fucking gasket.

Me: What's wrong?

Tristan: Chadwick is havin a rly bad game.

Me: Oh really?

Tristan: O yea, his mind is totally somewhere else 2nite.

Me: Well, that's unfortunate.

Tristan: So wht r u doin?

Me: Working.

Tristan: Where do u work?

Me: At the library in town.

Tristan: Boooring :P

Me: Tell me about it!

Tristan: Shit! Chadwick just got fucking creamed... I'll ttyl.



Logan and Lauren Ch. 07



As much as I didn't want to be, I was worried sick about Logan...as much as I wanted to be able to turn a cold shoulder, I couldn't. As much as I wish I wasn't, I was in love with Logan and I had to know that he was okay.

I called James and of course, he didn't answer because he was the coach. I kicked myself for my stupidity and called Tristan.

"Hello?" the low, sexy voice crooned in my ear. His voice was like a sweet melody that I would never get tired of hearing.

"Tristan, it's Lauren," I said before kicking myself again. He knew who it was, my number was saved more than likely.

"I know. What's up, Sweetness?" he asked. I could tell he was smiling.

"I really hate to ask you this, but is Logan okay?" I asked as if the sentence was only a single word.

Silence.

"Yeah, I think so... he's sitting on the sidelines, right now. They have his knee all iced up, it's nothing major. He ran the football when he should have passed it off to Chance. I guess he was trying to make up for the shitty game he was having. But anyway, a lineman came and he tried to jump over him like he did the guy at Lakeston, but this guy was too fast for him and took his legs out from under him. He landed on his right knee. Your dad looked like his life flashed before his eyes when Logan hit the field, holding his knee. He'll be alright, Lauren... I promise," Tristan said in a voice that made my heart melt. Why did he have to be so damn perfect? Why did he have to tug so hard at my fucking heartstrings?

"Thank you so much, Tristan. I really hated to ask you about him but old habits die hard and the wound is still fresh," I explained apologetically.

"It's fine, I understand," he said dismissively. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to erase the feelings that still lingered in my heart for Logan so I could start over fresh with Tristan. Tristan was obviously the better choice... yeah, he was a jock, but he wasn't an asshole, selfish, possessive, cocky, spoiled, entitled or anything else that Logan was. Tristan was an all-round good guy.

"Alright then, Tristan. I didn't want to bother you or ruin the game for you or anything, I guess I'll let you go," I said, letting out a sigh of relief.

"You never have to worry about bothering me, call me whenever you want. I'll text you later, Babe," he said, I heard a whistle blow in the background.

"Okay, Tristan. Bye," I said, hanging up my phone. I blushed at the fact that he called me 'Babe'. Logan was the only person who had ever called me that and it felt almost naughty hearing it come from someone else...

I shut down all of the computers and checked to make sure everything was in order before clocking out. After setting the alarm and locking up, I walked out to my car. The cool, Fall air filled my lungs and washed over my body. I hated to admit it, but I was horny as hell. After getting used to daily 'sexcapades' with Logan, it was hard to go without it for more than a couple of days. I got into my car and started it. Soon, I was pulling up to my house. Mom was home, James wouldn't be for another few hours. I slowly walked up the stairs to my porch, allowing the movement to stroke my swollen clit. I needed something and I needed it fast.

When I got inside, I walked into the kitchen and got a bottle of water and a yogurt. After grabbing a spoon, I was up the stairs and in my bedroom in no time, opening my window. The cool, crisp air danced around the room, making my body feel hotter. I turned on my radio and started on my yogurt. 'Maybe I should just take a cold shower,' I thought, taking a bite and washing it down with water. My nipples hardened under my tee shirt. I took off my sandals and my leggings... instantly the breeze reached my hot clit. I groaned under my breath as I turned my light off and took off my clothes. Something about being naked with my window wide open made me feel like an exhibitionist, it was different and I loved it.

I laid on my cool bed and spread my legs. I let my hand hover over my wet pussy and felt the heat radiating. I felt goosebumps form on my skin from the next breeze, moaning I teased my clit. I closed my eyes and pictured a pale hand touching me instead of my own. I saw him: beautiful, shaggy blond hair and haunting, ice blue eyes. The look in his eyes took my breath away. His eyes remained locked with mine as he dipped his head down to my pussy, he stuck his tongue out and expertly licked my pussy eliciting a shiver that ran down my spine.

This wasn't fair, not fair to Tristan at all. "Tristan, you shouldn't-," I began only to be silenced by him sucking my clit into his mouth. I threw my head back and stifled a moan as he slid a long finger into my tight cunt. He ran his hand along my stomach and reached his long arm up to stroke my collarbone.

"Let it out, Lauren, don't hold back. Never hold back with me," he growled in that low, sexy voice as he increased the pace of his fingers.

"I can't," I whispered, "my mom is home."

"No, she isn't, she left a little while ago...Let. It. Out." he said, locking eyes with me and unbuttoning his jeans.

"Tristan, don't-" I said as he traced my slit with his hard cock.

"Don't what?" he asked innocently, lubricating the head with my juices. I bit my bottom lip and fought the urge to raise my hips to help him enter me.

"Don't fuck me...please," I pleaded, my eyes rolling back from the sensation.

"You mouth is saying 'no' but your body's saying 'yes'... Lauren, communication is 70% nonverbal and 30% verbal and your sending me mixed messages here! Guess what? I'm gonna go with the highest percentage," he said before slamming into me to the hilt, causing me to cry out. His dick was different. It stroked me in ways that Logan's didn't and vice versa. The scream was lodged in my throat as he continued to fuck me vigorously. I bit my bottom lip and tried to stifle my moan. "Don't. You. Dare. Let. It. Out." he said in choppy words between deep strokes.

I opened my mouth and let out a guttural moan, eliciting a perfect, white smile to form on his face. He was fucking me so good and I needed it. I dug my nails into his back and he buried his face in my neck. "Oh God! You smell and feel so good. God, Chadwick was a fool for letting you go," he crooned into my ear.

I lifted his head and kissed him. I don't know why, but I did. It felt so right, like the cold fist that was gripping my heart since Logan broke it was loosening up little by little. I held his face in both hands and stared into his beautiful blue eyes as he continued to move inside of me. It was erotic and intense, something I had never had with Logan before. I felt my breaths get choppy and my body begin to tense. "Tri-Tri- Tristan, I'm about to cum," I said as my pussy clenched on his thrusting cock.

"Oh, fuck!" Tristan bellowed as he roughly gripped my thighs and pumped into me furiously. "Lauren! Fuck! I'm gonna fucking cum!"

I saw stars as he came inside of me. His hot cum splashed against my walls making me quake involuntarily. "That was fucking legit," Tristan said, pulling me into his chest the way Logan used to. I couldn't help but feel a loss as I laid there, smelling a new scent.

My phone went off, causing my eyes to snap open. I was lying in my bed, naked, sweaty, and soaking wet. It was just my imagination. My heart pounded uncomfortably in my chest. Remembering what snapped me out of my trance, I went to pick up my phone. It was a text message from Logan...

Logan: Lauren, I need you 

I stared at my phone in utter disbelief. Who the fuck did he think he was? He can pull me around like a rag doll, break my heart, and call me out of my name to his friends and he expected me to just run back to him like a sick puppy just because he says that he needs me? He had another damn thing coming!

Me: Tough, you should have thought about that before.... I typed angrily, almost slamming my phone on my bedside table. I threw a tee shirt and basketball shorts on and when downstairs for a glass of water. By the time I got back up to my room, I had three text messages.

Logan: I know ur mad but Im sorry. I really didnt mean it Lauren.

Logan: Plz talk 2 me.

Logan: Dont b like this.

Ugh, he pissed me off on all levels. I felt my temper flare as I sent my reply.

Me: Logan, I'm more than pissed off, I'm hurt...you hurt me. You drug me up and down the hallways, questioned me like a suspect in a murder case, and after I told you my feelings, you broke up with me! You talked shit about me to Chance and now that you're hurt, you expect me to come running? Fuck that! I'm sorry but your little reign of entitlement has just run out. 

It hurt a little to be this cold to him, but it didn't hurt him at all to hurt me. I showered, purposely leaving my phone in the bedroom... He didn't deserve instant responses. I needed to take a nap, badly. The excitement of the day was taking its toll on me big time. I dried off and slipped on my sleep shirt and went to my bedroom. I walked inside and locked my door. The cool air formed goosebumps on my damp skin. I sat down at my vanity to tie my hair down, to my surprise there was someone behind me sitting on the edge of my bed.

I spun around quickly, knocking a few items that were on the vanity to the floor.

"Logan! What the hell are you doing here?" I said in a loud whisper. My heart still pounding in my chest.

He looked up at me with soft eyes, searching my face. For what I didn't know, but I was still a little flustered that he had the audacity to just barge in my room uninvited.

"Well?" I said, my hands on my hips, awaiting his explanation.

"I had to see you," he replied, shrugging, "I feel fucking terrible, Lauren."

I felt the tears well up in my eyes but I blinked them back. He was not getting the satisfaction of seeing me cry again. "Okay, you see me. Now, get out!" I said coldly, gesturing towards the window.

"Lauren, just hear me out, okay? I'm really sorry for hurting you. A lot of stuff happened that day. I know it's no excuse but I had called and texted, went over your house... everything and I still had no idea where you were. Then, Lisa Hahn said that she saw you with some guy coming out of a house off 15th. When I saw you, my anger got the best of me and I'm sorry. When I asked you about it, you stuttered then told me you loved me. I just couldn't trust you. I know now that you really went to the doctor. I saw the note sitting on Mrs. Ludwig's desk after you ran away from me. I felt fucking awful, I wanted to call or text you to apologize but I was too ashamed of how I acted. I was going to apologize at school the next day but you never showed. Today, you came to school all dressed up and looking good. I tried to be nice but you just blew me off and started talking to Tristan... all day. I just didn't know how to deal with it and I was thinking about it all day and I couldn't focus on the game which is how I almost fucked myself out of playing college ball," he said gesturing to his splinted knee, "Nothing is right without you, Lauren. I am so sorry that I hurt you."

I let his words wash over me. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to run over to him and throw my arms around him and tell him that I was here and that everything would be okay... as much as I wanted to, I couldn't. In that story, he proved to me that he had trust issues, he listened to what other people said, he showed me that he turned to physical force when he was angry, and that he didn't deal well with conflict. Logan Chadwick was not the right guy for me and if I didn't know before, I knew now.

"Please, Logan," I said in a shaky whisper, "I can't do this right now. Please, leave."

He looked at me with a combination of hurt and disbelief, still he rose to his feet and walked towards the window. With a final look back with those heartbroken green eyes, he was out the window descending to the ground. As I felt the distance grow, I began to wonder more and more what the consequences were for what I had just done.



Logan and Lauren Ch. 08



I walked into the library. Nothing felt quite right without Logan in my life. Ever since I watched him descend from my window, I felt a sense of loss... I felt hopeless and weak, even though it was my fault that we weren't together. Maybe I was wrong to deny him. No, he brought this upon himself. Maybe he could change. No, he's been this way this long... nothing will change him. I was so deep in thought, that I didn't even notice when the bell on the door jingled, signaling the approach of someone.

"Well, who shit in your salad?" I heard an extremely familiar voice echo through the silence. I jerked my head up and it was all I could do to not pounce on him over the desk.

"Dillon!" I screamed as I ran around it and threw my arms around his neck. "I've missed you soo much!" I pulled him away and gave him a once-over. He looked great, college suited him. His familiar, curly fro was gone, replaced by cornrows and he grew a neat goatee. He looked handsome, like a man and not my dorky, older brother.

"I've missed you too, Kidd," he said, ruffling my hair. "Why the makeover?" he asked, examining me as well.

"Someone once told me to keep my head up, that I was a good girl and sooner or later Logan would notice that," I said, smiling broadly at him.

"Yeah, Ren, but you didn't have to change yourself for that dick, you were perfect as you were," he said, looking down at me.

"It wasn't so much for him as it was for me. It was time for a change, you know? Just like you," I replied, gesturing at him.

"Okay, I can understand that. How've you been holding up? Did he realize how awesome you are or what?" he asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

"Yes, he did, Dillon," I said with a sigh.

"....and...," he said, egging me on.

"...and it was too late," I said, shrugging.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Ren. Any more prospects in mind?" he asked, actually buying my not-caring façade. If only he knew how much my heart ached with every thought of Logan Chadwick.

"Well, I have been talking to Tristan Wilson some," I said, shrugging again.

"Another white boy? Jeez, Ren! There's no hope for you, is there?" he said, throwing up his hands and acting all dramatic. I couldn't help but laugh because I knew Dillon could give a rat's ass about skin color, though I'm sure he would prefer if they were black.

"Easy, Killer, Tristan's a good guy," I said, blushing. As if on cue, my phone began to ring, I looked at it and Tristan's name popped up on the screen. I gave Dillon the 'one minute' finger and answered it.

"Hello?" I said excitedly into the phone.

"Hey, Gorgeous, I was just calling to see what you were up to this b-e-a-utiful Saturday morning," he said chipperly.

"Oh, nothing, I was just sitting up here at the library, my brother just got home for the weekend, but I'm stuck here for the next few hours," I said with a sigh.

"Oh... Well, would you like company?" he asked, sounding a little bummed as if he had something in mind before he found out that I was busy.

"I would love company!" I said, hardly able to contain myself. I watched as Dillon's eyes grew wide and he began to vigorously shake his head.

"Awesome, I'll see you soon, Babe," he said before hanging up.

"What?" I said as put my phone back on the charger.

"You can't have you're little boyfriends coming up here visiting you on the job!" Dillon said, tsking and shaking his head.

"Tristan is not my boyfriend and he just wants to come here to keep me company, look at this place! You could hear a mouse piss on a cotton ball in here and I don't want to spend the next few hours at wits end, trying not to pull my freakin' hair out!" I said frantically.

"Okay, okay, point taken. Just be careful. I'll see you when you get home," he said, giving me a small smile and a quick hug.

"I will. I love you, Dillon," I said as he began to walk away.

"Back atcha," he said as he made his exit. It didn't take long before I saw Logan's shiny, black Navigator pull into the parking lot.

~*~*~*~

Though I owed Logan absolutely nothing, I couldn't control the fact that I felt as if I was doing something I shouldn't be. It didn't take long before I heard the tell-tale jingling of the bell by the door. I tried to make myself look busy with some freshly returned books, looking up only as he approached the counter.

The sight before me made my jaw drop. Logan, stunning as always, was holding a vase with red roses, a box of chocolates, and a box. I stared at him with wide eyes in disbelief as he sat all of it down on the counter.

"Logan... what is all of this?" I managed to choke out, my eyes rolling over everything on the counter.

"It's part of my apology. I know it's too early for Valentine's Day but I was clueless about what girls like. I figured that girls like flowers, candy, and jewelry at least that's what my dad used to get mom before she lost it. Did I do okay?" he said, making the whole thing sound like one sentence.

"I-I," I stammered, feeling the fist around my heart loosen a bit more. "Logan, I can't take any of this. It's not fair to you. Honestly, Tristan's coming here to the library to hang out and keep me company until I get off."

Logan looked at me as if I had just spit in his face and to my surprise, he kept his cool. "Lauren, you can keep all of this, okay? This is my apology to you. Here, let me show you what I got you," he said, picking up the box and gesturing for me to come close.

I leaned forward as he opened the box. Inside was a shiny, platinum necklace that read 'Lauren' in diamond letters. Again, my jaw dropped as he took it out of the box and clamped it around my neck. He allowed his fingertips to linger at the nape of my neck longer than necessary, causing me to shiver. Without warning, he leaned in and brushed my lips with his.

"I love you, too," he said as he stood upright and flashed me his perfect smile. We both looked to the window and saw Tristan's red F-150 pulling into the parking lot. "I'll see you around, Babe," Logan said as he quickly kissed me again and hugged me over the counter.

Before I could utter a word, his back was to me and he was disappearing out the door. From the window, I could see Logan and Tristan pass each other in the parking lot. They looked as if they were staring each other down before Tristan broke contact and looked up at the building.

Soon, the bells jingled and he came inside, damn near filling the doorway. "Wow," he began, looking at the counter, "someone's been trying some major sucking up... Did it work?"

"Does it look like it?" I asked, a playful smile dancing across my face.

"No, but looks are deceiving," he grumbled as he got closer. I walked from behind the desk and gave Tristan a light hug.

"It's good to see you, Tristan," I said as I inhaled his scent. I pulled away and gave him a once-over. He had on a white fitted tee shirt with the John Deere logo on it and a pair of fitted Levis. Against my better judgment, I stole a glimpse at his package and felt my cheeks grow warm. Thank God for fitted Levis. I silently prayed that he didn't notice my attention to his nether region, lucky for me he didn't.

"It's good to see you, too, Babe," he said looking down on me with that to-die-for smile. Lord, how I wished for simplicity. I'm in quite a predicament... not wanting to hurt Logan and not wanting to lead Tristan on. How I longed for the days when I was just a piece of furniture in the classroom. "So what are we doin today?" he asked.

"I don't get off for another two hours and some change," I said, bummed.

"Well, I was thinking... if you and Loverboy don't have any plans, we could go to the lake or something when you get off. We could grab some hamburger meat and hot dogs and I could grill. Then, if you aren't bored out of you mind, we could roast marshmallows and have s'mores," he said, avoiding my eyes.

Damn God's cruel joke... Two amazing guys and no way to choose between the two. It was at that moment that I took a strong stand to be single.

"That sounds amazing, Tristan!" I said, truthfully. Nothing seemed like it would be better than spending the day at a lake with Tristan. With any luck, I'd see him shirtless in swim trunks. It wasn't cold yet!

Over the next couple of hours, Tristan and I played board games and card games to pass the time.

"No Uno!" Tristan yelled excitedly upon realizing that I forgot to say Uno. I pulled my cards from the deck. It was hard to focus on the game when I kept hearing Logan's voice resounding in my head: "I love you, too." How could he love me after all of this nonsense? I'm so confused.

"Uno out," I said as I laid my last card down. I smiled at Tristan smugly.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked, making me look away. "No, don't look away from me. You are beautiful... so beautiful, in fact, you should never feel self-conscious."

He leaned across the table and probed my eyes with his crystal blue ones. He took his hand and stroked my cheek causing me to blush and smile. I sat back in my chair and cleared my throat. I needed to get out of this library with him before I did something one of us would regret. 

Tristan and I went our separate ways after my shift ended.

"Okay, so I'll pick you up at about six?" Tristan asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yeah, that gives me a few hours to hang out with my brother. Do I need to bring a swimsuit?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah, totally... Bring a swimsuit, definitely," he said, making me laugh.

"Alright, Tristan. Let me get everything together on my end and I'll see you later," I said, smiling. It was obvious that neither of us wanted to leave, but I let the fact that we would have hours of fun ahead of us be my inspiration.

"Okay, Lauren," he said with a nod. He walked over to me and wrapped his long arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug. Against my better judgment, I closed my eyes and relished in his sweet smell. He had a faint scent of cologne but it had been washed out by the smell of the outdoors. It was intriguing.

After we separated, I hopped in my car and started the engine. After giving him a final wave, I drove down the long road to my home.

~*~*~*~

"So what do you and Tristan have planned for the night?" Dillon asked me suspiciously.

"None of your business!" I said, laughing as his eyes grew wide at the clothes I pulled out of my closet.

"You better not be going out in public with shorts that short," he grumbled, holding up the pair of shorts that I laid on the bed beside him.

"Ugh, if you must know, Dad, we're going to the lake," I said, snatching my shorts out of his grasp. I laid my new bikini on the bed by the shorts and waited for his next comment.

"Since when have you wore bikinis, Ren?" he questioned, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Since right now, Dillon," I said smugly as I put a white tank top with the rest of my outfit.

"So, you think you're grown, huh?" he said with a smirk.

"No, I think I have a life," I said as I dropped to the floor and grabbed a pair of flip flops from beneath my bed.

"Okay, okay, just be careful. I don't like my baby sis being out in revealing clothes with guys that are bigger than her," he said shrugging.

"Don't worry, Dillon, I haven't forgot anything that you taught me," I said with a reassuring smile.

"Prove it," he challenged as he leaped off the bed and tackled me to the ground.

"Dammit, Dillon! Get off me!" I said as he put all of his weight on my back.

"Make me get off," he said, laughing.

I rolled on my back, struggling to free the arm that he held captive. After accomplishing my task, I pushed him off of my stomach and onto his back where I wrapped my legs around his and sat on them. He tried to get me with his arms but I stayed just out of his reach.

"What the hell, Ren? Did you date a wrestler, too?" he said, grimacing.

"No, I just have an awesome big brother," I said as I untangled my legs from his and got to my feet.

"Okay, maybe you can take care of yourself, just keep your eyes and ears open. I'll be here when you get back," he said as he got to his feet and exited my bedroom.

My cell phone began to vibrate. I walked over to my bedside table and picked it up. Logan's picture flashed on the screen.

"Hello?" I said, taking off my basketball shorts and underwear.

"Hey, Babe. What are you doing?" he asked in a voice that sent chills down my spine.

"Getting dressed. Tristan and I are hanging out tonight," I said, pulling on my bikini bottoms and my jean shorts.

"Oh," Logan said, sounding pretty bummed, "Are you and him...together now?"

"No, Logan. He's just a friend," I said, pulling my shirt over my head.

"Awesome... are we friends?" he asked cautiously.

"Uh, yeah. I would consider us friends," I said, unsnapping my bra and tossing it to the floor.

"Even more awesome!" he said enthusiastically, "So that means we can hang out sometime, as well, right? Since we're friends and all."

"Yeah, sure. I don't see why not," I lied. I could think of a million reasons why we shouldn't hang out. One of which being that I had no idea how long I could keep my hands off him.

"Great. What are you doing Friday?" he asked a little too nicely.

"Nothing yet," I said, wondering what he could possibly have in mind.

"Good. Friday's a home game and it's the first game they'll let me play since the injury." he began, "I want you there on the sidelines wearing my jersey."

"But Logan," I began, "I don't have your jersey."

"Yes, you do," he said smugly, "Look under your bed, towards the headboard on the side I slept on."

I did as I was told and there, on the floor, was a white box wrapped in blue ribbon. I undid the bow and the opened the box. Inside was a blue Crystal Bend Gargoyles jersey with the infamous number 13 on it. I grabbed it out of the box with shaky hands and turned it over. Above the larger 13, 'Chadwick' marked the back.

"Logan, how did you-," I began but was unable to finish.

"When I came to your room last night, I stashed it under your bed. It was gonna be a present for you...please tell me you'll come to the game with me and wear my jersey. It'd mean the world to me," he said, borderline begging.

"Of course I will!" I said, my heart melting. God, why did have to make my life so difficult?

"Thank you, Lauren. I love you," he said hopefully.

"Logan, I'm sorry... I can't-" I began, blinking back tears.

"You don't have to say it back, Lauren. Just know that, okay?" he said quietly.

"Okay," I said, nodding.

"Have a good time. Be good," he said before he hung up the phone.

I was officially between a rock and a hard place. I really wanted to be with Logan but at the same time I wanted Tristan. It wasn't fair. This was all Logan's fault. If it weren't for him, we could be together with Tristan nowhere in the picture, living our happily ever after. Also, if it weren't for him coming back with all of his love and forgiveness bullshit, I could be with Tristan with Logan nowhere in the picture, living our happily ever after.

I was so confused but one thing was for certain: I was going out with Tristan that night and was going to have a really good time, regardless of what tomorrow would bring. I applied waterproof eye makeup and sprayed a generous amount of perfume on my body. Everyone knows perfume smells better wet. I got a text from Tristan telling me that he was outside and I grabbed my purse and was out the door before James or Dillon could make any comments about my attire.

Tristan got out of his truck and opened the door for me as I approached him. "You look amazing!" he said as his eyes rolled over my body. He quickly blinked and shook his head, clearly forcing inappropriate thoughts back into their holding place. He was such a gentleman.

"Thanks. You don't look too shabby yourself," I said as I took in his appearance. He was wearing a fitted white tee shirt and some baggier jeans, I could see the waistband of his swim trunks underneath. God, I hoped we would get into the water!

After closing my door, he went to the other side of his truck and got in. Before putting it in gear, he looked at me and said "Are you ready to have the time of your life?"

"I am more than ready to have the time of my life," I said with a smirk. With that, he put the truck in reverse and backed out of my driveway. In no time, we were driving down the road, heading to the lake. 

~*~*~*~

After a few minutes of driving, Tristan turned on the radio to break the awkward silence. Soon, the cab was filled with Kenny Chesney's voice singing She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy. I stifled a laugh.

"What's the matter, Lauren? Don't like country music?" Tristan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Tristan, Sweetheart, I was born and raised in Crystal Bend... I have nothing against country music," I said with a smile.

"Good, because I'm a country boy through and through and if you couldn't deal with a bit of country, I was just gonna have to turn this Ford around and take you home," he said with a smirk.

"Really?" I asked with a pouty face.

"No, of course not! You're too pretty to let go!" he said, flashing me a perfect smile causing heat to rise to my cheeks.

"Thank you. So, do you really have a tractor?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, nodding.

Involuntarily, my mind drifted to an image of Tristan shirtless, riding on a John Deere tractor. I saw the sun beaming in the background and sweat dripping down his torso. I shook my head to rid myself of the inappropriate vision.

Before long, the remnants of our small town began to fade from view and our surroundings became more barren and rural. Dillon had good reason to be worried about me and I knew that now. I was in a truck with a guy that easily doubled my size, tripled my strength, and we were in a place that was miles away from civilization. I wasn't sure if I was more intimidated or turned on by this realization.

Tristan clearly became concerned about my sudden silence. "Why'd you get so quiet? Is it something I said?"

I shook my head vigorously. "No, you're perfect," I said genuinely, "I was just a little lost in thought."

"No, Babe... I'm not perfect. I'm far from it, but I'll tell you something: I plan to make this trip damn close," he replied, briefly making eye contact with me. "It shouldn't be long, now."

True to his word, within a few minutes we were pulling up to a concrete clearing. I smelled the lake through the vents, so I knew it was close. Tristan parked the truck and killed the engine. I reached for my door handle only to be stilled by the look he gave me. "Don't you dare," he said in his low voice and before I knew what he was talking about.

With no further ado, he was around to my side of the truck, opening the door.

"Thank you, Sir," I said, smiling politely.

"My pleasure," he said, returning the smile, "Let me show you what I got here."

He walked around to the bed of the truck and I did the same. I saw he had hamburger meat and hot dogs that he'd promised...I also saw graham crackers, Hershey's bars, marshmallows, and a tent.

I nodded my approval. "So, it looks like hot dogs and hamburgers for dinner and S'mores for dessert?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, looking excited that I approved.

"So," I began, "what's the tent for?"

Tristan's face turned beet-red before he began to speak: "Uh, well, I didn't know exactly, uh, what the plan was tonight. So, I, um, just got the tent and sleeping bags in case you wanted to call it a night. There's two separate sleeping bags back there, I swear," he stammered, being off-the-charts cute as usual.

"Tristan, it's okay, I wasn't trying to say anything. It makes sense," I said, softly, giving him a quick hug, "So what's first? It's still early, why don't we go for a swim?"




Logan and Lauren Ch. 08



Poor Tristan tried to manage his demeanor. "Sounds good," he said, running his hand through his messy blond hair. I walked over to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the lakeshore. It was a nice, warm day... a little breezy for my taste, but nice. 

'It's now or never,' I thought as I pulled my tank top over the top of my head. I was beginning to unbutton my shorts until I looked over my shoulder and saw Tristan staring at me, his mouth slightly agape.

"Tristan," I said quietly as I pulled my shorts down, "are you okay?"

He shook his head and blinked a few times. "Yeah...I'm fine."

I walked over to him and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. "Then why are you still dressed?" I asked with a smirk. I guess I should have felt bad for teasing him the way I did but it was too much fun. He shrugged shyly and I pulled his shirt up and over his head in one, swift motion.

My eyes grew wide as I took in his perfect, tan skin. He was gorgeous.

"Come on, now, I'm not going for your zipper! Get those jeans off and let's get w-," I began before thinking of how that would sound, "in the water!" I carefully corrected.

Tristan complied, undoing his jeans and pulling them down. His swim trunks were low on his hips, making his delectable 'V' reveal itself. Absolutely perfect.

"Come on!" I said, gesturing for him with my index finger as I ran to the lakeside. Soon, he was by my side and we began to wade into the cool water. My nipples were rock hard and I felt my pussy begin to get wet. I silently prayed that Logan was exaggerating about my scent. Just to be sure, I hurried out til the water was waist-high, my toes sinking into the soft, squishy earth of the lake floor. We swam out until I was neck-deep and he was chest-deep.

He dipped his head under the water and I could swear that he re-surfaced in slow motion. The water dripped down his face and over his neck and shoulders. I stood there, biting my bottom lip and trying to force my eyes out of the slits they had become.

"Let's go further out," he suggested. I knew I wasn't a strong swimmer, so I quickly shot it down.

"Tristan, I'm not the best swimmer, so I don't feel comfortable going out where my feet don't touch," I confessed, blushing.

"Come on... Hold on to me, I won't let you go. Trust me," he promised, his icy, blue eyes leering into mine.

Against my better judgment, I nodded and gripped his broad shoulders as he walked us into deeper water. The waves splashed around my neck and my feet didn't touch the ground. I panicked and wrapped my arms tighter around his neck.

"Easy, Lauren. I gotcha," he said, flashing me that flawless smile of his. I blushed and looked away from him. "What's wrong, Lauren? You look nervous."

"Oh nothing, just I can half-ass swim and I'm scared I'm gonna drown," I said, shrugging like it wasn't a big deal.

"Here," he said, grabbing my thighs and wrapping my legs around his waist, "if you go down, I will too but you have nothing to worry about. You're safe with me."

He looked fucking amazing! His scent was perfectly in sync with the smell of the trees and lake. My heart began to beat faster in my chest. It was the hardest thing imaginable to keep my hands off of him.

"Jesus, you're beautiful," he said, looking down at me with those piercing eyes of his.

"Thank you," I said, looking quickly away.

"No, really," he said, tilting my chin upward and bringing his lips down to meet mine.

"Shit! I'm so sorry, Lauren," he said, dropping my chin, "I just wasn't fucking thinking..."

I shook my head and climbed up and returned the kiss, silencing him. "It's okay, I wanted it, too."

With that being my consent, he roughly gripped my hips and kissed me with urgency. I wrapped my arms around his neck and traced his lips with my tongue. He let out an low growl before parting his lips and granting me access.

He slipped his large hands down the back of my bikini bottoms and gripped my ass as I massaged his tongue with mine. I groaned into his mouth as I felt his erection begin to grow harder and more rigid beneath me.

'What have I done?'



Logan and Lauren Ch. 09



I sat wrapped tightly in a blanket (courtesy of Tristan) wearing my dry clothes. Tristan disappeared periodically to find firewood to feed the fire to keep us warm. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees in a short amount of time. My drying hair began to frizz and I hoped that my makeup wasn't all over the place. I silently prayed that I didn't look as bad as I felt.

My heart actually ached. I wanted to be with Tristan but I knew inevitably, I would go back to Logan. Logan cared about me and we had a bit of history... I knew his secrets and he knew mine, we just seemed to fit. Sure, he had a few kinks to work out, but we were still in high school. We had plenty of time to work out our differences and hopefully, he took some time during our time apart to think about what he'd done.

I had no doubt in my mind that Tristan's motives were noble which made it even harder to lead him on.. He definitely deserved better than me and my love-triangle bullshit. He deserved a relationship where he was the only one and I couldn't give that to him. Tristan generally kept to himself at school and was never surrounded by a crowd, unlike Logan...Why he even approached me that day, I had no idea.

"Whatcha thinkin'?" he said cutely as he sat down beside me, handing me a soda and a plate holding a burger, a hotdog, and chips.

"Oh, nothing," I lied, taking the plate and can of soda that he offered. My stomach grumbled impatiently.

"Don't lie, Lauren. You're thinking that what just happened between us was a mistake and now you're having second thoughts," he said, casually, probing my eyes with his.

I broke eye contact and put a potato chip in my mouth. I chewed slowly until there was nothing left to chew before I looked back up at him. He was still looking at me intently.

"What?" I grumbled taking a bite out of the hotdog.

"Am I right?" he asked, cracking open his soda.

"Yes, Tristan, you're right," I said monotonously.

"Why are you having second thoughts, Lauren? Because of Chadwick?" he said after taking a sip.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply before nodding. I wanted to be anywhere else at this moment.

"I know you still love him, so I'm not mad if you say we shouldn't see each other anymore. Also know that I won't think any differently of you, regardless of your decision," he said sincerely, the intensity behind his stare, borderline painful.

"Why couldn't I have met you first?" I said, closing my eyes and shaking my head. He scooted closer to me, wrapped his arm securely around my shoulders, and pulled me close.

"God has a plan and he doesn't make mistakes, Lauren. He meant for everything to happen exactly the way it did and I have no regrets and neither should you," he said, planting a kiss on my forehead.

I closed my eyes and relished in the moment: the warmth of the fire on my cheeks, the security of Tristan's arms around my shoulders, the smell of the trees and lake, all of it. Tristan lived up to his word. Tonight was absolutely perfect and I was having the time of my life. 

~*~*~*~

I sat at the edge of my bed, excitement getting the best of me. A little less than a week had passed since my night with Tristan and things had changed very little between us. We still talked and texted on a regular basis and even went to grab a bite to eat after school. He acknowledged the inevitable fact that sooner or later, I would be Logan's again and he had even reassured me that if things didn't work out again, he'd be anxiously awaiting his chance.

I, of course, told Tristan that he was way too good of a guy to be waiting for anyone to which he met me halfway by telling me he wouldn't actively search for anyone but would accept if the situation arose. I always knew I was a good girl but when I became such a 'prize', I had no idea. Nevertheless, it felt good to be wanted, sexually or platonically.

My heart began to dance in my chest as my cell phone began to ring. I looked at my phone and Logan's picture popped up on the screen.

"Hello?" I said, careful to not sound to anxious.

"Hey, Babe, what are you doing?" Logan said in a low voice, almost a whisper. I heard loud music and shouting in the background.

"I'm just sitting here at home... Logan, shouldn't you be getting ready for the game?" I asked, casually.

"Ah, yeah, I was just making sure you were coming... you know, I didn't wanna get out there and you not be there," he said, still near-whispering.

"Yeah, I'll be there, there's still about an hour and a half before game time and I'm getting ready. Listen, don't worry about me, just get your head in the game before James kicks your ass for talking to me. Plus, I want to be impressed today," I said, knowing exactly what to say to get him pumped.

"You got it, Babe... see you soon," he grumbled.

Soon, I heard Chance in the background: "Logan, I know you're not fucking talking on the damn phone! We're less than two hours out, you need to fucking get it together!"

"Okay, get off the phone before you have a riot on your hands," I said, chuckling.

"Alright, I love you," he said before hanging up.

I laughed at myself for how close I was to saying it back, but for now I had to get ready. I took a shower and put on Logan's jersey, tucking it into the waistline of a pair of jeans that hugged my hips in all the right places. He knew the jersey wasn't going to be long and flowing like it should be, rather it was fitted.

I put on my makeup and slipped the necklace Logan gave me around my neck. It was beautiful and it made me feel beautiful as well. After a few spritz of perfume, I was ready to head to the game.

I locked up the house and hopped in my car. I was actually excited to watch Logan in action, I hadn't watched a game since Dillon played last year. It didn't take long before I was pulling up to the field and it was packed. After parking my car, I walked up to the ticket window to buy my ticket. Mrs. Oricelli was working the window.

"Hello, Mrs. Oricelli," I said with a bright smile as I reached into my pocket to pull out my money.

"Hello, Lauren, there's no need to get your money out, Logan already paid for your ticket," she said, handing me my ticket through the window.

"Thank you, Mrs. Oricelli! You enjoy the game," I said, taking the ticket and not really caring that I was totally kissing ass. I knew she didn't care too much for my relationship with Logan, but my academics never quavered, so she never had real reason to treat me differently.

I walked up the hill until I made it to the stands. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood by the fence.

"Lauren! Lauren!" a very familiar male voice yelled. I looked around trying to locate the source of the shouts. It was James.

"Hey, Dad! Are you guys ready for the game?" I asked, smiling.

"Yeah, we're looking really good for the championship," he said, returning my smile, "but listen, Logan said you were coming and he wanted you on the sidelines. Obviously, you know I don't believe the Field is any place for a woman but I want his head to be in the game... So if you're gonna be on the sidelines, you're gonna have to be the watergirl."

I knew how James felt about girls on the field and I knew that until a girl came and led his boys to a championship, he'd never change. It didn't really bother me that I'd have to be the watergirl because I got to see my man Logan in action...up close.

"Fine," I grumbled, feigning disappointment.

James held the gate open for me and I walked inside.

"Well, I hate to rush you, but could you get the Gatorade started? I gotta go in the locker room before these bums lose focus," he said with a chuckle.

I nodded and walked over to the water cooler and was happy to find that it was already full of water. I searched for the Gatorade powder and found it in one of the closets in the Field House. After reading the directions, I mixed the Gatorade and added ice. When it was cool enough, I poured it in several cups and put them on a table on the sidelines.

The stands were full on both sides...it made me nervous that somewhere in the stands, there were scouts with Logan's future in their hands. I could only imagine the kind of stress he was dealing with!

Soon, I heard the announcer echoing through the stadium: "Ladies and Gentlemen, let's hear it for your Crystal Bend Gargoyles!" My heart jumped in my throat as I saw the cheerleaders lining up, two holding a rather crude banner of a Gargoyle demolishing a Devil at the end of the line. We were playing the Dickson Devils. The team ran in a thundering herd, as they ripped through the banner, hooting and hollering.

I searched the crowd for Logan. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach when I saw number 13, bouncing around and acting nuts like the rest of them. Soon, he simmered down and searched the sidelines for me. When he found me, he touched a finger to the side of his helmet and pointed at me... it made me swell with pride, though I had no idea what that meant.

~*~*~*~

The Gargoyles walked away from the first round of the play-offs victorious as I knew they would be. James was happy, Logan was happy, I was happy. After dumping the Gatorade, I stood outside the Field House and anxiously waited for Logan to come out after James' speech.

After what seemed like hours, the door opened and out came the team. Logan saw me as soon as I saw him. Without hesitation, he was at my side.

"I love you," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I love you, too," I breathed. I meant it, too. It felt right to be in his arms again, it had been too long. He brought his lips down to meet mine. He pulled me flush against his body and I melted against his touch. I ran my tongue along his lips and he parted his lips. I massaged his tongue with mine, moaning into his mouth.

"Mmm, I missed you, too," he said, pulling away and smirking. I looked up at him breathlessly, his green eyes boring into mine.

His eyes grew dark with lust. "I smell it, Lauren." 

~*~*~*~

The ride to Logan's house was incredibly long and the undeniable sexual tension was almost unbearable. I had never been to Logan's house before but I knew exactly what to expect. As we neared The Chadwick Residence, the scenery changed. Houses began to sit on larger plots of land and many you couldn't see from the road due to privacy shrubbery.

I suddenly felt out of place, what was I doing with Logan Chadwick going to his home? I felt as if I were making a mistake. Soon, we pulled up to a large wrought iron gate with a 'C' in the middle. Logan rolled down his window and did something and the gate began to open wide. I looked out the window in awe at my surroundings. The landscaping was immaculate and well-lit with fountains and multiple yard sculptures. We drove up a bit and curved behind the house up a long driveway, leading to the garage. Logan tapped a button and one of the four garage doors opened and he pulled inside. I looked around amazed at the fact the I saw two jet-skis, a four wheeler, and something under a tarp, all parked in this garage.

When we came to a complete stop, he tapped the button to close the garage door, put the Navigator in park, and removed his keys from the ignition. Soon, he was opening my door for me. I exited the car and let him shut the door behind me. Before I could fully steady myself, his lips were over mine and he was pushing me against the side of his car.

I stifled a groan as he traced shapes on my neck with his tongue and used both of his hands to grope my breasts through the jersey.

"I missed you so much," he growled, grinding his erection against the crotch of my pants.

I tilted my head back as he nipped at my neck, clearly trying to make marks. "I've missed you, too," I whispered, rubbing his cock through the fabric of his jeans. "Please don't tease me anymore," I pleaded, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper.

"Right here, Babe?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Right now?"

I bit my bottom lip seductively and nodded. I saw the way my eyes were clouded over in lust as I looked into his emerald ones. I needed him, all of him... right now.

He reached down and undid my jeans, pulling my jersey out to serve as my only cover. He pulled my jeans and panties down simultaneously, planting kisses on my thighs, down my shins, and around my calves. I stepped out of them and my shoes as Logan got to his feet.

"I want to taste you so bad, but when I do, I wanna take my time with you," he breathed, pushing me against the car again. He hooked my right leg around his waist, as I supported my weight against the car. He ran his cool fingers along my hot, soaked slit. "Tell me you want me," he said with a smirk.

"I want you, Logan, I want you so bad," I whimpered, almost in tears from frustration. I had already begged him for no teasing.

Without another word, he entered me...slowly but firmly. I groaned as my pussy stretched to accommodate him.

"Mmm, tighter than I remember," he grumbled in my ear, "You haven't been giving my pussy to anyone else... you know who it belongs to."

He was right. My pussy belonged to him, it wouldn't feel right giving it to anyone else. He was my first and I would love it if he was my only.

I gasped as he increased his pace. I loved the way he felt inside of me. I loved the way his cock stroked me in just the right ways. How I went without him for so long, I didn't know.

"Oh, God," I groaned as he tangled his fingers in my hair. He tugged my head back, exposing my neck. I felt the familiar pressure build up in the pit of my stomach.

"I love you so much, Lauren," he said as he planted kisses along my neck. "I was crazy without you."

I felt my eyes roll back in my head as I felt the pleasure boil hotter in my loins.

"I love you, too, Logan...please don't stop! Fuck me! Make me cum!" I shouted, not thinking of the volume of my voice.

He obliged, slinging my leg over his forearm and pushing into me so hard that it hurt. The bones of my shoulders dug into the car, causing me to bite down on my lip. He slid his hand between our bodies and vigorously stroked my clit.

"Cum for me! I want you to scream!" he commanded. I closed my eyes and screamed. My release was swift and powerful. My pussy began to spasm on his cock, causing him to groan deep in his throat. Soon, he followed in my footsteps and filled me with his cum. 

I ran my hands over his shoulders to steady myself as he dropped my leg to the floor. He kissed me and I could feel the smile on his lips.

"You're spending the night," he said quietly, "call your mom." 

~*~*~*~

"Alright, Ren, I'll see you tomorrow," my mom's voice said through the phone. " I love you."

"I love you, too, Mom," I said in return, hanging up. Finally able to throw my head back in laughter. The entire time I was on the phone with my mom, Logan was giving me a foot massage and I was extremely ticklish.

"You asshole!" I shouted, throwing a fluffy pillow at him. I felt bad for lying to my mom but would I have really been able to say: 'Mom, I won't be coming home tonight because my boyfriend wants me to stay over so he can fuck my brains out'? Of course not.

He gave a look of false hurt. "I'm an asshole for giving my girl a foot massage? Women," he grumbled. There was a slight scratching at the door that caused both of us to look up. "Do you like dogs?" he asked. I nodded and he untangled his body from mine and walked over to the door, opening it. In came, what looked like a large ball of wrinkles... hardly a dog.

"Lauren, meet Bear. Bear, Lauren," Logan said, causing me to chuckle at his formal introduction.

"Hello, Bear," I said, patting my leg to get him to come closer. He did, bringing his wrinkled body toward me. He flopped out his purple tongue and wagged his tail. His breed looked familiar but I couldn't put a name on it. "What kind of dog is he?" I asked, ruffling his wrinkled face.

"Shar-Pei," Logan said, looking at me as though he was impressed by my interactions with his furry friend. I nodded, mouthing the name again for my memory.

"What?" I said when his staring became a little weird, "Dogs like me," I shrugged.

"Well, I like you, too," he whined and made an adorable pouty face.

"Come here, then," I said with outstretched arms.

"Oh, no, I have better plans for you," he said, smirking. He came over to his large bed and picked me up, causing me to squeal aloud. He carried me, bridal style, to his bathroom and sat me on the counter. I would kill to have my own bathroom!

He pulled the jersey over my head and reached his hands around my back and unsnapped my bra. I shrugged it off my shoulders and smiled. His eyes rolled over my body, my nipples hardening under his gaze. I loved how he looked at me as if I were the only thing that mattered, a look of adoration and arousal.

I took his face in both my hands and planted a kiss on his lips. I reached down and pulled his Under Armour over his head and stifled a groan as his skin was exposed to me. I hadn't realized how much I missed just looking at his beautiful, ivory skin, adorned by the twin nautical stars that I'd come to know so well.

"I love it when you look at me like that," he said, pushing his basketball shorts down his legs and stepping out of them. His lips connected with mine once again as he rubbed his large hands up and down my sides.

He picked me up again and carried me to his shower, his extremely large and clear shower. I looked around as he sat me to my feet. What I noticed immediately was that there were no knobs to the shower, just digital panels. Looking even closer, I noticed there was no showerhead.

"Can I get your hair wet?" he asked, his finger stopping just shy of the panel. I nodded my consent and he pressed a button that adjusted the water temperature and then another that played music, finally, he pressed the one that started the water and to my pleasant surprise, water jets poked through the ceiling of the shower and began to emit water that was similar to a heavy rain shower.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, surrendering all to these feelings that encompassed my body.

Soon, Logan was behind me, rubbing some masculine-scented body wash over my shoulders and he kissed my neck. His hands traveled around the front of me and he softly massaged my breasts. Everything was so right. I turned toward him and wrapped my arms around his neck and planted kisses along his clavicle. I wondered how I ever could have disliked him with such a passion. Logan was amazing.

He backed me against the wall, obviously ready for Round 2 but I was having none of it. He attempted to lift my leg up, but I kept it firmly planted to the floor.

"What's wrong?" he questioned, puzzled by my sudden lack of interest in sex.

"I have better plans for you," I said with a smirk as I sank down to my knees and planted small kisses along his length.

"You dirty little girl, you," he growled as he leaned against the shower wall. I missed him, I missed his scent, his taste... everything.

I ran my tongue along his shaft and licked swirls along the head. He moaned, increasing my enthusiasm. I opened my mouth and took him into my throat, nearly gagging, forgetting his size. He ran his fingers through my wet hair and soon he was pumping in and out of my mouth. Tears fell from the effort, though he didn't notice due to the water. It wasn't long before I tasted precum and felt his body grow rigid.

Without warning, he pulled out of my mouth and shot his cum all over my cheeks, lips, and chin. How he knew that was exactly what I wanted, I had no idea. I ran my tongue along my lips and tasted his cum. "God, you're sexy, Lauren," he said, breathlessly. I tilted my head back and let the water wash my face clean.

He helped me to my feet and turned off the water. He stepped out the shower and grabbed a towel and stepped back in. He began to gently dry my body, kissing my breasts and abdomen on the way down. When he was finished, he led me out the shower to his bed. He pushed me backwards on the bed, separated my legs, and pushed my heels up to my ass, spreading me wide open.




Logan and Lauren Ch. 09



"What are you doing?" I asked, giggling, "Haven't you had enough, yet?"

"Not until I've returned the favor," he said, lowering his mouth to my pussy. His emerald eyes bore into mine and he swiftly licked up and down my slit. The sensation was intense but I could not look away. I stared into his eyes and he sealed his lips around my clit and gently massaged it with his tongue. Soon, I was moaning his name and gripping the sheets.

"Shit, Logan, that feels so good," I groaned, my heart racing. I felt the familiar tension and was ready to explode.

"Cum for me, Baby," he growled into my pussy as he slid two fingers inside. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as my orgasm took hold. My pussy spasmed involuntarily as he continued to pump them in and out. When I regained my composure and my breathing settled, he looked up at me with a wet face. He opened his mouth to speak before his cell phone began to ring.

"Fuck," he cursed, obviously identifying the caller by the ringtone, "do you wanna meet my mother?"



Logan and Lauren Ch. 10



I dressed myself in one of Logan's many tee shirts and put my jeans back on. My makeup and decent hair was absolute history. I looked at myself in the mirror of Logan's bathroom, cursing my luck. In the midst of my near-breakdown, Logan walked in the bathroom and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.

"This is where natural beauty come into play," he said as if he read my mind about my appearance, "and you're beautiful. You don't need anything extra, especially not for my mother."

I felt my cheeks flush as I turned around and gave him a tight hug. "Thanks, I needed that," I said with a small smile.

"No need to thank me for telling the truth," he said, taking me by the hand. "Come on, Mother's waiting."

~*~*~*~

We exited his bedroom and descended the fancy staircase hand in hand. My heart pounded in my chest and I squeezed his hand tighter as we walked into a room with a fire. An extremely fair-skinned woman with blonde hair sat looking into the fire, sipping brown liquid out of a glass that was predominately filled with ice.

"Mother," Logan began, causing the woman to look up in our direction. "I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Lauren. Lauren, this is my mother, Nadine."

Instantly, I noticed she shared the same emerald green eyes as her son but they grew wide when she got a good look at me... that was to be expected. Determined to make a great impression, I gave her my best smile.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Chadwick," I said, nodding in her direction.

"Likewise, Lucy," she said, dismissively, raising her eyebrows and taking another sip, "Logan, what happened to that nice girl that used to come around quite a bit? I believe Vanessa was her name?"

I felt a pang of disappointment at not being accepted but what exactly did I expect? Logan and I were from two totally different planets and I knew it, but I had just gotten Logan back in my life and I intended to keep him in it. What really bothered me is that she looked at Vanessa as a nice girl but looked down on me without even knowing me.

Logan's body tensed beside me and I could feel anger radiating off his body. "Mother, it does not matter what happened to Vanessa. She isn't a factor... Lauren is my girlfriend and you wanted to meet her. Now you have, we'll be going now."

"Oh, Logan, Darling, don't be so dramatic! I simply asked what happened to her," she said, shrugging off her son's anger and taking the final sip of the glass, "I know you're with little Lily, here."

"Lauren," he corrected firmly.

"Lauren," she repeated, nodding. "So, Lauren, what does your family do?"

"My mom is a librarian and my dad is Logan's football coach," I said, still attempting to smile.

"Oh!" She said, widening her eyes in what she thought was realization, "Your father is Logan's football coach! So you're the little girl that was tutoring him, yes?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I tutored Logan for awhile," I said, nodding.

"I see. It all makes sense, now," she said, seeming a little happier about the situation.

"Enough, Mother," Logan growled.

"I was just wondering where this girl came from... where you found her. It just all makes sense, now. You needed the grade and here she is. I must say, I was almost concerned, Logan." she said, refilling her glass.

"You don't know anything, Mother, you're brain is always swimming at the bottom of a bottle," he said, causing her jaw to drop.

"Logan! Take that back!" She said, her right hand clutching her chest in an overly-dramatic manner.

"Take back everything you said about Lauren, then!" he challenged.

"I'm not taking anything back. You got what you needed from her! Why are you keeping her around? It's indecent," she pressed.

"I'm keeping her around because I love her," he said, taking a step in her direction.

She choked on the sip she was taking and scoffed audibly. "Love, Logan? You do not love her. You don't know what love is, Son! She is not your type... she is just looking for a way out of the filthy gutter that she was born into!"

I felt the heat rising to my cheeks and opened my mouth to speak. "With all due respect, Mrs. Chadwick, I was not born into a filthy gutter and I am perfectly content with walking out of this relationship, if the time comes, exactly the way I came into it. I have no interest in money and if I did, I am more than capable of using my own means to obtain it," I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Not interested in money? Please, Dear, tell me how you came across that pretty little necklace that's hanging from your neck. That doesn't look like the product of a librarian and high school football coach's wages to me," she asked, gesturing toward the necklace that Logan bought for me.

"I bought that necklace for her when she left me. If she was the gold-digger you're trying to make her out to be, she wouldn't have done that, Mother. She would have stuck around just for the money. If I were you, I would stop trying to draw conclusions about why I love who I do and put down that damn bottle," he said, pulling my hand as we walked toward the stairs.

When we were up in his room, I sat uncomfortably on the edge of his bed.

"Don't pay her any mind, Babe. She probably won't remember any of that in the morning, she stays so toasted." He said, resting his hand on my cheek, "I love you and nothing she does or says can change that."

"I love you, too," I said, feeling mildly comforted, "Logan, what did she mean by 'the girl that came over quite a bit'?"

He ran his hand through his hair and exhaled. "Honestly, Vanessa would come over a lot and we'd have sex. It was nothing ever more than that, just sex. Mother wanted to meet her and she did and she liked her. I guess it was because she was just as much of a vindictive bitch as she was. I was never with Vanessa which is why you never found out until now."

I shook my head, treating my brain like an etch-a-sketch, wanting nothing more than to erase the thought of Logan having sex with Vanessa. "So, where's your Dad?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"In Wyoming, inspecting the mines we have there. He's not as bad as Cruella, I swear and I'd like it if you met him when he returns. We're not all bad," Logan said with a small smile.

"Why does she drink so much?" I asked, unsure if I was crossing a boundary.

"My parents were, let's say, fated to be together," he began.

"Like an arranged marriage?" I inquired, earning a nod from him.

"Something like that. Well, Dad didn't like the thought of that one bit, while Mother was ecstatic. She had always wanted to be a wife and mother and whatnot. So, they got married and Dad still fucked other women and stayed out late. Soon, she turned to alcohol to make her feel better. Then, she got pregnant with me. After I was born, Dad cleaned up his act and did his best to right his wrongs but it was too late. She had developed an addiction and old habits die hard. I believe Dad stays with her out of guilt because deep down, he knows that he's the reason," he finished with a sigh.

I instantly forgave Nadine for everything she said that night and felt very sorry for her. Her life hadn't been easy and she drank to numb the pain. I felt a surge of anger towards Logan's dad for breaking her the way he had but I remembered that people make mistakes and he, like anyone else, deserved the benefit of the doubt.



Logan and Lauren Ch. 11



"Babe?" Logan's voice whispered into my dream. I clenched my eyes shut and drifted back to sleep. After a moment with no response, he moved his shoulder to wake me up.

"Huh?" I growled, a little irritated... I had fallen asleep shortly after laying down on his bed and now he was interrupting my rest.

"Do you ever think about the future?" he asked, oblivious to my frustration. I sat up, stretched, and let out a big yawn.

"Of course I think about the future, Logan... I've spent my entire life thinking about and preparing for the future. Why?" I asked, looking up at him. He never was this deep, now that he was touching this, it couldn't be good.

"We graduate in May and I don't even know where I'm going, yet," he said, staring at the ceiling. I turned on my stomach and hovered my face in front of his to look into his eyes.

"You don't know where you're going because you don't know what school is going to offer you the best scholarship, yet, Logan. Not because you're slacking... look at you! Your grades are good, you're up for a scholarship, you're doing great," I said softly, running my fingertips along his cheek. It's not that he needed a scholarship, it was just that he wanted to feel like he was good enough to deserve one.

"You know where you're going, though, don't you?" he asked, slowly exhaling. So, this is what this was about.

"Yes," I agreed with a nod, "I'm going to OU with Dillon."

"What about us?" he asked, absentmindedly.

"What about us, Logan? We're going to be fine, no need to worry," I said sternly.

"How can we be if I'm not good enough to go there with you?" he said, looking up at the ceiling again.

"You're good enough to go wherever you want, Babe. OU has been scouting you at every game and I have no doubt they'll be offering you a position on their team. Now, enough of this nonsense... lay down and go to sleep. I love you," I said, planting a reassuring kiss on his lips.

"I love you, too, Lauren," he said as he pulled me closer to his body. I couldn't help but think about what he was saying... if we did go to different colleges, what would become of us?

~*~*~*~

I woke up with a start. I was in an empty and unfamiliar bed. Overnight, I had forgotten that I was at Logan's and not at home. I sat up frantically, looking around for him. He was nowhere to be found. On the verge of freaking out, I noticed a note on the bedside table.

Get dressed, I have a surprise for you. -Logan

'As if waking up in an empty bed wasn't enough of a surprise,' I thought, relieved. I looked through his closet to find a clean shirt. I settled on one of his plain, white tees. I pulled a pair of his basketball shorts over my thighs and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth with a new toothbrush labeled 'for you'. After washing my face and pulling my hair into a messy ponytail, I got a text from Logan.

Logan: Come downstairs

I silently prayed that Nadine wasn't around because I really didn't want to deal with her bullshit. I understood why she acted the way she did but that didn't mean I liked it.

With a shaky hand, I turned the door knob and exited Logan's bedroom. After about three steps, I was met by a very wrinkled Bear. "Hello, Bear!" I greeted, rubbing his wrinkled forehead. At that moment, my phone vibrated with another text from Logan.

Logan: Leave the damn dog alone lol I'm more important

I rolled my eyes and smirked... That was Logan for you. I made my way to the staircase. Gripping the smooth, curved banister as I began my descent. At the bottom of the stairs, I saw Logan, looking like he was up to no good.

"Good morning, Sleepyhead," he said when I made it to him. Before I could reply, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. "I missed you... I've been waiting for you to wake up for three hours and it took all I had not to attack you. You are too damn sexy when you're asleep. Though I gotta say: you look even sexier in my clothes." His eyes rolled over my body, causing mild moisture to begin between my thighs.

"Whatever, Logan," I said, shaking my head until I realized that he said three hours. "Three hours? Why the hell did you get up like it was a school day?"

"I really don't know. All I know is that it was crazy how hard it was for me to keep myself distracted when you weren't around, so I made the decision that we're gonna be together forever," he said, smirking.

"Aww, you're sweet," I said, raising an eyebrow, "What's the catch?"

He looked at me in disbelief, "Whatever do you mean, Lauren?" he asked, his voice laced with false innocence. He released my waist, went into the living room, and had a seat on a large couch.

"I mean, you're acting really weird, Logan... What are you up to?" I said, remaining rooted to my spot.

"I'm not up to anything, Babe. Come here," he said, patting his lap. He had a mischievous gleam in his beautiful, green eyes... I loved him.

Against my better judgment, I walked over to him and straddled his lap. "I thought you had a surprise for me," I said, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"I do," he replied, kissing me again, "but you have to be a good girl if you want it." I could feel his lips curl into a smirk... He was definitely up to something.

"A good girl? I'm always good." I said innocently as I bit my bottom lip... if he wanted to play, I was game. He let out an audible growl and gripped my breasts over my shirt. I smiled inside when I felt his cock stiffen beneath me. I loved the effect I had on him.

"So you wanna be a tease? I'll show you what being a tease gets you," he said pulling his shirt over my head. "Where's your bra, Lauren?"

"Upstairs on the floor where you flung it, Logan," I said, coolly. His eye rolled over my naked breasts before lowering his hot mouth to my hard, left nipple. I exhaled sharply as his white teeth nibbled on it, slightly.

"And your panties?" he inquired, rubbing my hairless pussy through the thin fabric of his basketball shorts. I felt a heat wave wash over me.

"Right next to the bra," I said, tilting my head back. Logan took advantage of the extra skin by running his tongue over the center of my neck, along my trachea.

"You're such a naughty girl, Lauren," he said, slipping his hand past the waistband of the shorts, "Coming down here with no bra or panties. You knew what you'd do to me."

I gasped as he slid two fingers into my hot cunt. "Fuck, Logan," I groaned as he moved them inside of me.

"Do you want me, Lauren?" he asked, nipping at my collarbone. He removed my ponytail holder and tangled the fingers of his free hand into my hair and pulled my head back. "I said: Do. You. Want. Me?" he said, pounding my pussy with every word.

"Yesss," I hissed, wanting nothing more than him to fuck me, "in your bedroom."

He released my hair and gave me a sharp slap on my right breast. My nipple felt like it was on fire. "That isn't what I asked you, Lauren... You're supposed to be my good girl. For the last time and with nothing extra: do you want me?"

"Yes," I said, with a pathetic nod.

"Good girl," he said, lovingly sucking the nipple he just hurt. "Think about it, Babe... anyone could come through that door...at any moment." He said, gesturing to the door on the far wall. Involuntarily, my pussy clenched on his fingers. "I take it you like the thought of that... Stand up."

I did as I was told, reluctantly removing his talented fingers from inside of me. I watched longingly as he sucked each one clean, looking deep into my eyes. He gripped the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down. I stood before him naked and shaking, the pure thrill of possibly getting caught coursed through my veins. He beckoned me with his index finger, gesturing for me to straddle his lap again.

Feeling the cool of his clothing against my heated, naked body was exhilarating. He reached behind me and pushed his fingers in my pussy from that angle. I was in heaven. "Please," I begged, "no more teasing."

With that, he flipped me on my stomach beside him on the couch, pulled me up by my waist, and separated my thighs, leaving me in a very open doggy style position.

"Lauren," he said, smacking my ass, "you haven't been very good. You've actually been very defiant. I will fuck you wherever I want, whenever I want, and I will tease you as long as I like. I'll tease you until your body physically aches for me if I so choose, is that clear?"

I had no idea why, but his words were getting me so worked up I could hardly hold still. Where he got this new method, I didn't know, but it was too hot.

"Yes," I said into the cushion of the sofa. He smacked my pussy, causing me to yelp like a wounded puppy.

"Yes, what?" he growled as he ran his fingertips along my spine, causing goosebumps to rise.

"Yes, Sir," I said, beaten. Pride had no place in sex.

"Good girl," he said, standing. He instructed me to turn with my chest against the back of the couch and my knees on the cushions. Before long, I heard the jingle of his belt buckle and the sound of a zipper...I felt his hard cock at my entrance, sliding between the sticky lips.

"Lauren, is this pussy ready?" he asked, pushing the head inside and back out again.

"Yes, Sir," I said, nodding. It took all I had not to back up until he was buried deep inside of me.

"Show me," he said, backing away (to my disappointment). Driven by lust, I reached both hands behind me and spread it open for him.

Without warning, he slammed himself into me. My eyes rolled back and I let out a sigh of relief and he pounded me with abandon. My senses were on fire, I relished in the feeling of his zipper scratching the bottom of my ass cheeks, the feeling of his hands pulling my hair, yanking my head backwards, the sound of the skin of his hips ramming into mine, and his fingers expertly stroking my clit.

When I tried to move my hands to steady myself, he stopped me with a simple: "Don't you fucking dare." I obediently continued to spread my pussy as he gripped my shoulders and plowed into me. I sank my teeth in the sofa as my orgasm approached.

"Oh my, God, Logan! I fucking love you," I squealed as my pussy contracted on his still pumping cock. Soon, his respirations became irregular as I captured his seed. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my waist as he continued to fill me.

When our breathing slowed, he pulled out of me, spent. He took a seat beside me on the sofa, still fully clothed. He grabbed me and pulled me flush against his chest and kissed my forehead. "I love you, too."

At that moment, we heard keys jingle in the door. After looking at each other for a brief second, we grabbed my clothes and ran upstairs. Once safely out of sight, we peeked over the banister to see who it could be. In stepped a tall man with blond hair and blue eyes that looked as if he could have been Logan in about 25 years.

"Logan! I know you're home, it smells like sex!" He yelled, looking around. He didn't look angry, he looked amused. 



Logan and Lauren Ch. 12



"I'm not going," I declared, face still flushed from embarrassment. Logan was trying to get me to go downstairs to meet his father but I absolutely refused. Due to his comment, it was obvious that he knew what we had been doing moments before and there was no way I could look at him or expect him to look at me like he didn't know.

"Babe, I'm sorry that shit happened like it did but he would have known regardless. My dad is a bit of a pussy hound and like I've told you, you have a very distinctive scent," he explained, looking down at my sore and swollen, jean-clad pussy.

"I don't care, Logan," I said, crossing my arms, "The last thing I need is for your dad to think I'm a slut."

Logan looked at me with an unreadable look. "Lauren, my dad knows all about you. He knows how much you mean to me. My dad is my best friend... he'd never judge you. Now, please accept this surprise and go with me to meet my father."

I let out an exasperated sigh and nodded. "I'll go meet him," I agreed, walking into his bathroom to fix my hair again. I loved being around Logan but I missed being home with my own things. I called Mom to check in, she still believed that I was out with my friend 'Hannah' a girl that I hadn't seen in almost a year.

Swallowing my pride, I began to walk to the door. "Do you not want your surprise?" Logan asked, sitting at his desk.

"Of course I do! I though that the surprise was meeting your dad," I said, straddling his lap once again.

"Oh no, Babe... this is a little bigger than that," he said with a smile. He reached behind him and pulled out a small box. My eyes grew big and I silently prayed that it wasn't what I thought it was... as much as I loved Logan, I didn't want to be engaged to him, at least not yet.

Watching my wide eyes, he opened the box. I let out an involuntary noise of shock when I saw that it was, indeed, a ring. "Logan, I-" I began only to be shushed.

"Breathe, Lauren. It's not an engagement ring... it's a promise ring," he said, pulling it out of the box and taking my hand. "I promise," he said, sliding the ring on my left ring finger, "to do everything I can to make you happy and to never ever hurt you again. I love you, Baby."

My heart thudded audibly in my chest. I felt stinging in the corner of my eyes so I blinked the tears away. My eyes took in the beautiful piece of jewelry that now adorned my finger: It was a white gold band with small diamonds along the center with two interlocking hearts that each held a diamond... L&L was inscribed where the hearts interlocked.

"I love you, too," I said in a voice barely above a whisper. I closed my eyes and smiled, suddenly perfectly content with everything... The world could come at me with everything it had but it didn't matter to me, I had Logan on my team and I loved him with everything I had.

I leaned down and gave him the most heated, passionate kiss I could muster. I tangled my fingers in his dirty blond hair and ran my tongue in the hollow spot between his neck and his shoulder. He groaned and tilted his head to the side to give me better access, gripping my hips tightly as my tongue teased his spot. Almost instantly I felt his stiffening cock pressing against my pussy. My hands shot down to his jeans before he stilled them.

"No," he groaned, "we gotta go see my dad."

"Right," I said with a small nod as I regained my composure... "Babe, you really need to quit buying me expensive gifts, your mom might get the wrong idea."

He glared at me when I mentioned his mother... "Fuck her."

"Logan, that's not very nice-," I began, only to be silenced by another glare.

"She's not very nice," he said, grabbing my hand and leading me out of his bedroom.

We descended the staircase again to find Logan's dad sitting in the game room, playing Logan's game film from Friday on an obscenely large television. He was deep into it, I could tell... he was at the edge of his seat.

"Dad," Logan said, trying to get his father's attention.

"Hold on, Logan, gimme til the end of this play," he said, eyes never leaving the screen.

I looked at Logan and he smiled. His face had a look of pure love on it. Logan loved his dad and I could tell even if he never told me. The way he looked at his father was the complete opposite of the look of disdain that he had for his mother. It was almost saddening.

As promised, his dad paused the game when the play ended and stood to his feet. He turned to look at us and Logan released my hand and walked over to him giving him a hug. His dad kissed the top of his head and released him before directing his attention to me.

"You must be Lauren, I'm Kyle, Logan's dad," he said, taking a step to me and offering his hand.

"Nice to meet you," I said, taking it.

"Logan, she's just as beautiful as you said," he said over his shoulder to Logan.

"Told ya," he said, simply . Kyle released my hand and turned to Logan.

"About Friday, I'm sorry about missing the game but from this film, you were dominating, Champ!" Kyle said excitedly, causing Logan to swell with pride. Their relationship was awesome.

"It's alright, Dad... I know you're busy. I had Lauren there cheering me on... you know she's Coach's daughter," he said, dismissively. Kyle looked at me and smirked at Logan.

"You dog... The Coach's daughter?" he said, laughing and preparing to high-five.

"Ahem, excuse me... You guys do know I'm standing right here, right?" I said, hiding my smile. These two were like Frat brothers...

They both reluctantly dropped their hands and looked semi-embarrassed. How Kyle and Nadine were married, I had no clue. They were complete and utter opposites.

"Sorry about that, Lauren... It's just been awhile since I've seen my boy. Also, I would be asking a lot more questions if Logan hadn't kept me posted about you two this whole time. Thank you for putting up with my son for this long, I might have to put you on payroll because dealing with him can be like a full-time job..." Kyle gesturing toward Logan with his head.

"Ha ha, very funny," Logan said, unamused even though I was cracking up.

Before anyone could reply the door opened and in came Nadine. She looked at her husband and son and finally at me. Her eyes narrowed to slits: "What the hell is she still doing here?"

"Jesus, Nadine! What the hell's the matter with you, Woman?" Kyle asked, his words thick with disappointment, "I'm sorry, Lauren, I don't know what has gotten into my wife..."

"She's a bitch," Logan said, shrugging his shoulders. As soon as the words left his mouth, Nadine looked at her son, heartbroken.

"You will not disrespect your mother. Period... Do it again and I swear I'll break your damn jaw. Apologize...now," Kyle said lowly, glaring at Logan with his blue eyes ablaze.

"I apologize for being disrespectful, Mother," Logan said, avoiding eye contact with everyone, clearly embarrassed about being called out in front of me.

"It is already forgotten, Dear," Nadine replied, dismissively. She walked over and kissed Logan on the cheek and then she turned her attention to me: "I was serious, though... Libby, you have a home and a family that loves you very much, why are you still here?"

"My name is Lauren, Mrs. Chadwick, and I am here because my boyfriend wants me here. Now, you are the woman of the house and if want me to leave, I will," I said, not batting an eyelash.

"Nonsense!" Kyle said, looking from Nadine to me, "Lauren, I am the man of the house and you can stay here for as long as you please."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Chadwick, but I definitely do not want to overstay my welcome," I said, looking at Nadine.

"It's Kyle, Lauren, and as I've said: stay as long as you please," he said seriously.

Nadine huffed audibly, defeated, and walked over to their free-standing mini-bar to pour herself a drink.

"Nadine, stop. It's not even noon... it's too early to drink," Kyle said, firmly removing the glass from her hand.

"Who are you to tell me when I can and cannot drink?" she said, challenging him with her eyes.

"I am your husband, Nadine, and I'm worried about you. I love you," he said softly, unaffected by her hostility.

"Since when?!" she spat, snatching the glass from his hand. Kyle just let it go, hopelessly watching Nadine prepare herself another drink. I took it as my cue to go.

"Well, it was nice to finally meet you, Kyle. Mrs. Chadwick," I said, nodding in each of their directions, "but I think I'm going to take my leave."

"It was a pleasure," Kyle said, giving me a small smile that didn't meet his saddened eyes.

"Likewise," I said, turning on my heel.

Logan grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. Once in his room, he grabbed both on my hands and looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Do you have to go?" he asked, avoiding my gaze.

"Yes, Baby... I have to go home sometime," I said, shrugging.

"If this is about my mother-," he began, only to get cut off by me.

"It's not your mom, I promise... It's just I can only lie for so long and, your mom was right, I should spend some time with my own family."

Logan gripped my hips and kissed me like he was never going to see me again. I felt my pulse quicken from the sudden, intense contact.

"I love you, Baby," Logan said, reaching behind me to grip my ass. If I wasn't sore, I would have been all over him... we both knew that.

"I love you more," I said, smirking.

"Never... Let me drive you to your car before I change my mind and bend you over that computer desk," he said only halfway kidding...

~*~*~*~

Before long, we pulled up at my car that was still parked at the football field.

After closing my door, I walked on his side to give him a kiss. "I'll miss you," I said, allowing my lips to graze his.

"I'll miss you, too," he said, running his fingers through my hair, "I'll see you tonight."

"Tonight?" I asked, pulling away, slightly.

"Yup, leave your window open," he said, laughing at my expression as I nodded.

I watched him drive into the distance and felt my heart ache. I wondered how there was ever a time that I hated him with a passion...



Logan and Lauren Ch. 13



"Thank you all for tuning into Sports Xplore," the television blared, "Today, we're gonna answer the big question that you all wanna know: Where in the world is Logan Chadwick going next fall?! We have our very own Chad Swenson on the case.... Chad?"

The camera view switched to Chad Swenson sitting across from Logan in a chair with a table between them.

"Thank you, Bill. Right now, I'm sitting here with Crystal Bend's Starting Quarterback, Logan Chadwick. Logan, after your phenomenal performance at the U.S. Army All-American Bowl earlier this year, a lot of people want to know where you're going to college in the Fall... Is this a question that you have an answer to at the moment?"

Logan gave a small smirk. "I do know where I'm going this Fall but I'm not going to give it away. Everyone will just have to watch on National Signing Day."

Chad leaned in as he spoke, " So just to be clear: you have made your decision."

"Yes, I know where I'm going... it's just not official until I sign the dotted line," Logan said, nodding.

"Awesome. Now, Crystal Bend is a small town, so I have to ask: Does the whole town stop when there's a football game?" Chad asked.

"Crystal Bend is a really football-oriented town and just about everyone shows up to the games. We have amazing support where I'm from," Logan replied proudly.

"Do you think that you have an advantage over other players from larger cities for that reason?" Chad asked.

"I really don't feel that I have an advantage in any way for any reason but I can say that extra support helps a lot and Crystal Bend is the best place for that," Logan said.

"Logan, being a former Quarterback myself, I must say that you are doing very big things on the field. Some, like me, feel that you're shaking up the game... What gets you mentally prepared to play the way you do?" Chad asked with genuine curiosity on his face.

Logan sat back in his seat and exhaled. "Honestly, Chad., it feels really good to have a legend such as yourself to compliment me like that. I will say that I really don't do anything special. I just sleep a little extra and drink a lot of water."

Chad raised an eyebrow, "Seriously? That's it? No lucky underwear? No rabbit's foot?"

Logan laughed a little, "No, that's it...I mean, I watch football movies all day with my girlfriend."

"Ah, the plot thickens. Who's the lucky lady?" Chad asked, rubbing his hands together.

"Honestly, she's Coach's daughter," Logan said smugly.

"Oh really? Coach is cool with that?" Chad said, laughing.

"Uh, no. Well, he's warmed up to the idea," Logan shrugged.

"Alright, I see you, Big Man! Thanks for coming on today and we wish you the best of luck in your career," Chad said, leaning forward to shake Logan's hand. "You guys heard it here first on Sports Xplore! Back to you, Bill."

My heart felt like it could explode at any moment. Logan mentioned me on-air in front of millions of people. How many people were watching the sports channel on a Saturday afternoon. I was absolutely elated until I saw the look on James's face...

"Get back down to earth, Girl," he grumbled, seeing the goofy look on my face.

"Sorry, Dad," I said, looking away. Logan was in California for the interview and wouldn't be back until tomorrow night. He wasn't gonna be any good for school on Monday.

James grunted a reply. I took this time to get away from him while he was in a pissy mood. I made my way to my room so I could catch up on my reading. Almost as soon as I made myself comfortable, my phone began to ring. Logan's picture popped up on the screen.

"What's up, 'Big Man'," I said, smiling.

"Oh, stop! Did I look like a complete ass?" He asked after laughing at my Chad reference.

"No, not at all, Babe. You killed it!" I said, laying backwards on my bed.

"Seriously? Did I give too much away about my college choice?" he asked, concerned.

"I didn't think so... I could tell he was trying to get you to slip up but you handled it very well. You did a great job," I replied, genuinely.

"Thank you, Baby... I miss you," he said, causing heat to rise to my cheeks, almost six months and he still had that effect on me.

"I miss you, too...I can't wait to see you. What are you doing?" I asked, taking a sip of the water on my bedside table.

"Laying here in this hotel room, thinking about you," he said, the lust behind his words setting my body ablaze.

"Oh really? What are you thinking?" I said, getting up to lock my door.

"I'm thinking about how bad I want to be inside of you right now," he said, bluntly. James trained him so hard for the All-American bowl that we barely spent any time together. "When I get home, I'll show you just how much I missed you... Send me a pic?"

"Yeah, give me a sec," I said, setting my phone down. I quickly ran to my closet and put on his Gargoyles jersey. I took all of my clothes off and slipped on the jersey. I struck a sexy pose and snapped the picture. "You there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. Did you send it?" he asked impatiently.

"I just did," I said, taking my place in my bed.

"Jesus, Lauren," he groaned, his voice raspy.

"What?" I asked innocently, his tone getting me hot.

"You have no fucking idea what you do to me," he said, causing moisture to pool between my thighs. At that moment, I heard a beep from my phone. I pulled it away from my face and looked at my screen. It was a picture message... my jaw dropped when I saw that the picture was of his cock. It was rock hard with an angry red head that glistened with precum. I wanted to taste it so bad that my mouth was nearly watering... it had been too long.

"I take it that you got the pic," Logan said with a chuckle. It was only then that I realized that I hadn't spoken a word since I received the picture.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," I said, clearing my throat.

"Send me another one, Lauren," he groaned. I could tell he was stroking.

"No!" I laughed, aloud.

"Come on, Baby... Just one," he begged.

"Logan, I can't do it... I'd feel too weird," I explained, my body flushing at the very thought.

"Lauren, this fucking hurts... I'll make it up to you when I get home, I promise," he said as a final attempt.

"Fine," I said, rolling my eyes, "Just for you.... What do you want a picture of?"

"Well, because I only get one take one of your pussy. I wanna see what I'm missing," he said sounding happy that I caved.

I laid back on my bed, pushing the jersey around my waist and separating my thighs. "Oh and spread it open for me so I can get a good look," he added after hearing the rustling of my movements.

"You owe me so big for this, Logan," I grumbled angrily.

"Trust me... It'll be worth it," I heard him say as I spread my pussy with one hand and snapped the picture with the other. After sending the picture, I soon heard a loud groan from his side of the phone. "Damn, Lauren... I'm so fucking hard right now. I can't wait til I fucking get home!"

"Mmm, what are you gonna do when you get here?" I asked, trailing my hand over my wet and swollen lips, teasing my clit.

"When you let me in, I'm going to lie in your bed and you're gonna strip for me," he said, making me smirk.

"Oh, is that right? I'm gonna strip?" I said, chuckling.

"Yeah," he said seriously, " you are."

"And why would I do that?" I asked quietly.

"Because I told you to," he said simply.

"So I'm just gonna do what you tell me to?" I asked, smirking again.

"Yeah," he repeated, "you are. Rub your pussy."

"Yes, Sir," I moaned, massaging my clit.

"Good girl," he said, proudly, "Does that feel good, Baby?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, tracing my nipple with my free hand, eliciting a loud groan.

"Shit, Lauren... you sound so fucking sexy," he said, huskily. I could hear the delicious smacking of him stroking his cock in the background. It was so hot... I had to watch him jack off when he got back.

"Logan, I can't wait til you get here. I need to feel your hard cock inside of me so bad," I whined, slipping two fingers inside.

"Yeah? You need it, Babe?" he asked, his breathing labored.

"Yes! I'm so fucking close," I warned, increasing my pace and moaning after every plunge.

"Fuck, me too," he growled.

"Cum with me Logan," I squealed, my pussy squeezing my fingers tightly.

"Shit, Lauren," he said followed by a loud and prolonged groan, indicating his release.

"That sucks," I grumbled after getting my bearings.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"That was a waste of cum," I said, smirking.

"You are such a dirty girl... but trust me, there's a lot more where that came from," he said with a chuckle, "Hey, I have to clean up this mess. I'll call you a little later."

"Alright, Babe, I love you," I said, finishing off my bottle of water.

"I love you , too. I can't wait to see you tomorrow," he said.

"Same here, bye," I said, hanging up.

I laid back down and fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I checked my phone:

Tristan: What's up?

~*~*~*~*~

-Logan-

"I didn't get in, Bro," Chance sobbed into the phone. He absolutely hated to show emotion... The only time I've ever known him to cry was after the championship that we lost to Forrester our Sophomore year. "They got me as their first alternate."

"Dude, quit worrying. You're gonna be going to OU... trust me," I said, trying to calm him down.

"Easy for you to say," he spat between sobs. Chance was the only person I had told about my acceptance to OU and it kind of hurt for him to throw that in my face. He was supposed to be my brother. "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

"I know, Bro," I said, understanding, "I'd be fucked up, too... but I can guarantee you're gonna be playing with me in the Fall. Trust me," I said reassuringly.

"Alright, Dude. Thanks for listening to me bitch," he said, soundinga ltter.

"Anytime, Bro... I'll talk to you later," I said, hanging up the phone.

~*~*~*~*~

Tristan: What's Up?

Me: Nothing much, just woke up.

Tristan: U c ur boy on Sports Xplore?

Me: Yeah, he's so cute on television lol 

Tristan: Excuse me while I go barf lol 

Me: Stop it! What's been going on with you?

Tristan: NM, just checkin up on u

Me: Aww, I'm fine... thanks ;D

Tristan: No prob. We def need 2 hang out 

Me: We do! I'll talk to Logan about it when he gets back

Tristan: K... I'll be n touch

I smiled briefly to myself. Tristan was concerned about me. That was sweet but more importantly, Logan was on his way home from California right now. His flight came in late so I wasn't allowed to meet him at the airport, no matter how much I begged James to let me. My phone vibrated again and I picked it up expecting it to be another text from Tristan. It was Logan!

Logan: Just touched down n the city n leavin the airport

Me: I can't wait to see you

Logan: I can't wait 2 c u either... I'm so fucking hard rite now

Me: My window is open

I turned off my light and waited patiently for him to get here. I fell asleep waiting and dreamt about our reunion...

"Lauren," he whispered, lightly touching me to wake but not startle me. I blinked several times so my eyes could adjust to the darkness.

"Baby!" I squealed, tackling him to my bed.

"I missed you, too," he said with a chuckle. I pressed my lips to his, channeling all my feelings of frustration and neglect over the past month and a half into it. He gripped my ass and deepened the kiss, all the while grinding his growing erection into my soaked cunt.

He began to pull my shirt over my head but stopped. "You're supposed to strip for me," he said, sitting up. I dismounted him and nodded. "Take it off, nice and slow, Babe."

I gave a small, seductive smile and slowly pulled my shirt over my head moving slowly and sexily. He groaned and shifted uncomfortably as I pulled down my basketball shorts and kicked them to the side.

"You have no idea how much I fucking missed seeing you like this," he said, looking over my body. He hungrily drank in the sight of me in my hot pink, lacy bra and boy shorts. "Come here and grind on me, Baby."

I nodded, walking over to him and lowering my ass on his rock solid cock. "Mmm, shit," he groaned, bringing his hands around my waist as I worked him over.

"Hands to yourself," I said firmly, putting his hands beside him and pinning them with my own as I rolled my hips on his erection.

"Dammit, Lauren I can't take it anymore," he said as I bent over and continued to grind on him. Before I knew it, he had his cock out. He pushed my panties to the side and slid into me from below.

We both groaned in synchrony as we relished in the feeling of our long overdue union. I began to bounce up and down on his cock feeling the tip prod my cervix with every stroke. I was so full and I loved it.

"Fuck, Lauren, you're even tighter than I remembered," he said, stilling my hips and jutted upward, fucking me roughly. He knocked the air out of me as he slammed into me.

"Logan," I groaned happily at the contact. Saying nothing, he flipped us over and proceeded to fuck me doggy style.

"Did you miss me?" he growled in my ear, bringing a hand down on my ass.

"Yes!" I squealed. I missed him so much I couldn't even begin to put it into words.

"I missed you, too, Baby. You like this dick?" he asked, pushing deeper inside of me, separating my ass cheeks to watch himself disappear inside.

"I love it!" I groaned, feeling myself begin to spasm on his invading cock.

"Jesus Christ!" he shouted as he shot his cum into my beckoning pussy.

We collapsed on the bed together, content. He held me tightly, telling me how much he missed me.

There was a knock on the door followed by the jiggling of my locked doorknob before I heard my mom's voice through the door: "Lauren? Are you okay? I heard voices and a struggle," she asked, concerned.

"I'm fine, Mom. I'm watching 21 Jump Street," I said, saying the first movie that came to my mind.

"Oh, okay. I was just worried," she said. Soon after, I heard her footsteps disappear down the hallway. I swore that if and when I became a mother, I wouldn't be so damn clueless.

"Lauren, I heard voices and a struggle," Logan said, mocking my mother. He was such an asshole.

"Stop it," I said, playfully smacking him across the chest.

"Jeez, sor-ry," he said, rubbing his chest. "Baby, I have something to tell you."

"Shoot," I said, looking into his eyes.

"I got a scholarship to OU," he said, smiling.

I almost let out a squeal but I caught myself. Instead, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him repeatedly. "I am so proud of you, Babe!"

He looked happy and prideful for a moment but then his expression changed to one that was very serious. "But I'm not taking it."

I looked at him in disbelief. "What?!" I asked, waiting for him to tell me he was kidding. He never did.

"I'm giving it to Chance so we can play together in the Fall. They had him as a first alternate because they ran out of scholarship money. They have a spot for him on the team but couldn't take him financially. So, I'm gonna give him my scholarship and I'll pay my way with cash. After all, I just needed to know that I was good enough to deserve one," he explained. He was such a good guy... I loved him so much.

"Logan," I began, kissing his lips. "that has got to be *kiss* the sweetest *kiss* most unselfish *kiss* thing I've ever heard of!"

"I try," he said, shrugging as if it were nothing.

"When are you gonna tell him?" I asked after I finally stopped kissing him.

"I'm not... Coach Stoops is gonna call him tomorrow to let him know that they came across some more funds. Chance is never to find out about this, okay? He'd think I was treating him like a charity case," he asked in all seriousness.

"I wouldn't dream of it," I said, smiling.

"Good, let's get some sleep. I'm all jetlagged and shit," he said, smiling.

"Alright, Babe. I love you," I said, kissing him softly.

"I love you, too," he said, pulling me closer to him as I fell asleep.



Logan and Lauren Ch. 14



"Lauren," I can't fucking take this anymore!" Logan shouted, his wide eyes probing mine, "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Nothing," I said with a sigh. In reality, it had been almost a month and I was still feeling all fucked up about dating a future college football player with NFL potential at a football-oriented school like OU. There was absolutely no way we would make it.

"Bullshit!" Logan groaned, exasperatedly, "There's something on your fucking mind and I don't know how to fix it if you don't fucking talk to me!"

"There's nothing to talk about," I lied, attempting to get up only to have Logan's strong arm hold me in place.

"Lauren, please... talk to me," he pleaded, his green eyes softening.

I sat in silence for a bit before I said anything. It was like ripping off a Band-Aid, right? Wasn't the best way just to say it?

"Logan, I don't want to be with you in college," I said quietly. He blankly stared at me for several moments without a word. You could hear a pin drop in my living room.

"Are you fucking serious?" he asked, his expression unreadable, "I've done nothing but right by you ever since I made you that promise and now you wanna pull this shit? What the fuck, Lauren?"

My breath hitched in my throat as I continued: "I know you have and I'm so sorry... you've been perfect but I can't deal with being with you at OU. It's nothing you've done. It's all me."

"So what? You wanna be my girl until the Fall when I need you the most? Fuck that! It's all or fucking nothing, Lauren. Make your decision now," he said, sitting up and turning his whole body towards me, making me regret ever saying anything.

"I'm sorry, Logan," I said, breaking eye contact. It was all my fault; I brought this one upon myself. Did I truly expect him to understand where I was coming from? How could he?

"Me, too," he said, getting to his feet and walking out of my house and my life.

"Logan," I whispered into the empty room. What have I done?

~*~*~*~*~

The next day of school was awful. People noticed that we didn't walk the halls hand-in- hand, they noticed that we didn't acknowledge each other's presence, they all noticed that we had broken up. The tension between us was noticeable and stifling. I had gotten so tired of everyone staring and whispering. I needed some space. I walked into the, thankfully, empty bathroom and sat on a toilet after pushing down the cover. It felt so good to be away from the probing eyes and gossip.

As soon as I had that thought, I heard the door open and close.

"Maybe he cheated on her," Bonnie Hunt said to her friend, Keisha Maxwell. They had no idea I was in the stall.

Keisha scoffed. "I bet money it was the other way around. Did you see how fast she was on Tristan's nuts after they broke up the first time? I bet she fucked him and Logan found out about it."

'These fucking bitches,' I thought. Why don't they fucking get a life instead of being so damn wrapped up in mine?

"You think? She never struck me as that kind of girl but hell, I heard that Logan can bring that out in a girl," Bonnie said dreamily.

"Hell yeah! I bet Lauren's ass didn't know what to do with all that but I bet I would. That's probably what it was... if she didn't fuck Tristan, I bet he wanted to free himself up so he can have a wild time at OU. Bitches are gonna be dyin' for a piece of that," Keisha said, laughing.

Enough was e-fucking-nough. I got to my feet and swung open the stall door. When they saw me they looked like I was the fucking Grim Reaper.

"You two sad ass bitches need to get a life," I said simply and walked out the door.

~*~*~*~

-One Week Later-

"Lauren, can I talk to you for a minute?" Tristan asked with a smile.

"Sure, Tristan... What's up?"

"Well, Prom is next week and I was wondering that, if you weren't already going with someone, if you'd... be my date," he finished looking at me hopefully.

Tristan was such a sweetheart but he wasn't my Logan. Hell, no one would ever be able to fill his shoes in my opinion.

"Uh, Tristan, I really wasn't planning on going to Prom but I'll tell you what, we can see a movie or grab a bite sometime if you want," I said, looking away not wanting to see the heartbroken look that's a result of my denial.

"I would like that very much," he said, "See you around, Lauren."

I gave him a weak smile and walked away. I felt his beautiful blue eyes following me as I walked away.

~*~*~*~

The last few weeks of high school went by uneventfully aside from the pain and emptiness in my chest. I missed Logan something fierce, especially when I saw him in the halls. This breakup was different, I wasn't trying to make him jealous and he wasn't trying to appear indifferent. It was mutually killing us to be apart and anyone could tell by looking. Neither of us went to Senior Prom, although Tristan did ask me. I couldn't even fathom sharing such a special memory with anyone but Logan and since we weren't going together, why bother?

In the beginning, Logan was angry with me... now, he was just plain hurt. I could see it when he looked at me and eventually, I just began to avoid him. I took different routes to class and I even sat in a different area of the cafeteria. You never realize how hard it is to avoid someone in a small town until you try... then, it's impossible.

I always saw him out of the corner of my eye... going into the convenience store when I was coming out, sitting next to me at a stoplight, standing in front of me in graduation practice...ugh! It was infuriating! I missed him more than I ever thought possible and I was reminded every time I made eye contact with him. It was like someone ripping off a scab just as it was beginning to heal....

"You sure are a sad ass looking Graduate," Dillon said as he helped me put on my robe. Today was Graduation Day.... The day I had been waiting for since I was in Elementary School.

"Well, So-rry," I grumbled. He was right. I wasn't happy. This was everything I could have asked for... well almost everything. What killed me about this whole situation was that I had brought this unhappiness upon myself. I was the one that walked away from him not the other way around.

"It's cool, just cheer up, Kidd. You'll only graduate high school once," he said, kissing my forehead, "I'm proud of ya."

I gave him the biggest smile that I had given anyone since Logan and my breakup. He returned it and left to take his seat with my parents.

I stood behind the curtains of the stage of our auditorium listening to our families shuffle inside to take their seats. I looked at myself in the mirror adjusting my white cap; I still had awhile before my Valedictorian speech and I wanted to be sure I looked presentable.

I continued to fix my makeup when a figure appeared behind me. It was Logan... my heart thudded audibly in my chest. I physically ached to touch him, to hold him, to kiss him, to fuck him and from the expression on his face, he felt the same. His eyes met the eyes of my reflection and we stared at each other in silence. He opened his mouth to say something before he decided against it and walked away; leaving me even lonelier than before, if that was even possible.

'Enough, Lauren, this is supposed to be one of the happiest moments of your life... Get it together,' I thought, as I continued to ready myself for my speech. When the time came, I cleared myself of my nervous jitters and took the stage. I looked into the crowd after Principal Wells introduced me to the audience. The friends and families of all thirty-six graduates looked up at me expectantly.

After a quick scan of the crowd, I spotted Mom, James, and Dillon; Kyle and Nadine, and a few faces I remember from the Board Meetings that my mom attended, etc. I felt faint but I swallowed my discomfort and opened my mouth to speak:

"First and foremost, I would like to thank you all for coming to share this memorable moment with us. Without you all and your support, we would not have made it this far. We are all lucky to have had such an amazing support system thus far and words can't describe how much it has meant to us, to me," I added taking a breath, making eye contact with my mom. She was crying and James was holding her close.

"I have been with my fellow graduates for twelve-plus years and I know that we all have the potential to go outside of this familiar town of Crystal Bend and show everyone what we're all about! We are all as diverse as can be, we have Graduates joining each of the five branches of Military, some going to college, some going abroad, some staying home, we have more than enough opportunity to make our mark on the world."

"I say to my fellow graduates: As we shuffle out of this auditorium tonight to embark on a new adventure, to go our separate ways, never forget where you came from and I challenge you to make your mark. Thank you."

When I finished my speech, the crowd erupted in applause. For a moment, I felt ten feet tall, that is, until I locked eyes with Kyle. His blue eyes were deeply saddened although his face wore an expression of pride. I could hear his thoughts over the applause and across the room: "Why did you hurt my son?" My heart broke and I began to cry. To everyone else in the room, it passed as a normal reaction to the torrent of emotions I was feeling right now, but Kyle knew better. I know he did because he broke eye contact.

Still crying, I heard Principal Wells' voice through the speakers: "Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you the Class of 2012!"

That being our cue: I grabbed my white cap and threw it in the air, watching it mingle with the abundance of blue ones. Though I felt happy and accomplished, I still felt an emptiness that I was obviously trying to fill with tears.

When I made it backstage, I heard my sobs blend in with the sobs of thirty or so other graduates. My face was buried into my hands as I felt strong arms around my shaking shoulders... Logan! I felt myself relax into his loving embrace as his large hand stroked my hair soothingly. Something wasn't right.... This wasn't Logan's familiar cologne that filled my nostrils, my body didn't fit this way against Logan's, and this wasn't Logan's voice whispering to me reassuringly. I uncovered my eyes and looked into the beautiful blue eyes of Tristan Wilson.

I chuckled nervously and gave him a smile. "Thank you, I needed that," I said quietly.

"Anytime, Lauren, day or night, just call me and I'll be there," he said, lifting my chin so I could look him in the eye. After releasing my chin, he walked away. I watched him as the distance between us grew larger.

After I regained my composure, I looked at the other Seniors searching through the sea of caps for their own so that could no doubt go to some after party. One that I truly doubted that I would go to.

When I looked up from the floor, I saw Logan staring at me with red-rimmed green eyes. My heart sank again... he must have saw that little scene Tristan a few minutes earlier and was probably thinking all the wrong things.

"Logan-." I began but he was already heading towards the door.

~*~*~*~*~

"Logan!" I called after him, walking behind him. It had rained today and it was cool out. He didn't stop walking until he was a safe distance away from the auditorium. "Logan!"

He stopped in his tracks and his shoulders stiffened. "What, Lauren? What could you possibly have to say to me now?" He asked, never turning around.

"I'm sorry," I said, pathetically.

"You're sorry?" Logan scoffed, turning around to look at me, "You're sorry? You didn't look too fucking sorry a few minutes ago when you were all hugged up with Wilson."

"I thought he was you," I said, honestly, not caring how ridiculous it sounded.

"You thought he was me? Seriously, Lauren? Surely you can do better than that... How did you think that big motherfucker was me?" he asked. He was right: Tristan had about three inches and forty pounds on Logan. It would have sounded lame to me, too if it wasn't the truth.

"I'm being serious, Logan," I said evenly.

He looked at me for several moments in silence until his expression softened. "Why, Lauren?" he asked, finally expressing his thoughts, "Why are you doing this to me, to us?"

"I'm scared, Logan," I said in a voice that was so quiet, I could hardly believe it was my own.

"Of what? What are you afraid of?" he asked, walking over to me and taking my weary frame in his arms. This is how it was supposed to be. This is how love feels.

"Of losing you," I said into his neck.

"You're scared of losing me, yet you break up with me," he said, smiling, "Women."

"Babe, I'm serious! I am scared that we're gonna go to college and you're gonna want to fuck all those girls...I just don't wanna get hurt," I said quietly.

"Lauren, you are all I want and all I need. That thought hadn't even crossed my fucking mind," he said, sincerely, "I don't wanna lose you either."

"You won't...I promise," I said, grazing his lips with mine. He deepened the kiss, releasing a deep groan in my mouth. I felt his erection pressing against me impatiently. Obviously, he missed me as much as I missed him.

"Now, get in my car so I can fuck you crooked," he growled into my ear. God, I missed him.

~*~*~*~

Before I was able to say anything, I was being pushed into the backseat of Logan's Navigator. He attacked my mouth with his and pulled off my graduation robe.

"Lauren... don't you ever fucking leave me again," he said, groping my breasts over my shirt.

"I won't," I said as he pulled my shirt over my head. He looked at me hungrily as he pulled my breasts out of my bra. He licked and nibbled my nipples until they were painfully stiff, the scent of my arousal filling the small space.

"I know... You have no fucking idea how much I missed your ass," he said, his piercing green eyes boring holes into my fucking soul.

"Me or my ass?" I said, smirking.

"Both," he said, reaching a hand behind me to grip my ass, "Get naked."

I nodded and removed my remaining clothing. He pushed my legs over the headrests of the driver seat and the backseat, spreading me wide open. As fast as I could blink, his tongue was bathing my sticky pink folds, making my toes curl.

"Fuck, Logan!" I groaned as he latched onto my aching clit. He said nothing as he shoved his tongue inside my pussy, licking everywhere inside. He reached his large hand up and fondled my heaving breasts. "I love you so fucking much!"

Soon, I was cumming on his tongue. He slurped my juices audibly as my eyes rolled back I tried desperately to regain my bearings.

As soon as I got back to my senses and he pulled his wet face from my pussy, I pounced on him. I relished in the feeling of his rough clothing against my hot, naked flesh as I ran my tongue along his lips to clean him of my juices. He gripped and smacked my ass as I massaged his tongue with my own.

"I can't fucking wait to be inside of you again, Baby," he said as I planted kisses along his neck.

"You have to," I said into his neck.

"Why is that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I said nothing. I just dismounted him and pulled his rigid cock from his jeans.

"Fucking Christ, Lauren," he shouted as my hot, wet mouth surrounded his dick with no warning. I bobbed on his cock as he entangled his long fingers in my hair. I moaned at the bittersweet feeling of his zipper rubbing my lips. "Just like that, Lauren."

I stroked his cock vigorously aiming it into my mouth with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. I looked into his glazed eyes and nibbled my bottom lip. "Cum for me, Baby. Cum in my mouth," I said seductively.

"You want it, Babe?" he asked, looking like he was about to blow, anyway.

I nodded as I continued to stroke him. "Yeah," I said in a voice that was nearly a moan.

"Well, beg for it," he said, pushing my hand away and taking over with his own.

"Baby, please cum in my mouth... I wanna taste it so bad! Please...," I begged. I watched as the delicious veins pulsed on his cock.

"Here it comes... Tongue out," he said as he shot his cum on my waiting tongue. I swallowed the cum that was on my tongue before slurping any residual directly from his cock.

He let out a sigh before pulling me into his arms. I looked at the fogged up windows and smiled to myself.

"What are you smiling about?" he said, looking at me.

"I missed you," I said, pecking his lips.

"I missed you, too," he said, smiling. We sat in silence for a moment before felt my body begin to heat up. How did I walk away from him? He was so perfect.... he was sweet, loving, caring, sexy.... How did I ever leave him?

"Logan?" I asked as I began to stroke his cock to life.

"Yeah, Babe?" he groaned.

"Fuck me... hard," I said, staring into his eyes.

He bent me over the seat and slammed into me. It hurt like a bitch but it was worth it. I smiled as my tits smacked against my chin. He was fucking me so hard, I couldn't form words.... I could only open my mouth wider and wider to moan. The vehicle was filled with grunts, squeals, moans, heavy breathing, and smacking noises.

I screamed as my pussy clenched on his rock hard cock. "That's it, Baby... Cum for me," Logan said as my cunt pulsed on his cock. "Jesus Christ, you feel amazing!" Before I came down from my high, he flipped me on my back and gently entered me.

My body was on fire as he kissed my lips and tweaked my nipples. This was fucking heaven. He continued to fuck me slowly and firmly I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. I just couldn't get close enough to him. "Don't stop... please don't stop," I groaned feeling the familiar tension build up in my loins.

"Lauren, I don't think I can last much longer," his raspy voice warned into my ear. He dipped his hand between us and began to rub my clit as he began to pound my pussy mercilessly.

"Fuck!" I screamed, drawing out the 'u'.

"I'm about to cum in your sweet little pussy," he growled as he shot his load deep inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, spent. After a few minutes of resting and heavy breathing, I felt him begin to get off of me.

"No," I said, wrapping my arms and legs around him to hold him in place, "You're not going anywhere."

"Neither are you," he said, smiling, "I love you, Baby."

"I love you, too," I said, closing my eyes.

I was nearly asleep when I heard Logan's voice: "I guess this means we're back together."

I looked at him and rolled my eyes. "What was your first clue, Genius?" I said, kissing his lips.



Logan and Lauren Ch. 15



"All ready!" I said, slamming the car door for good measure.

"Are you sure that's everything that you're gonna need, Love?" Mama asked me, tearing up.

"I'm pretty sure," I said, wrapping my arms tightly around her, "I'm gonna miss you so much!"

I had played the way this day should go several times in my head. Never once did I expect my heart to feel like it was getting ripped out of my chest.

"I'm gonna miss you, too, Ren," she said, kissing my forehead, "It's going to be so weird not having my baby around!"

I felt sorry for my mom... First, she lost Dillon, now, it was my turn. If there was anything left in this town for me, I would have stayed. James came outside, giving me a hug. "Good luck, Ren," he said, nodding in my direction after releasing me.

"Don't worry, Coach...Miss Laura... I'll take good care of Lauren," Logan said, pulling me close and kissing my temple.

"That's what I'm afraid of," James grumbled under his breath. As much as he acted like he hated the fact that Logan and I were together, he knew I'd be safe with him. Logan flashed him a broad smile as if he didn't hear him, though I know damn well that he did.

Logan walked over to James and extended his hand. James took it. "Good luck, Chadwick... You're gonna do great, you're one helluva quarterback and it's gonna be harder'n hell to fill your shoes," he said, shaking it, "but I swear to God, if you hurt my daughter in any way... I'll murder you."

"Dad!" I squealed in embarrassment. This was so unreal.

Logan nodded and took it in stride, "I understand, Sir."

We hopped into our vehicles and began the hour-long drive to Norman. We had barely been out of high school for two weeks and here we were: driving to school. I always knew that I'd be taking Summer classes but when I mentioned it to Logan, he looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. When it became obvious that I was going early with or without him, he decided to enroll in some as well.

It also didn't hurt that I did the math: If we did six hours a Summer for four years, we could knock two semesters off total. It would be tough but if things went according to plan, it would definitely be rewarding.

After about twenty minutes into the drive, my phone began to ring. I pulled it out and looked at it: Logan.

"Hello?" I answered after putting him on speaker.

"I can't wait to get there so we can break in our new apartment," his voice growled into my ear. I felt shivers up and down my spine.

"Well, you're gonna have to wait," I said simply, ignoring everything that my body was screaming at me, "I still have to unpack." Just because I knew that I was full of shit didn't mean that he had to.

I couldn't help but think that I was making a mistake by moving in with Logan but I had a full ride scholarship, including my choice of on-campus housing or a stipend just in case things didn't work out. Right now, I'm taking the stipend.

"Babe, you have all summer to unpack," he whined.

"No, I have all weekend," I corrected him, "Classes start on Monday."

"Oh yeah," he said quietly, sounding a bit deflated. We had both signed up for English and History together but I was taking Math alone, since six credit hours was fulltime during the summer. It was gonna be hard enough to keep myself afloat this fall, let alone him. I would definitely hate to overload him before school really started.

"Well, the least you can do is unpack naked," he suggested, eliciting a laugh from deep within my being.

"Anyway, tell me about the new place!" I gushed excitedly. He wanted to surprise me and I only hoped that he didn't overdo it.

"All I can say is it's perfect and you're gonna love it... but I have to be honest, this is an apartment that my dad keeps in Norman so he would have somewhere to stay during football season," he confessed, I could almost see him flinching in my mind...

"Fine...," I grumbled. I was a little pissed off that he lied to me... anything of Kyle's was entirely beyond anything that I was used to.

"That's it?" he asked, surprised.

"Are you talking and driving, Logan?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Lauren, I'm talking to you through Bluetooth," he replied, exasperatedly. I could almost hear his eyes rolling from his end of the line.

"Don't take that tone with me, Logan Randall Chadwick!" I huffed, "You can't be mad at me just because I care. I could be one of those bitches who don't give a damn."

"You're right, Babe... I'm sorry," he said apologetically, "Though I would love to make it up to you when we get to our destination."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm gonna hang up so you can focus on the road... Horn Dog," I said, hanging up the phone.

~*~*~*~

"Welcome home," Logan said, unlocking the door and opening it for me. When we were pulling up to the complex, I sighed, recalling that I had told him that I wanted to live somewhere that was homey and not flashy... Then, I remembered that his idea of homey was flashy. I looked around the pre-furnished living room and realized that this place gave me more of a condo vibe than an apartment.

The living room had a beige sectional with a matching ottoman... there was a large television mounted on the wall and a glass coffee table in the center of the room. There were shiny hardwood floors and a chandelier over the small, modern dining room table. The kitchen had countertops that were dark and expensive-looking with stainless steel appliances.

The main bathroom was a descent size with a Jacuzzi tub. It was stylishly decorated in red and black. The guest bedroom was simple and chic complete with a full-sized cherry wood sleigh bed and a matching dresser. When we got to 'our' bedroom, I nearly pissed myself. Inside was a black platform bed that was on a platform complete with a sheer canopy. Across the way, there was another mounted television. My heart thudded in my chest when I realized that there were His and Her walk-in closets as well. In the master bath, there was a seamless, glass shower with another Jacuzzi tub and double sink.

I stood in the middle of 'our' bedroom at a loss for words... What the hell was I doing here? I was a low maintenance, non-spoiled, grounded country girl from a small town... This wasn't me and I didn't like it at all.

Logan watched as several emotions passed over my face and when I still hadn't said anything minutes later, he took it upon himself to make speak the first words:

"So, what do you think?" he asked, looking around.

"It's beautiful," I said quietly.

"...but," he pressed. He could tell something was up.

"It's not me," I said simply.

"It will be," he said, walking over to me an pulling me into his strong arms, flush against his hard body, "You deserve the best and I fully intend on giving it to you."

"It's not yours to give," I whispered.

"You're right... It's my Dad's but even if I didn't have a cent to my name, I would work my ass off so you could have everything you deserve," he said, sincerely.

I should have been smart... I shouldn't have gotten lost in those emerald green eyes. I shouldn't have allowed him to press his lips against the heated flesh of my neck. I shouldn't have let him run his large hands urgently all over my body. I shouldn't have allowed him to grind his hardening erection against me. I shouldn't have let him lay me down on this foreign bed. I shouldn't have allowed him remove all of the clothing from my body... I shouldn't have...but I did.

Logan gently pressed his lips to every inch of my exposed body, leaving fire behind. The fabric of his clothing brushed deliciously against me causing a groan to build up in my throat. I loved him... I loved him with every fiber of my being but I felt conflicted. This wasn't what I wanted. This wasn't what I was about. I wanted him, yes, but I could do without all the bells and whistles... I wasn't ready to grow up, yet.

My thoughts turned to mush as I felt him kiss his way down my stomach and run his tongue along my thighs. He gently separated them (bending the knee) and licked along the 'v' of my groin. My nipples turned into excruciatingly hard pebbles. I took them between my fingertips and tugged them in anticipation...

"Fuck, Lauren, you're too fucking sexy," he said, his eyes bulging at my wetness. He separated my lips with his thumbs as my clit lurched out for attention. Closing his eyes, he took it between his lips and sucked it firmly. I let out a squeal as he released my clit and used the tip of his tongue to trace around my opening.

"Unh!" I groaned, gritting my teeth as he dipped it inside, gathering my juices on his tongue and swallowed audibly. "Fuck, Logan.... I can't take this anymore."

He paid no attention to the hushed words that were leaving my lips as he began to tease my swollen, pink folds. "Yes, you can," he whispered into my pussy. Without warning, he roughly sucked my clit into his mouth causing me to yelp like a wounded puppy. "You can and you will."

He got off the bed and began to remove his clothing. I watched as inch after sexy, ivory inch of his delicious and familiar body was exposed to me. I had his body memorized, from the mole on his left earlobe, those infamous nautical stars, the small scar on the base of his right thumb, the freckles on his lower abdomen, I knew every vein that zig-zagged his cock... Logan Chadwick was mine and it gave me solace knowing that.

His erection jutted proudly outward, making my mouth water. "No," he said sternly, pushing me on my back and crawling between my legs. He grabbed calves and put them over his left shoulder. I let out an animalistic growl as I felt my moisture creep down the crack of my ass as he traced my closed slit with the head of his cock.

"Logan, quit teasing me!" I yelled causing him to slam forcefully into me.

"You. Don't. Run. Shit," he said between thrusts, reaching a large hand behind me and slapping my exposed ass. "Don't raise your voice at me. Understand?"

I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and nodded as I willingly received my punishment. He leaned forward to pinch my pink-tinged brown nipples as he relentlessly pounded me. "Logan," I groaned, smiling as my eyes rolled back in my head.

"Unless your telling me how much you love my cock, you don't need to speak," he growled, digging his nails into my hips.

"I do... I love it so fucking much! Don't stop!" I shouted as my orgasm took over. I almost passed out as my walls clenched around him. After a few more violent thrusts, I felt him spill inside of me. Never disconnecting from me, he fell to his side and wrapped his arms around me.

When we both came down from our highs, I nudged him. "Logan, you said to let you know when something bothered me, right?" I asked, feeling him stiffen beside me.

"Yeah, Babe...Shoot," he said, kissing my temple.

"I really don't like this place and I think it'd be best if I found a smaller apartment for myself. I have a stipend to pay for it," I said all in one breath.

"Lauren, I don't want you to be by yourself but if that's what you really want, I'm behind you," he said calmly, "Now, let's go to sleep." I nodded and pressed myself against his warmth. I loved him and I really loved the place, it just wasn't me...

~*~*~*~

Logan wrinkled his nose in distaste as he drove up to Lauren's prospective new apartment complex. His eyes rolled over the cars that were parked in the parking lot. 'Wow,' he thought, 'this is what she left for?' He didn't truly understand the true reason why she was looking to find her own place. He pulled into the parking lot and parked in the furthest, lone spot. He locked his door and set his alarm before walking to find Lauren who was standing on the sidewalk with a broad smile.

~*~*~*~

I smiled when I saw him walking towards me. I found it funny how he still gave me butterflies when I saw him...even when he wore a frown. He smiled when he saw me. He gave me a hug and kissed my forehead... "Hey, Beautiful," he said, releasing me.

"Hey yourself... Thanks for coming with me to view the apartment," I said, kissing his lips.

"No problem," he said. I pulled him into the leasing office. This complex was a pretty good one, it was about five minutes away from the campus, therefore, making the complex population predominately students.

"Hello, welcome to Sooner Grove, my name is Melissa. How may I help you?" said the young brunette that was probably a student.

"We would like to view a one bedroom flat, please," I said, smiling. She looked at Logan and her eyes grew wide.

"Logan Chadwick?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. He nodded, looking uncomfortably between me and her.

"Oh my God! Everyone's talking about you playing in the Fall... Can I have an autograph? I just know you're gonna make it big!" she gushed.

'Here we go,' I thought, fighting the near-irresistible urge to roll my eyes.

"Sure," he said, taking the pen and paper she was offering him. He scribbled his name and handed it back to her.

"Thank you so much!" she said, beaming, "Now, what were we talking about?"

"Viewing an apartment?" I supplied for her.

"Oh yeah! I'll need both of your IDs," she said. We reached into our wallets and gave her our driver's licenses. "Awesome, now follow me out back... We'll ride the cart to the model."

We walked outside and she crawled into the driver's seat and Logan got into the passenger. "Don't worry, there's an extra seat on the back," Melissa said obnoxiously.

"No, you don't," Logan said, pulling me into his lap and kissing my cheek.

Melissa's eyes widened in realization. "You're the girl from the interview on Sports Xplore!" she said, looking at me... suddenly it felt like she was sizing me up.

"I better be," I said, looking at him accusingly.

"Of course, Babe," he said, tightening his grip around my waist. I let my body melt into his before I heard the engine of the cart rumble. Fucking hater.

"Well, let's be on our way," she huffed as she pulled away from the office. Moments later, we were pulling up to another building. "Here we are."

We got out of the cart and she unlocked the door to the model apartment. We went inside and I could hardly contain the smile that threatened to cover my face. The living room was large with a small dining room (perfect for a dinette) separating the kitchen. There was a stackable washer and dryer in a small space in the back of the kitchen.

Logan grabbed my hand as Melissa led us down the hall and into the bathroom. It was a modest bathroom with neutral tile and a plain, white shower/tub. When we walked into the bedroom, I was happy to find that this place had a large, walk-in closet.

"-of our Master bedrooms are large enough to comfortably fit a king-sized bedroom suit," Melissa said. It had just occurred to me that she was even talking. "So, what do you think?"

Logan looked down at me and read my thoughts as if they were written on my forehead...as only he could. "She'll take it."