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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Veronica_Mars_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Logan_Echolls/Veronica_Mars, Duncan_Kane/Veronica_Mars, Logan_Echolls/
      Lilly_Kane
  Character:
      Logan_Echolls, Veronica_Mars, Duncan_Kane, Lilly_Kane
  Additional Tags:
      Pre-Series, Challenge_Response, Sexual_Experimentation
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      Published: 2013-07-28 Words: 13797
****** The Burdened Vessel ******
by lit_chick08
Summary
     Veronica needs a favor only Logan can help her with.
Notes
     originally written for the Anchors Away challenge at vm_library on
     LJ.
Everybody Needs a Helping Hand
Veronica Mars could not ever remember a time that she had been at Logan
Echolls’s mansion without Duncan or Lilly Kane with her. She and Logan were
friends, that was true; but that friendship was more because he was her
boyfriend’s best friend and her best friend’s boyfriend than anything else. It
wasn’t that she didn’t like Logan, because she did. It was just that the only
things they had ever really had in common were Duncan and Lilly.
But he and Lilly were off-again this week, and Veronica was now in a panic
after her conversation with her BFF today. Duncan and Lilly had invited her for
the Kane family vacation at their house on Catalina, complete with yacht ride
to the island and God knows how many other privileges that middle-class
Veronica would never experience if she weren’t friends with the Kanes. And it
was as Veronica was discussing how excited she was to go with them that Lilly
had dropped the bomb: Duncan was expecting for he and Veronica to leave
Catalina with their virginity long gone. Duncan, who hadn’t tried to even touch
her under her bra, was now having dreams of cherry popping and Veronica was
panicking.
It wasn’t that Veronica was afraid to have sex; no, she thought sex was a good
thing when you were ready and knew what you were doing. But the thing was, she
had no idea if she was ready and she definitely had no clue what she was doing.
And that was why Veronica Mars, always a problem solver, had decided to enlist
Logan for her cause.
“I need your help with something,” Veronica blurted out the second Logan opened
the door of the pool house, instantly kicking herself for her verbal diarrhea.
Logan arched an eyebrow, skepticism and amusement written all over his face.
“My help? Whatever could Veronica Mars, honor student, daddy’s little girl, and
all-American girl, need me for? What would I know that you don’t?”
Bracing herself with strength she wasn’t sure she had possessed before this
moment, she brazenly replied, “Sex.”
Logan’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
Now flush with embarrassment, Veronica stuttered, “I’m going on vacation with
Duncan and Lilly, and Lilly…Lilly said…well, Duncan wants to have sex. And I’ve
never…I need to know how to…do it.”
His thoughts scattered, all Logan could manage was, “Duncan’s a virgin too.”
Wishing that he would invite her in so that the entire neighborhood would not
be witness to this display, she sighed, “I know, but Duncan…has experience from
when he was with Shelley. I don’t know how to do…well, anything.”
“He won’t care.”
“I will!” she shrieked before catching herself. Taking a calming breath, she
continued, “I don’t like doing things I don’t know how to do. I know you know
hot do stuff, what you like girls to do. If you tell me what would impress you,
then it’ll impress Duncan.”
Unsure whether or not to be offended or disturbed, Logan simply asked, “What
makes you think I’d know?”
Knowing that he was trying to scare her off, Veronica stated, “Lilly talks. She
said…you’re the best.”
Venom dripping from every syllable, he growled, “And she definitely has enough
to compare me to.”
Not wanting to discuss her philandering best friend, she pressed, “Will you
help me?”
“I don’t know what you want, V. Should I draw some pictures, give you websites?
I don’t exactly have a lesson plan for self-conscious virgins.”
Stung, unconsciously folding her arms over her chest in an attempt to shield
her body from emotional pain, she snapped, “You don’t have to make fun! You
could’ve just said no!”
Her back was already to him and she was halfway down the driveway before Logan
managed to snap himself out of his self-involved bubble and give chase. He
hadn’t meant to be so cruel to her, he really hadn’t. The truth was, he liked
Veronica. She wasn’t like the rest of the 09er girls that clung to him and the
Kanes like thorns in their paws; Veronica didn’t have social climbing bone in
her body, detested backstabbing, and didn’t do anything with malice involved.
That was rare in Logan’s life, and he didn’t want to punish her for Lilly’s
recent behavior.
“Veronica, wait!” he cried, using his long legs to catch her within five
strides.
“I can’t believe I was so stupid!” she ranted as she continued to hurry away,
not even bothering to give him a second look. “What the hell was I thinking?”
“Veronica-“
Finally stopping, she whirled on him, her blue eyes burning with fire that he
had never seen there before. Completely ignoring the fact that they were now
standing in the middle of the Echolls’ driveway, she exploded, “Do you know how
hard that was for me to ask?! Let’s ignore the fact that Lilly would kill me if
she knew I was talking to you or the fact that you’re Duncan’s best friend, but
how about the fact that I’m opening myself up to your endless mocking?! I just
needed you to be a friend for five minutes and you couldn’t even do that!”
“Would you let me say something?!”
“What?!”
“I’ll do it!”
Veronica took a step back, trying to regulate her breathing. As the anger
slowly started to dissipate from her body, she meekly queried, “You will?”
“Only if you promise you’re not gonna freak out on me again.”
“I promise.”
With a nod of his head, he instructed, “Come by tomorrow after school.”
“I have pep squad.”
Biting the inside of his lip to stop the moan that wanted to come out at the
idea of her in those green shorts and tight top, he amended, “Okay, then after.
We’ll lay down the foundation. “
Veronica smiled in return before tossing her arms around his body. “Thank you,
Logan! This means so much to me!”
She wasn’t even off the property before Logan came to the conclusion that this
was an extraordinarily bad idea.
===============================================================================
Lesson the First: A Proper Make-Out
Logan had kissed a dozen girls, slept with a handful; he had always been good
with women, who were attracted to his natural charm and quick wit. Los Angeles
had been a good training ground for his womanizing ways but Neptune, Neptune
was the shark’s tank. Forget the daughters of starlets and studio owners; you
hadn’t met a true man-eater until you had encountered Lilly Kane.
Lilly Kane had been the only girl to ever make him feel insecure, off-balance;
she didn’t buy into his bullshit because hers was twice as good. Every
interaction between them was a game, a new manipulation, and she made no
apologies for that. After all, she was Lilly-fucking-Kane, and he got the
privilege of her company. If he didn’t like it, he could get out of the way
because there were dozens of young men that wanted that privilege.
They had broken up barely a week ago. It wasn’t that he was sick of her
cheating on him, though that certainly was part of it. No, what was insulting
was that she wasn’t even bothering to be discrete anymore. Everyone knew that
she had fucked Casey Gant the previous weekend, and, what was worse, was that
she had done it in the backseat of his Range Rover. Logan had exchanged it the
next day for the Xterra and had broken up with Lilly, who declared him a non-
entity. She had passed on that proclamation to every 09er girl, knowing she had
no pull with her brother or Dick, and, since then, no girl would so much as
look at him for fear of Lilly’s wrath.
Except for Veronica…
He wasn’t sure why he was nervous for her to arrive. Of all the girls he could
mess around with in Neptune, Veronica Mars certainly wasn’t number one. Logan
liked his girls to be sophisticated, experienced; he had learned the hard way
that virgins tended to cling after you got in their pants, and, as such, he had
an unwritten rule that if no man had gone there before, he wouldn’t be the
first. That was part of the reason his assent to help Veronica was so puzzling
to him. Even if he avoided the obvious minefields that were the Kane siblings,
there was the fact that Veronica was as pure as the driven snow and would
undoubtedly get attached to him. That was why he swore that, at the first sign
of clinginess, he was going to end these little tutoring sessions.
“Logan?” he heard her call as she cautiously stepped over the threshold into
the pool house.
Fuck me was all Logan could think as he finally caught sight of her. She
obviously hadn’t changed after practice since she was still wearing her tiny
green shorts and the t-shirt that clung enticingly to her breasts. Her long
blonde hair was tied back in pigtails, the curled edges gently brushing against
the swell of her chest, and her lips shone with pink lip gloss that he was sure
tasted like some sort of fruit.
“Sorry I’m late. Practice ran long.”
Trying to shrug off the arousal that was starting to tug at him, he feigned
nonchalance. “Hey, you’re just cutting into your time.”
“I told Dad that I’m helping you study for our chemistry test, so he doesn’t
expect me until dinner,” she reported, setting her bag down. “That’s cool,
right?”
If ever there was an instant killer of erections, it was the image of Sheriff
Keith Mars, who carried a pistol on his hip, finding out what he had planned
for his baby girl. Logan was quite attached to his genitalia, and he knew that
if Sheriff Mars had any inkling what his thoughts were when he saw Veronica in
those shorts, he would have no hesitation in removing it.
Maybe he already did and that was why Sheriff Mars hated him so badly.
“That’s fine.” Flopping back onto the bed that was the centerpiece of the room,
he playfully drawled, “Come into my den.”
“Said the spider to the fly,” Veronica finished, gingerly perching on the edge.
“So what now?”
“I’m going to teach you how to kiss.”
Giving him a somewhat irritated look, she stated, “I already know how to kiss.”
With a smirk, he replied, “Ever turned Duncan inside out with a kiss?”
Gnawing anxiously on her lower lip, she mumbled, “I don’t know…probably not.”
“Then you don’t know how to kiss.” Scooting closer to her, Veronica immediately
withdrew. When he tried again, she retreated yet again, almost as if they were
in an old movie. Finally, he snapped, “Do you want my help or not?”
Ceasing her crab walk, Veronica sighed heavily. She was quiet for a moment
before all but whispering, “Is this cheating on Duncan?”
Irritation draining from him, Logan echoed her sigh. Finally, he lied, “No.
You’re doing this for him. I wouldn’t recommend telling him about it, but he’ll
be…happy with the result.”
She studied him for a moment with those big blue eyes before softly declaring,
“You’re lying to me.”
He didn’t reply; he had no idea what to say.
Moving closer to him, she said, “Thank you.”
And then she sealed her mouth over his.
Logan was right; her lip gloss tasted like fruit, watermelon to be exact, and
it slid against his lips in the most delightful way. Lilly’s lipstick, that
shit she paid $50 a tube for, tasted horribly and always made her lips dry; he
had always thought of it as sandpaper. But Veronica tasted as sweet as her
personality, and he almost came in his pants when her tongue briefly flitted
into his mouth, teasing him, before withdrawing. Almost immediately, his tongue
sought to follow hers, but she was gone, pulling away, daintily wiping at a
smudge of lip gloss on her face.
“See?” she said a bit triumphantly. “I know how to kiss.”
Most of his blood no longer in his brain, Logan gently grasped her wrist and
tugged her against his chest. Cupping her face carefully in his palms, he
murmured, “Show me again.”
Veronica had had a few intense make-out sessions with Duncan. Well, as intense
as Duncan ever got. She had gotten mildly interested, wanting him to get a bit
more active, but he was Duncan and she loved him for his calmness. Things were
never calm in her house; Duncan was like a rock, unmovable, unflappable. It was
a nice contrast to the recent craziness of her life.
But this…She had thought Logan was exaggerating about being turned inside out
with a kiss. She should’ve known that he wasn’t. Logan didn’t exaggerate; he
stated the facts as he saw them and did what he wanted with those facts. And
even though she was supposed to be in control of this learning session, she
suddenly felt as if Logan Echolls had twisted her into one big hormonal knot
and was tightening it.
His mouth was soft but insistent, urging her to press back harder, to touch his
face, his arms, anything. When he slid an arm around her waist, urging her body
against his, Veronica moaned into his mouth, her tongue now playfully twisting
with his, and she slid her arms around his neck, hoisting herself up and into
his lap.
Logan barely cut off his groan as Veronica lowered herself against his
erection. He was certain she would leap off of him and run screaming when she
felt his dick pushing into the softness between her legs, but she was either
too involved in the kiss or just innocent enough that it didn’t register. And
once he realized she didn’t care, he set about devouring her mouth.
Lilly hated to make-out; she said it was a waste of time, that it was just
putting off “the good stuff.” Lilly was all about the good stuff. Logan didn’t
usually protest that; he was a sixteen-year-old boy, so anytime he could skip
the foreplay and go right to the sex, he wasn’t going to turn up his nose at
it. But in his time with Lilly, he had forgotten just how much fun this could
be.
They were twenty minutes into their make-out session when Veronica pulled back
and gasped against his lips, “Logan, this doesn’t feel like…like a lesson
anymore…It feels like…”
“Like what?” he panted back, pressing several quick kisses to her jaw line.
“Like making out,” she whimpered as he found a particularly sensitive spot
beneath her ear.
Moving back towards her mouth, he quipped, “Practice makes perfect.”
When the alarm on her cell phone began to trill loudly, announcing to Veronica
that it was time to go home for dinner, she was pinned beneath Logan, her hands
wandering the expansive plane of his back, his hands still in her hair, though
they had ventured once or twice towards her hips before retreating back to
neutral zones.
Logan rolled off of her onto his back, slowly trying to calm his breathing and
heart rate, attempting to will away his rock hard erection. Veronica remained
next to him for a moment before sitting up. Logan couldn’t help but smirk at
the wrinkled state of Veronica’s uniform, the wild hair that had long ago
escaped the pigtails, the telling sight of her tightened nipples beneath her
shirt. He knew that his own clothes were equally rumpled and that his face was
smeared with that fabulous tasting watermelon lip gloss, but the sight of a
debauched Veronica was far more arousing.
Running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to regain some semblance of
propriety, she tied the blonde strands into a low ponytail. Her cheeks a
delightful pink, she said, “Thank you…for the lesson.”
“No problem,” he replied, his voice rough with arousal.
Shifting her weight nervously, she inquired, “When can I come for my next
lesson?”
“Thursday good?”
She nodded, picking up her discarded messenger bag. “I’ll see you Thursday
then.”
“See ya, V.”
The taillights of her car hadn’t even disappeared before Logan was in the
shower, ice cold water uselessly pounding around him as he fisted his cock
until he came, his semen spraying the imported tile of the shower, Veronica’s
name on his lips.
===============================================================================
Lesson the Second: Manual Stimulation
She wasn’t wearing her pep squad uniform on Thursday, and, for that, Logan was
eternally grateful; it saved him the embarrassment of coming in his pants like
he was twelve and had just seen his first set of boobs. No, she was wearing the
same outfit she had worn at lunch today, the one that made her look as angelic
as Keith Mars wanted her to stay. He couldn’t help but admire the muscled
golden legs that her corduroy skirt revealed, the demureness of her fuzzy pink
sweater; her hair was down today, hanging in soft curls around her face, and
her lips shone with the same lip gloss that had decorated his face a few days
ago.
Veronica seemed more relaxed than she had on Monday, and this time she sank
onto the bed with ease instead of appearing as if she was facing her
executioner. Logan resisted the urge to smirk at the way her eyes kept flicking
towards his lips as if she wanted him to kiss her but wasn’t sure how to ask
for it.
“So what do you want to learn today?” he drawled, moving around the room to
close the shades.
“Well…what do you recommend?”
I recommend that you get naked immediately and we move straight to the final
exam was Logan’s internal reply. Instead, he pushed, “What do you want?”
“You know more than I do what should come next,” she challenged, not giving an
inch.
“You’ve already gotten kissing down,” Logan mused aloud, prompting Veronica to
lightly flush in remembrance of their previous activities. “So I guess we could
move right along to-“
“Second base, right?” Veronica cut in, a touch overexcited.
Logan couldn’t hide his smile this time; he couldn’t remember the last time he
had called what he was going to show her “second base.” It was so junior high
in its innocence that it made her twice as appealing. Taking his seat on the
bed, he inquired, “Ready for your second lesson?”
Veronica nodded eagerly.
Just as he was about to open his mouth he realized that he wasn’t exactly sure
how to go about this. Kissing Veronica was not hard to initiate or even explain
away if caught; this was a whole new line, the one that was impossible to go
back from. And even if he was approaching this as a learning experience for
her-and he was fairly certain after several masturbatory fantasies that he was
not-this was a major lesson.
Finally, he tentatively began, “There are three major ways you can pleasure a
guy. There’s your hands, your mouth, and your…”
“Vagina,” Veronica prompted with a nod of her head that was intended to hurry
him along.
God, Logan hated that word; it sounded far too clinical for what he wanted.
“Right, vagina. We want to ease you into this, so we’re gonna start with
hands.”
“Okay,” she easily agreed. “So you’re gonna teach me how to give Duncan a hand
job?”
Logan nearly swallowed his tongue at the casual way his chaste friend casually
identified his lesson. Veronica blushed when you said “tits” at the lunch
table; had she been practicing words in the mirror to stop herself from the
same reaction now?
“Basically.” Moving towards the night stand next to the table, he opened the
drawer, tossing over his shoulder, “I got something that should help with
this.”
For a minute, Veronica couldn’t identify what he was holding, but, when she
did, her face turned fire engine red and couldn’t help but gasp. She knew what
it was; Lilly had made more than a few jokes about them, had even threatened to
buy her one for her sixteenth birthday, but Veronica had never seen one up
close and personal.
Logan was holding a purple dildo, complete with balls at the base.
“Where did you get that?!” she squealed, averting her eyes as if she had just
seen Clemmons in the shower.
“The sex shop on Houston,” he casually replied, sitting back down beside her.
“Sarah, the very nice lady behind the counter, told me its one of the best
models.”
“What, did she take it for a test drive like a car?” she snapped, trying not to
look at it.
“Veronica…it’s just rubber and silicone.”
“It’s a vibrator!”
“No, it’s not, Miss Honor Roll. This is simply a dildo. It will only move when
you make it. See?” To demonstrate his point, he began to shake the dildo by the
testicles at the base, making the long purple penis wave in the wind, much to
Veronica’s horror.
“Stop it!” she shrieked, trying to grab his wrist to stop the dildo waving.
Exasperated, Logan practically asked, “V, if you can’t even look or touch at
the fake one, how are you gonna touch Duncan’s?”
Chagrined, Veronica took a deep breath and very deliberately took the sex toy
into her hand, holding it as if it were a stick of dynamite. “Okay, I’m
touching it,” she petulantly announced.
“Look, if you don’t want to do this-“
“No, I do!” she assured him. “What now?”
“I’m assuming we can skip the anatomy lesson?”
“I think I can tell the difference between the parts, yeah.”
Leaning back against the pillows, Logan began, “The most important thing to
realize is that, no matter how good of a hand job you give, we can still give
ourselves a better one.”
“What?!”
“Look, we have constant access to it and we’ve been doing it a helluva lot
longer, so we’re just better at. Hand jobs are usually for thirteen-year-olds.
However, if you’re in a tight situation, like a backseat, they’ll do in a
pinch. Now, always remember that every thing there is very delicate; if you
think you’re squeezing too hard, you are. Put your hand around it.”
Veronica cautiously wrapped her hand around the fake phallus, almost as if she
was afraid it would burn her.
“Give it a few strokes, but keep it gentle, kinda teasing.”
Slowly, Veronica agreed. As Logan continued to give directions, Veronica began
to feel more and more ridiculous before tossing the dildo at him and
exclaiming, “What good is this?! It’s a piece of plastic! How am I supposed to
know if I’m doing it right? What if I am squeezing too hard? What’s it gonna
do? And I doubt Duncan’s gonna sit still! How am I supposed to adapt when he’s
squirming around if Barney the Purple Phallus just sits there?!”
“Well, I don’t know how to teach you this! What am I supposed to do, whip mine
out and let you practice?”
“Why not? That’s how I learned kissing!”
The moment her words were out, there was no taking them back. Veronica looked
shocked that she had let them escape; Logan appeared as if he had just had a
stroke. While he had certainly hoped that Veronica would offer to give him a
hand, he hadn’t expected her to suggest it; that was why he had bought that
ridiculous toy. But to hear her actually say it…
“I’m sorry,” she immediately began to backpedal. “That was too far. I’m sorry.
I’ll just go.”
“No, Veronica, don’t,” he objected, stilling her so she couldn’t run. Inclining
his head towards her, he sighed, “We’re doing this out of order. Kiss me.”
She immediately complied, her arms obediently encircling his neck while his
found their way around her waist. As she eagerly gave him her watermelon
flavored mouth, his hands began to slide beneath her sweater. When she jerked
back, he gently reminded her, “Second base, remember? Just say no and I’ll
stop.”
Veronica remained quiet; he pushed the sweater up, leaving her clad in her
skirt and a pale pink spaghetti strap top that her small but ample breasts were
nearly bursting out of. Her nipples were pushed up hard against it and Logan
was willing to bet the entire Echolls fortune that she wore no bra beneath it.
Her kisses were hungrier with an edge of desperation, as if she thought she
could alleviate her nerves by the pleasure of his kisses, and, when Logan’s
index finger lightly flitted across her right nipple, she jumped a bit but did
not pull away. Taking that as a sign of her approval, he moved his thumbs
across both of the erect points, and this time she sighed, pushing her chest
subtly into his hands.
Veronica began to pepper kisses along his jaw, his cheeks, anything her mouth
could reach as his hands fully cupper her breasts. “Logan,” she groaned against
his ear, her hot breath scorching against his skin. “Please…”
Logan knew that she had no idea what she was asking for, but he did, which was
why he carefully lowered the straps of her shirt, brushing sweet kisses against
the delicacy of her collar bone before baring her breasts to his lustful gaze.
When he could see her, he sat back on his heels, staring for a moment in awe.
It wasn’t that Logan hadn’t seen breasts before; he had seen more breasts than
a Playboy photographer. It was just that he had never seen Veronica’s breasts
before. They were nowhere nears as large as Lilly’s, but that was their charm;
they fit perfectly in the palm of his hand and were topped off with the
sweetest pink nipples he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. He could already
feel them against his tongue, feel the softness against his face.
Self-conscious, Veronica folded her arms over her chest, shielding her from his
gaze. When he glanced up at her face, he saw the embarrassment there but was
more surprised by the shame.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she lied, her voice sounding small, so unlike Veronica.
“What’s wrong?” he repeated, having none of it.
“It’s just…I know they’re not big, like Lilly’s or-or Madison’s, and I know
that I’m not…sexy like them-“
Pressing a finger against her lips, Logan forcefully stated, “You’re beautiful,
Veronica. You’re perfect. Doesn’t Duncan tell you that?”
“Not really. It’s not…It’s not his style.”
“That’s ridiculous. If you were my girlfriend-“
When he abruptly stopped, Veronica prompted, “If I was your girlfriend what?”
“I’d tell you how beautiful you were every second of the day. I’d never let you
think you were less than them, because you are so much more beautiful than
Lilly or Madison could ever be. I’d kiss every inch of you to let you know how
beautiful I find you.”
Veronica knew that it was probably a line, something to boost her self-esteem.
But that didn’t stop the tears from flooding her eyes or unfolding her tightly
clasped arms, allowing him access to her breasts again. The moment they were
available to them, he lowered his mouth to the swell, beginning to press kisses
all around the breast, his tongue lightly circling the nipple. Her entire body
was tense, her fingers digging into his shoulders, and she shuddered as his
warm breath misted across her flesh.
The suction of his mouth against her nipple made her cry out, her hips pitching
up on instinct, and Logan grinned with pride as his hand began to work on the
nipple that was not covered by his mouth. Her skin was heating up, flush with
pleasure, and giving her a lesson was the very last thing on his mind in that
moment because it definitely didn’t feel like she was learning anything.
And then he felt the pressure of her small hand against the bulge in his pants,
and his own hips jerked, trying to regain contact. Logan withdrew so that he
could look Veronica in the eyes, and he saw the nervousness there but also
anticipation. He slowly moved onto his back, and Veronica followed, sitting up
beside him, her breasts delightfully bare as her shirt was pushed down around
her waist.
Logan slowly unzipped his pants, making sure that Veronica had an adequate
amount of time to protest should she want to stop, but she did nothing other
than watch, her entire face covered in a delightful blush. When he pushed his
pants and boxers down, his erection sprang up comically, hard and throbbing
framed by a thatch of dark hair. Veronica’s eyes widened but she did not say
anything, just moved her hand towards it and then withdrew, like a child
reaching for a breakable and then thinking better of it.
“You okay?” he felt obligated to ask.
“It’s…it’s not what I expected.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Good,” she decided, her eyes assessing his hard-on. Logan smiled when he
noticed the way she was pulling the corner of her mouth in with her teeth; it
was the same thing she did when she was trying to solve a particularly hard
math problem.
Feeling a bit ridiculous just lying there with his dick out, Logan began, “It’s
ok. We can stop-“
The rest of his words became a moan as Veronica wrapped her fingers around his
straining flesh and pumped it once, experimentally. When she did it again, just
one pump and then a pause, Logan groaned, “Jesus, Veronica, don’t tease.”
“You said to tease,” she pointed out, tugging twice before trailing her
fingertips down towards the base.
“Not now!” he gritted through his teeth.
Reaching down, he used his own hand to guide hers, showing her the motion he
liked best. As in all things, Veronica was a fast learner, and soon her hand
was moving with unerring precision. Logan could feel his climax building,
coming closer and closer to the surface, and he couldn’t help but note that
Veronica now seemed fascinated by what she held in her hand, at the precum
gathering at the tip, at the way he moved his hips to gain more friction.
“Veronica,” he panted, “if you keep going…I’m gonna come.”
“Isn’t that the point?” she asked, a bit of a smile playing at her lips. Logan
couldn’t believe that she was joking with him right now. Lilly never joked.
When he felt the warmth of her fingertips begin to massage his balls, he
couldn’t hold back any longer. With a cry, he exploded, his come spilling over
her hand and onto his stomach. As he lie there afterward, bliss flowing through
his veins, he saw Veronica calmly reach over and grab a handful of Kleenex,
cleaning the two of them up. When she was done, she smiled.
“That was pretty cool.”
Finally gaining the muscle control to sit up, Logan kissed her, his mouth
demanding against hers, and his fingers began to roll her nipples, tugging at
the flesh. Just as she began to moan and Logan started to lower her back
against the mattress, they heard Lynn Echolls cry, “Logan! Are you in the pool
house?!”
As if they had been electrocuted, they pulled apart, Veronica fighting to get
her tank top over her breasts, tugging her sweater over her head. Logan quickly
zipped up his pants, rushing to flush the soiled Kleenex, and, when Lynn
finally entered the pool house, Veronica had out her chemistry book and Logan
was staring intently into it as she began to rattle off inane facts on the
periodic table.
“Oh, hi, Veronica,” Lynn greeted. “Are you staying for dinner? Arnold and Maria
are coming over.”
“No, thanks, Mrs. Echolls.”
“You sure? I can have them set a place for you.”
Sliding her book into her bag, she assured her, “No, it’s fine. My dad’s making
lasagna tonight anyway.”
“Well, Logan, I set out your new suit to wear. Your dad’s gonna be home in
twenty minutes, so be ready by then, okay?”
The moment Lynn Echolls was gone, Logan began, “Veronica-“
“I should get going. You need to get ready.”
“Veronica-“
But she was out the door, and Logan was stuck in the pool house, waiting for
dinner with the Terminator and his wife. He was certain that he had ruined
things forever with Veronica until later that night when he saw he had a text
message. When he opened it, it read Are you busy Sunday? Let me know.
Logan had been right; this was a very bad idea, but that didn’t stop him from
sending a message back.
Cya Sunday, V
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Lesson the Third: Oral Fixations
Neptune seemed to be mocking Logan with its perfect spring weather on Sunday
afternoon. As he lied on his back beside the pool, staring up at the clear blue
sky, he couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he had gotten himself into. Had
it really been only a week ago that Veronica had asked him for his help? And
why had he given it? There were few hard and fast rules that Logan Echolls
lived his life by but number one on that list was that you never fucked around
with your best friend’s girl, especially when that best friend was Duncan Kane,
who would move heaven and earth to help you out of a jam. That rule should’ve
had a sub-section that stated you especially didn’t fuck around with Duncan’s
girl when the girl in question was Veronica Mars, whose lips always tasted of
watermelon lip gloss, who could smile and turn the toughest man inside out,
whose inexperienced touch had made him come harder than hours of fucking Lilly
Kane.
He had teased Duncan once that Veronica Mars was the conscience of the 09ers,
the sole voice of morality in a world that was dominated by excess and tempted
the most angelic with vices that most grown people couldn’t fathom. Duncan had
smiled, said that Veronica was the North Star, never changing in her beliefs,
constant; it was what Duncan liked about her, the fact that not even Lilly
could lead her off course.
It was not a trait that Logan respected in women. When your sole goal was to
sleep with as many women as possible, leading them off the beaten path of
chastity into debauchery was a necessity; immovable girls were not to be toiled
with, as they were a waste of precious time. And yet…the immovable girl had
been the one to come to him, to ask him to sin. The irony amused him.
And, when he saw Veronica appear poolside in pale yellow sundress decorated
with tiny blue daisies, he knew that it had damned him.
She lied back on the lounge that was parallel to his, crossing her legs
daintily at the ankle. After a moment, she quipped, “How was dinner with the
Terminator?”
“He and Dad talked cigars, Mom talked about Botox, and Maria just looked
uncomfortable.” Removing his sunglasses, he tilted his head towards her.
“They’re in Tahoe until Tuesday; it’s Dad’s apology for missing her birthday.”
“Was he shooting a movie?”
“No, banging a stewardess.”
Veronica didn’t blush; it was no surprise that Aaron Echolls was a philanderer.
Besides, Lilly had told her enough rumors about the Echolls marriage that
Veronica wasn’t sure she could ever look at them the same way.
“So…we’re the only ones here?”
Logan nodded. “Mrs. Navarro doesn’t come in on Sundays, Cook has the night
off…It’s just us.”
Fingers anxiously playing with the curled end of one piece of hair, she
cautiously asked, “Does that mean we’re gonna do the next lesson?”
“If you want.”
“I want,” she confirmed, her nervous fingers now tugging at the hem of her
dress. “I mean…no point in stopping now, right? Should we go in the pool
house?”
As he stared at her in the sunlight, her eyes bright with excitement, cheeks a
delightful pink, golden locks spilling over her shoulders, Logan just shook his
head. He wanted to see her in the sunlight, see what her passion looked like
out in the open rather than in the darkness of the pool house.
Logan moved slowly towards her, giving her enough time to figure out he had
planned and to object. When she didn’t, he all but panther crawled up her
svelte body, no easy task considering the size of lounge. With his weight
suspended above her, braced only by his arms, he brushed a teasing kiss across
her lips, causing her to strain upwards in her quest for something more
substantial. He chuckled, his breath warm against her, and sighed, “I’ve been a
bad teacher.”
“No, you haven’t,” she protested, her hands sliding around his back, lighting
stroking. “You did just what I wanted.”
“But I didn’t teach you reciprocity.”
Veronica just stared at him, waiting.
“You did for me last time, but I didn’t do for you.”
Flushing a brilliant shade of crimson, Veronica stuttered, “I-I didn’t ask you
to do that. Besides, I don’t need to know what…that’s like.”
“Unless DK sits on his hands while you’re doing this, he’s going to touch you
back.” Pressing a kiss to base of her throat, he breathed, “He’d be crazy not
to.”
“But you don’t have to!”
“I want to,” he assured her, “but if you don’t want it…”
The excitement coursing through her outweighed the nervousness as she nodded
her head. “Just…go slow?”
He kissed her softly, trying to relax her. His hands were polite when they
skimmed her body, and that seemed to get to her more than the demanding kisses
that they had shared on Thursday. Already he could feel his shirt knotting in
her hands as she tugged and twisted, trying to get him closer, to touch her the
way she needed him to.
When he gently tweaked a tight nipple, Veronica thrust her hips up against his,
slamming hard against his erection, and Logan knew that she was at the point
where she would not panic if he made his move. Slowly, he began to stroke the
flesh of her thigh, almost the way he would have petted an animal to soothe
them, but, when his fingers touched the sensitive skin of her inner thigh,
Veronica’s eyes snapped open and Logan saw the fear there.
“I won’t hurt you,” he promised, keeping the butterfly light touch to the thigh
constant. “I only want to make you feel good.”
“You’ll stop if I ask?”
“I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do, V. This is all for you,
baby. If you don’t like it, just say so.”
“Go ahead,” she acquiesced, brushing a kiss to his forehead. “But it better be
as good as you promise,” she added with a shaky smile.
He couldn’t help but kiss her then, so overwhelmed by her. As their lips
tangled and Veronica began to exhibit more passion, he carefully hooked his
fingers beneath the strings of her bikini panties and began to tug them down.
He felt her tense for a moment and he nearly stopped until she began to kiss
him again, her own hand moving downward to assist him.
When the small bunch of fabric lay on the ground beside them, Logan, infinitely
gentle, allowed his fingers to graze the flesh between her legs. She jolted,
trying to sit up from the intensity of the feeling, but the weight of Logan’s
body kept her on the lounge.
“Relax, babe.”
She was wet, incredibly so. It had taken Lilly forever to get wet; for a girl
that was perpetually in heat, actual arousal from Lilly was rare. To feel the
heat and slickness of Veronica’s flesh was something new for Logan. It not only
filled him with a sense of masculine pride that he could get her this worked
up, but it made him feel wanted, desired. Sex was a weapon to Lilly, a tool to
control men; all Veronica felt was want.
He found her entrance easily, guarded by blonde curls that were dripping with
dew, and, as slowly as he could, he eased his index finger inside her. She
cried out, her fingers curling around his biceps, and he was surprised to hear
himself pant out, “Did I hurt you?”
“Good,” was all she managed.
Taking that as a sign to continue, Logan slowly drew himself upwards, never
dislodging the finger inside her warmth. Veronica stared at him in confusion
for a moment until she felt him drawing down the zipper of her dress, tugging
the front down with his left hand, desperately trying to bare her breasts. She
reached up, shaking off his hand, and drew it down with a wantonness that she
could not believe she possessed. When her breasts were visible, flushed from
the blood pumping furiously through her, her dusky pink nipples begging for his
mouth, Logan declared, “God, you’re gorgeous,” before taking them in his mouth.
Veronica moaned desperately, crying out as he tugged a nipple with his teeth
while simultaneously sliding his thumb against her engorged clit. For Veronica,
untried even by her own hand, the light pressure of Logan’s thumb against that
tender bundle of nerves was all it took to send her rocketing into the first
orgasm of her life.
Logan was in awe as he watched her come apart, moaning and calling his name,
her head whipping back and forth as her eyes were fluttering with the new
sensation. She looked like an angel, ravished by pleasure, and Logan knew in
that second that he was positively lost. And it was while he witnessed her
quake and shiver from pleasure, that it was time to move on in the lesson plan.
“Lesson three,” he murmured before positioning himself between her splayed
thighs. With one last glance spared to her face, Logan took a breath and began
to lap at the wetness seeping from her body.
Veronica bolted upright in shock at the first touch of Logan’s tongue to her
clit, so embarrassed that she could barely breathe. She reached for his head,
her fingers tangling into his hair to push him away. All she had managed to eke
out was, “Logan,” before he sweetly suckled her throbbing flesh between his
lips, his tongue gently lashing it to the beat of her pulse. Suddenly the hands
that she had meant to push him away were pulling him closer, and her voice was
now begging him to not stop, to never stop.
Logan had never really enjoyed this part of foreplay, and neither had Lilly.
The one time that he had attempted to do it without her asking, it had been
about a month into their relationship. He had just lowered his mouth when she
had slapped his shoulder and snapped, “What the fuck are you doing?! You think
I’m gonna kiss you after that?! I wanted you to fuck me, dipshit!”
He had never initiated it again and had declared it unnecessary with any of his
other hookups. It didn’t do anything for him, and, really, why should he put
extra leg work into what was already a done deal?
Only a minute into oral sex with Veronica, Logan had decided that he could
happily remain like this for the rest of his life.
She tasted like truth in his mouth, like sunshine and passion and hope. The
flavor of her exploded against his tongue, waking up senses that he didn’t even
know he had, senses that had been beaten into submission during his
relationship with Lilly. Here, Veronica Mars’s creamy thighs framing his body,
the sweetness of her juices spilling into his mouth, her fingers twining in his
hair to direct him to where she needed him, Logan didn’t feel like an annoyance
or a walking sex toy; he felt needed, desired, free of Lilly Kane.
And wasn’t it just his luck that he had found that absolution with his best
friend’s girlfriend?
“Oh God, Logan,” Veronica began to keen, rolling her hips in an attempt to get
more friction where she desperately needed it. “Logan, please, god, Logan,
yes!”
Crooking the fingers inside of her upwards, he searched until he found it: the
telltale bump that would send her screaming into pleasure. The moment his
fingers began to stroke it, Logan applied harsh suction to her clit. Veronica
screamed, alerting everyone in the tri-county area to her enjoyment, her hands
pulling painfully at his hair, but Logan didn’t care as long as she kept crying
his name like that.
As he backed off, his erection pressing painfully against his zipper, he
watched as Veronica began to suck as much oxygen as she could into her lungs,
body twitching with aftershocks of pleasure, a blush now covering her body. She
looked thoroughly debauched, her dress now just a heap of fabric around her
waist. As she closed her eyes, pressing a hand to her forehead in an attempt to
calm down, Logan discreetly picked up the panties from the ground and slid them
into his pocket.
Veronica’s eyes fluttered open, a brilliant blue that cut right through him,
and the languid smile that appeared on her face was too sweet for words. Her
voice hoarse from screaming, she whispered, “Is it my turn to return the
favor?”
Despite the throbbing that had now spread to his lower stomach, Logan shook his
head, pressed a kiss to the palm of her reaching hand. “I’m good.”
“But you’re supposed to teach me-“
Logan shushed her with a finger against her lips, not wanting her to mention
their agreement, wanting her to let him have the illusion that this was just
another lazy Sunday afternoon, that they were lovers and this was customary.
Veronica, knowledge reflecting in her shining eyes, sat up, daintily righting
her dress. When she was done, she leaned forward, kissing him, tasting herself
on his tongue.
Pulling back, she rested her forehead against his and asked, “Should I go?”
“No,” he replied, cradling her in his arms, arranging them on the lounge so
that she was laying her head against his chest. “Let’s just stay here for a
little bit.”
And so they laid there in silence that was louder than any words they could
have managed until Dick and Beaver Casablancas announced their presence as they
began to tromp through the house. Giving her one last, lingering kiss, Logan
had bid her goodbye and Logan caught one last glimpse of her blonde hair before
the brothers Casablancas appeared.
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Lesson the Fourth: Bringing the Giant Down
What do you do when you’re sitting at a lunch table with your best friend and
all you can think about is how you had gone down on his girlfriend the day
before? Logan had never thought he would have to ask himself that question, but
today he had to face that very conundrum.
Duncan was sitting across from him, and Veronica, looking radiant in a blue
sleeveless shirt and jean skirt, was beside him, appearing to be as
uncomfortable as Logan felt. The Kane heir was oblivious, of course; he just
laughed at some ridiculous story that John Enbom was telling. Lilly, finally
realizing that no one was going to ignore Logan out of solidarity for her no
matter who she was, was sitting at the far end of the table with Madison and
Shelley holding court. From the looks she was shooting Logan, he had a feeling
that something was about to go down.
True to form, Lilly loudly interrupted, “So, Veronica, where were you
yesterday? I tried calling you, like, a hundred times.”
Oh, it was a low blow to go after Veronica, and the blonde teen looked
terrified as her “best friend” turned her gaze on her.
“I went to the library,” Veronica lied, taking a sip of her soda. “I had to
study for my chemistry test.”
“You’ve been studying an awful lot lately. I’m starting to think you’re
avoiding me or something.”
Veronica gave a high pitched laugh, obviously trying to shrug it off, but Lilly
was having none of it. She was about to make another scathing remark when Logan
spoke up, “She’s been tutoring me.”
He would’ve laughed at the way Lilly jerked her head if it wasn’t such a
dangerous situation. “Really? Since when?”
“Last week,” Veronica replied, a bit more strength filling her tone. “He’s not
doing so great in chemistry.”
“And, what, you just decided to keep this a secret?”
“She told me,” Duncan spoke up, surprising Logan. “Quit making a big deal out
of it, Lil.”
“My best friend is going behind my back to spend time with my ex and I
shouldn’t make a big deal out of it?!”
“Jesus, Lilly, it’s not like they’re trying to elope!” Duncan snapped.
“What kind of friend are you, Veronica?” Lilly railed, ignoring her baby
brother. “Don’t you have any sort of loyalty?”
“Back the fuck off, Lilly!” Logan finally exploded, startling the rest of the
table with the severity in his tone. “Don’t jump on her because the pool boy
you decided to fuck hit it and quit it! Veronica’s more loyal to you than any
of your other ass kissers so maybe you shouldn’t treat the one real friend you
have like shit!”
And then Logan stormed away from the table, leaving everyone, including the
Kane siblings and Veronica, in shock.
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When Logan slid into the driver’s seat of the X-terra, he was more than a
little surprised to find Veronica in the passenger’s seat reading a copy of The
Great Gatsby for English class. She didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact
that she had broken into his brand new car, made evident by the way she slid
her bookmark between the pages and casually slid it back into her bag. Finally,
she looked at him and declared, “My mom can’t pick me up today, and, since
Lilly isn’t really talking to me, I can’t get a ride with her. Think you can
take me home?”
“The car was locked,” was all Logan offered in return.
She shrugged. “You say that like it is important.”
“You broke into my car.”
“I prefer to think of it as ‘opened it without a key.’”
Shaking his head in amused disbelief, Logan declared, “I get the feeling
there’s a real dark side to you, Veronica Mars.”
An enigmatic smile across her lips, she pronounced, “You don’t know everything
about me, Logan.”
Veronica’s house was on Bay View, the very last road in the 09er zip code; it
was so far removed from the Kane and Echolls mansions that it might as well
have been on a different planet. There were no pools in this neighborhood, no
sports car, no designer outfits brought home by housewives in Jimmy Choos.
Logan didn’t spend much time in this section of Neptune; the further you got
from the center of 09er-land, the closer you got to people who had no problem
putting you in your place.
“You know, my dad, he’s been pretty busy with that E-string killer
investigation,” Veronica began, almost casually, as they pulled into her empty
driveway. “He’s probably not even going to be home tonight.”
“Uh-huh,” Logan said cautiously.
“And my mom, she’s in LA for the day visiting some friends from college. It’s
just me and Backup here all night.”
“Yeah…”
Seeing that he would not make the first move, Veronica boldly offered, “You
want to come in?”
Say no, Logan. Get her out of your car and drive home. Then, when you get
there, get drunk and call Caitlin Ford; she’s always up for anything. Whatever
you do, do not go inside that house with Veronica.
Removing the keys from the ignition, he nodded, following her inside the
pleasant two-story house. He paused momentarily to give the pitbull puppy she
had gotten for her last birthday a head scratch before following her into the
living room. As she went into the kitchen to get some sodas, Logan took a
moment to investigate the Mars’ living room. He had only been in Veronica’s
house once before, and the Sheriff had been giving him a death glare, so he
hadn’t really looked around. Now, as he did, he couldn’t help but smile.
It was like the shrine to Veronica Mars. Framed photos of her were lined up
across the mantle; one wall was full of pictures, both of the family and
individual shots; academic awards announced that she was the brightest girl in
the Neptune sophomore class. Logan smiled when he found a picture of Veronica
at two, standing in the bathtub covered in bubbles, offering her rubber ducky
to the camera man; that was Veronica, generous even as a toddler.
“Oh, god, don’t look at those!” she ordered, shooing him away from the mantle.
“It’s so embarrassing, the way Mom keeps those out.”
Taking a seat on the sofa, Logan shrugged. “Just means she wants everyone to
see that she’s proud.”
“All it shows them is that I had a Buddha belly, that pigtails were my
hairstyle of choice, and that I couldn’t get food in my mouth to save my life.”
“You look adorable.”
There was only a hint of pink to her cheeks at the compliment, a step up from
just a week ago when she had turned crimson at the most bland of compliments.
“Well, when do I get to see Logan Echolls baby pictures?”
A grimace crossed his lips. “The only baby pics you’re ever gonna see of me are
the ones that Dad sold to Vanity Fair for that bullshit ‘Aaron Echolls: Family
Man’ story.”
Veronica remembered the story; it had run a year before after the rumors of
Aaron screwing the maid had surfaced. Logan had spent a solid month completely
blitzed, and Duncan had been truly worried about him.
Impulsively cupping his cheek, she murmured, “You’re so much better than he
is.”
He didn’t want those words to affect him so greatly, but Logan couldn’t help
it; he was terrified that he would be like his father, the child abusing,
philandering asshole. Lilly had known that, exploited that. More than once she
had screamed that he was just like Aaron, and it was the quickest way to get
Logan to back down from a fight. He just knew that if Veronica knew the truth
about his father the way that Lilly did she would never use it against him.
The kiss was slow, lazy, and Logan knew that he was taking his life in his
hands by making out with the Sheriff’s baby girl on his couch. But Veronica fit
so perfectly into his arms and she was everything he could ask for and did he
really have to consider the fact that she was his best friend’s girl?
He jumped when he felt her hand press against the front of his jeans, applying
pressure to his burgeoning erection. It was the first overt action that
Veronica had taken since these “lessons” had begun and he couldn’t say that it
didn’t feel good. When she tugged at his zipper, his erection was suddenly
rock-hard. The heat of her hand seemed like enough to burn as she carefully
freed him from his boxers. She kept her touch light, her thumb circling the
weeping head, and Logan shuddered from the sensation.
It was when she moved to lower her mouth against him that he caught her
shoulder, gasping, “You don’t have to do this.”
Veronica blinked, an indefinable emotion glimmering in her blue eyes. “I want
to.”
“Duncan won’t expect this.”
Pressing a tender kiss to his lips, she confessed in a whisper, “I’m not doing
this for Duncan.”
Her mouth felt like a wet inferno, and Logan did everything he could to stop
from thrusting upwards. It was obvious within the first thirty seconds that she
didn’t have the experience of the girls who had done this to him in the past;
it was also obvious that Logan did not care in the least. The feel of her doing
this to him-for him-was too overwhelming for words.
She was careful at first, simply taking the tip of him into her mouth, sucking
experimentally before swirling her tongue around the crest. The hand that
clutched him at the base lightly stroked before tentatively caressing his
balls, which caused him to whimper. As minutes ticked by, she became more
comfortable, taking more and more of him into her mouth. She couldn’t do the
deep throat thing that Lilly had once described to her, but she was able to
take about half of his length before having to draw back.
Logan twined his fingers into her silken locks, not wanting to force her but
desperate to touch her. He began to move his head back and forth, nonsensical
phrases spilling from his lips, asking, begging, pleading for more, for
anything she was willing to give him. When she flicked her eyes upward, Logan
met her gaze and was completely stunned by the emotions he felt reflected in
her blue depths. He whispered her name reverently, a prayer to the divine in
the midst of an unforgivable sin against a man they both cared for, and Logan
urged her away from him as his climax took over.
As he lay there recovering from his orgasm, Veronica daintily cleaned up the
mess he had made on his jeans, discarding the tissues into the trashcan before
carefully tucking him back into his pants. It wasn’t until she had neatly
curled herself into the crook of his arm that Logan realized with brutal
clarity that he was in love with Veronica Mars.
Later, when his brain was not foggy with orgasmic afterglow and he could assess
his actions, he would wonder why he had not held his tongue. But he did not and
that was why he blurted out, “Breakup with Duncan.”
Veronica pulled away so fast, her head whipping towards him, that he was almost
certain that he had just told her that he murdered orphans and ate them in his
spare time. “What?”
Not allowing himself to back off, he repeated, “Breakup with Duncan.”
“Why?”
“Veronica…you can’t deny that what we’re doing…that it doesn’t mean something
to you.”
“Logan-“
“Don’t tell it doesn’t,” he interrupted, terrified that was what was going to
spill from her lips.
“Of course it means something,” she assured him. “I mean, you’re my friend and
you’ve been helping me and you’ve been amazing…”
“I’m more than just your friend. What we just did…you don’t do that with
friends.”
Panic began to fill Veronica’s eyes. “Well, no, but we’re not…I can’t leave
Duncan, Logan. Do you know what that would do to him, me breaking up with him
for his best friend? That’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair, Veronica! Isn’t it worse to stay with him when you’re…”
“When I’m what?” she prompted, the panic still not enough to stop her
curiosity.
“I’m in love with you,” he admitted. “I’m painfully, gut-wrenchingly in love
with you, and it tears me up that you’re Duncan’s girlfriend. I don’t want to
hurt him either. But you can’t say…I mean…do you feel the same way?”
Tears began to pool, her eyelashes glistening as if they had diamonds on them.
“Do you have to ask?”
“Then why can’t you breakup with him? I know it’ll be hard-“
“Duncan loves me, Logan! It’ll destroy him to lose us both all at once! And
Lilly! Even though she’s not your girlfriend anymore, she’s still my best
friend!”
“She tried to humiliate you at lunch! That’s not a friend!”
“No, that’s Lilly! I know what Lilly is, Logan! I know the risks that come with
being around her! Everyone who goes near her does! But I can’t just walk away!
You said it yourself, I’m the only real friend she has!”
“But you love me!”
“I know! You think I don’t think about that every second?! But we can’t do
this!”
“Then why did you ask me to ‘teach’ you?! Why, if you were so worried about
Duncan and your precious Lilly, did you ask me to be your teacher?!”
“Because you’re you, and I knew you wouldn’t say no, not when sex was
involved.”
Logan had been hurt in many ways in his life. He had been beaten with fists,
whipped with a belt, burnt by cigars, strangled, and held underwater until he
had thought he would drown, but nothing had ever been as physically painful
than to hear the girl he was in love with declare that she thought he was a
slut.
He stumbled blindly out the door, Veronica tearfully calling after him, “Logan,
wait!”, but he couldn’t. He had to get away from Bay View Drive, away from
Veronica Mars, before he completely lost it.
He managed not to cry until he stood beneath the beating water of the shower,
and when he did, he sank to the floor and wailed because no matter how
distinguished his pedigree, Veronica still thought that he was nothing.
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Lesson the Fifth: Never Swim Against the Current
“I fucking hate geometry,” Lilly sighed as Veronica dug through her locker for
her history book. “I mean, seriously, my dad has, like, a jillion dollars. Do
they really think that any college is going to look at my grades once they see
his checkbook?”
“It’s good to know that you’re keeping your options in perspective, Lil,” she
sarcastically replied.
“So are you excited for this weekend?”
Veronica nodded, feigning a smile. “Catalina sounds awesome.”
“Veronica, Catalina is not the draw here. You are leaving a girl but coming
back a woman. It’s, like, an epic journey.”
“Yeah, I hear Odysseus’s trip started that way.”
“Odysseus? Is he the Swedish exchange student?”
For the first time in days, a genuine laugh bubbled out of Veronica. “It’s a
good thing your dad is Jake Kane, Lil.”
“Whatever. I gotta go. Clemmons wants to talk to me about my attitude. See you
later, Veronica.”
She found the note between the pages of her history book. The moment she saw
the handwriting, she knew who had slipped it inside and her heart momentarily
stopped, her attention now focused on this slip of paper rather than the
lecture on the Vietnam War.
Veronica,
Your final lesson, if you still want it, is tonight. Come to the marina tonight
at 8, slip 14. I’ll be waiting.
L
She already had an alibi established to tell her mother before class was even
over.
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The last time Veronica had been to the marina, she had gone sailing with Duncan
and Logan while Lilly went shopping with Celeste in Los Angeles. With waves
that were crashing up onto the deck, Veronica had been terrified, clinging to
anything that was nailed down while Logan chuckled and Duncan tried to reassure
her she’d be safe. When he had gone below to get a bucket on Logan’s insistence
that Veronica looked like she was going to vomit, Logan had slid an arm around
her waist and given her a squeeze, promising her that he wouldn’t let anything
bad happen to her.
Tonight, as Veronica slowly made her way to the slip where The Sun Dancer was
docked, the warm breeze coming off of the sea caused the short skirt of her
recently purchased red halter dress to swirl around her thighs. She wasn’t sure
why she had bought the dress on her way home from school today; it wasn’t her
style at all, but the image of Logan seeing her in it had proved to be too
tempting. Of course, the heels that matched it made her balance precarious at
best and they were not appropriate boat footwear, but that was inconsequential
right now.
She saw him seated on the deck of his father’s sailboat, his long legs crossed
at the ankle in front of him, an inscrutably dark expression on his face. When
he saw her, she saw the flash of approval in his eyes at the way the dress
clung to her curves before he forced it away.
“You’re late,” he spat, getting to his feet.
Shocked at his tone, she countered, “By, like, two minutes.”
“I might have plans after this,” he continued, turning his back on her as he
began to pull at ropes and cords that Veronica didn’t understand in the
slightest.
“Well, unless you’re launching a nuclear strike against San Diego, I doubt two
minutes will matter.”
“We can’t all cater to your schedule, Veronica.”
No longer titillated by the potential of this meeting or weighted down with
worry about their last conversation, she snapped, “Why are you being so mean?!”
Finally turning to face her, Veronica saw just how tired and sad he looked. It
was as if all the fight had been taken out of him, and she didn’t like this
Logan. “I’m not your boyfriend, Veronica; I’m your whore. I don’t have to be
nice to you.”
She reeled back as if slapped. “Is that what you think, that…that you’re my
whore?”
“I’m your hired stud, aren’t I? You wanted someone to fool around with, so you
asked me because I’m so morally bankrupt I wouldn’t have any problem doing it
to Duncan. You bought the experience.”
“I didn’t buy anything. I just wanted a favor!”
“Well, you gotta ‘em, baby.” Closing the gap between them, he mockingly
inquired, “What do you want, darling? Tell me and I’ll be a good little boy and
give it to you.”
Shoving him away from her with all of her strength, tears now sliding down her
cheeks at his cruelty, she cried, “I want the Logan who made me feel like I
mattered, like I was precious! I want the Logan that said he loved me! I want
the Logan that didn’t treat me the way Lilly treats him! That’s what I want,
Logan! Can you give me that or are you too busy pretending like I don’t matter
at all?!”
They stood there, staring at each other, tears rolling down both their cheeks,
at an impasse. Veronica finally turned to leave when Logan hoarsely called out,
“Don’t!”
She turned to face him and replied, “Why not?”
Running his fingers through his hair in frustration, he admitted, “I can’t go
back to the way things were, V. I can’t just pretend that this hasn’t happened,
that I don’t feel this way.”
“So you thought doing your best Dick imitation was the way to make me pay?”
“No! I…I love you, Veronica.”
“You know how I feel.”
“No, I don’t,” he argued. “You avoided it when I asked you. So I need to know,
Veronica! Spell it out for me; tell me who you love!”
Lower lip quivering, she whispered, “As long as I’m on this boat, it’s you.
When it’s just us, when we’re like this, it’s always you. But the world…it
isn’t this boat, and it’s more than just me and you, and in that world, I
can’t…I can’t hurt Duncan. I just can’t.” Her tears were falling faster as she
confessed, “I wish I could.”
Taking a tentative step towards her, he murmured, “Then as long as you’re on
this boat, you’re mine. Duncan doesn’t exist. It’s just you and me.”
“But what about when-“
He pressed a finger to her lips, stilling the words he didn’t want to hear. If
he could just keep up this game of pretend where the siblings Kane did not
exist even for just a few hours, maybe he could keep his sanity. Tonight he
just needed Veronica and nothing more.
“It’s just us.”
Logan navigated them away from shore, finally dropping anchor far away enough
that the lights of Neptune only looked like Christmas bulbs in the distance. He
watched Veronica with interest, at the way she stroked the goosebumps on her
bare arms, the way she kept sneaking sly looks at him, the way she dabbed at
the drying tears on her cheeks. She was his tonight, and he was amazed by that.
“Logan,” she began when he moved towards her, taking her into his arms, “I’m
sorry for-“
“Shhh.” Brushing her hair away from her face, he swore, “It doesn’t matter.
Just forget about that right now, okay? Let’s just have this be about us.”
Veronica nodded, accepting his proffered lips, wanting to be able to lose
herself in the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer,
and Logan stroked the exposed skin of her back, sending chills up her spine.
When he felt her shiver, he asked, “Do you want to go down to the cabin?”
If Keith Mars had taught his daughter anything, it was how to identify when a
guy was trying to work his way into her pants. In those situations, he had
taught her exactly how to make a man infertile with a single blow. But right
now, Veronica didn’t want to fight Logan off; she wanted to go down to that
cabin and see what he was offering her.
“Yeah.”
Veronica’s hand felt tiny in his own as he led her down the few steps to the
cabin below deck. Aaron had the cabin professionally decorated, mostly as a
place to take his mistresses, but Veronica obviously didn’t care as she gasped
at the ornate room. The centerpiece of the entire room was a king sized bed
covered in bedclothes that cost more than most people’s monthly salaries.
Veronica lightly sat on the edge of the bed as Logan pressed a kiss to her
forehead before moving to light the few candles around the room. When tears
pricked her eyes this time, there was no sorrow or frustration there; it was
appreciation and adoration.
Logan stood before her and Veronica stared up at him, surprised to see the
amount of vulnerability in Logan’s eyes. After a moment, he promised, “I’ll be
good to you.”
Getting to her feet, she assured him, “I know.”
Their lips met with restrained passion as Veronica pressed her hands against
his chest and Logan gently tugged at the strings of her halter dress. When the
knot loosened, the flap of fabric fell, revealing the plump mounds of
Veronica’s breasts, her nipples tight and demanding attention. Logan carefully
pushed the dress down her frame, leaving her standing before him in nothing but
a pair of lacy white panties and those dangerously high heels. The picture she
presented was too overwhelming for words.
“Jesus,” was all Logan could get out before tracing the outer curve of her
breast with his fingertips.
Her fingers trembled a bit as she tugged his shirt up, and she was grateful
that he lifted his arms in order to assist her. Too nervous to try to remove
his pants, Veronica pressed a soft, wet kiss to the patch of chest in front of
her, and a noise of approval rumbled deep within him as he moved them
backwards. Veronica’s knees hit the bed and she sat on instinct, continuing her
trail of kisses down the meridian of his body. When she reached for his belt,
Logan batted her hands away, urging her to move further towards the center of
the bed. As she lied back on the blue comforter, Logan followed, pausing
briefly to remove her shoes. He idly wished that they would have another time
because the idea of making love to her with those heels on…
She stared up at him, her trusting blue eyes full of emotions that Lilly Kane
could not even begin to comprehend, and Logan Echolls knew that he would
remember this night for the rest of his life.
Logan shed his pants, watching as Veronica averted her eyes like the blushing
virgin she was, and the movement was too sweet for words. When he was nude, he
touched her kneecap and she brought her gaze back towards him. She gave him a
small smile and he kissed her kneecap in return. As he began to move his lips
further up her leg, she rasped, “Are you gonna…?”
“Do you want me to?”
Veronica enthusiastically nodded her head as the memory of her last foray into
oral sex worked its way to the forefront of her brain.
Hooking his thumbs into the panties, Logan kissed each of her hipbones before
dragging them down her tanned legs. Once they were free of her body, he
positioned himself between her thighs. With a seductive grin, Logan dipped his
head down and Veronica’s head fell back as she began to cry out in pleasure.
Logan had never been with someone so responsive. Lilly would dirty talk, but it
didn’t excite her or even really him; she said it because that was what you
were supposed to say when you were having sex. There were no moans or gasps or
even saying his name; Lilly, when she wasn’t being crude, was a fairly silent
bed partner. It was a pleasant change of pace to be with Veronica who would
tell him how good every lick, nibble, and touch felt.
When she reached her peak, Logan slid up her body, barely giving her a chance
to recover before his erection was pressing against the entrance to her body.
Veronica gasped, her hands now grasping his shoulders tightly as the knowledge
that they were truly about to become lovers struck her.
“Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” Logan panted, praying to every deity under
the sun that she would say anything but no.
Softly, sounding so very young, she requested, “Tell me you love me.”
Sincerity ringing through with every syllable, he swore, “I love you. I love
you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else in my life. You’re it, Veronica.
You’re my love.”
Veronica bent her knees, cradling his body, and she tightened her hold on him
as she tipped her hips upwards, sending him a signal that she was ready. Logan
stretched across to the bedside table, retrieving a condom. With precision, he
rolled it down his length before sighing into her ear, “I love you, Veronica.”
The pain was sharp and immediate, and Veronica’s nails bit into the corded
muscle of his back as Logan held still, hoping to give her enough time to
adjust before moving. After several tense moments, Veronica relaxed the
smallest degree and Logan whispered, “Are you okay?”
Slowly, Veronica nodded. “Just don’t let go, okay?”
His hips moved carefully, his movements achingly tender, and Veronica lifted
her legs to wrap around his waist, squeezing his hips as she tentatively thrust
back against him. It was not like in the movies, Veronica realized; soreness
radiated throughout her though pleasure was slowly overtaking it, and their
movements were awkward, but this also was the most treasured that Veronica had
ever felt.
Logan twisted his hips, moving into her at a different angle, and Veronica
gasped and froze as he grazed a spot inside her that made pleasure shoot
through her. With a smile, Logan did again, knowing that he had found her g-
spot, and this time Veronica moaned long and deep. By the third stroke, she was
panting, “Faster, Logan, please!”
Wetly covering her throat with kisses, Logan sped up his thrusts, pushing
powerfully inside her, and Veronica began to keep his rhythm, aching for the
return of his body into hers. As they strained, sweat beginning to gather on
their skin, Veronica felt herself teetering on the edge of her orgasm. When
Logan thrust hard against her while simultaneously brushing her clit with his
thumb, Veronica came with a cry. As her pleasure made her shake within his
arms, Veronica lifted her head to kiss his collarbone before shakily
confessing, “I’ve never loved anyone like I love you either.”
His orgasm hit him suddenly and Logan was lost. As he buried his face in her
throat, furiously trying to draw oxygen into his lungs, Logan tried to blink
back the tears that were starting to return. How could he have thought that
only one time with Veronica would be enough?
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Later, as Logan navigated the boat back into the marina, Veronica sat on the
deck, staring aimlessly out into the dark. When they were safely back into The
Sun Dancer’s slip, she turned to him, a single tear trailing down her cheek.
Before she could say a word, he assured her, “I know.”
“No,” she softly argued, getting to her feet, “I don’t think you do.”
Logan studied her for a long moment before agreeing, “Maybe I don’t.”
Veronica carefully stepped off of the boat, the night air chilling her to the
bone. As she turned to face him, she saw that the mask he had worn earlier that
night was in place. It was almost as if what he had said earlier was true; the
boat was an entirely different world.
“Have fun with Duncan and Lilly this weekend.”
Heart breaking, Veronica nodded.
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Lesson the Sixth: Always Watch for Flares
“You look totally hot in that bikini, Veronica,” Lilly informed her best friend
as they lied on the deck of the Kane yacht. “Duncan isn’t going to know what
hit him tonight.”
Veronica self-consciously tugged at the emerald green suit before shrugging. “I
don’t think I’m going to do it, Lil.”
Twisting her head around so fast that her sunglasses fell off of her head,
Lilly gasped, “What?!”
Avoiding her gaze, Veronica lied, “I just don’t think I’m ready, you know?
Duncan’s not pressuring me, so why should I force it?”
Rolling her eyes, Lilly sighed, “Veronica, you don’t know anything about guys.
If you don’t have sex with them, they’re not gonna stick around. Look, if there
is one thing I know, it’s men, and men only want to be around someone who knows
what they’re doing in bed and does it often. Take Logan for example.”
“Logan?” Veronica echoed, hoping her voice didn’t waver.
“Yeah, Logan is a total horndog. All the boy wants is sex. You can lead him
around like a puppy if you suck his dick well enough. Like, okay, he’s not that
great in bed and he’s always trying to be, like, ‘make love’ but he’s decent
enough at it. And he’s Logan Echolls so that’s a good name value.”
“Name value?”
Lilly looked at her in disbelief. “Oh, c’mon, Veronica! You’re telling me that
you’re not with Duncan cuz our dad’s a billionaire? Sure, you might like him,
but Daddy Warbucks certainly isn’t a hardship. It’s all about name recognition.
And if you want to keep the name brand, you’ve gotta put in the grunt work,
emphasis on grunt.” Replacing her sunglasses atop her nose, she added, “It’s
every girl’s burden to bear.”
“And that burden is…”
Lilly scoffed. “Sex, Veronica.”
“Sex is a burden?”
“You do what you gotta do.” Reaching for the suntan lotion, she added, “Hey, I
forgot to tell you the big news.”
Already uneasy with the conversation, Veronica prompted, “Hmm?”
“Logan came crawling back last night.”
Horror shot through her so fast that Veronica thought she might vomit.
“Really?”
“He was stinking drunk, of course, but he said that he was sorry, that he
wanted to make sure that things were the way they were supposed to be. I
forgave him, but gave him a guilt trip, so I figure that’s worth, at least, a
piece of jewelry. I invited him to come along but he was all weird about it.
Maybe he and the Donut had a fight.”
Closing her eyes so that Lilly couldn’t see the tears pooled there, she
squeaked out, “Maybe.”
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Veronica had never really been a big believer in revenge. Her father had always
taught her that justice was what was important; revenge was for people that
didn’t want what was right but what felt like the easiest route to hurt the
person who hurt them. Keith Mars believed in justice; Veronica was starting to
see the benefits of revenge.
Except as she lied in Duncan’s bed, Duncan slobbering on her neck, his hands
clumsily stumbling across the planes of her body, she didn’t feel vindicated.
She didn’t want to have sex with Duncan, didn’t want to give herself to him in
that way, but she wanted to hurt Logan. The pain that had seared her heart at
Lilly’s revelation that they had reunited after she had given him her virginity
was unlike anything she had ever felt. It didn’t matter that she had been the
one to insist that it was only one night, that she couldn’t leave Duncan; it
still hurt. She wanted Logan to feel that pain, to know what it was like to be
easily replaced, to not matter.
Yet as Duncan began to lower her underwear, Veronica began to panic. Thrashing
her lower body, she began to sputter, “I’m sorry, Duncan, please stop, I don’t
wanna…”
Duncan immediately pulled back, breathing hard. Brushing hair away from his
sweaty forehead, he panted, “Is something wrong?”
You’re not Logan. “I’m not ready, Duncan. I’m sorry.”
Confusion folded his face. “But…”
Drawing her shirt over her head, Veronica prompted, “But what?”
“Well, Lilly said that you wanted this, that you thought I was going too
slowly. She said you wanted this trip to be…the one where we did this.”
Veronica felt her stomach clench with anger. “Lilly told me that you wanted to
have sex on this trip.”
Realization finally dawning on him, Duncan scoffed. “Typical Lilly, right? She
was fucking with us.” Flopping onto his back, he declared, “I’ll talk to her,
tell her this wasn’t cool.”
Veronica nodded before brushing a kiss against his lips and slipping back down
the hall to her room, hatred for her best friend burning so brightly inside her
that she wasn’t sure she would ever forgive Lilly.
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No one knew that Veronica sobbed in her room that night, that she cursed the
lesson she had gotten. She might not have wanted to hurt Duncan, that was true;
but at the end of the day, when all was said and done, neither she nor Logan
could ever escape Lilly Kane. Until the day she died, Lilly Kane would be the
one who controlled the universe, who laid out the relationships and the way
things were supposed to be, and Veronica wanted to scream at her role in it
all.
After all, for as long as Veronica stayed with Duncan, Lilly would stay with
Logan, because Lilly knew Logan better than he knew himself, and she had known
about his feelings for Veronica long before he did. That was the lesson
Veronica should’ve learned: you can’t beat Lilly Kane.
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