ME: The Complete Series

by Logan Chance

  “Fuck yeah.” I need it, my own personal vice to take away the pain of the past two years.

  “Houston, Oh God,” she wails, her eyes squeezing tight.

  “That’s right, baby, come all over me.”

  The moment her tight little pussy clamps down around me, my own release shoots from me. I can’t control it. Can’t contain it any longer. Her orgasm causes my own to explode from me.

  She’s everything I’ve been searching for, but yet, will never pursue. This one fuck is all I need and tomorrow, I will treat her as if I never knew her.

  3

  So after reading that last scene, I feel like maybe it was in the book. Either way, you can see the scene before editing.

  Ok, this next sex scene, yeah I don’t even know what this next scene is. Just sex. And, it is very unedited I almost just deleted it from this book right now. But, enjoy.

  SEX SCENE #2

  So, what exactly wouldn’t you mind doing?” I love to fucking tease her, it gets us both excited.

  “I wouldn’t mind letting you touch me,” she whispers as her hands rest on my shoulders.

  “What else?” I ask, pushing her to say she wants to be fucked.

  “I wouldn’t mind letting you kiss me.”

  “Kiss you where?” I keep pushing.

  “My lips,” she says moving in slowly for a kiss.

  “Which lips Ms. Murphy?”

  “Both,” she says right before her lips land on mine.

  I squeeze her ass and pull her flush against me. I can’t seem to get enough of her. I lift her up and as she wraps her legs around me and her dress rides up. It’s so fucking hot and I literally can’t get into my bedroom fast enough. I need to have her naked and this time, she’s going to be riding my cock. I want to see those perfect tits bouncing while she experiences more pleasure than she’s ever gotten.

  I step into my room and close the door behind us. I put her down and gently kiss her lips, causing her to sigh. Grinning I pull back and yank my shirt off, before stepping out of my jeans. She is watching me with great fascination, biting her lip. I walk past her and go sit on the bed, leaning against my solid wood headboard. She starts to walk toward me and I shake my head. “No. Stay right there. I want you to undress for me,” I say rubbing my hard cock through my boxer briefs.

  She’s a bit shy in doing this, but that’s what I want this to be. I want us both to experience things we normally wouldn’t, make us forget the real world, the pain and the struggle and push our limits of pleasure.

  She slowly grabs the bottom of her dress and lifts it over her head, dropping it to the floor. Her tits that are covered in a black strapless bra and her black lace panties are all that are keeping me from seeing her perfect body. It is such a turn on seeing her stand there completely unsure of what to do.

  “Don’t stop now. Unsnap that bra and let me see those flawless tits,” I demand.

  She does exactly as I ask and when I see her tits, I have no choice but to free my cock from the confines of my boxers. I grip it tightly and watch her lick her lips. I grin and move to the end of the bed. Marley stalks my every move, so when I remove my boxers and sit on the edge of the bed holding my cock in my hands she swallows.

  4

  So, now that you see how badly I write ha ha.

  This next scene, when I first wrote the book I had wanted Marley to follow him to the gravesite. I wanted it to be something she would find out before he ever told her.

  I also felt I should move the gravesite to Chicago where he died. Marley couldn’t very well follow him there. So these next few scenes were cut.

  Also, I felt him in the middle of his living room floor with a teddy bear having a breakdown was a better way for her to find out.

  In these next two scenes, you will see him at the grave and then Marley seeing him there.

  Oh, also, in the rough draft this book was written in the fall. But, then I needed Marley to wear skirts, and well skirts in autumn in New York doesn’t really happen, or so I was told by my editor.

  Grave scene:

  The autumn leaves crumple under the harsh pounding of my footsteps, each one bringing me closer and closer to my destination.

  I hated my life. I hated my students. I hated everyone, but her. And, I need to understand why she is making me feel anything again.

  With my hand, I push the wrought iron gate and step through the grass. The cloudy sky sheds its sadness over me as I wander the cemetery on this frigid afternoon. My gloved hands are deep within the pockets of my leather jacket.

  Melancholy entrenches me. It consumes me because it knows it owns me. There is no happiness left for me anymore.

  I glance around, looking for the marble headstone I know is just a few feet away. When I see it, I drop to my knees.

  Fuck, I’m a failure.

  MARLEY

  I woke from a deep sleep, entrenched in the same dream which had invaded my slumber for the past few nights. It wasn’t a mystery I was falling for Houston. Hell, I can’t deny the way he stares straight through me while we make love.

  Yes, we agreed on a “friends with benefits” type ordeal, but for me I still felt something. There is a darkness there I can’t quite grasp onto. If he could only open up to me, maybe, just maybe I can help.

  But, I knew better than to push the beast.

  When I glance around, my eyes adjusting to the sunlight streaming through the windows, I notice I’m once again alone in bed.

  The past few nights Houston stayed here, and in the morning when I awoke he would be gone. Like a ghost in the night, running as far as he can away from my wanting arms.

  I kick the covers off, trudging into my kitchen to make some coffee before studying. The rich scent of the ground beans has me taking a deep breath to ward off my achy muscles.

  Having Houston over the past few nights has been great, but my body is sore. It’s a good sore, one that I want for a lifetime, although I will never say this to him.

  I can’t. How could I?

  He’s my professor. My teacher. Someone I shouldn’t even be interacting with let alone sleeping with. I pour a mug of black coffee and smile as I think about Houston’s dark eyes. The way they linger on me a second too long while in class. The way he kisses my cheek when he thinks I’m sleeping.

  I sigh as I take my coffee over to my desk. My anatomy textbook stares at me as a reminder of all the work I need to get done today. But, I don’t open it. I can’t.

  My mind wanders thinking of where Houston rushes off to every morning. It’s as if my apartment is on fire and he can’t get out quick enough, as if the suffocation from the heat is too much for him to handle.

  I usually pretend it doesn’t bother me. He never mentions where he goes, nor do I ask. It’s a void subject.

  My anatomy book holds my attention for a good hour before my mind wanders back to Houston. His tough exterior intrigues me, hoping there’s a teddy bear that lies just beneath the surface. Would he ever show me that part of his soul?

  Will I be the one who’s tough enough to break through the hard outer shell and see what is hidden for all the world.

  His hopes, dreams, and ambitions. They are there, I just know it. Sometimes when he holds me at night, I can feel his emotions emanating from deep within.

  I wish he’d open up.

  I wish he’d open up to me.

  Slamming my book shut, I take a deep breath when the realization hits me. I’m head over heels for this man.

  The city of New York is alive right outside my window, but I can’t hear it. My mind buzzes with the truth swimming there. Love? No. Not possible.

  I stare at my book, breathing heavily as my fingers twist in my lap. Nerves beat me up as I try to still my ever growing emotions toward the man who won’t let me in.

  Same thing happens the next morning, and by Monday morning I have a plan. I wake up before him, my clothes are laid out, I’m ready to follow him.

  He kisses me on the cheek as I pr
etend to dream. He’s out the door, and I jump up. I rush to get ready as I glance out the window. He turns left down the block, and I grab my tennis shoes as I lock the door behind me.

  I want to see where he goes every morning. The morning mist decorates the city streets as I turn the corner. My eyes scan the busy streets. Ah, New York, even in the early morning hours the streets are alive with energy.

  His dark hair peeks high above the other pedestrians rushing to their destinations as quickly as possible. My feet hit the pavement as my heart drums in my chest. A familiar beat, one associated with anxiety. One dealing with fear of the unknown. What if he’s married? No.

  My mind immediately shuts down that preposterous idea. Endless possibilities float through my mind.

  I turn another corner, my shoes sloshing along in the puddles of the concrete. My reflection shines back at me, but I rush along not caring how desperate I must look.

  Keep going. I must look crazy. Some stalker gone mad.

  He turns another corner and I follow. Where is he going?

  He pushes through an iron gate. A cemetery and my steps falter. Hanging back to remain hidden, I take baby steps, watching his every move.

  His steps are slow, the grass below his feet making way for him. It’s as if the cemetery knows him, watches him everyday. The reverence makes my breath catch. The serenity makes my eyes water.

  He drones on, slowly, ever so carefully. His hands fist at his sides. His head hangs low.

  And, my heart breaks.

  My eyes widen, watching everything. A light mist falls from the sky, threatening to open up into a downpour. Houston doesn’t seem phased. He trudges on, determination evident in each step.

  He drops to his knees at a headstone.

  The magnetism in his sadness edges me closer. Without meaning to, I draw nearer. My hands shake, my steps slow. I want to turn around, but my curiosity keeps me going.

  A name etched in marble becomes clear. Nathan Dale.

  I’m invading on his personal misery, and yet I can’t turn away. My steps become louder as Houston realizes someone is there with him.

  His shoulders bob, his head still hung low. My mind races.

  “Houston,” the words leave my lips in a whisper.

  His red-rimmed eyes turn on me. “Marley, what are you doing here? Go away.”

  I sit on the wet grass next to him, not caring about anything but him. Let him push me away, I won’t leave.

  “Who is he?” I tread lightly. Afraid he won’t tell me. Afraid he will.

  He takes a breath, his gorgeous face stone cold of any emotion except sadness. He releases the breath in a ragged cry.

  My heart cracks further.

  “Houston? Who was he?” I ask again. My eyes are focused on him and nothing else. I don’t watch the rain kiss the top of the tombstone. The trees sway, the leaves rustling in the breeze, yet my head does not turn.

  My heart stops as I wait for him to speak.

  “My son, Nathan Michael Dale.”

  Chills race down my spine, and tears fill my eyes. “I’m so sorry,” I say. I say nothing more. What more is there?

  He lost his son in this crazy world. This cold, cruel world. I don’t ask how, I don’t ask when although I see the date on the marble. Two years ago.

  “What for? You couldn’t save him. No one could.” He stands up, brushing the wet leaves from his dark pea-coat.

  His footsteps fade in the distance as he leaves me there in the cold. At the edge of his son’s grave.

  5

  Alright, we’ve made it to another sex scene. Again, these are so poorly not edited.

  Maybe I like writing sex a little too much ha.

  No, this scene was cut because it didn’t move the story forward.

  SEX SCENE:

  Now I am straddling him while he kisses me, no more like, fucks my mouth with his tongue. It makes me want these panties off and his cock fucking me.

  As if he can read my thoughts, he breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Let’s get rid of these,” he says and slides my panties off. He keeps his hold on me and moves us up the bed, before reaching over and grabbing a condom out of his nightstand. He hands it to me and grabs his once again, hard cock. “Put it on me.”

  I’ve never put a condom on anyone before, but I guess it just goes along with everything from tonight. I’ve never stripped for someone or given a blowjob like that, so why not keep pushing my limits. I tear the condom open and pull it out. Reaching down I put the condom on the tip of his cock and start to push down.

  “Woah, don’t push it down. Pinch the tip and roll it down,” he explains and I feel like such a damn inexperienced fool. I take a deep breath and do as he told me and smile inside when I get it on. He checks to make sure it is good, before grabbing tightly to my hips. “Sink down on me baby.”

  I position my wet pussy above him and slowly lower myself. I’ve never felt so completely full and he’s not even all the way in yet, but when he is, I take a second to adjust to the feeling. He starts rubbing his hands on my thighs and back to my ass. It feels so good that I just start moving and holy shit, it feels amazing. A loud moan escapes my lips and my eyes start to drift closed. He grabs ahold of my hips and starts to really move beneath me. “Oh God,” I moan out as I start moving faster.

  “Don’t hold back. I want you to ride me hard and fast. I want to watch those tits bounce,” he says.

  I start moving faster and when I hear him curse under his breath, it spurs me on. We are both moving with such force, I toss my head back and cry out in pleasure. The intense feeling he is causing me to feel is unlike anything. My body is begging for release, burning with the need. He reaches up and pinches my nipples and I scream, “Fuck.”

  “You look so fucking sexy riding my cock with your head tossed back. Tell me what you want, I need to hear it,” he says with a strain in his voice.

  “I need you to make me come Houston,” I moan out, feeling myself pushing closer and closer to the edge.

  “Fuck yes,” he growls.

  I feel body starting to tighten up and I know I am going to come soon. Houston pinches one nipple and smacks my ass and I can’t believe the way my body reacts. The most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced rips through me. “Houston, holy fuck,” I scream as he keeps pounding into me, making my orgasm go on and on.

  He squeezes my ass and let out a low moan, before finding his own release. “Oh fuck yes,” he growls out.

  I collapse on top of him and we lay like that for a few minutes, until we’ve both caught our breath. Lifting my head I rest my chin on his chest and see that he is watching me. He looks, dare I say, happy. I smile and move up pressing my lips to his. We share a slow, almost sweet kiss, before he pulls away.

  “I need to get rid of me. I’ll be right back,” he says and I climb off of him.

  6

  Ok, in the next scene is just another scene of him being a jerk to her. I didn’t want him to come off too jerkish, so I cut this scene. And, I felt like they spent so much time in the classroom.

  Marley

  The empty spot in my bed doesn’t surprise me when I wake up and stretch my sore body. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that Houston and I would have sex. Alright, maybe in my wildest dreams, but nothing I thought would actually happen. It was by far the most amazing sex I’d ever had. The way my body reacted to his touch, needy and greedy. The way he moved with such practice and knowledge, it was clear not only did he know what he was doing, but what he wanted. And damn it was fucking hot.

  After we had sex, my body was more relaxed than I could remember and I fell asleep. I don’t know how long Houston stayed for, but with school this morning, I’m not shocked to see him missing.

  School. I jolt up in a panic. “Oh fuck,” I whisper to myself. With everything that happened yesterday I didn’t get any of my assignments done for school. I look over at the time and realize that if I intend to make it to school on time, I need to come up wit
h an excuse for my incomplete work.

  After taking a quick shower and getting dressed, and spending a bit more time than normal on my hair and makeup, I decide the truth is the best. Well, not to the other professors, I’ll tell them I had a family emergency. With Houston, however, I know he’ll understand. Hell, he’s the reason I didn’t get anything done.

  With that thought, I look at myself in the mirror, happy with how I look and the smile on my face just makes it that much better.

  For the first time, I’m actually excited to get into Houston’s class.

  I rush into the classroom, hoping I’m the first one so I can tell Houston without other ears around why I didn’t get my assignment done. I smile when I see I. Houston’s back was is to me as he writes on the dry erase board. His muscles move beneath his dress shirt as he writes. It’s so damn sexy.

  “Good morning, Houston,” I say with a smile.

  He spins around, looking me up and down, before crossing his arms. Not really the reaction I expected. Between his tense body language and pissed off expression, it’s as if last night never happened.

  “I wasn’t able to get my assignment done last night, but I’ll have it to you first thing tomorrow.” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.

  “Don’t bother, it’s an F,” he grits out with so much venom in his voice it makes my stomach turn.

  “What? Obviously, you know why I didn’t get it done, Houston,” I state in disbelief, staring right into his eyes filled with fury.

  “Professor Dale, God damn it,” he bellows, his chest heaving with anger. “I don’t know why you didn’t do it Miss Murphy, and I honestly don’t give a shit. Take your seat,” he commands before looking down at the papers on his desk.

  Shock keeps me rooted to the spot. I’m not sure if I’m more hurt or pissed off at this point. He’s treating me like a two dollar hooker. Fuck that. I lean over his desk and I don’t even give a shit that people are coming into class at this point, my anger has won out. When I’m close enough so that he will be the only one to hear me I bite out, “You treating me like trash is fucked up, Professor Dale. You think you’re so much better than me, treating me like I’m beneath you, like I’m some stupid woman who doesn’t deserve anything more than a night of your time. The thing is, I’d rather have my heart broken, cry tears of loneliness and hurt, than be half the ugly, manipulative, angry prick that you are. You are going to end up old and alone with no one to feel sorry for you.”