by Dawn Doyle
Reaching back, I grabbed her pillow and placed it over my lap. Like I usually did to hide my reaction of being alone with Chase.
“Why do you so that? And don’t lie to me.” She said.
“It’s um… just something I do. You know that.” I replied. Repeating a conversation from over a month ago.
“Give.” She said, holding out her hand.
“What!” I said in horror, knowing she wanted to see for herself.
Before I could react, Chase grabbed the pillow and yanked it away from me.
“Chase!” I yelled.
Her eyes widened and there was no denying that she’d noticed the hard on that I’d been trying to hide.
*****
Chase
Oh my God! Every time? I thought to myself when I saw the huge bulge in the front of Logan’s jeans. He was hiding a hard on.
I smiled when I saw him blush.
I couldn’t believe that every time we’d been together, he’d had a boner. I wanted to laugh I felt so happy.
Of all the times I thought Logan was just being friendly, there he was wanting to get down and dirty with me.
We were both as clueless as the other!
Even though my pulse rate rivaled that of a rabbit, I felt braver than usual when I took the bottom edge of my vest and pulled it up over my head.
“What are you doing?” Logan whispered as I sat there in my jeans and white Lacy bra.
“This is what you saw.” I said, glancing down at my bad girls. “When you tried to scare me.”
I couldn’t help but smile, biting my lip to stop my grin as I watched the recognition fall across his face.
“I told you that?”
I nodded, watching Logan become more uncomfortable as he tried not to look at my exposed body.
I moved closer to him and to my surprise; he didn’t move.
“You told me a lot of things, Logan.” I whispered.
I saw something change in his eyes. A flicker of awareness and also, the quick rate that his pupils were dilating. It wasn’t dark in my room, and it hadn’t been all that dark in the hallway that time either. He’d been turned on even then.
“Tell me.” He said, his voice low and gravelly.
I took a sharp breath at the arousing tone, feeling my nipples harden against the fabric of my bra.
“No.” I whispered in reply.
“I can make you.” He said in the same tone, edging towards me.
“You could try.” I teased.
Logan tilted his head as he leaned closer to me. I stayed completely still as he finally gave me what I’d been waiting for.
Time stood still as his soft lips pressed against my own.
I felt his hand in my hair, cupping my head, holding me to him. His lips parted, and he ran his hot tongue along my lower lip, causing me to open my mouth, giving him access.
I lifted my hand to his hair, gently gripping the soft strands with my fingers.
What should have felt awkward, two friends kissing, felt perfect and so natural. I’d longed for, wished for, Logan to kiss me… even just one time to see how it felt, and now we were tasting each other. Our tongues stroking each other as our lips sucked and caressed.
His other hand moved to grip my waist and goosebumps broke out over my body at the touch of his hand against my skin.
I felt Logan’s weight shift towards me, feeling him guiding me back. Lying me down, Logan’s weight was above me. I parted my legs, allowing him to lie between my thighs, feeling his body on top of mine.
The heat, through his T-shirt, scorched my naked skin but only making me want it more. I felt the hardness in his pants press against me, and I gasped when a burst of fire spread through my core.
I wanted him badly. I needed him.
I didn’t care that we were only eighteen. Many people our age had a hell of a lot of experience, and neither Logan, or I, had any.
Logan’s mouth left mine, and moved to my neck. Kissing a path from my ear to my collar bone.
“Oh my God!” I cried out when his other hand stroked down my waist, then further to grip my ass.
“Fuck!” Logan panted, taking deep breaths, seemingly to control himself.
I felt his lips on me again, planting featherlight kisses back up to my mouth, our tongues finding each other again.
I released one hand from his hair, and stroking down the front of his chest, down over his rock hard abs and reaching up his back.
I hooked a leg higher, my calf wrapping around the back of Logan’s thigh, holding him tight.
“Chase! We’re home!” My Dad shouted from downstairs.
I heard my Dad’s footsteps coming up, and we broke apart like we were on fire.
Well, certain parts of me were on fire, but I didn’t want my Dad to catch us burning up.
“Shit!” we said at the same time.
As quickly as I could, I put on my vest. Picking up the pillow, I threw it to Logan and snatched up my book just in time for my Dad to knock on my door.
“Come in.” I said.
My Dad walked in, instantly turning his attention to Logan.
“Logan, hi!” He smiled. “You’re friends again.”
“Yes Dad.” I said impatiently. “We need to study though.” I held up my book as if that was going to make him believe me.
“Ok, baby. We’ll be right downstairs.” He said, looking pointedly to Logan.
We both let out an audible sigh of relief when my Dad left.
Making sure he or my Mom couldn’t just walk in, I got up and locked the door.
“We’re not friends, Chase.” Logan said, suddenly behind me making me jump.
“What?” I asked, turning with my back to the door.
Logan took a step, causing me to press my back against the cold wood.
I looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes that were trained on my face intently. He licked his lips as he looked at mine. Raising his hand, he stroked the back of his fingers down my cheek, like he’d done at school.
“You’re mine, Chase. You always were; you just didn’t know it.”
My knees turned to jelly as I let out a shaky breath. His hands stroking down my arms.
“Everybody knew it. That’s why nobody asked you out.”
“Logan…” I began to say, when he took both of my hands, pulling them up to hold to his chest.
“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, Chase.” He whispered, taking my breath away. “I even begged a teacher to pair me with you, just so I could be near you.”
My heart jumped at his admission. No wonder he didn’t react in Freshman History. He knew what was going to happen!
“I got drunk last night because I knew somebody would call you. I knew you wouldn’t let me drive.”
“You did that just to get me to come to you?” I asked. My heart pounding in my ears.
“A guy has to do whatever it takes to get his girl.” He said, pressing into me; our chests together.
“I didn’t know whether you felt the same. I suspected sometimes, but I wasn’t sure. I didn’t say anything because I wasn’t going to risk it. Losing you hurt so much.”
Logan ran his nose through my hair, then down my cheek towards my ear, whispering my name. A shiver ran down my spine when he got to my ear, his hot breath against me.
“I love you, Chase.” He whispered.
“I love you too.” I squeaked, hot tears running down my cheeks as it finally sank in that Logan had told me the truth.
His lips crashed to mine, and I found my arms being pulled above my head. Releasing my hands, Logan ran his hands down my arms, to my sides, then to the hem of my vest. Pulling it up, and off of me he threw it to the floor, his mouth finding mine again, kissing me long and hard, his teeth nipping my bottom lip. Sucking into his mouth, releasing and then kissing me again.
God, it was so hot I could barely stand up.
Logan's hands gripped my waist, his palms turning flat against my stomach, my arms still abov
e my head.
His hands moved up, slowly, over my stomach, my ribs, until I felt his fingertips at the bottom of my breasts.
A moan escaped my lips when his hands turned slightly, still moving up, until he was cupping my breasts in his hands.
Logan growled, pressing harder into me; his fingers kneading me, thumbs brushing my hardened peaks.
I couldn’t take anymore.
I lowered my hands and wrapped my fingers in his hair, holding his mouth to mine. Sucking on his lips and his tongue as he darted his into my mouth.
“God, Chase. You’re so damn sexy.” He whispered against my lips as we both panted out of breath.
He still had my breasts in his hands, gently squeezing, and I arched into him. Letting him know I was ready for whatever he wanted from me.
“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted you like this.”
“I can imagine.” I replied, gripping the bottom of his T-shirt. I’d wanted him exactly the same way.
I pulled up, he had to let go of me, and I removed his T-shirt.
“Oh dear God!” I gasped, seeing for the first time, Logan’s naked torso in all its athletic, muscular, rock hard glory.
His pecks were square, but rounded in the bulk of the muscle. His abs, oh yes his abs, were in the very same condition as I’d seen them last. His V-line…
I licked my lips as my eyes raked over his body.
“I’m all yours, Chase. Just you.”
“I’m a lucky girl.” I said, running my hands from his chest to his abs.
“I love you.” He said, lifting my chin to look him in the eyes. As if he were making sure I believed him.
“I love you too. So much.”
Logan kissed me deeply, and I was a little surprised when his hands caressed down my hips to my thighs. Quickly gripping and lifting me up of the floor, pulling my legs around his waist.
With my back against the door, his hard on pressed into me and my breathing quickened.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and his hands gripped my legs.
Turning, he took the couple of steps to my bed, and lay me down, coming with me to settle between my thighs once more.
It took no time for him to cup my breasts again, his mouth leaving mine to kiss down my neck. I felt shivers as his head lowered past my collar bone. The warmth flowing through me felt wonderful, and it increased further as his lips brushed against the swells of my breasts. I gasped when Logan’s hot tongue lightly licked the channel between them, my back arching as the waves of arousal were becoming painful; closely becoming unbearable.
Logan’s hands ran up over my breasts, to my shoulders, and his fingers hooked into my bra straps. Pulling them down over my shoulders.
I lifted slightly, allowing myself to reach behind me to unhook it.
I never felt so sure of anything in my life, but wherever we were going, I was ready.
Logan continued to pull on my straps, working them over my arms, until my bra came free.
He froze as his gaze fixed on my naked breasts.
“Are you ok?” I asked, worried that he was having second thoughts.
“Yeah, I…um… Just… wow” He whispered, still staring.
He lifted his hands, placing them on my breasts, lifting and kneading, dropping his head to kiss them.
“Oh!” I cried out when I felt his mouth close around my nipple, his thumb stroking the other.
I ran my fingers through his hair, caressing down his back.
Once I reached his waist band, I went further until I was gripping his tight rear.
His magnificent ass that I’d watched as he ran around the field; now in my hands.
As Logan’s hands caressed and stroked me, I didn’t flinch when I felt his fingers at my belt.
Undoing it, he pulled it free, dropping it on the floor.
My heart raced, suddenly nervous, yet excited when Logan popped the button on my jeans, easing down my zipper.
“Chase?” He whispered, bringing his mouth back to mine. His lips pink from kissing me and sucking on my flesh.
“Yeah?” I panted, completely turned on and in agony.
“Are you ok?” He asked. I could hear the concern in his voice.
“God yes!” I whisper shouted, squeezing my thighs against his, lifting my legs higher to pull him closer.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop.” He said, brushing my hair from my face.
“I don’t want you to stop.” I assured him. Lifting my head to capture his lips.
I moaned when his fingertips pushed into the sides of my jeans, pushing them down my thighs. Shifting his position, Logan took hold of the fabric on my legs, and pulled them off. Leaving me there in just my panties that were now damp with my desire for him.
His weight over me again, Logan took my mouth, stroking over my breasts, and down. My skin trembled when his fingertips, this time, pushed inside my panties, then between my legs. I could feel my pulse there, raging with fire.
My breathing stopped when I felt him touch my nub. My body jerking with the sensation.
Logan stroked his fingers up and down, the sensation quickly turning to a pleasurable one. He stroked further down, feeling him at my center. I felt his finger push inside me, just a little, then back out.
I liked it.
He did it again, but deeper. Again and again, until I was taking the length of his finger inside me.
I couldn’t help the rocking of my body as his finger explored me, the pressure building up from inside as he stroked me, and rubbed against my hard nub.
“Logan.” I said, breathlessly. “Oh God. Don’t stop.”
I gripped his shoulders, my thighs tightening, and my body tensing as I felt a fire gather in my core.
“Chase.” He said against my mouth. “I want to feel it.”
That was the last thing I heard when I felt the explosion from within myself. Sparks flying, my eyes rolled back and my muscles tensed as Logan pleasured me with his hand.
I clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans.
Breathing heavily, I looked up to see Logan watching me, his eyes sparkling as he smiled.
His warm lips pressed against mine, my panties finding their way down my legs; Logan shifted.
Opening my eyes, I stopped his hands as they reached for his jeans.
I saw the confusion quickly turn to understanding when I popped the button and pulled down his zipper. Logan kissed me as I worked his jeans and boxers over his hips, him shucking them off the rest of the way.
Our mouths didn’t break as I lay back. Logan between my legs, the hardness of him pressing against me.
I placed my hands either side of his head, my fingers cupping him, breaking our kiss to gaze into his eyes.
He instantly knew what I wanted.
Feeling his tip against my entrance, he slowly pushed forwards into me, keeping his eyes on mine as we gave each other our virginity.
The pinch I felt was painful, but bearable, and I know it showed on my face because Logan stopped moving.
I nodded, pressing into him with my heels, urging him to continue.
He did. Keeping steady until he filled me.
“Are you ok, babe?” He asked.
Babe. I liked that. I was his babe.
“Yeah.”
Logan began to move. Pulling out a little, pushing back in.
He kept the slow pace, increasing the moves as he went.
The uncomfortable feeling slowly went away and I felt the sensations I had before, from his fingers. Only… stronger. More intense.
I reached down with one hand, gripping Logan’s ass, and one hand in his hair whilst he buried his face into my neck as he made love to me.
*****
Logan
I rocked my hips back and forth, our pelvis’ meeting every time.
Making love to my girl -my Chase- was the best feeling in the world. I had no idea that this would be so good. Chase’s body was fucking perfection, and I held it i
n my hands. Stroking, caressing, loving…
Feeling her tighten around my finger was amazing, but now, being inside her like I was supposed to, it couldn’t get any better than that.
I could hear Chase’s breathing increase. Her whimpers and moans of pleasure as I pushed in and out, trying to control myself to make it good for her by lasting as long as I could.
I held my breath as my balls tightened, and I knew I was a couple of seconds away from coming. I couldn’t hold on much longer.
“Logan!” Chase squeaked, her eyelids fluttering, like before, and I knew she was having the same trouble as I was.
“I… I can’t hold on… Oh God!”
Her head fell back, her eyes clamping shut. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down as she tried not to cry out.
I felt her tighten around my dick, and I exploded.
Every part of me tensed, and I felt myself release inside her as the orgasm shook my body.
Chase’s legs clamped around me, her fingers digging into my back as she came.
I pressed my face into her neck, kissing her and sucking her skin, pumping inside her until I was empty.
I slowed, trying to catch my breath, until I stopped. Lifting my head, I looked into Chase’s beautiful eyes, and she smiled back at me.
I kissed her gently as I pulled out, trying not to hurt her.
I rested back down on her, keeping my weight on my arms as I stroked her hair back. Chase reached up to stroke along my jaw.
