When Logan suggested we celebrate, I didn’t hesitate. We drove to the lake, the evening sky painted in hues of pink and orange. Logan spread out a blanket near the water, and we sat together, watching the stars come out one by one.
“This is nice,” I said softly.
“Yeah,” he agreed, leaning back on his elbows.
We sat in comfortable silence for a while. I fiddled with a blade of grass, trying to keep my tone light. “Logan, don’t… kiss me at school, okay? Or in the parking lot. I don’t want everyone to know…”
He gave me a quizzical look. “Know what?”
I hesitated, my cheeks warming. “I mean, to think that we have something… we… don’t actually have.”
Logan’s grin creeps back in a slow, teasing arc. “And what is that that we don’t have?”
I couldn’t hold my stupid smile. My face instantly burned, my heart racing. I looked back up at the sky to be away from his unbearably hot gaze. “You’re impossible.”
Logan’s laugh rang out, easy and warm. “Relax, Emma. I’m kidding. No kissing at school. Got it ma’am.”
I sighed, a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment. “Thank you.”
He smirked, the kind of smirk that made my knees weak and my panties soak through in seconds.
His breath was hot against my ear as he leaned in closer. “But we’re not at school now, right?”
Before I could even stutter out a reply, his lips were on my neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I gasped, my head tilting back as his tongue dragged a wet trail up to my earlobe. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin there, and I couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from my lips. His hands were already under my shirt, warm and rough, kneading my tits like he owned them. His thumbs flicked over my nipples, and I arched into him, desperate for more.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking responsive,” he muttered, his breath hitching as he pulled my shirt up and over my head. His mouth crashed onto mine, hard and hungry, like he’d been starving for me. His tongue plunged between my lips, claiming every inch of my mouth as his hands slid down to my hips. He yanked me onto his lap, and I could feel the thick bulge pressing against me, already hard and straining against his jeans.
“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” he growled, his voice thick with need
Once his shirt was off, I traced the lines of his muscles, my fingers exploring the contours of his chest. He groaned, his hands moving to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed against my nipples, making them harden under his touch. He pulled down the straps of my dress, his mouth replacing his hands. His tongue teased my nipples, making me gasp and arch into him.
"Fuck, Logan," I moaned, my hands moving to his hair. He chuckled, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through me. He moved lower, his lips leaving a trail of fire down my stomach. He pushed my dress up, his fingers hooking into my panties and pulling them down.
He spread my legs, his eyes never leaving mine as he lowered his head. His tongue flicked against my clit, making me cry out. He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through me. He licked and sucked, his tongue exploring every inch of me. I could feel the pressure building, my body tensing as I neared the edge.
"Logan, I'm gonna..." I gasped, my hands gripping his hair. He hummed against me, the vibrations sending me over the edge. I cried out, my body shuddering as the orgasm washed over me. He licked me through it, his tongue slowing as my body relaxed.
***
The more time I spent with Logan, the harder it became to keep our…I would say, “situationship” a secret. People noticed the way we looked at each other, the stolen moments between classes, the way he walked me to my locker like it was second nature.
Vanessa, however, wasn’t done. Right after her suspension, she tried one last desperate play to regain control, spreading rumors about my past—about how I wasn’t “worthy” of someone like Logan. She brought up things from middle school, stupid, embarrassing stories she twisted to make me look pathetic.
“Why don’t you just stop?” I said her once in the middle of the hallway.
The crowd turned, their eyes darting between us. “Oh, Emma,” Vanessa’s tone dripping with mock sympathy. “Just because Logan feels sorry for you doesn’t mean—”
“He doesn’t feel sorry for me,” I interrupted, stepping closer. “He’s my friend because he wants to be. And maybe that bothers you because no one wants to be yours unless you trick them into it.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd, and Vanessa’s face turned scarlet. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. For the first time, she was speechless.
“You think your knight in shining armor will keep saving you? You’re just one of his toys, Emma. Remember that!” she yelled, but her voice was quivering.
I didn’t stick around to see her crumble. I walked away, my heart pounding, but I felt stronger than I ever had before. And that’s when I realized Logan didn’t attend our class the whole day.
When I got home, my parents were out. I looked at my phone and still no text from Logan. I was starting to worry when I heard the doorbell rang.
I was so relieved to see it was Logan.
“Hey why didn’t you–”
Thank God my parents were out, because Logan didn’t say anything when I opened the door, didn’t even let me finish—he just kissed me, his hands cupping my face like I was something precious.
“I want you, Emma. Right now.”