by Jamie Knight
"I think, in a way, grandpa dying set me free," Logan said, breaking me from my reverie.
“That’s good,” I told him. “I was just wondering whether that might have been the case.”
Along with wondering about some other things…
I was no longer in any mood to rehash the past, so, that was a good thing.
“I’m glad you understand,” Logan said.
"I do. But, hey, we came here for a good time, right?" I asked, by then horny as hell.
"Right," he agreed.
"So, no more talking about how our lives peaked in high school, okay?”
"Agreed," he said with a smile, "so, a fun time, hey?"
"Right."
"Your place or mine?" he asked.
"Yours. I want to see how the rich live," I said.
"Serious?" he asked, seeming genuinely surprised.
"What? You don't think I’d really do it this time?"
"Let's just see what happens, okay?" he asked.
Let’s just see, indeed.
Chapter Ten
Kora
We took the bottle of ice wine to go. As luck would have it, Logan's limo was waiting for us at the curb outside.
"M'lady," he said, opening the back door for me.
He waited until I had scooted across the real leather seat to the opposite door. He was right. The seat was rather slippery. When I was securely in the seat, Logan got in, closing high the door behind him.
"Home, Timothy," Logan said to the driver.
The car started up and moved out carefully onto the street. There wasn't much traffic at that time of night so, despite the length, it was fairly easy to go out onto the road and out into the night.
Once we were on our way, Logan reached down near my legs. I thought he was going for me and was just about to spread my legs, making it easy for him, when he reached around me and opened a cupboard I hand't seen before.
He took out two crystal wine glasses. Handing me one, he pulled the cork out of the bottle and poured us both a glass. I had only had one glass at the restaurant and was far from drunk.
The alcohol would help get rid of my qualms and let me do what I really wanted to do but I also wanted to keep my wits about me. I was planning to finally lose my virginity and I really wanted to remember it.
Logan's house was way out in the sticks. I didn't just mean the suburbs. There was actual forest. Trees looming ominously in the dark.
I could have sworn I saw an owl in one of them. The full moon shone in through the open moon roof, lighting us almost as much as the interior lights. Had it been a movie, that would have been the point where Logan revealed himself to being either a werewolf or Batman. I certainly knew which one I would have preferred as well as which seemed more likely.
The limo pulled up to the bottom of the looming marble steps. Logan got out first and came around to the other side to open my door for me, offering his hand.
Helping me out of the limo, Logan closed the door and led me toward the house as the driver closed the other door before driving away and around the rear. I looked up at the steps as we approached, doubting my ability to scale them in heels.
Walking in a straight line was one thing but I couldn't quite see doing a Rocky Balboa. Logan waited patiently as I paused to slip off my shoes, carrying one in each hand. When I was ready, he led the way up the steps, the ancient marble cold and smooth under my bare feet.
The house didn't have a lock in the traditional sense. Logan didn't take out a huge metal ring of keys with only two teeth on the end, as the door suggested. Instead, he took out his wallet and swiped a keycard through a reader built into the wall beside the door.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to a small lens, just above the card reader.
"Retinal scanner," Logan said casually, as the reader let out a melodic chime and the door unlocked, opening before us.
"Of course you have a back-up retinal scanner built into the state-of-the-art security system at your centuries old stately home in the woods. How silly of me."
"Fair comment," he said, with a shrug.
I really hadn't been prepared for what I found inside the house, the exterior really giving little indication of the splendor the lay within.
"Did you buy all this?" I asked, wondering at the artifacts of history that surrounded me.
"Hell no. Grandpa did. He felt really self-conscious about new money, so he bought all of this, including the house, to try and give him a air of old world respectability."
"Oh," I said, that really not being the answer I had expected.
I thought his parents’ house when we were in high school was big. I had spent most of my life in apartments, so I guess it made sense. But this makes that house, the one with the Olympic sized swilling pool, look like a shack by comparison.
I was suddenly really glad to have Logan there to get me through it. Otherwise I would have definitely gotten lost, probably never to be heard from again. Just another ghost in the shadows and whisper in the night.
After what honestly felt like hours, or at least an hour at any rate, we finally ended up in the living room. Or I guess what would have been called the parlor back when the house was built.
It, like everything else, was absolutely massive. It looked like everything I had been taught to expect about a mansion. Vaulted ceiling, bookcases so high you needed a ladder to get to the top shelf, a roaring fire.
The sight of the bookshelves set my mind running again. I couldn't help but imagine claiming up it in my dress, looking for a book Logan thought I would like, only to have him hike up my dress from behind and bury his face in my aching little cunt, licking me to a huge orgasm as I clung to the rungs of the ladder so I wouldn't fall.
"Sit anywhere," Logan said, going over to the sound system, it being much more than a simple stereo in every possible way.
I was just about to say "how about on your face?" but stopped myself in the nick of time, my cheeks growing warm with the naughtiness of the thought. That was part of the reason I didn't like Logan as much as I also loved him. Just being around him turned me into a total nympho!
Pulling myself together, I went over and sat in the leather lounge chair across from the couch, keeping my legs pressed tight before carefully crossing them, afraid he might find out I had gone commando. Not that the idea didn't give give me a little thrill. I had considered sitting down right next to him on the couch. Hell, I had wanted to but resisted, not sure how long it would have been before I jumped him if I got that close.
Better to keep a physical distance. Particularly since I was failing to keep an emotional one. The positive emotions matching the negative ones were just enough to make it dangerous, probably for both of us.
Logan had always been difficult to read and I really didn't know what he wanted.
Had this all been a ruse so he could get me here and fuck me?
Or was he really as cool as he seemed, wanting to see where things went?
I really didn't know which one was better, the first fulfilling my immediate physical need, which was getting more desperate by the minute, the other showing some real growth on his part. Maybe he really wasn't the guy he was in high school. Maybe he really had grown up.
I decided that the question as to whether this was a booty call or an honest invitation to talk would be answered by the music he put on. Music selection could really tell you a lot about a person and their intentions.
Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" and he really did want to fuck me like an animal.
Some soft classical music and he wanted to drink and chat.
Hozier's "Take Me to Church" and he was likely as conflicted as I was.
The Cure's "Love Song" or even "Just Like Heaven" and I would have to reassess the last seven or so years of my life.
Like so many things in life, it really wasn't that simple. What came out of the speakers was some quite elaborate and surprisingly melodic guitar tones, devoid of either vocals or drums but with this
heavy gain and distortion associated with Black Metal from Noway. We could talk with it on. It didn't get in the way, but it would also be a pretty good soundtrack for an epic fuck session.
Logan went over to the minibar, leaving me to ponder the implications of his eccentric musical choice. It was completely unexpected; I’ll give him that.
We had long finished want we wanted of the ice wine, Logan gifting the rest of the bottle to the driver, who seemed quite happy to accept it. That didn't stop Logan from getting out a bottle of very expensive looking red, however.
I didn't really know wines that well. All the French names and types and regions. Where I grew up, there were only two types, red and white, both of them dreadfully sinful and completely off limits.
The first thing I did when I went away to college, of course, was to by a bottle of wine. I really had no idea what I was doing but had heard the red was better, so I got the least expensive bottle of red in the store. My tastes had refined since that first stumbling, rebellion-fuelled experiment but I still hadn’t really gotten around to learning all the nuances of the thing.
The cork came out of the bottle with a satisfying pop. That was one of my favorite things about drinking wine, other than the drinking itself, of course. Taking out two more crystal wine glasses which seemed to have been stockpiled just in case, Logan poured out a bit each and headed back to the couch, handing me one of the glasses on the way.
I sipped the wine carefully, not wanting to get drunk. He was a bit more liberal with his intake, still not seeming to be affected much by it.
"Would you like something to eat?" he asked.
"All I really want is to fuck your brains out," I blurted, surprising myself with my forwardness.
I didn't usually talk like that, particularly about sex, but I had said it and there was no way to take it back.
"Oh?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow in surprise.
"Y-you don't seem to think I really want to do it. I want to prove you wrong."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Fuck yes!" I nearly screamed, all the pent-up frustration and horniness coming out at once.
Seemingly unphased, Logan put down his wine glass and stoop up. His hard-on was then apparent in his pants. Without a word he came over to me and scooped me up into his arms as though I weighed nothing.
I instinctively put my arms around his neck and he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. The room was as big as the rest of the house and similarly decorated. The bed sat in the middle of the room and was a massive, four-poster deal, the king-sized mattress set into an intricately carved wooden bed frame.
Logan lay me out on the bed and kissed me on the lips. I returned his kissed for a while but then just couldn't take it anymore and basically jammed my tongue into his mouth. Logan took the hint and gave me his tongue as well.
I settled down a bit and we made out that way for a while, like we had when we were in high school. Logan put his hand on my thigh. I gasped but willed myself not to pull away. I wanted this for sure this time and wanted him to know it.
I opened my legs to make myself absolutely clear. Getting the message loud and clear, Logan slid his hand sensuously up my thigh lightly caressing my soft skin, which had grown more sensitive with arousal. Finally, he got to my pussy and I could have cried with joy.
Softly he massaged my pussy lips while continuing to kiss me the way I liked. When I was ready, he slipped a finger deep inside me. I gasped and jerked, unable to keep control, the shock of him finally touching me being too much.
"Are you okay?" he asked, breaking the kiss.
I nodded quickly, unable to speak. Logan kept going, moving his finger inside me. I closed my eyes and moaned again, loud this time, my pelvis raising slightly off the bed. He stopped again. I almost cried, this time in tragedy.
"A-are you still a virgin?" he asked.
I nodded again, tears actually coming to my eyes. It had been so long and I wanted it so much. I really didn't want him to stop.
"Oh," he said, not sounding like he wanted to stop at all. "I'll be really gentle."
"You don't have to. I mean, it's really not a big deal. I just really need to fuck. You can do whatever you want to me."
I probably didn't need to add that last part, but I really wanted him to know that I, for one, wasn't teasing. I really wanted it and wanted it right then.
He kissed me deeply, letting me know he felt the same way and pushed two fingers inside my tight, virgin pussy. I would have screamed if my mouth weren't otherwise occupied. In pleasure, not pain, his fingers filling my little pussy and brushing against my clit, feeling better than I ever could have imagined.
I had fingered myself, of course, but it had never felt anything like this. I started moving my hips to his rhythm, letting him know how much I liked it. After a while he started to go faster and move his fingers in a sort of come here motion, hitting me right in the G-spot, the lower part of his fingers still working my clit.
I was in awe of his coordination. I peeled out of my dressed as he worked me, leaving me naked and vulnerable, quickly going back into the kiss.
He worked me like that, keeping my tongue good and busy as well, until I was hit with a massive orgasm, nearly making me squirt on to his high thread-count sheet. He kept making out with me, tenderly stoking the outside of my pussy as I came down.
He took his tongue out my mouth again and kissed me on the lips. I kissed back, putting both of my hands on the back of his head, wanting him to stay right there. He didn't, of course, moving down to my cheek and then mu neck and down towards my chest.
After giving my tits some tender love with his warm hands and lovely tongue, he moved down to my belly, mixing in light licks with his soft kisses, always keeping his hand on my pussy. Not working it, not really, just sort of cupping it, letting me know he was still there. Not that I needed any reminding as he swirled his soft tongue around my navel, dipping it in on occasion.
I really had no idea bellies could be so sensitive. At least not in a sexual way, but he was raising similar sensations to those he had showing love to my tits.
Eventually he left my belly, running his tongue all the way down to my pelvis to the point I could actually feel his warm breath on my pussy. I trembled quietly, knowing what was coming next.
Sure enough, after a moment’s pause, Logan ran his tongue down the length of my pussy lips from bottom to top, making me shudder with both pleasure and desire. He did this a few more times, getting me good and ready.
Then he gently parted my pussy lips with his hands and did the same thing to the opening, taking care to also lick my clit. After he had done that a few times, he paused with gusto, licking me hard in a circular motion, getting my pussy lips and clit at once in one move.
I jerked a bit, surprised by the sudden sensation and put my hands on the back of his head. Taking this as the encouragement it was meant to be, he started going faster, making me moan loudly. Louder than I ever had by myself.
To add further to my pleasure, something I wouldn’t have thought possible had it not happened that way, he put his finger back in me again and started working the inside of my pussy, particularly my G-spot, as he licked my lips and clit. I thought I might pass out from sheer joy, the feeling more intense than any I had experienced before.
That time I actually did squirt. My entire body was shaking like a low-level earthquake as I moaned hymns to the heavens, pushing my pussy against his mouth and finger to get more of the wonderful sensation. I slammed back down onto the bed, panting and flushed, feeling the warmth glowing from my cheeks down to my pussy.
Logan carefully pulled his finger out and raised his head, kissing me on the lips. I wanted his tongue and he gladly obliged. I reached out with my hand and touched the bulge of his cock through his pants.
He moved closer and waited patiently as I sat up and undid his belt and the top button on his pants. I took a breath and slowly pulled down his fly. I was really about to see his cock in a
ll its glory once again.
I had imagined it so many times, remembering what I had seen at the pool partly before he had stopped me, honestly so caught up in the moment I hadn’t really taken notice. I mostly just remembered him telling me to stop and then basically throwing me out. I sort of remembered the taste, kind of sweet with a bit of saltiness, but that was about all.
I reached into the opening of Logan’s fancy looking boxer shorts and pulled his cock out inch by inch. It took a while but there it was, huge and hard before me. Waiting for the touch of my hand, the warmth of my mouth, the tightness of my little virgin pussy.
I felt strangely honored in a way to be able to give that to him. Despite what had happened in the past. I looked up at him. He smiled down at me and gently stroked my cheek. I closed my eyes, savouring his touch.
He showed no signs of making me stop and I sure as hell wasn’t going to. I looked back at his cock and carefully took it in my hand. He let out a sigh that sounded like contentment mixed with relief and closed his eyes as I started to stroke him, first with one hand and then the other, both fitting easily onto his shaft and leaving room to spare.
I stroked gently at first, unsure how hard I should do it. Gradually, I started going faster and harder until I was pumping his cock as hard as I could, Logan still showing no real signs of distress. Just pleasure.
Keeping one hand stroking him down near the base of his cock, I finally did what I had been wanting to do for so very long and took his cock into my mouth. Not much, particularly considering the sheer size of it, but enough so that it completely filled my mouth with his delicious warmth.
It really was quite comforting, having his cock in my mouth. Like it was supposed to be there.
After a few moments of just feeling him inside my mouth, I slowly began to suck, barely moving my head at first, afraid of possibly gagging. As though sensing my uncertainty, Logan put a hand gently on my head and guided me up and down his shaft the way he liked until I had gotten the hang of it.
Soon enough, I was sucking him hard, taking in as much as I could, cupping his balls in my other hand still awkwardly trying to stroke him.