Smut Stories

Chapter 3

Megan's POV

I knocked on Logan's door 8:00 pm sharp. I decided to where some panty hose and boots with my outfit. He opened the door and invited in. I could smell the cologne on him. He must have thought about what he wanted to wear around me.

"Nice place you have here. For a dorm room that is." I said shakily. That was stupid.

"I guess." He said, staring at me deeply before turning away to his TV. "Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Sure, but I'm picking." I found a comedy with Adam Sandler in it to watch. He always made me laugh. I put the disc into the DVD player and sat on Logan's couch with him. It was about 20 minutes into the movie when we began joking around with each other. We had opened a bottle of wine that he had and were messing around, spilling some occasionally.

"You know, your laugh sounds like a Chihuahua on drugs that is dying," he said playfully. I laughed and he immediately.pointed at me and yelled "SEE!!"

"Well you could shape up yourself," I said rolling my eyes an  putting my glass on the side table next to the couch. "Always being obnoxious." I was laughing so hard I lost strength in my body to keep myself up and ended up being cradled in Logan's chest. He was warm, and I wanted to stay like that for a while. He put his glass down and held me. It was a great feeling. I first got a sense of sex drive from him, but now I see he is just a big sweetheart. But you can tell its on his mind. We sat in silence for a little bit before he positioned me on his lap so I was facing him.

"Megan," he said. "I have had a crush on you for a while now, and I'm glad that we are.finally in a relationship together. I love you and I always will. Don't be shy around me anymore." He could tell my shyness?

"Ok, I promise I won't," I said with seductive eyes. Even though I made it seem like I was a slut some of the time, I have never had sex before, but that is going to change soon, I can tell. I tilted my head to the side a little and leaned in to gently kiss him. I pulled away to see his reaction, but his pulled me close to him and kissed back. It felt good to have our lips move together perfectly. He licked my bottom lip, begging for an entrance, which I granted as our tongues danced in perfect unison. Time and yo me again we would pull away from each other to stare deeply into each other's eyes. He pulled of my top as I was unbuckling his pants. He smiled as I slide them off. He began pulling down my skirt when I stopped and looked down.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I don't think I'm ready..." I said concerned.

"It'll be ok. But if you don't want to, it's fine." He looked understanding. For that I trusted him enough to say okay. He smiled and picked my up and rushed me to his bedroom. Tossing me on the bed, he crashed his lips to mine and we were making out violently. I had tossed my skirt and panties into a pile of clothes of his in the corner. Now he was a only in his boxers as he desperately tried to unclip my tight bra. It sprang open and he slipped it off.

"You ready?" He asked. Before I could respond, he slipped off his boxes and pushed his member into me. I moaned  at the pain, like I was being stabbed over and over. He picked up the pace as I almost screamed, but the pain began to subside and filled me with pleasure. He thrusted his whole length into me before he reached his climax and pulled out. We laid next to each other panting and quickly fell asleep.