I was kind of glad when Logan sent me that text saying that she would be late coming home. I needed some space from her because after the events this morning and what happened in the classroom today, she had me sexually frustrated and I don't know how much more I can take. I walk into my apartment and place my things on the counter. It was Thursday and next week was Thanksgiving. I was thinking about asking Logan if she wanted to come with me to visit my family. I was only going for the day to visit my Mom and her new boyfriend. We weren't extremely close but we like to pretend we are on the holidays.
I step out of my heels and walk to my bedroom. Maybe a cold shower will cool me off from what I am feeling. Stripping off my clothes I walk to the bathroom naked, taking advantage of Logan being off with Cam. Turning on the shower, I step inside and let the water begin to run down my body. As my body began to relax, my mind started to wander bringing me back to the way Logan made me feel this morning when her lips were against my neck, the way her hands felt on my skin and don't forget the way her hands felt when they rubbed across my core. I even arched into her hoping she would give me what I so desperately wanted. I allowed my hands to work its way down my body thinking about Logan. I let one hand play with my already hard nipples as my other crept towards a part of me that really needed attention. I can feel my fingers teasing my lips and I must have been enjoying it because I never heard the bathroom door open until I heard Logan yelling my name. At first I thought it was just in my mind, seeing how I am about to pleasure myself to the thoughts of her but then when she tapped the glass of the shower door, I jumped.
"WHAT THE HELL LOGAN?! GET OUT!" she threw her hands up in submission, closing her eyes but not before I see her sneak another peek.
"Sorry Shannon, umm...Miss Peters." she stutters. "I didn't know if you knew that your company was waiting for you on the couch."
Company? I just nod my head and watch Logan leave the room. What company? I wasn't expecting to have anyone over. I hurry up and get out of the shower and grab a towel to dry off. I quickly put on some shorts and an over sized shirt before exiting the bedroom. I see Logan sitting at the counter flipping thru her phone and on the couch sat Rachel?
"Um...Rachel what are you doing here?" She stands and walks over to me trying to give me a hug and a kiss but I push her away.
"damn babe, I missed you too." I roll my eyes at her comment. I shift uncomfortably waiting for her to explain why she is here. "I was wondering if we were still on for tomorrow night?" A confused look rushes across my face. I have no idea what Rachel is talking about.
"What the hell are you talking about Rachel?" I cross my arms, trying not look at Logan's reaction but I can tell she is just as uncomfortable as I am.
"I thought you were going to let me take you out." Rachel smiles with this smug look. I roll my eyes. Are we really going through this.
"And why would you think that when we haven't gone out in 7 months? Was it me ignoring your phone calls? Moving away?" I feel myself getting real annoyed.
"Are we really going to argue in front of your guest?" She gestures to Logan. As if she knew we were talking About her, Logan turns around with a confused look. Shrugging her shoulders she gets up and heads toward the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
"I'm not leaving until I get a yes, Shannon." She says stepping closer to me.
"I'm not doing this with you Rachel. Either get out or I'm calling the cops." I watch her expression change to almost sad and depressed.
"Please, Shannon. Let me take you out just one last time. Please!" She begged.
"Ok..." Did I really just agree to go out with her?!

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Don't Let Me Go
Roman d'amourLogan is a 17 year old who just started her senior year with her best friend Camren. The teachers see Logan as a class clown and trouble maker, the boys see her as a challenge and the girls, well they see her as a player. Logan is known to not stay...