Fender Benders And Consequences

Logan watched Marie sleep. He was lying on his back with Marie on her side facing him, cuddled in the crook of his arm with one of her arms resting on his chest and one of her legs slung over his hips. She looked so small, so fragile, so young. Logan silently cursed himself for breaking his promise to himself to take it slow with her. To treat her with the respect she deserved. He knew that technically she'd made the first move with that brazen kiss on the lips in the kitchen, but as the one who'd been an adult longer, he was the one that should've shown some restraint, to have been the mature one. Not that he regretted making love to her, he just regretted rushing it. He hoped that when she woke up she wouldn't be upset with him for taking advantage of her. That she wouldn't blame him for not stopping, because he was already blaming himself enough for both of them. Until now, he'd never felt any guilt or remorse for taking advantage of any woman who wanted him. Hell, by this time he was usually halfway home having already forgotten her name.

Yeah, he was a major skank, but the question was, was he too far gone to be redeemed?

Marie stretched lazily and opened her eyes. She was cuddling on her bed with a very naked Logan. It hadn't been just another wonderful dream.

She reached her hand up to his face and ran it over one smooth sculptured cheek.

"Hi," she said her voice still husky from sleep.

"Hi, yourself. Nice nap?"

"Uh huh, wonderful. I feel wonderful."

"Any regrets?" {Might as well cut to the chase.}

"I could never regret making love with you, Logan. Never."

{Thank God, she doesn't hate me.} "Glad to hear that."

He raised her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss into her palm. He then feathered kisses all the way up her arm until he got to her neck; which was quickly becoming his favorite place to kiss her - after her lips.

"That tickles," she laughed softly

"I'm only ticklish when I'm horny," Logan informed her

"So, that would make you ticklish pretty much, what, 99% of the time?"

"85%. Sunday's my day off."

Marie giggled, "Logan, you're such a pervert,"

Marie started tickling him just under his rib cage. Naturally, Logan started to laugh.

"What? Today's Saturday."

"It's okay, Logan. I like you horny."

"Good to know. So my little vixen, what do you want to do the rest of the afternoon?"

Marie brushed her fingers lazily over Logan's chest and in a soft and breathy voice said, "We could make love again. If you want to that is?" She pinched one of his nipples playfully.

Making love to Marie would definitely not be a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon Logan thought. He answered her by rolling her over onto her back and crushing his mouth down onto hers as he moved over her.

They made love with passion and abandon for the rest of the afternoon. Nothing existed, nothing mattered except the two of them - here, now, together. They were drowning in sensations new to both of them.

Later, they showered together with Logan taking immense pleasure in washing Marie's hair.

In all his many different experiences, he'd never showered with a woman before. His dates usually didn't last long enough.

Jean was too unimaginative to try anything other than missionary style in a bed, with the lights off. She didn't like oral sex performed on her and outright refused to give him blowjobs. How the hell did he get hooked-up with her in the first place? Because that first time she'd made a real effort. Apparently, it would be the last time, too. Seven months of his life down the toilet. And he earned Scott as an enemy in the process. They had been real friends once. Some friend he was. In the end, Jean hadn't been worth it.

Maybe he could start mending fences. Especially, if he wanted to be in Marie's life beyond this weekend.

They got out of the shower and toweled each other dry. Logan ran the towel up and down Marie's body paying special attention to all the good parts and Marie returned the favor for him.

Marie sat naked on the bed wedged between Logan's muscular legs while he dried her hair with the hair dryer.

Another first for Logan.

He couldn't believe how sensual it was just to brush somebody's hair.

Marie made little contented noises, practically purring.

They would definitely have to do this showering and hair drying thing more often.

When her hair was finally dry, Marie leaned back against Logan's naked chest. She loved the way his body hair felt against her bare skin. He wrapped his arms around her tenderly and just held her tightly to him.

They stayed that way until Logan asked if Marie was hungry. It was close to dinnertime by then and they had skipped lunch after all.

"Starving," Marie answered him. "There's not much in the house, though."

"It's okay, we can swing by the store. I need something anyway." {Like condoms.}

~*~*~*

In the grocery store, Logan stood at the butcher's counter looking at the thick T-bones in the showcase.

His mouth watered.

Marie turned to him and said "Those T-bones look pretty good. Do you know how to barbecue?"

"Marie, honey, all men know how to barbecue."

"Ok, Mr. Chauvinist don't get all caveman on me." She playfully swatted his arm.

He was getting himself a T-bone steak. He was a happy man.

They went down the toiletries aisle next and Marie handed Logan a toothbrush.

"I thought you could stay over. If you wanted to?"

He answered her by tossing the toothbrush into the cart. Yep, he'd definitely need those condoms now.

They finally approached the condom display.

{How do I bring this up delicately?}

"Uh, Marie. I think we should buy some of these....you know, because...." He was actually flustered.

Marie looked at the 3-pack of condoms he was sheepishly holding up, then reached over and took a box off the shelf.

"I think we should get these instead." She handed the box to Logan.

"Honey, these are the same ones."

"Not quite the same."

Logan looked at the box and burst out laughing. They were the exact same condoms, except a 12-pack.

"Planning on keeping me busy?"

"Very," she winked cheekily

Logan threw the 12-pack in the cart.

"Let's go. The quicker we eat dinner, the quicker we can get to dessert!"

They raced each other to the check-out.

After anticipating having a T-bone for so long, Logan didn't even take the time to savor it because he was in too much of a hurry to get to dessert!

~*~*~*

Sunday morning Marie woke up to find the spot on the bed next to her empty and a delicious smell wafting into the bedroom from down the hallway.

At that moment Logan entered the bedroom carrying a tray.

"Morning, sleeping beauty - breakfast is served."

The tray he set in front of her contained two cups of coffee, two plates of omelets and a bud vase with a single peach-colored rose she recognized from her garden.

"Wow, you can cook?"

"Don't get too excited. This is the extent of my repertoire."

He leaned down and brushed a kiss across her lips that made Marie quiver.

"I sure hope you didn't walk outside to get the rose - like that," Marie said, nodding her head in his direction.

Logan was stark-ass naked.

"Hey, just trying to give your neighbor a cheap thrill."

"Mrs. Anderson is 85 years old, what you'll give her is a coronary!"

They both laughed.

Logan sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to cut off a bite-size piece of the omelet. He then put the fork up to Marie's mouth.

{He's going to feed me. My God, how sexy is this?}

Marie opened her mouth and slowly sucked the egg off the fork. "Delicious," she said.

Logan leaned over and kissed her again. "So are you."

Marie blushed from the top of her head all the way down to her toes.

They took turns feeding each other the rest of the omelets and when they were all finished Logan set the tray on the floor next to the bed and they made love again.

Marie was just coming down from orgasm number three or was it four, she'd lost count, when the phone rang.

Breathlessly she answered, "Hello."

"Hey, girlfriend - what's shaking?" It was Jubilee.

{Actually, I am.} Marie thought, but said, "Hey, Jubes - what's up?"

Jubilee than went into a five minute rant about her suck-ass, lame date from the night before.

Marie had to fight to concentrate on what Jubilee was saying because Logan was trying his best to distract her by playfully running his tongue over her stomach and up onto her breasts.

She had to suppress the urge to moan.

She put her hand under Logan's chin, tipped his head up to face her and then put a finger up to her lips in a 'shushing' gesture. Logan cocked an eyebrow at her, shook his head in an exaggerated 'no' and proceeded to ignore her.

The more Marie tried batting him away the more insistent he became. He drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently while massaging the other one with his thumb.

Marie thought she would lose her mind.

She put her hand over the mouthpiece and whispered "Logan, I'll get rid of her. Just give me a minute."

At that moment Logan snatched the phone out of Marie's hand.

"Jubilee, I just wanted to personally thank you for teaching Marie creative uses for fruit," he said - referring to the banana lessons.

Marie's mouth dropped open.

Logan handed the phone back to a stunned Marie. "That oughta get rid of her."

Marie put the phone back up to her ear in time to hear Jubilee scream "Who the FUCK is this?"

"Jubes, I really gotta go. I'll call you later, ok?"

"MARIE! What the hell is going on? Who the fuck was that?"

"I can't talk now - later!"

"Yeah, well I want details, baby, details," Jubilee said as Marie hung up on her.

Marie turned to Logan with a big smile on her face.

"You are a BAD, BAD boy."

"It worked didn't it?"

Marie reached for him, intent on orgasm number four - or was it five?