Satisfaction

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or places in this story.

Bobby was sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. He sighed annoyingly as he thumbed through a magazine, waiting for Marie to come out of the bathroom. She had been so adamant that he sneak down to her room tonight and he was getting irritated that she kept him waiting.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, Marie stepped out of the bathroom. She cleared her throat and Bobby looked up. She stood in the doorway, a hand placed firmly on her hip and the other above her head, gripping the doorframe.

Bobby leisurely looked her up and down. She wore a silk, spaghetti strapped black negligee that fell in soft folds to just above her knees. Its v-cut bodice trimmed in lace accentuated her full breasts and slender waist.

Marie bit down on her lip, anxious to see his reaction and hear his reply. She was hoping that Bobby would jump off the bed, race over to her and ravish her like he use to. She missed those days when he could hardly wait to rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless. Sometimes they’d go at it two or three times a night, but now she was lucky if he even touched her at all.

When she asked him about it last month, he shrugged it off, saying they just needed to slow down and didn’t want to exhaust that part of their relationship. At first, she believed him, but when the sex stopped all together, she thought he had lost interest.

She was desperate and willing to do just about anything. It had been weeks since he showed any sign of attraction and was almost positive that this would do it, but it didn’t.

Bobby just simply nodded and uttered that it looked cute, before going back to the magazine. Marie’s mouth hung open and her eyes grew wide. She straightened quickly and placed both her hands on her hips, glaring furiously at him.

“I’m standing here half naked and all you have to say is it looks cute!” Marie exclaimed, stomping over to the edge of the bed.

Bobby tossed the magazine aside and leapt off the bed. “Keep your voice down. Do you want everyone to wake up?” Bobby snarled, returning her glare.

“At this point Bobby, I really don’t care,” Marie hissed.

“What is your problem?” Bobby asked, gritting his teeth.

“My problem is that my own boyfriend won’t even touch me!” Marie snapped, her anger rising.

“Marie, you’re being ridiculous!” he replied harshly.

Marie’s heart pounded fiercely and her pulse raced. She was livid. She knew if she stayed to defend herself, she’d definitely end up waking everyone up. Instead, Marie growled at him, stormed out of the room and went down stairs.

She trudged into the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the lights and ripped open the freezer. She grabbed a pint of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough ice cream and slammed the fridge shut.

“Rough night?”

Marie jumped and dropped the pint of ice cream on the floor. She turned quickly, to see Logan sitting at the kitchen table, grinning. Instantly the grin disappeared and his breath caught in his chest, when he saw what she was wearing.

Logan could feel the pressure build in his groin and his dick pressed firmly against his jeans. He knew she wasn’t a kid any more, but still he forced himself to think of her as one, it was all he could do, to keep himself from ravishing her, that and the fact they were close friends. Her being his friend was more important than her being his conquest.

However, seeing her in a skimpy nightgown, that flawlessly emphasized her breasts and long smooth legs, was making him think twice about the whole kid and friend thing.

Marie grunted and glared coldly at him for scaring her. Normally she’d just yell at him jokingly, but tonight she didn’t dare. She knew she would have ripped his head off, just because he was there and that wouldn’t have been a good thing. The last thing she needed right now was to piss off someone like Logan.

“Hardly,” she groaned sternly, bending down to pick up the ice cream.

“Should I even ask?” Logan inquired casually, not wanting to show the affect she had on him.

“No!” Marie snapped.

Marie yanked open a draw, pulled out a spoon and banged it shut with her hip. She shuffled over to the table and sat down adjacent to Logan. She sat on her leg and bent the other up, pressing it against the table and making her nightgown slide down her leg.

Logan’s eyes drifted from her face to her exposed leg and noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. Logan’s body tensed and his dick throbbed at the sight. He almost lost it, until Marie spoke.

“Logan, can I ask you something?” she uttered, as she pealed the cover off the ice cream and dug her spoon into the ice cream.

“Sure,” Logan replied shifting in his seat, his dick aching painfully in his jeans.

“Am I sexy?” she mumbled, shoving a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

“Excuse me?” Logan questioned, not sure, if he heard her correctly.

“You heard me. Am I sexy?”

For once Logan was speechless. That was the last thing he expected to hear come out of her mouth and was shocked that she even had to ask. If it had been four yeago,ago, when she was insecure about her body and what it did to those who touched her, he could understand it, but now. Within the last year, she had that aspect under control, boosting her confidence immensely and he found her question puzzling.

“Are you serious? Of course you are darlin’. You’re one of sexiest women in this school,” Logan assured her.

Marie nearly dropped her spoon. That was the first time he ever referred to her as a woman and it sent chills up her spine. She often wondered what it would take to make him realize it, then it dawned on her and she glanced down at herself.

‘So, this is what it took’, she thought. If she had known that parading around in a nightie was all it took, she’d of done it a lot sooner and for different reasons.

Marie smiled to herself and bit down on her lip. She started to think of all the nights Bobby had left her unsatisfied and what she did to fulfill her needs. It wasn’t enough to play with her pussy herself, she had to imagine someone else doing it and that someone was Logan.

The mere thought of him pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy, made her wet. The soft nub of flesh between her legs throbbed and tingled. She squirmed in her seat, bringing her leg down to hide her arousal, but it was too late. She glanced over at Logan and he was grinning. She felt knots in her stomach and her cheeks flushed.

However, despite her embarrassment, she gave in. There was no point in hiding her arousal from Logan anyways. Besides, Bobby sure as hell wasn’t giving her what she wanted and now she found herself hoping Logan would.

“You really think so Logan?” she asked seductively.

“What do you think?” Logan replied, mocking her tone.

“I think I don’t believe you,” she uttered, teasingly.

“Oh yeah. What’s it going to take so that you do?” he asked.

The strain in Logan’s jeans was agonizing. All rational thoughts were slowly fading and all Logan could think of was pouncing on Marie. Regardless, he hesitated, curious to see how far she’d take it.

Marie held up the spoon and gradually licked the residue from the ice croff.off. She placed the spoon on the table and stared lustfully at him.

“That depends on what you’re willing to do,” Marie replied, smiling.

“What would you like me to do?” Logan asked nonchalantly.

Marie stood from her seat and Logan watched her with intent, as she stepped closer to him. She leaned back and placed her hands on the table and then plopped herself on top of it.

“What ever you want,” she purred, slightly spreading her legs.

Logan stood quickly, knocking his chair back a few feet. He wedged himself between her legs, took her face in his hands and hungrily covered her mouth with his. Marie wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. The bulge in his jeans pressed against her sex, making her shiver.

Logan grunted, feeling the heat and wetness of her sex through his jeans and love that he was the one who caused it. He coarsely dragged his hands down her neck, to her heaving breasts. He fervently massaged and squeezed her breasts and rolled her hardened nipples between his fingers.

Marie gasped and moaned in his mouth. Her legs clenched around his waist and her heels dug into the backs of his thighs. Logan smirked around her mouth, and then pulled away from her.

He ran his hands up to her shoulders and pushed her down to the table. He then ran his hands back down over her breasts and trailed them down her quivering stomach. Once he reached the hem of her nightgown, he slipped his hands under it and pulled it up around her waist.

Marie trembled and her breaths seized, as Logan exposed her sex. She never felt more aware of her arousal until now. She didn’t know what to expect and the thought was almost frightening. Logan was the complete opposite of Bobby, full of raw, untamed animal lust. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but wondered what she had gotten herself into.

Logan placed his hands on her thighs and spread her legs wider. He could feel the tension in her body and sensed her fear. He hesitated and gazed down at her. Marie looked up at him and saw the concern in his eyes. The fear she felt faded and she smiled, urging him to continue, and he did.

He took a step back, leaned down and in one swift motion, licked at the lips of her sex. Marie gasped and jerked her hips up and he continued to tease her, his tongue lashing out and sopping up her juices.

He slightly lifted his head and licked his lips, before burying his face in her sex. His tongue lapped vigorously at her clit and probed at her entrance. Marie reached out and tangled her fingers in his hair, moaning and arching her back.

She rolled her hips fanatically, pressing her sex into his eager mouth. Her head thrashed from side to side, when Logan began sucking and nibbling on her clit. Her body tensed and waves of pleasure radiated through out her body, as she hit her climax.

“Oh God! Aaahh…aaahh…” she cried, squirming beneath him and jerking her hips uncontrollably.

Logan grinned against her sex, and continued lapping at her pulsating nub, until the last of her orgasm faded. He lifted his head and straightened. Marie winced and looked up at him.

“Don’t worry darlin’, I’m not through with you yet.”

Logan undid his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. He stepped closer and hooked an arm around her leg. He reached between his legs and grabbed his dick. Slowly he slid the tip of his dick up and down the length of her sex, before guiding himself inside her.

Marie moaned and arched her back, as he filled her and Logan grunted at the feeling of her sex wrapped tightly around him. He hooked his arm around her other leg, gripped her thighs and then slowly began to thrust himself inside her.

Every time he’d pull out and go to thrust himself forward, Marie would push herself harder into him. His pace quickened with every thrust and he began grunting and panting. He pounded viciously into her, his hips slamming against her thighs and his balls smacking against her ass.

“Oh yeah…fuck me!” Marie cried out, her nails scratching at the table.

Logan gripped her thighs tighter, as he rammed into her. Marie’s body started to tense and before she knew it, he sent her crashing into another orgasm. Her sex gripped him like a vice and Logan growled.

Logan dropped Marie’s legs, grabbed her waist and pulled her up to him. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up from the table. He gripped her ass, walked her over to one of the chairs and sat down.

Marie leaned back, placing her hands on his knees. Repeatedly, she slammed herself down on him. She rode him fast and hard, moaning and gasping for air. Logan’s head flew back and his eyes clenched shut.

“Oh God Marie!” he roared, gritting his teeth.

Marie shoved herself down on him, taking all of him inside her and began rolling her hips. Her clit rubbed against the coarse hairs on his stomach, creating a friction that brought on another orgasm.

Marie’s sex clamped painfully tight around him. She threw herself forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She buried her head in his shoulder, moaning and gasping in his ear. Logan growled and gripped her ass tighter and forcefully plunged her down on him. He could feel the strain in his balls and within seconds, his seed exploded inside her.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Logan howled, holding her still, as his hips jerked and his dick pulsated inside her.

Logan wrapped his arms around her and buried his head in her shoulder. They held each other tightly, as the after shocks of their climaxes subsided. Once their bodies relax, Logan pulled away.

“Now do you believe me?” he asked, grinning wickedly.

Marie hesitated, and then smiled. She could feel his dick all ready getting hard again and for once was glad that his healing factor was good for something other than healing her.

“Almost,” she uttered seductively, and then began rocking back and forth.