Four Real

“The thing is, I’ve been considering it a badge of honor that it happened while you were on my back. And your sexuality is nothing for you to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. Not ever. The same goes for what you think is your lack of experience.”

I look into his eyes, new tears coming for an entirely different reason.

“You’re you. Don’t ever think you need to be anything other than who you are. You’re perfect exactly how you are, and where you are in life.”

My tears are flowing like a fountain now. His words have hit a chord at the same time they’ve lifted a weight off of me. He’s saying something that I suddenly realize I’ve needed to hear for a long time.

“If you want more experience, I will gladly help you, but don’t ever feel like anything’s wrong with you.” He takes my hands in his and holds them tight.

“Thank you,” I say. “I appreciate all of that, and … and I would like to experience more.” I’ve never wanted to be closer to someone than I do right now.

The corner of his mouth turns up. “Then let’s get out of here.”

16

A lot to explore

Logan drives toward his house, but abruptly makes a left turn when we’re about five miles from our destination. The road is more narrow and I don’t see any houses, only woods.

“Where are you going?”

“Finding some privacy for us.” He reaches for my knee again, this time rubbing it reassuringly and keeping his hand there for the rest of the ride.

We come to stop in a small, otherwise empty gravel lot with trees all around us. Glimpses of water are visible ahead of us.

“What is this place?”

“It’s a nature center. The building is right over there,” he gestures past me to the right, “and there are a couple of miles of trails surrounding it. I like to come here when I want to be alone.”

This is a new bit of information about Logan. I would’ve never pictured him as a nature lover, or as someone who craved alone time. Maybe anyone living with three brothers would need some peace and quiet once in a while.

We walk on a path toward the water and eventually stop at a bench that overlooks an inlet. There’s no one around, and the only sounds are insects, frogs, and the occasional owl.

When Logan sits, I sit next to him.

“The bench is hard. Here, sit on my lap.” He puts his arm around me and helps me get comfortable, but after that, he’s still, and we sit quietly listening to the nighttime sounds of nature. After a while, I rest my head on his chest.

“Thank you for what you said earlier, Logan. I needed to hear that.”

He pulls me closer and rubs his warm hand up and down my bare arm. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you’re not perfect exactly the way you are.”

I let out a sigh. “To be honest, I think the problem is me and my own negative thoughts.”

“We all do that. We’re all our own worst enemy sometimes.”

I’m surprised to hear that Logan, who seems to be the most confident person I know – his brothers might even say that he’s overly confident – ever struggles with self-doubt or negative thoughts. Maybe his bravado is all an act he puts on. Fake it ‘til you make it, as they say.

He rubs my back, then slowly moves his caress upward, eventually running his fingers through my hair and cupping the back of my head to tilt my face up toward him. He kisses my forehead first, tender and brotherly, before bringing his lips to mine.

I respond instantly, pent-up desire quickly pushing to the surface. I feel his mouth curve into a grin at the way I respond.

As we kiss, the intensity rising quickly, Logan shifts me in his lap, inviting me to straddle his hips. My skirt rides up, barely covering my panties, but I don’t care. There’s no one around to see us.

My fingers trace over the ridges of muscle in his shoulders and upper back, as our lips taste and tease, and our tongues tangle in ways that make my pussy wetter by the second.

When I moan and wiggle in his lap, Logan says, “Ride me, B.”

I’m startled for a moment, unsure exactly what he means. Is he suggesting we have sex right here? I know it wasn’t part of my plan, but I’m almost worked up enough to do it.

His big hands grasp my hips and press me down onto the bulge in his jeans.

“Oh! Oh, god …” My exclamation turns into a moan as the sensations created by rubbing against him spark throughout my entire body. My pussy is heavy with need as I move purposefully, grinding against his erection, finding just the right spot that feels so good.