CHAPTER ELEVEN - KAILEY
When I woke up this morning and decided to rub my pussy down, I never expected it to end with the pounding of my life and Logan’s cum all over my tits. It was an amazing surprise. Not only did I wear his ass down once, but I accidentally wore it down twice. After yesterday’s fight, I figured it was never going to happen again. I contemplated my opportunity for a third but decided not to push my luck. When we were done, he laid down beside me and apologized for being a dick the night before. I decided that I could apologize for my part in it as well.
I plopped down on the couch and waited for Logan to sit next to me, moving in close to him and laying my head on his shoulder. He picked all cop movies, but it was my fault for giving him the say-so in movie night. In reality, it didn’t really matter what we watched, as long as he was close to me and I could take my mind off the fact that I was still locked in this safe house.
As I curled up on the couch and watched Logan check in with his boss, I thought about the things he told me about his life. I really felt like I wanted to get to know him better and wanted him to know me too. I decided it was time to share a little more about myself and see if this thing really could be anything more than physical.
He finished his call and sat down next to me.
“So, what’s next?” he asked.
“I thought maybe we could talk some more, get to know one another a little better,” I said.
He smiled and touched my leg. “I’d like that.”
I smiled and pulled my legs to my chest, resting my chin on my knees and setting the popcorn on the floor. I thought back to when I was five, which was the first real memory I had of my parents. I could never remember the good times my brother talked about and part of me wondered if he just made them up to make himself feel better.
“So, my mom got pregnant with my brother when she was just twenty, and my dad, being of a certain class of people, immediately married her,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Logan nodded.
“So three years later they had me,” I continued. “My brother said we were all a really happy family for the next five years. He said we went places together, my mom and dad laughed, and he never saw our father even raise his voice to anyone in the house. But if that is true, something drastically changed that us kids didn’t see. One of my first memories is of my parents screaming at each other over the divorce agreement. My father didn’t want to give my mother half of everything and my mother didn’t want to give him custody of us.
At five, I didn’t understand any of it and I think I went another ten years before I realized that, though my parents still lived together for us, they weren’t actually married to each other.”
I paused and took a drink of my water, collecting my thoughts. There was a lot to the story and I knew it would help explain who I was. Still, it wasn’t easy to talk about. I popped some popcorn in my mouth and continued.
“And honestly, I didn’t actually figure it out myself. My father told me,” I said, remembering the conversation. “I went out with some friends to the movies and caught my dad kissing another woman in front of the theatre. Being my normal, bold and brazen self, I walked straight up to them and pushed her, screaming out that she wasn’t my mother. My father pulled me to the side and told me right there that they weren’t married, they just lived together for us. My father was always out. My mother, however, I never saw her go out, not even once. I can only imagine what kind of lonely life that was for her.”
“Where is she now?”
“Oh, my father finally gave in after me and my brother grew up and gave her the house and half the estate,” I said, shrugging. “Now she spends her days lounging by the pool and eyeing the pool boy with a martini permanently glued to her palm. She has some friends that come over and they all play cards and gossip and she is just having a riot. But still, after all this time, my mother has never brought home another man. Part of me thinks she still loves my father, but after he abused her for so long, I don’t know how that could be possible. The other part of me understands what it feels like to have zero faith in love and not want to deal with having to trust someone.”
Logan nodded his head. “I get that. It sounds like you didn’t have a good example of a solid relationship and what that looked like.”
“No, I certainly didn’t. I guess part of me is like my dad, going out and doing whatever the hell I want without thought of consequence. And the other part is so hell-bent on not becoming my mom that I act out,” I admitted.
Logan looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before taking my hand. “So, who is it that you want to be? What is it that you want to do?”
“I really want to see Europe,” I sighed. “Not like hippie backpacking, but actually travel by trains and buses and really take time to see the sights.”
“Europe sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to go hang gliding in the Maldives. See it from a perspective that not many other people get to.”
“That sounds amazing,” I replied, setting my chin back on my knees. We talked into the night, sharing all kinds of silly stories about ourselves. We talked about what we liked to do, what our favorite restaurants were, and what we wanted to do in the future. Oddly enough, I realized Logan and I weren’t that different. We both had strong career ambitions, we both wanted to travel the world and experience life first hand, and we both understood just how precious life and relationships really were. By the time it was bedtime, I knew more about Logan than I did my ex-boyfriend. It made me realize I’d never had this kind of conversation with a man before.
When my eyes started to get droopy, Logan flipped on the second movie, but I didn’t even make it to the second scene. I could feel Logan stand up and scoop me up in his arms, but I kept my eyes closed, content with just being close to him for a minute while he carried me up the stairs. He laid me gently on the bed and pulled the covers over me, kissing me on the forehead. He was the sexiest man I’d ever been with, but he was also so much more. I realized that for the first time in my life, I might actually allow myself to fall in love.