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I wanted to ask if those standards had been his grandpa's but I knew that was a sore spot for him. Kristen had told me a bit about what happened and it sounded really nasty.
I couldn't help how much of Logan's attitude had come from his grandpa's influence. It didn't make up for the shitty way he had treated me but at least there would have been some kind of explanation. He hadn't seemed like that much of an asshole before and he didn't then at the wine bar or at the dinner party either.
His grandpa dying seemed to have had an affect on him. Maybe it was for the better. It was an awful thing to think but that didn't stop it from being true.
I had noticed that we had both had yet to touch on the elephant in the room. Our relationship, such as it was, in high school and how it had all ended.
I was trying to stay positive and was avoiding it on purpose, even though it was on my mind. Near the back. Where I kept reminders for appointments and mom’s banana bread recipe Things I knew but didn't think about all the time.
A look at his sparking blue eyes was pushing the nastiness even further back into the darkness between remembering and forgetting. I wanted him so bad. I crossed my legs feeling the warmth between my legs. I had neglected to wear panties under the dress. I thought it would be more fun that way, knowing something that he didn't.
I wondered if his cock was getting hard. I imagined it swelling in his pants, trying to break free and be taken in and taken care of by a loving mouth or tender pussy.
My imagination had been going pretty wild with what I wanted to do to him and him to do to me. I thought that might end now that we were back in touch but that only made the fantasies more real and intense. They could always strike at any time and one did right then.
I imaged crawling under the table and going over to him. Running my hands up over his thighs, I would have stroked his hard, warm cock through his suit pants, careful not to make it too loud, and haul out his huge cock, his hard-on making it look like he was smuggling salami.
Taking a moment to really appreciate the sight and even the smell of him, I would gently suck his balls while tenderly stroking his gorgeous cock. Right when he was about to cum, I would stop, squeezing the head. When he had settled and we were out of the danger zone, I would lick his cock from bottom to top several times before swirling my tongue around the head, savouring the sweet, warm saltiness.
Eventually, when I had driven him to the point of madness, I would drop my mouth over the head, taking it in. Holding it there for a moment, I would start to suck lightly, not moving my head much, moving ever so slightly down until a full half of his cock was in my mouth.
This is when I went for it, in my mind. Moving my soft lips up and down his throwing shaft. Slowly at first and then harder and harder until I was throat-fucking myself.
I imagined Logan putting a hand on my head to keep me from hurting myself. I imagined cupping his balls, gripping and stroking his shaft and sucking him until the moment of truth when he flooded my mouth with his tasty cum, so I could swallow it all down.
I didn't know why so many of my fantasies featured oral. I had never even really sucked a cock before except that one time I tried to suck Logan’s and he stopped but I sure did seem to want to try it again. Though that well could have been part of it. Want to experience something I never really had.
I had always heard that it was pretty awesome. Not only for the guy but for the person sucking their cock. Kristen, in a moment of candor, had told me it felt surprisingly comforting. Something about the feeling of a hard, warm cock in her mouth helping her to relax. Which in turn helped her do it better because she wasn't worried.
I really hoped that was true. Particularly with what I had decided to do.
"I think, in a way, grandpa dying set me free," Logan said, breaking me from my reverie.
“That’s good,” I told him. “I was just wondering whether that might have been the case.”
Along with wondering about some other things…
I was no longer in any mood to rehash the past, so, that was a good thing.
“I’m glad you understand,” Logan said.
"I do. But, hey, we came here for a good time, right?" I asked, by then horny as hell.
