tagInterracial LoveLogan and Lauren

Logan and Lauren

byBizzy_Bish©

Logan Chadwick was what lots of girls would find attractive, me being no exception. He was 6'2 and 215 lbs (according to the Crystal Bend Gargoyle's Football Roster). He had dirty blond hair and emerald green eyes. He was attractive, no doubt, but there were things about him that I hated. I loathed the way he walked the halls, acting as if he owned the school and the city, for that matter. Crystal Bend, Oklahoma is a small, mining city that's about an hour and a half away from the Red River; his family owned the mines, the lifeblood of the town which means that, indirectly, he did own the town and he knew it. That's how he got in this position, the position where he needed me.

My older brother, Dillon, played football with him from the time Logan was a freshman until Dillon graduated last year. Dillon would make jokes about how Logan was a white boy that felt entitled to everything because he was rich and white, and our stepdad, James would remind him that it was wrong to badmouth his teammate and one of James' players; James was the head football coach. Dillon was right, though, Logan oozed entitlement and it was sickening. Imagine my surprise when Logan Chadwick, Mr. Hot Shot Jock, walked up to me, Lauren Jameson, Madame Bookworm, and said "I need you." Well, honestly, I about slapped him across the face until I realized that he meant an actual favor.

"What do you need, Logan?" I asked, without even looking up from the books in my locker.

"I have extremely low "D"s in both English and Biology," he said in that snooty voice that I hate so much.

"I don't see how that's my problem," I said, fumbling around in my locker, uninterested.

"Well, honestly, Lauren, if I don't pass these classes, it's the whole town's problem because I won't be able to play," he stated confidently, stealing a peek at himself in my locker mirror.

"Logan, I hate to break it to you but this is Crystal Bend, Oklahoma. Whether you pass or fail your classes does not make or break anything for anyone but you! Hell, even if you pass, who's to say if you're even good enough to make it in a bigger place, like college? This may be as far as you go!" I fumed, it was completely out of my nature to be a bitch, but this guy made it hard not to be.

I waited for a snide little remark. When it didn't come, I was concerned. I looked up just in time to see a hurt look on his face. 'Wow, he has a heart,' I thought to myself.

"Lauren, listen, I really need your help to pass these classes. You are the smartest person here! You've only been getting straight A's since the womb. Coach Jameson told me to ask you and see if you'd give me a shot. If you help me, I would gladly compensate you for your time." His green eyes pleaded with me, a guy at the end of his rope.

"Aw, hell! Fine, I'll do it but I do have a few rules while we do this," I said, cursing myself for my soft heart. Dillon's words: 'Entitled White Boy' floated in my thoughts for a second. White, black, red, or yellow, his money was green.

"Shoot!" he said, relieved and just as surprised as I was that I agreed to help him.

"I know you have practice after school until about six, right?" I asked. He nodded and I continued: "I work at the library in town until eight; you can meet me there for help. I don't trust you to keep your word, which is why I won't make any extra plans to help you out, if you do your part and keep your word, we can meet at other, less formal locations. If we have plans to meet and you stand me up for ANY reason, the deal's off, you can fail and I won't lose any sleep over it, deal?"

He pretended to think over my conditions, though he knew he had no choice but to submit. "Deal. Thanks again, Lauren! Hey, can I meet you today? I know it's a little short notice but I have a Biology test in two days." He shot me a perfect, white smile.

"That's fine, I'll be there anyway. Bring your books, leave your attitude," I said, shutting my locker.

"Yes, Ma'am!" He said, mockingly, slipping a $50 bill in my hand and running off to catch up with his football buddies before I could say a word.

The rest of my day went by at a snail's pace; I couldn't help but find myself daydreaming about his white smile and those beautiful green eyes. He was so hot, I wondered what his ivory skin would look like pressed against mine, how his hands would feel as he rubbed all over my body...

"----Lauren?" Mrs. Oricelli asked, to my surprise.

"1.77245385," I stated, quickly spying the words "Square Root of Pi" with a blank next to it.

"Correct," she said, "I almost thought you were daydreaming. I should have known better."

The bell rang at that moment. I gathered my things and put them into my bag. I walked out of the classroom before Mrs. Oricelli could ask me anything else. I threw my bag into the passenger side of my blue 1999 Chevy Cavalier, getting in on the driver side. As I shut my door, Logan pulled up beside me in his shiny, black Lincoln Navigator.

"Don't forget about our date, Lauren," he called to me before speeding off to football practice.

Almost all of the students stared as he disappeared into the distance and then stared at me in disbelief.

"How dare he!" I fumed as I drove the narrow road into town.

I pulled up to the library and parked in my employee spot. I walked to the entrance and opened the door. Upon hearing the tell-tale jingling of the bell, my mother poked her head from behind the librarian's desk, her big brown eyes magnified by her horn-rimmed glasses.

"Hello, Ren, how was your day?" she asked, pulling me into a hug.

"It was okay, except for Logan Chadwick cornering me at my locker today and asking me to tutor him so he can play this season," I said as I twirled my hair.

"Well..." my mom began, "what did you say?"

"I told him I would. He's supposed to come here after football practice," I said matter-of-factly, leaving out my conditions for fear of a lecture on being rude.

"Well, that was nice of you," Mama said, as she gathered her things. I nodded.

She was gone before three. Over the next few hours, I put away all the returned books and dusted all the shelves. After all, there's not much activity in a small town library. I sat down at the desk, books away, library clean, and lessons done for almost the next month. In my boredom, I didn't notice the sleep fall over me:

Logan walked into the library with his book bag. I looked at him with every ounce of disdain that I had for him but all he did was smile.

"Don't be difficult, you want me just as bad as everyone else does," he said smugly, "you just want to play hard to get."

I got up to walk away from him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. I inhaled his peppermint breath and looked into his perfect green eyes.

"Let go of me!" I yelled, pulling against his grip but he was too strong.

He picked me up as I kicked and screamed and he laid me on one of the tables in the lobby. He kissed my lips and I tasted the peppermint. I was scared, I knew he was going to take me, but this isn't how I pictured a common rape, he was smiling the whole time, flashing those perfect, white teeth. He ripped my white button-up blouse down the middle and snatched it off. My too-small bra left little for the imagination, as my breasts pressed against it. He reached behind me and unhooked the bra, freeing my heaving breasts. I began to shiver in fear of what was going to happen next.

He dove into my cleavage, licking and sucking my breasts, making his way to my nipples. I struggled and tried to pull free. With his right hand, he held my arms down and with his left he unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled them down to my thighs and began to rub my pussy through my panties. No man had ever touched my pussy and it made me feel really uncomfortable. He kissed me again, a deep kiss that eased some of my fears. I relaxed slightly but still struggled.

"That's it, relax," he whispered into my ear as he kissed my neck and slid my panties down.

I relaxed to the best of my ability, allowing him to nibble my earlobe and rub my now-bare pussy. A moan escaped my lips as he flicked my clit, my nipples were rock hard.

"Don't do this, Logan, please," I said as he pulled my pants down the rest of the way and spread my legs far apart. "I'm a virgin, please don't."

"We can fix that," he said as he removed his shirt, unzipped his pants, and placed his rock-hard cock at my entrance. "Plus, I've never had black pussy before."

I relaxed and closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, anticipating the pain. To my surprise, I felt his soft tongue on my clit. I opened my eyes and looked down; his stunning green eyes were looking back up at me. A moan left my throat as he sucked my clit and eased a finger into my tight cunt.

"Tell me to stop if you want me to stop, Lauren," he said as he slid another finger inside me. I couldn't. I loved the way he was making me feel and that made me feel like a slut. "Tell me to stop," he growled as he increased the pace, finger-fucking my pussy into oblivion. Still, I remained speechless, opening my mouth only to moan louder and louder. "You are going to talk to me," he said, withdrawing his fingers and standing up. He began to get dressed, turning his back to me.

"No!" I said, catching us both off guard. He turned around and looked at me, naked, out of breath, and soaking wet.

"No, what?" he said, continuing to get dressed.

"No, don't stop. I kind of-," I began; he stared at me blankly, waiting for me to finish. "I liked it. I don't want you to stop."

"Do you want me?" he asked, looking down on me. I nodded. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked. I blushed. "Well, do you?" he asked once more. I nodded. "Well say it, then, say 'Logan, I want you to fuck me'."

I struggled with the thought of saying those words, the thought of it made me feel so nasty and slutty. Saying those words would give consent and I would no longer be the victim. Sensing my hesitation, he shrugged his shoulders and continued to dress himself.

"No! Logan! I want you to fuck me!" I said in my little girl voice.

"Are you sure?" he asked me, holding his letterman's jacket, ready to put in on. I nodded. He shook his head. "Say 'Yes, I'm sure; I want you to fuck me."

"Yes, I'm sure; I want you to fuck me." I said in that same God-forsaken voice.

He began to disrobe before me. I watched as inch after sexy inch of his amazing, ivory body was revealed to me. He was perfect: broad shoulders, nice arms, strong thighs, chiseled chest and abs and a glorious cock. He was like something out of the movies.

He walked over to me and repositioned my legs far apart. "Please don't hurt me," I whimpered.

He smiled and pressed the head of his dick right against my waiting hole. "I'll be gentle"

He began to press harder against my opening and slid deep inside. It hurt so bad, I began to regret my consent. He continued to fuck me and to my relief, the pain was replaced with pleasure. He fucked me harder and faster, covering my mouth with his.

I moaned louder and louder. "OH GOD! LOGAN, YOU FEEL SO GOOD INSIDE OF ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" said a voice that sounded like mine, but stronger and lust-filled.

His left hand rubbed my clit, his right hand squeezed my breast. I was in ecstasy! Before long I felt a tension in my belly and my pussy tensed up.

"YOU'RE ABOUT TO CUM, LAUREN! CUM, I WANT TO FEEL THAT TIGHT BLACK PUSSY CUMIN ON MY COCK!" he said, cocky composure forgotten.

I woke with a start. Logan had just walked in; the bells woke me up, no doubt. I looked around, that dream seemed so real. I was sweaty and my pussy was soaked. I looked at the clock: 6:17 pm.

"Whoa, are you okay? You must have been having a nightmare, judging by the sweat." Logan said, mildly concerned.

"I'm not sure if it was a dream or a nightmare," I said, still breathing hard.

"Well, I'm here, if you're ready to start," he said, stating the obvious.

I told him to pull out his books and we got started on Day One.

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