Logan & Gia

The bright morning sun hit Logan’s sleeping eyes around 7:30 am. He rubbed his eyes and was greeted by the sound of his girlfriend’s breath and the slightly aged smell of his camper. At the beginning of Junior Year, Logan had finally saved enough money to purchase what he’d been wanting since the 7th grade: A 1961 Airstream Globetrotter. He had liked his room, and he still spent most of the day in his house, but securing the camper meant that when he did graduate he could spend a year traveling the country and seeing the sights before college (Likely community college, based on his grades). Also, it proved a lot easier to sneak Gia in and out of a camper in the driveway than his former second-story bedroom. He stirred slowly under the weight of Gia asleep on his chest, her bare face crumpled into a frown as Logan began to rise.

“No. No no no no no,” she protested as she crawled up her boyfriend, letting her weight push him back down into the mattress. Logan chuckled as his head once again hit the pillow.

Gia shifted her legs over him, the entirety of her body holding him in place as she nestled into his neck and tried to fall back asleep. Logan gave her a half-hearted shove as she dug in deeper.

“We have to get up.” Logan groaned. Gia’s voice was muffled by Logan's shoulder.

“No we don’t.”

“We do. I have two strikes, if I’m late again I get suspended.”

“Mm-mm,” Gia grumbled, her arms moving up to coil around her boyfriend’s neck. Logan instinctively wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her close to him. Gia kissed him on the cheek, “Drop out,” she said, “I will too.” Logan laughed in his throat.

“No, G. We gotta go.”

Logan moved to push Gia off his chest, but her face hovered above his before he could. He looked his girlfriend deep in her eyes. She bit her lip.

“Are you sure?” She asked, breathy. She ran her hand down Logan’s chest. “I could make a pretty good case for staying right where we are.”

Gia closed the distance between their faces, planting a longing kiss on Logan’s lips. Her tongue slid into his mouth and jockeyed for position. Logan couldn’t help but embrace the kiss, stroking down her back and placing his hands on her ass. As she felt his hands slip from the oversized shirt she wore to her only partially covered, pantie-clad butt, Gia felt her skin catch fire under Logan’s grip. Her hands pressed onto Logan’s chest and she raised herself up to straddle her boyfriend’s lap. Logan felt the **** lack of layers as only his thin pajama pants and Gia’s underwear stood between his cock and Gia’s slow grinding. His grip tightened around her waist as she moaned into his mouth, her sex starting to moisten at the feel of his growing hard-on. One of Logan’s arms moved to the mattress beneath him and he lifted himself to meet her. She wrapped an arm around his head as all her weight shifted to her crotch and **** her writhing hips down onto his lap. She broke the kiss and panted as she felt him grip her waist. Logan’s strong hands found his girlfriend’s hips and, with a final peck on her cheek, he shoved her off his lap and rolled out of the bed, leaving Gia hot and bothered and alone on the flannel sheets.

It took her a second to realize what had happened, but as the fog in her head began to clear, she hurled a pillow at a laughing Logan who began to remove his pajamas and pull a pair of jeans from his small closet.

“Fuck you!” She sneered.

“Later,” Logan retorted, “Get dressed.”