I pulled up to this apartment complex somewhere near Downtown Sacramento. The drive to Logan's place took me surprisingly only about 45 minutes. I parked my car out on the streets, under some street lights and turned my engine off, leaving the radio playing. I can't believe I drove out here to actually see him. What the fuck am I doing here? This is NOT like me at all. I don't drive nearly 100 miles just for a guy! I usually make them come to me, what the hell? It's almost pitch black outside so I turn on my lights, checking myself in the rear view mirror. Ugh, I look like shit. Drunk, hungry shit. How desperate can I be to drive an hour for a guy. One I barely even know, too! He obviously just wants to hit it and quit it. That's it. I'm just a booty call. Although I was the one who hit him up in the first place. God, the shit I do while I'm drunk. Way too much confidence in me.

I sat in my car for a couple more minutes before deciding to let him know that I'm outside. Looking in my mirror as I called his phone, I tried to fix the mess on my face caused by all the drinks I had consumed earlier. I look like a hot ass mess. Dark circles formed around my eyes due to my mascara running, my lips outlined by red dried up lipstick, and my eyebrows almost half rubbed off. Fuck it. I hung up the phone before Logan even answered. I need to make myself look presentable at least! Luckily I always carried baby wipes in my car & my makeup bag. I started cleaning up the smudge of mascara and eyeliner from underneath my eyes, touched up my eyeliner, and added a bit more mascara. Then I took out my red, thick lip gloss and lightly added some to my lips, making sure my lips only look a bit stained, not wanting a shit load of color on my DSL looking lips.

"You got me feeling emotions, deeper than I've ever dreamed of. Ooohhohh, YOU! Got me feeling EMOTIONSSSS..." I jumped up as my cell phone started ringing. I looked down and saw Logan Henderson on my caller ID. SHIT! "Uhh, hey? What's up?"

"Hey," said a deep, sleepy gruff voice. "Where are you? Sorry I missed your call. I kind of fell asleep.."

God, he sounds so sexy. A small smile escaped as I thought of something to say. "It's okay.. I'm actually probably... five minutes away?" I lied.

"For sure. Did you exit already?"

"Yeah, I'm at a stoplight right now. So I'll see you soon?" Jesus, I should be an actress.

"Alright," Logan yawned. "Just call me when you're outside."

"Arrrright, late." I hung up.

It took me five more minutes to fix the rest of my drawn in eyebrows. I have this thing where they HAVE to be perfectly in line with the other. My real eyebrows are so thin, so I gotta draw them in for now until they grow out. Anyways! As I finished, I picked up my phone and decided to text Logan that I'm outside. I think if I hear his voice again, I'll wet my fucking underwear. I sent the text and waited for his reply as I did a last check on myself in my mirror. Wow, for a drunk chick, I did a pretty good job on fixing my makeup! Either that, or my drunk eyes are deceiving me. Probably not though, because I drove here perfectly fine.

I got lost in my drunken thoughts for a couple of minutes more, then out of nowhere a dark, tall figure knocked on my window, scaring the living shit out of me. I felt like a deer caught in headlights as I stared out my window at this tall, dark haired, pale looking man, finally realizing that it's Logan. He had on a faded ripped up muscle tank, and sweats, showing off his muscles. I looked up at his face, to make sure it really was him. His chocolate brown eyes slightly squinted as a delicious looking crooked smile formed on his face, along with his deep sexy dimples. I noticed his unshaven face; scruff. Just the way I like it. God hes so fucking sexy. Fuck, my lady parts are just throbbing for him! I rolled down my window & unlocked my car. "You scared the fuck out of me..."

He chuckled and flashed his killer signature smile at me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

I felt my face getting hot again, "No worries," I smiled. "How'd you find my car anyways?"

"Yours was the only one with their lights on. So I figured it was you."

"Ohhh.. Makes sense." I looked down, feeling stupid. Awkward silence filled the air as I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"You wanna come up?"

I looked up at him, my heart feeling like it was beating out of my chest. "I... sure."

He flashed his signature smile at me again, showing off those killer fucking dimples. "Mmkay, c'mon."

I rolled up my window and turned the lights in my car off, opening my door to get out. I don't know why, but once my legs hit the concrete, they felt like straight up jelly. Fuck being drunk right now, I can barely stand straight! I almost toppled onto the ground trying to take a step towards Logan. "Ow, shit."

Logan tried to catch me, but I guess my drunk ass was too quick for him. "Oh fuck, are you okay?" He asked, crouching down next to me.

"I'm good," I lied. "Just a bit drunk" I looked at him and flashed a retarded ass smile.

"Hahah, you didn't tell me you were driving drunk?" I could hear the concern in his voice as he stood up, holding out his hand for me.

"No, it's good. I'm a good drunk driver anyways." I took his helping hand, pulling myself up and straightening out my clothes.

He laughed, "If you say so.. Need any help walking?" He rested his hand on my lower back, trying to steady me.

"Thanks, but I'm good though. Just lead the way!" I said a little too cheery.

"Alright," he smiled, "C'mon." Logan grabbed my hand and lead the way to his apartment. Oh my God, he's touching me. He's HOLDING my hand. Mmm, he's so warm. Such a firm grip, but gentle at the same time. I wonder what kind of wonders these fingers can do..? NO. NO SEX, Karina. I can NOT be easy with Logan Henderson! Ugh, what am I talking about. I'm already here at his god damn apartment, drunk. What's wrong with me.

After walking up three flights of stairs and into a musty, sauna feeling hallway, we reached his apartment. He opened the door and motioned for me to follow him into his room, passed the kitchen and living room area. I took off my shoes, being the Asian house guest I am, and followed Logan into another doorway to his room. I looked around and noticed a bunch of motivational posters, a drawing on the wall, a sofa bed along with his huge queen size bed, and a lot of clothes on the floor. What really caught my eye though was this keyboard piano and a microphone connected to his laptop. Hmm. He must want to become either a producer, or something in the music industry. Dope.

"Sorry for the mess, I was going to clean up before you got here, but I was too tired." Logan said as he was trying to clean up some hopefully non dirty clothes from the floor.

"It's cool, don't even worry about it." I took a seat on his couch, not wanting to go anywhere near his bed.

Logan continued to pick up his laundry anyways and put them in a basket in the corner. He then made his way next to me on the couch. I don't know why I was feeling so god damn nervous, I never feel this way with any guys I've been with before. Even if they were one night stands. Why the fuck does Logan have this affect on me? I took my purse off and set it to the side, seriously wanting a cigarette to calm my nerves.

"So," Logan sighed as he tried to rest his arm around me "What do you want to do right now?"

"I need a cigarette." I bluntly said, "Do you smoke?"

"Ahh, yeah. I was gonna ask you the same." He stood up, taking out a pack of cigs. "We can go on the balcony, c'mon."

I followed him outside, grabbing my shoes along the way. We sat outside for a little more than half an hour just smoking our cigs and asking each other about our day. I had a hard time paying attention to anything he was saying though. I couldn't help but just admire him. The way he smiles when he's embarrassed; a cute half smile, showing off his killer dimples. His messy bed hair just falling to one side. Every time he looks at me, it's like he's smiling with his eyes.

Fuck me sideways, I can NOT fuck him tonight! I will not let that happen, Lord please guide me towards the right choice! I honestly do not want this to become just a one night thing or a 'hit it and quit it' kind of deal. I actually want to get to know Logan before our little sexcapades begin! I finish my first cig and light another, nodding my head every time he said something. I must have been daydreaming about fucking him for a couple minutes before Logan tapped my hand.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry.." I saw that he put out his cigarette, so I did the same. "Just a bit tired, that's all."

"Do you want some water or anything?" He stood up and stretched his arms out.

"Sure, please." I stay seated, still not wanting to go inside. I swear, if I did, I'd fuck him senseless.

"Kay, c'mon. Let's go inside. It's getting pretty chilly out here."

I slowly got up and followed him inside to the fridge. He handed me a glass of water and walked back into his room. I sipped from the glass and went to follow him in, finding him sitting on his bed crisscrossed with his laptop in front of him. I didn't want to be anywhere near that bed, so I sat myself on his couch. Logan looked up, a bit confused, then back down to his laptop. I downed the rest of the water and set the glass down on the rug. He then played a song before getting up and setting his laptop on the ground. "I got a confession to make, I don't rush a date. Commitment is an enemy to me..." The Weeknd. Material Girl. I fucking love this song. He then took a seat right next to me.

"I fucking love The Weeknd." I said a little too happily.

He smirked, "Yeah, he's pretty dope."

I became tired even more with this song playing, so I stretched my body out, and lay my head on his lap. This song was just so catchy.

I started to sing along, "Ring for ya fingers, Jimmy's for ya feet, jeans for that back, lingerie for the sheets. Material girl, anything you need. And ima give it to ya.."

"You can sing!" Logan looked surprised.

I felt my face get hot again in embarrassment, "Thanks.." I smiled.

I didn't know what else to say after that. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting and the next thing I feel are Logan's lips on mine. The sweet, soft taste of strawberries on my lips. He cupped my face as I kissed him back, not wanting this feeling to ever end. Logan then unexpectedly pulled away.

"Sorry. I just-"

I cut him off by pulling him down by his neck and kissing him once more. I licked his bottom lip, and tugged at it lightly, waiting for him to tongue me down. The cool feel of his minty tongue filled my mouth, and made me want more. With each kiss, he got more passionate. Logan cupped my face once more as his other hand started to explore my body, starting at the base of my neck, slowly grazing over my clothes to my breasts. I felt him harden as he kneaded my breast, making my nipple hard. He went on to the other, doing the same, then slowly lead his hand down to my naval. I want more though. I grabbed his hand and guided him over my jeans while our mouths still attached. I unbuttoned my jeans for him, and he let his hand wander down under my soaking panties. His fingers eager to find my clit. Thank God I shaved today!

His fingers lightly rubbed against my clit, making me even more wet than I already was. He slowly began rubbing me in a circular motion, gradually getting faster and faster as my nails dug into his arm. I looked up at his face, his chocolate orbs full of lust as his eyes met mine. He leaned in for another deep, passionate kiss, and I let out a small moan, silently begging for more. I felt Logan's dick get even harder as the noises escaped from my mouth. I reached back behind my head for his lap, feeling his dick through his sweats and begin to rub his length. He sticks two fingers in and out, making me gasp. FUCK, his fingers are so fucking magical. I try hard not to let any noise slip from me this time as he finger fucks me. His rhythm makes my walls tighten as I'm close to an orgasm. "MMM, FUCK Logan!" I groan. I can't take it anymore. I want to feel his dick inside me.

I quickly sit up, getting on top and straddle him. I attack his mouth once more, slipping my tongue in and biting his bottom lip every so often as I begin to grind on his dick. He grabs my hips, keeping it in rhythm with his as his dick hardens even more. I seriously can not take this anymore. Logan suddenly flips us around and lays me on my back on the couch, desperately trying to take my jeans completely off. I lift up my hips to help, and slowly he pulls them down, kissing my thighs as he frees them from my jeans. He comes back up, laying his body against me. I can feel his dick through his sweats rubbing on my clit. He kisses my neck, my weakness. The place I love getting kissed the most, turns me on in the most ways. Fuck. His hand finds its way to my clit again, softly rubbing it while biting on my neck. He places a finger inside me, "Mmm.. You're so fucking wet, Karina."

My breathing gets heavier and I just can't take anymore of this fucking teasing. I want it so fucking bad, I know I'm just going to regret this later. But I can't help it. Logan's touch drives me fucking crazy. I bite my bottom lip and catch his eye, "I want you to fuck me."