Seventeen Years and 58 seconds
Chapter 9
Women are kinda of scarce around logging camps, except for two kinds. One is matronly, married and motherly. The other kind of woman looks like she's been rode hard and put away wet. This second kind usually live in the bars, waiting for the loggers to spend their money on them in exchange for some companionship.
Since I was neither of these kinds of women, I was a curiosity in the bar. A local asked me to dance and I agreed. He commented on my gloves but I dismissed them easily, 'Cold hands'. We danced in the dark bar to some country tune with an easy beat. At the end of the song, I thought I could feel Logan's eyes on me. I thanked my dance partner and returned to my bar stool to find Logan waiting, his jacket off, a cold beer in his hand.
"I'm so glad you're here" I said sincerely. I looked him up and down, assessing his clothes. He was still wearing his well-worn jeans but had changed to a clean black button down shirt. "You look great," I said, my mind adrift with thoughts of him naked.
Small talk, chit-chat, is not Logan's strong point. But luckily, we fell into a comfortable silence. It's rare to find someone who doesn't need to talk to fill silence. He and I were well suited that way. Eventually we moved to a table and set to some serious drinking. I think it amused him to see me drink, since I wasn't as practiced at it as he was. If you've ever been drinking, after the inital relaxation and high spirits, you know somberness will sometimes creep in. This is where I found myself.
"Have you ever wondered about your mutation? I mean, wondered if it could be ... fixed?" I said suddenly.
He looked at me strangely.
"I have," I said, staring at my skin. "Do you know how I spent the day, today? In the library."
"I have a theory about my skin. Wanna hear it?" He nodded so I continued. "I have a theory, that the DNA of my skin has the ability to take over the DNA of someone else's skin. Then, my skin uses that other person's cells to harvest energy and transfer it back to me. As long as there is contact, my cells control the others."
Logan pondered for a moment and then nodded. "A sound theory."
"If I could find a way to turn off my rampant DNA, then I might be able to ...." I looked at him, smiled and shrugged, "...you know."
"And you've been studying this in the library?"
"Well, this library just has basic books, but basics are what I need to understand for now. I-I want to find a cure..."
"A cure? You think it's a disease?"
"Not in the traditional sense, no. But it's a plague to me." I rubbed the back of my hand absently.
Logan, seeing I was upset, tried to confort me by stroking my hair gently. In the flush of the alcohol and my proximity to him, I found my body on fire where he touched me. I leaned closer to him and leered at him.
"You're so damn sexy. I could just eat you up. I want ... to make love with you....so much...."
"I think we should go now."
I stood quickly, a glint in my eyes. "Yes, let's go!"
We quickly walked back to my hotel room and I tore off my coat. When I turned around, I was already unbuttoning my shirt but he had only taken off his coat. I started to pull off his shirt but he stopped my hands.
"I think you should get some sleep, babe."
"We can sleep *after*!"
"Listen to me, honey. I want you too, but not like this. Not right now. It's still ... dangerous... for both us ... you know that."
My face fell and I stepped backward. The euphoria I'd been feeling slipped away and left me cold. I nodded blankly.
"Yeah ... yeah I know. I'm sorry ... I ... forgot. I'm sorry." I pulled my shirt back on and turned away, embarassed at the display I'd made.
"Oh hon, don't. Don't get upset." I felt his hands on my shoulders and he turned me around. "Come on ... lay down. Come on."
I lay down on the bed and watched with delight as he joined me. He lay on his side against me as I lay on my back. He tucked his left arm under my neck and used his right arm to pull me close to his body. He smiled at me, rubbed his cheek against my head and closed his eyes. I thought it was impossible for me to fall alseep with every nerve of mine clamoring at his touch ... but eventually, I did.
Have you ever fallen alseep in the arms of the person you love? I can't begin to describe the peace and ... rightness ... that filled my heart as I woke to him still holding me. I thought my heart would burst at the joy that was overwhelming me.
I watched him sleep for a while until he woke up too. He smiled at me, stretched with a light-hearted grunt, and then pulled me back into his embrace.
"Morning" he said with a squeeze.
"Morning"
His right hand casually pushed my shirt open and started caressing my breasts over my bra. I gasped with pleasure and squirmed closer to his touch. He took his time, leisurely tracing the shape and edges of my bra, making me crazy from the delicious sensations. Eventually his hand skipped down to the top of my jeans. His hand began to rub my hips slowly and when his hand dipped between my legs, I gasped his name and arched against his hand.
Gasps and moans poured out of me as his hand played my body like an instrument. I was restless, squirming feverishly against him. He whispered my name as my first real orgasm rocked my body. I gasped, trembled from the waves of pleasure, and clutched his shoulders fiercely.
As I slowly calmed down, he hugged me gently and kissed my head.
"Is there any way I can convince you come back to New York with me?" I said with teasing admiration.
He smiled, relived that I understood his restless nature, and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, babe. That's ...not my cause back there."
I was stung a little, but I knew he wouldn't come back. I knew it. He must have been wondering how to tell me he wouldn't go with me.
"I'm gonna go back today."
Logan nodded and rubbed my arms slowly.
Part of me screamed in frustration. He wouldn't come back with me? Didn't he care about me? What about the beautiful sensual moment we'd just shared? But the rational part of me knew this was the right thing. A man like Logan won't come to you by pulling ... he comes to you when *he* wants to. Right now, he didn't want that.
So the only thing left for me to do was go back and continue with my own life. My mission, my 'cure' was to be the new focus of my life.
We had breakfast together and took a nice walk together before it was time for me to leave. I packed up the Jeep, paid my motel bill, and tried to find the nerve to leave Logan. I gave him my cell phone number and the satillite phone the professor had given me. He hugged me one more time and then I got into the Jeep. Over the roar of the engine, he quietly said, "Bye."
The words 'I love you' hung on my lips, but I didn't say it. Instead, I smiled sadly and returned his goodbye. Before I lost my nerve, I drove away.
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Chapter 9
Women are kinda of scarce around logging camps, except for two kinds. One is matronly, married and motherly. The other kind of woman looks like she's been rode hard and put away wet. This second kind usually live in the bars, waiting for the loggers to spend their money on them in exchange for some companionship.
Since I was neither of these kinds of women, I was a curiosity in the bar. A local asked me to dance and I agreed. He commented on my gloves but I dismissed them easily, 'Cold hands'. We danced in the dark bar to some country tune with an easy beat. At the end of the song, I thought I could feel Logan's eyes on me. I thanked my dance partner and returned to my bar stool to find Logan waiting, his jacket off, a cold beer in his hand.
"I'm so glad you're here" I said sincerely. I looked him up and down, assessing his clothes. He was still wearing his well-worn jeans but had changed to a clean black button down shirt. "You look great," I said, my mind adrift with thoughts of him naked.
Small talk, chit-chat, is not Logan's strong point. But luckily, we fell into a comfortable silence. It's rare to find someone who doesn't need to talk to fill silence. He and I were well suited that way. Eventually we moved to a table and set to some serious drinking. I think it amused him to see me drink, since I wasn't as practiced at it as he was. If you've ever been drinking, after the inital relaxation and high spirits, you know somberness will sometimes creep in. This is where I found myself.
"Have you ever wondered about your mutation? I mean, wondered if it could be ... fixed?" I said suddenly.
He looked at me strangely.
"I have," I said, staring at my skin. "Do you know how I spent the day, today? In the library."
"I have a theory about my skin. Wanna hear it?" He nodded so I continued. "I have a theory, that the DNA of my skin has the ability to take over the DNA of someone else's skin. Then, my skin uses that other person's cells to harvest energy and transfer it back to me. As long as there is contact, my cells control the others."
Logan pondered for a moment and then nodded. "A sound theory."
"If I could find a way to turn off my rampant DNA, then I might be able to ...." I looked at him, smiled and shrugged, "...you know."
"And you've been studying this in the library?"
"Well, this library just has basic books, but basics are what I need to understand for now. I-I want to find a cure..."
"A cure? You think it's a disease?"
"Not in the traditional sense, no. But it's a plague to me." I rubbed the back of my hand absently.
Logan, seeing I was upset, tried to confort me by stroking my hair gently. In the flush of the alcohol and my proximity to him, I found my body on fire where he touched me. I leaned closer to him and leered at him.
"You're so damn sexy. I could just eat you up. I want ... to make love with you....so much...."
"I think we should go now."
I stood quickly, a glint in my eyes. "Yes, let's go!"
We quickly walked back to my hotel room and I tore off my coat. When I turned around, I was already unbuttoning my shirt but he had only taken off his coat. I started to pull off his shirt but he stopped my hands.
"I think you should get some sleep, babe."
"We can sleep *after*!"
"Listen to me, honey. I want you too, but not like this. Not right now. It's still ... dangerous... for both us ... you know that."
My face fell and I stepped backward. The euphoria I'd been feeling slipped away and left me cold. I nodded blankly.
"Yeah ... yeah I know. I'm sorry ... I ... forgot. I'm sorry." I pulled my shirt back on and turned away, embarassed at the display I'd made.
"Oh hon, don't. Don't get upset." I felt his hands on my shoulders and he turned me around. "Come on ... lay down. Come on."
I lay down on the bed and watched with delight as he joined me. He lay on his side against me as I lay on my back. He tucked his left arm under my neck and used his right arm to pull me close to his body. He smiled at me, rubbed his cheek against my head and closed his eyes. I thought it was impossible for me to fall alseep with every nerve of mine clamoring at his touch ... but eventually, I did.
Have you ever fallen alseep in the arms of the person you love? I can't begin to describe the peace and ... rightness ... that filled my heart as I woke to him still holding me. I thought my heart would burst at the joy that was overwhelming me.
I watched him sleep for a while until he woke up too. He smiled at me, stretched with a light-hearted grunt, and then pulled me back into his embrace.
"Morning" he said with a squeeze.
"Morning"
His right hand casually pushed my shirt open and started caressing my breasts over my bra. I gasped with pleasure and squirmed closer to his touch. He took his time, leisurely tracing the shape and edges of my bra, making me crazy from the delicious sensations. Eventually his hand skipped down to the top of my jeans. His hand began to rub my hips slowly and when his hand dipped between my legs, I gasped his name and arched against his hand.
Gasps and moans poured out of me as his hand played my body like an instrument. I was restless, squirming feverishly against him. He whispered my name as my first real orgasm rocked my body. I gasped, trembled from the waves of pleasure, and clutched his shoulders fiercely.
As I slowly calmed down, he hugged me gently and kissed my head.
"Is there any way I can convince you come back to New York with me?" I said with teasing admiration.
He smiled, relived that I understood his restless nature, and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, babe. That's ...not my cause back there."
I was stung a little, but I knew he wouldn't come back. I knew it. He must have been wondering how to tell me he wouldn't go with me.
"I'm gonna go back today."
Logan nodded and rubbed my arms slowly.
Part of me screamed in frustration. He wouldn't come back with me? Didn't he care about me? What about the beautiful sensual moment we'd just shared? But the rational part of me knew this was the right thing. A man like Logan won't come to you by pulling ... he comes to you when *he* wants to. Right now, he didn't want that.
So the only thing left for me to do was go back and continue with my own life. My mission, my 'cure' was to be the new focus of my life.
We had breakfast together and took a nice walk together before it was time for me to leave. I packed up the Jeep, paid my motel bill, and tried to find the nerve to leave Logan. I gave him my cell phone number and the satillite phone the professor had given me. He hugged me one more time and then I got into the Jeep. Over the roar of the engine, he quietly said, "Bye."
The words 'I love you' hung on my lips, but I didn't say it. Instead, I smiled sadly and returned his goodbye. Before I lost my nerve, I drove away.
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