The knock at the door was quiet, almost timid, just barely enough for Logan to hear it. He probably wouldn't have if the door wasn't right next to his couch. He paused his show and answered the door, shocked to find Janie standing on the other side. He didn't know the girl even knew where he lived.
"Mom is gone for the weekend. I was lonely, can I come in? Just for a bit?" She asked, smiling up at him.
"Sure. I was just watching
Big Bang
if you want to join me." He knew she liked the show, as he had known Janie for most of her life.
"Sure, thank you." He stepped back and she came in, taking a quick look around. "This is all you have?" She asked.
"Don't need much for just me, you know." He told her. It was a simple, one-bedroom apartment. But at least the walls had good insulation, keeping the noise down. The living room just had the couch, the computer desk, and the TV stand. The kitchen was small, with a little table practically inside of it.
"I suppose that is true." They both sat down on the couch, with Janie curled up in one corner. Logan sat on the other side and turned the show back on, watching her from the corner of his eye.
Marisa, Janie's mother, being gone for the weekend wasn't unusual. It seemed like her job required a weekend-long trip every couple of months. A few years ago, she would have had Logan come over to babysit, at least during those times when they were dating. Not that Janie had needed a babysitter for a few years now.
They had been dating off and on for ten years, and Logan wondered why he bothered. Marisa wasn't particularly attractive, not all that good in bed, or even much fun. At least, not after about six months of dating. She would want to be controlling and demanding, starting fights, yelling at him. Yet, she was also the one who would always break up with him, and then call him back into her life a year or so later with promises that things would be different.
If it hadn't been for Janie, he probably wouldn't have come back. He didn't know what happened to Janie's father, but the girl herself was a sweetheart. Logan always felt like she could use a decent person in her life, and she had melted his normally cold heart. Logan wasn't usually much of a decent person, but he had been able to manage it around her.
Janie giggled at one of the jokes on the show, apparently seriously watching it. Logan himself picked up his phone and started scrolling through some news feeds. He had the show on for noise, not really entertainment. He figured if Janie needed to talk, she would. She had been quiet around him since she was about fifteen. Of course, she was nineteen now. Could be a difficult age for a woman, as far as Logan knew. Besides, she probably wouldn't like him prying.
Janie had been a serious tomboy when he first started dating Marisa. A shock of red hair, green eyes, and a face full of freckles. More often covered in mud and grass than in a dress, always willing to talk about what she had found, and very outgoing. Then puberty came along and gave her a massive chest, long and silky hair, and thick ass, and all the male attention that often came with such. She had seemed to just withdraw into herself. She was currently wearing a baggy sweater and a pair of loose jeans, a far more common outfit for her in the past few years. Then again, he hadn't seen her much for more than a year, when her mother had called and begged for him to come back to her. They were approaching turn around time now, when she would go from trying to keep him around to what he suspected was her more common behavior of suspicion, anger, and constant arguments.
Jamie suddenly stood up, making him look up from his phone and drop his thoughts. "I need to use the bathroom." She whispered.
"It's through the bedroom." He told her, pointing to the only door inside the apartment. She headed off, and he went back to looking at his phone.
"Logan, do you think I look good in this?" Janie's voice came as a surprise a couple of minutes later, but he looked up to see her standing in the door to his bedroom, dressed completely differently. She had to have been wearing it under the baggy clothing; a halter top that, even pulled tight over her breasts, didn't completely cover her stomach. She was also wearing a pair of skin-tight leggings. She was obviously not wearing a bra, as he could see the shape of her nipples clearly through the thin shirt.
Logan hadn't seen her dressed in anything close to that since she was about eleven and was used to the baggy and loose look on her. The truth was she looked very sexy dressed like that, even though she wasn't trying to look seductive or anything. Her hands were crossed in front of her, shoulders slumped forward, and she was looking off to the side and biting her lip in clear embarrassment. Of course, the innocence in that look made her extremely tempting, even if he shouldn't be thinking like that about a girl who was as close to a daughter as he ever had.
"What... or who... or..." Logan cleared his throat. He would have to be very careful here. "Yes, you do, but why are wanting to know?" He asked. He had to shift a little, as she was having the obvious effect, but he couldn't let her know that.
"I was wondering if you might like it." She told him, taking a couple of steps towards him. "Do you think I have a good body?" She shifted her hands around behind her, and he noticed she had a clear camel toe going as well in those tight leggings.
"That probably isn't something you should be asking me." He told her. He wanted to look away. He didn't want to look away. This would probably determine if he was, in fact, anything like a decent man.
"Why not?" She asked. "Because of Mom?" She asked, looking away again.
"No, because I've known you since you were nine." He told her. "Did you get a new boyfriend?"
"Not yet." She told him. "Guys my age are assholes. Not like you." She answered.
That statement made things a lot clearer to him. Of course. "I'm sure you can find a good one with a little work." He told her. He stood up and walked over to her. He would have to be gentle.
"Mom doesn't deserve you, and you know it. She always treats you so badly." She huffed.
He reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, giving it a little bit of a squeeze. "You don't know me as well as you think you do, honey. You might not be wrong, but I don't think this is what you really want."
She suddenly threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, full on the lips. It was rushed and amateurish, clumsy, but her lips tasted amazing. Logan found himself kissing her back before he realized it.
* * *
Janie had wanted him to, but she was still surprised when Logan started kissing her back. She felt absolutely blissful as he did so. He would probably need more convincing beyond this, but she was determined to make this happen. He was the only good man she had ever known. All her mom's other boyfriends had treated her like a distraction or interruption. Logan had brought her gifts and told her lame jokes to make her laugh. All the boys in school had just wanted to snap her bra or try to grab her breasts or ass, or claim they slept with her. Hell, her last job had ended when she refused to sleep with her crusty old boss. But Logan had always just been kind to her.
He suddenly pushed her away, but she tried not to be disappointed. She looked up at him, breathing hard. "That was wonderful." She told him, and even though she knew she would have to be bold to make this work, she was still surprised when she continued. "What else can we do?"
"No, Janie, we can't be doing this." He told her, looking away from her, like he was looking for something to make her stop. Or maybe himself. He wasn't what she thought of as classically handsome. More normal. Brown hair and blue eyes, about five-nine, not fit but not heavy, not even a dad bod, just a normal body. But his eyes had always been kind and happy when they looked at her. He was what she used to judge men.
"Just tell me, please. I'll do whatever you want." She reached up and put a hand on his chest.
His head snapped back to her, and he looked down into her eyes, cupping her chin just a little. His eyes changed slightly. A shadow of something like hunger. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." She whispered softly, pouting her lips like she had seen in the movies, wanting a kiss.
"And if I tell you that you can't tell me no, or it is over?" He asked her. His eyes had grown a little cold. He was probably just trying to scare her off.
"I will never tell you no. I swear." She told him.
"You might come to regret that. Get on your knees." He ordered her. She knew it was an order, just from the tone of his voice. Her heart sped up in her chest, and she was breathing harder, faster. This was starting to be a little scary, but that just seemed to excite her more. She did what she was told, slowly sliding down.
"Take off the top." He ordered. She looked up at him, and he seemed to tower over her now, but again she did as instructed, pulling the halter off and over her head. No other man had seen her breasts before, completely free and hanging open. She was usually embarrassed of them, big heavy F-cups that they were, always getting in her way and drawing all the wrong kind of attention. But not now. "Play with them."
