AURORA 

One moment we were staring at each other's eyes, the next moment, We were kissing, and I was on my back We were a tangle of tongue, and heavy breathing. One thought, flickered through my head Why am I doing this?   His breathing was heavy against my mouth. One of his hands closed around my breast. I was so soft, and he was so hard against me. A moan slipped past my lips. He pulled away from me, and I pulled him back. I felt him undoing the buttons on my jeans, I wormed my way out of them.

"Fuck." He breathed, and slid my underwear to the side. I felt him sink his fingers into me. I sucked in air. I ran my hand along his dick. I unzipped the zipper. I felt his breathing increase. He pulled away from me again, pulling of jeans an underwear faster than I could blink. He was on me again, and then inside of me. I moaned against his shoulder. 

"You feel so fucking good." He breathed.

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We were laying next to each other, breathing heavy and I sighed. For fifteen minutes, of the past forty-eight hours, I had felt nothing but pleasure, nothing but happiness. For fifteen minutes, I felt okay. I looked over at Logan, he sat up. Suddenly self conscious I reached for my bra and shirt, keeping a hand over my chest. I watched him do the same, in silence we got dressed. I reached for my flask again, only to find it was empty. I raised an eyebrow at myself. 

"That was really fucking good." Logan said, turning to me. I nodded.

"Thank you, for you know taking my mind off it." I said. He nodded, from his pocket he pulled a cigarette.

"Aren't you an athlete? Didn't know this was a habit." I joked. He rolled his eyes, pulling a lighter from his pants. I watched him take a drag and I reached out my hand for it. He gave it to me, and I took a drag.

"So, in one night you smoked, drank, had sex, and smoked again?" He commented. I nodded, shrugging. In one night, I had experienced I was told to never do, three of them never, and one at least not until marriage. 

"Yep, grew up in a couple of hours." I shrugged. He smiled at me.

"Was it what you thought it would be?" Logan asked. It took me a minute, to formulate what I wanted to say about it. 

"The alcohol made me feel, better, but I know I'm gonna pay for it in the morning. The weed made me feel tingly, and weird. The sex? Nothing like I thought it was going to be." 

"In a good or bad way?" Logan asked. I smirked at him.

"What do you think?" 

"Well considering that I had you practically screaming my name, we'll go with that it was better than you thought it would be." He purred, in a raspy low voice that made me consider round two. Though my body would've crumbled against him.

"Hey, what time is it?" I asked, suddenly realizing how long we'd been up here. He checked his watch and stood up.

"Almost 2am. I gotta go." He said and I stood too. I hoped by the grace of a god I didn't think existed, that my sister was already asleep and not worried. I checked my phone, there were no messages or calls from her. I sighed. Logan was walking to the door, but then stopped and turned to me.

"Your on the pill right?" He asked. I shook my head, remembering the way I'd had my legs wrapped around him, and he didn't have the mental thought process to pull out. 

"CVS is still open, I can go get Plan B on my way home." I told him. He shook his head.

"I can drive you if you want, drop you off at home too? You live near here?" He asked, looking around. Now, normally I wouldn't have gotten into a car with a boy I'd met a few hours ago, but normally I wouldn't have sex with a guy who I'd met a few hours ago. I gave myself another pass. 

"If it's not too much trouble." I said, not making it a thing.

Once off the roof, which proved harder to do when riding three different highs. In the ice cream parking lot there were three cars, a late model Subaru, a Mercedes, and a Toyota. I raised my eyebrows.

"Which one's yours?" I asked. He pulled keys out of his pocket, and the Mercedes unlocked at the press of a button on it. 

"Birthday present." He said. When we got in, I marveled at the cleanliness of it. It was made clear to me, Logan wasn't up for conversation. He pressed play on the radio and turned up the volume. I leaned against the seat. At CVS, he pressed a fifty dollar bill into my hand. In the car, he handed me a coke to take it with. For someone like him, the gentleman act was strange. Though I had a feeling, once we were both sober there would be no memory, or no care about what happened. 

When Logan pulled in front of my apartment building I sighed. It felt so strange, to get out of the car at an apartment, not my home. I shook it off, or tried to. Before I got out of the car, Logan reached for my phone. I felt an expression of curiosity dawn on my face. Logan gave it back, and on it was my contacts page. He'd entered the name Logan Miller, and his number. I stepped out of the car, thanking him for the ride, and the talk, and the sex. He shrugged.

"Hey, call me if you want someone to take your mind off things again." He said. I laughed, I had a feeling that would happen. Or hoped it would anyway. Because maybe, I could finally have a vice. Just Maybe.