His left arm held his crying three-year-old son, Cole, and his six-year-old, Leah, was practically climbing up his leg, but he felt good. "God I need this one," he thought, looking forward to the guy's night he had planned.
At eight o' clock, the doorbell rang. "Coming!" Luke called down the stairs. He finished tying his shoes and ran to open the door, inviting the new babysitter in. "Logan, right?" he asked her as he continued to tuck in his light blue, button-down shirt. "Yeah, and you're Mr. Evans?" she returned. "Just call me Luke," he told her with a smile and proceeded to show her around. "I should be home around 11:30 or midnight; hopefully that's okay with you?" Flashing a beautiful straight, white smile, Logan told him that she had no plans and anytime was fine. Luke couldn't help but notice that she was gorgeous, but his mind quickly turned back to the bar and his night out. After all, it'd been a while since he was with a woman, and he decided that tonight he would try to meet someone his own age.
Time with the guys proved to be just as freeing as he'd hoped. They drank, watched the game, argued over calls, and he even flirted with a woman at the bar toward the end of the night. After making a witty comment to her, Luke looked down at his watch, still smirking. His smile instantly faded as he realized the hands were positioned at 12:15.
Oh, shit!
he thought. "I'm sorry. You're lovely, but I gotta get home. Could I maybe get your number?" He gave her a last wave, slid her digits into his pocket, and said goodbye to the guys.
Luke pulled into the driveway at 12:32, cursing himself, and found his way through the fresh snow to his door. Walking down the hall, he heard music coming from the living room, and as he moved farther into the house realized it was "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails. Logan was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. Her long, honey brown hair draped down along her cheeks as she leaned over a textbook, bouncing an orange highlighter back and forth between her fingers.
Wow, she looks pretty fucking cute when she bites her lip like that,
he thought, watching her for a minute. Logan looked up at the sound of his footsteps, and stood instantly. Her breasts bounced softly with the motion as she said "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Evans!" and rushed to turn off the music. "No, no, leave it," he said, "This is one of my favorite songs." As Trent Reznor screamed the words "I wanna fuck you like an animal! I wanna feel you from the inside." they both found themselves screaming along without thinking. After they realized what they'd just said, each began to laugh awkwardly. A brief silence passed, and Luke started apologizing for being late. "The time just got away from me I guess." He chose not to mention the blonde at the bar, but Logan assured him she didn't mind. Luke looked up at the clock, getting closer to 1am with every tick, and told Logan that if she didn't want to drive home this late, she should feel free to stay the night. Her shoulders drew up in a shrug as she admitted, "My brain is actually fried from this O-Chem studying. That'd be great if you don't mind." "Not at all. I'll sleep on the floor, and you take my bed. It's too cold to stay down here." Before they headed upstairs, Luke went to grab a beer out of the fridge. Logan leaned over the kitchen counter while he did this, her low-cut sweater's neck opening slightly and showing the gentle curve of her large, yet still proportional breasts cradled perfectly inside her lacey black bra. Luke turned back to face her with the beer in his hand and actually paused for a moment at the sight of them.
Wow,
he thought as he cracked open his brew and pressed the cold bottle between his lips, trying not to look at her tits and keep his hardening cock out of view. "Hey, do you think that I could maybe have a drink? I'm not gonna be driving anywhere, and I could seriously use something to help me wind down." As she said it Logan turned her light, golden-brown eyes up to him innocently. They were an incredible contrast to her forest green sweater, and she looked so sexy. How could he resist? "Uh, sure. You're almost 21, right? What do you like? Beer, wine, um... whiskey, tequila..." he chuckled realizing how unprepared he was to host anyone, much less a woman. "Wine would be awesome, thanks." He poured her a full glass, and she took a generous sip as he re-corked the bottle. Setting the glass down, Logan commented on Luke's home. Caught up in the conversation and still pretty tipsy, Luke turned too quickly and knocked over her glass of riesling. The sweet liquid soaked into her sweater, and the fabric clung even tighter to her round tits and flat stomach. "Shit, I'm sorry" he quickly apologized, but admitted to himself that he didn't mind having a soaking wet 19 year-old girl in his kitchen. They ended up rushing to clean up the spill together, and caught each other's eye while sopping up the mess. He thought he saw Logan smile suggestively, but maybe that was just the alcohol again. Her glass was refilled and they chatted briefly (it didn't take her long to down the drink), before Luke remembered to offer her a new shirt. They headed upstairs, Logan somewhat lightheaded. She could feel Luke's eyes on her, enjoying the view of her ass, and swung her hips a bit more than normal. She liked the attention.
