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Pining for Madison: Part 1
Pining for Madison: Part 1
A school assignment changes everything.
By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the
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The teacher sat there, just staring outward from his desk.
He wore a look that said he didn't want to be here anymore than we did.
The classroom itself was virtually empty. It was just me and
one other student.
It was a girl called Madison and she was sitting on the far
end of the table, opposite me.
I could see she was busy writing away on a piece of paper,
prompting me to glance down at the piece of paper in front of me. I appeared to
have written down 'I love Madison' at least a hundred times.
The teacher stood up abruptly, the screech of his chair as
it slid backwards against the floor, forced me to look up from my declaration
of love for Madison.
"I'm going for a smoke, you two finish your
lines."
With that, he left the room and slammed the door closed
behind him. The noise echoed around the empty room.
I looked across to Madison, who was now looking back at me
smiling. I returned her smile with one of my own, when suddenly she stood up.
I watched as she approached, standing over me briefly, her
gaze alternating between my paper and me. As I prepared to speak, she
gracefully lifted her leg and seamlessly positioned herself between me and the
desk. With a confident move, she settled on my lap, facing me and assuming a
straddling position.
She began to gently grind on my lap, before touching the
sides of my face, with her soft delicate hands.
"Oh Adam! I want you so badly," she cried out,
before starting to kiss me passionately.
That's when she started to moan out my name.
"Umm Adam, Adam, Adam."
It was then I noticed the sound of her voice begin to
change, it wasn't this soft seductive voice anymore, but more of a louder,
persistent shouting.
"Adam! Adam!"
Madison faded away in front of me.
"Adam! It s time to get up, you'll be late for
school," a different, yet familiar voice called out.
A chill swept over me as the duvet was abruptly pulled away.
It was fortunate this time, that I wore underwear to bed.
"Mom!" I cried back, then curled into a ball to
keep warm.
"Don't Mom me, I'm not your personal alarm clock. Now
go get ready, and for god's sake, open a window, it stinks in here."
I waited for her to leave the room, before slowly uncurling
myself. She had just interrupted one of my favorite dreams about Madison, it
was the one where we were stuck in detention, and we were just about to get to
the best bit.
I got up from my bed, yawned, stretched and then scratched.
It was then I realized, I was pitching an almighty tent in my underwear. Glad
mom didn't see that! I thought to myself.
Like a zombie, I staggered to the bathroom slowly. Sliding
the shower door open, I turned on the taps and removed my underwear to reveal
what I had now began to refer to as the 'Madison Effect'.
I jumped into the shower and let the water run over my face.
As I relaxed under its warm embrace, my mind drifted back to Madison. She was
perfect, she was pretty, she had a great body, and she was smart to boot. She
ticked all my boxes, and I was crushing on her big time.
It wasn't just the way she looked, sure she had beautiful
long blonde hair that hugged her shoulders, a smile that could melt anyone's
heart and eyes that sparkled like a mountain lake, but it was her smell, she
always had this amazing floral scent, like an English garden.
Before I knew it, I had started to fantasies again. I
grabbed onto my raging boner and started to jerk off. My horny teenage mind,
starting to peel off the layers of her clothing, imagining what her body would
look like underneath.
It didn't take me long to reach the point of no return. I
held my swollen cock and did my best to angle it down towards the drain, which
in itself was a challenge given the intensity of my arousal. I shot my load and
watched the evidence disappear.
Feeling slightly more awake, I continued to get ready for
school. Not that I would ever thank her, but thanks to my mom's morning wakeup,
I just managed to make the school bus on time.
As I boarded the bus, that's when I noticed her - my
beautiful Madison, seated in the front row. I couldn't help but smile at her to
which she reciprocated. Walking past her, I caught a delightful whiff of that
incredible floral scent, a fragrance that seemed to lift me up.
A few rows behind her, my best friend Ethan had, as usual,
reserved a seat for me. I settled in next to him, my attention divided as I
found it hard to tear my eyes away from Madison.
"Dude, you are so obvious," he said.
"What?"
"You're giving off all sorts of creepy stalker
vibes."
"I am?"
"Yes, relax, play it cool," he suggested, as if he
held the secrets to understanding all women.
"Like you're the expert," I rebuked.
"Excuse me, how many girls have you been with? That's
right zero, whereas I have kissed one."
"It doesn't count if she's your cousin Eth."
"It does too."
Ethan and I bantered back and forth like this until we
reached school.
The first thing we did was head to our lockers to grab our
stuff for the upcoming lesson. As we collected our books, Ethan began
discussing our plans for the weekend. In the midst of our conversation, Madison
strolled past, gracing me with a quick sideways glance and a smile,
effortlessly tucking her hair behind her ear. At this point, I had completely
stopped listening to Ethan and I only had eyes for her.
"So, how about it?" Ethan asked, nudging me and
snapping me out of my trance.
"How about what?" I responded, somewhat confused.
"Were you even listening to me?"
"Yeah, of course I was, but I just saw her."
"Dude, you've got it bad."
"I know, but she's perfect."
"Okay, if you say so."
"What? You don't think she's perfect?" I said
defensively, ready to defend my beloved Madison.
"She's alright, I guess. She's no Charlotte
though," Ethan said, tilting his head towards the girl at the end of the
lockers. Charlotte, head cheerleader, had all the boys chasing after her.
"Please, Charlotte is just a walking pair of tits, she
doesn't have a patch on Madison."
I audibly swooned.
"I can live with a walking pair of tits," Ethan
then said smirking.
"I bet you can, now let's get moving our we'll be late
for class."
Our first lesson was Biology. As we entered the classroom,
we were immediately taken aback.
Instead of the usual freedom to sit where we wanted, each
seat had a name card in front of it. We all looked at each other at first,
wondering what the hell was going on, before scanning the rows to look for our
name and going along with it.
It soon became apparent, that the seats were arranged in a
way that every boy sat next to a girl.
As I sat down in my allotted seat, I caught the scent of a
very familiar fragrance. My whole body reacted to it and that's when she sat
down next to me. I was now sitting next to Madison. This day just got a whole
lot better.
I pulled out my notebook and pen, and then watched as
Madison did the same. Her things were so neat, and she was so organized, unlike
me, where the corners of my notebook were all curled up from being haphazardly
stuffed in my bag.
"Okay, now that you're all settled." Mrs.
Wrentmore announced at the front of the classroom.
The class turned to fixate on the middle-aged woman, dressed
in the long tan skirt and cream colored cardigan at the front of the room.
"Today, we're going to talk about Sex! Yes, that's
right, get your giggles out of the way now, because this is serious
class." She said, pacing up and down the length of the classroom.
"Today's lesson will be split into Two parts," she
said emphasizing the word two, then pausing for a moment.
"Part one - Sexual Health," she said holding up
one finger in the air, "and part two Reproduction." she followed with
a second finger, inadvertently making the sign for peace.
"So, let's get started, shall we." Mrs. Wrentmore
said clapping her hands together.
"The CDC state that 78% of you, by the time you've
reached the age of twenty would have had your first sexual experience."
The class watched as she walked over to a drawer in the
corner of the room.
"So, in all likelihood, some of you, as you're all
eighteen by now, have most likely had one. You're all technically adults, so no
judgement there, but if you have, I hope you were all being responsible."
The class started looking around at each other, no doubt
mentally working out who were the ones most likely to be having sex.
Mrs. Wrentmore pulled a bag from the drawer and walked to
the end of the first row of desks.
"As such, the school health board and the student body,
have authorized me to hand out and make available to you these."
She held up the bag for all to see.
"No, they are not free balloons, but condoms. Designed
to keep you safe from STD and of course, unwanted pregnancies."
She handed out a few to the person sitting at the end of the
desk.
"Please pass these on to all the boys on the row,"
she asked the girl sitting closest to her.
The condoms were passed down, one by one, until each boy on
the row had one.
Mrs. Wrentmore repeated the process, moving down each row in
the classroom. When she reached my row, Madison handed me a condom, giving me a
quick once-over that left me blushing, as if she were playfully imagining what
I'd have to do with it.
"I am giving these out to the boys, because it is Your
responsibility to wear protection, not your partners."
She went on to talk about the rise in STD and how we should
all be practicing safe sex. This pretty much covered part one of her lesson
plan.
"Now that part one is concluded. I hope you've all
learnt something valuable and that if you are sexually active, you continue to
be safe. Now on to part two."
She returned back to the front of the class and began
talking about reproduction, the differences between males and females. We sat
there listening and looking at diagrams in our text books.
There wasn't much time left to the lesson, when Mrs.
Wrentmore announced what the assignment would be.
"Now, I bet you're all wondering, why I sat you all in
this order. Well wonder no more, class! Your assignment is to work with the
person next to you, and here's the twist."
She paused for dramatic effect.
"In an effort to foster a greater understanding of the
opposite sex, which I think is incredibly important. Boy's you will write a
report on the girls reproductive system and girls you will write a report on
the boys, then when you've done your individual assignments, you will then need
to work together, to combine your new found knowledge into a report."
The class was somewhat stunned by this, with each of us
looking at the person sitting next to us.
Madison and I exchanged looks with each other.
"I guess we're working together then," she said,
tucking her hair behind her ear again.
I wanted to sound cool, but all I could say was,
"yeah."
"Do you want to meet up in the library later to
prep?" Madison asked.
"Sure, yes, that would be great." I replied
sounding a little bit too eager.
"Okay, I'll see you there."
She stood up and smiled at me once more and left with one of
her friends. I could see them whispering amongst themselves, when just before
they left the classroom, she looked back at me and gave me another one of her
dazzling smiles.
I was dumbstruck, I actually had a conversation with
Madison, and not only that I get to work with her too. I'm not sure how
comfortable I'll be with the subject matter, but hey, I get to spend time with
the marvelous Madison, so who cares.
I met up with Ethan, and he could tell how excited I was to
be working with Madison.
"Right, don't mess this up man. This is the perfect
opportunity to ask her out."
"I can't, what if she says no?"
"Then at least you know."
"I can't."
"Yes you can. It's time dude, it's been like five
years. You got this."
I mulled over Ethan's encouragement; he was right of course.
It had been five years, and I had done absolutely nothing about it. Was this my
chance?
After our lessons had finished, I left Ethan to go find
Madison in the school library. As I pushed open the door, the smell of old
books was over powering. I walked past the front desk and headed towards the
study area. I couldn't see any sign of Madison, so I started to look up and
down the book aisles, in case she was there.
I headed to the science section, the most probable place to
find her given the assignment. I passed through Physics, then Chemistry before
finally reaching Biology. Bingo! There she was. When she saw me, she gave a
little wave, and I approached her.
"Hey."
"Hey, so what are you looking at, books?" I
responded, cringing internally. Books! Of course, books, you Tool! We're in a
bloody library.
"Yep, lots of books here," she said, smiling to
herself as she skimmed through a page in the book she was holding.
Slowly but surely, I was reaching peak nervousness, and it
started to show. When nervousness shows, awkwardness isn't far behind.
"Sorry, it was a stupid thing to say. Of course, it's
books," I replied.
"I'm Adam," I said.
"I know who you are, silly! We've been in the same
class for like five years."
"Sorry, of course you do," I said, my face turning
bright red.
I then tried to recover from my complete lack of cool by
leaning against the bookshelf. With my arm outstretched, I placed my hand and
subsequently my weight on a row of books. It soon became apparent that there
was no backing to the shelf holding the books in place. As a result, they all
tumbled off the shelf onto the floor on the other side of the next aisle down,
causing me to stumble into the bookshelf itself, humiliating myself further.
I quickly pulled myself back and tried to compose myself.
"Are you okay?" Madison asked, touching the side
of my arm.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little..."
"Just a little what?"
"Nothing, it's okay. So, what are we reading?" I
said, keen to change the subject after making a complete tit of myself.
"Well, I've found these books."
Madison handed me a book to hold, but I didn't quite grab it
properly, and it slipped out of my hand. Instinctively, we both reached down to
catch it, causing us to bump heads.
"Oww!" Madison cried out.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry."
As if things weren't going well already, my meeting with
Madison was practically slapstick at this point. Please, Lord, just strike me
down now and put me out of this misery.
"It's okay. Guess we're both to blame for that one.
Let's go sit down, in case we hurt each other again," she joked.
We went over to the study area and sat down next to each
other at a desk, placing our books in front of us.
"So, where do we start?" I asked nervously.
"Well, I guess I'm starting with the penis,"
Madison replied, with a little wink.
"In that case, I'll start with your vagina, I mean the
vagina. Sorry not yours, not that there's anything wrong with your vagina, I'm
guessing, not that I've seen your vagina. Oh boy."
I wanted to cram my fist into my mouth to stop myself, I had
said the word vagina way too many times in one sentence.
At this point, I had turned into what could only be
described as a violent shade of red.
Madison looked at me and burst out laughing.
"You are so funny, you just dig yourself into all these
little holes."
"Yeah, it's quite the gift I've got. I think they call
it foot-in-mouth disease."
Madison laughed again. She had such a melodic laugh; I could
have listened to it all day.
"Let's just start reading shall we, then we'll compare
notes."
I nodded my head in agreement, in fear that I might say
something stupid again.
We red through our biology books in silence for the next ten
minutes, when Madison declared she was bored of reading.
She propped up her book, brought out her phone, and hid it
behind the upright book.
It looked as though; she was scrolling through pictures. It
took me a moment to realize what she was looking at. Madison was busy scrolling
through a photo gallery of men s cocks.
Well this was certainly a side to Madison I didn't expect to
see.
"Um, what are you doing?" I whispered.
"I'm just curious, I can't exactly write about
something I've never seen before, now can I? Besides, I'm more of a visual
learner you know. I like pictures and diagrams."
"Maybe the school library, isn't the best place for
that kind of learning." I said worried someone would see and report us.
"Hmm, maybe you're right," she said, then closing
her browser down, just as someone walked behind us.
"Tell you what, why don't you come around to mine
tonight and we can study then."
Oh my god, Madison had just invited me to her house. Her
actual house! The place where she lived. Be cool, be cool I recited in my head.
"Sure, I can do that."
"Great, here's my address."
Madison wrote her address on the back page of my notebook.
"See you at six?"
"It's a date. I mean not a date date. A study date. Oh
boy, I'm doing it again."
"Uh huh," Madison said, amused by my awkwardness.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it, it's kinda adorable. Anyway,
I'll catch you later."
As I watched Madison walk away, I did everything I could to
suppress my excitement. As soon as she left the library, I punched the air
triumphantly, eliciting some strange looks from the other library users.
I couldn't believe it; I was actually going to Madison's
house. I know it's not an actual date, but it's gotta count for something
right? and then there was that last remark, she called me adorable. Needless to
say, I was on cloud nine from this point forward.
As soon as school finished, I hurried home to get ready. I
took a shower, then empty my closet and threw all my clothes on to my bed.
What should I wear? It should probably be a little bit
smart, I thought, then cleared my old t-shirts from the bed. I was left with a
check shirt and one of my newer t-shirts. I couldn't decide on which one, so I
thought I'd wear them both.
I practically choked myself with deodorant, then got
dressed. Once I was ready, I kinda sat there on my bed, willing time to go
faster. I didn't want to be too early, or late in case it made a bad
impression.
It was coming up to five thirty. This was it, I'm leaving
now I told myself. I grabbed my school bag and headed downstairs.
I went into the living room, to tell my folks I'd be going
out.
"You look nice," my mom said.
"Thanks."
"So, where are you off too then?" my dad asked.
"I've got a study session with a friend,"
"A 'Girl' friend?" my mom asked.
"Mom!" I whined.
"Well, I hope he didn't get dressed up like that for
Ethan." My dad added.
"Dad!" I whined again.
"Yes, if you must know the friend is a girl, but she's
not my girlfriend."
"Is she pretty?"
"Mom!"
"What? I'm just asking."
"Yes, mom. She is pretty." I replied, somewhat
exhausted by this conversation.
"Are you going to ask her out?" My dad chipped in.
"We're not having this conversation."
"What? Can your parents not take an interest in their
son's life now," My dad protested.
I sighed heavily.
"Maybe, I don't know yet."
My parents looked at each other.
"Aww, our little boy is all grown up." My mom said
in a somewhat cutesy yet mocking way.
That was my cue to leave.
As I closed the living room door, my dad shouted out.
"Don't forget to use protection!"
The last thing I heard as I left the house, was my mom
scolding my dad for being so crass.
I literally felt my eyes roll in my head. Parents!
With Madison's address etched in my mind, I set off.
Fortunately, she didn't live too far away.
I approached what I thought was her house, double checking
the house number against my notebook. This was it. I walked down the ornate
garden path until I reached the front door.
I could feel my heart begin to beat faster. I took a few
deep breaths and rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door opened. A large
thick-set man, with no neck answered the door.
"Yes," he said with a deep gravelly voice.
"I'm here to see Madison,"
He stood there looking directly at me and doing one hell of
a job of intimidating me.
"And you are?"
"Adam, Sir."
Madison made an appearance, squeezing in between him and the
door. She was wearing black skin tight leggings and a baggy white sweater, with
a monotone pattern on the front.
"Daddy, would you let him in already."
He stood aside and let me pass.
"We've got an assignment to do." Madison added.
I followed Madison up the stairs, feeling her dad's eyes on
me the whole way.
"Sorry about my dad, he can be a bit intense.
Especially when it comes to boys."
"That was your dad? I thought he was the bouncer."
Madison laughed out loud.
"Well, here we are." Madison said and then opened
her bedroom door.
I took in the view. A double bed adorned with an elegant
black metal frame stood in the center, complemented by swirling patterns on the
head and footboards. Delicate fairy lights hung from the bed, casting a soft
glow. Adjacent to the bed, a desk held a sizeable mirror with pictures of
friends tucked into its corners. On the opposite side, two large wardrobes
completed the room's layout.
Madison jumped onto the bed, sat down, and crossed her legs.
I stared blankly around the room, wondering where I should
sit.
She could see me looking.
"It's okay, you can sit on the bed."
I dropped my bag to the floor and sat on the corner of the
bed.
"So, shall we get to it?"
"Yeah, sure."
Madison scrambled off the bed and grabbed her notebook, a
pencil and her study book from off her desk and quickly jumped back on the bed.
I reached into my bag and pulled out my stuff.
Madison had opened her study book and placed it on her bed.
I noticed she had opened it on a large diagram of the penis. She put the end of
her pencil in her mouth, and gently bit down on it. She looked at the diagram
intensely.
I opened my own study book and went straight to the vagina
diagram. Never in a million years did I expect to find myself sitting on my
crushes bed looking at diagrams of vaginas, while she looked at penises.
After ten minutes of quiet reading went by, Madison tried to
say something.
"Cou..." Madison began to say, then stopped
abruptly.
"No, never mind." She continued, talking to
herself.
"What?" I asked.
"No, I can't."
"Can't what?"
"Nothing, forget about it."
"What?" I asked again, trying to coax it out of
her.
"I... I was going to ask you something, but it doesn't
matter."
Now I had to know.
"It's okay, you can ask me anything."
Madison looked at me. I could see she wanted to say it. She
took a deep breath.
"Could I see it?"
"See what?" I replied, a little confused.
She pointed her pencil directly between my legs.
"You want to see my..."
Madison nodded her head.
"It's just, I've never seen one and I want to make sure
my report is, you know, accurate."
I looked at her in disbelief. Did she really just ask to see
my cock? I think she did.
Madison picked up on my hesitation.
"I mean, it's okay if you don't want too," she
said leaning over and touching my knee.
"But if you did, it would be our little secret. I won't
tell anyone. I swear it," she added, putting her hand over her heart.
I thought about it. Did I really want to do this? Could I
trust her? My conscience battled it out, it's Madison, you love Madison, you
would do anything for her. Do it, do it now. Show her you'd do anything for
her.
I took a deep breath.
"Okay, I'll do it, but this is just between us."
"Really?" Madison replied with a mixture of shock
and excitement.
"Yeah, If you really want me to."
"Oh thanks Adam, that would be amazing. You are
amazing!"
She called me amazing. I definitely have to do this now.
I stood up from the bed and turned to face her. I watched as
her eyes fixated on my crotch.
I reached down to my jeans and slowly began unbuttoning
them. I pulled my jeans down to my knees, revealing to Madison my navy-blue
boxer briefs.
I can't believe I was actually going to do this. Was I
crazy? I looked at Madison, who was patiently waiting for me to continue. I
grabbed my waist band and pulled my boxers down to reveal myself to her.
Madison's eyes widened.
"Oh wow!" She blurted out, then covering her mouth
with her hand.
She stared at it intently.
"It's so small, I mean compared to the ones I saw on
the internet earlier."
"Geez, thanks. Just what every boy wants to hear,"
I said, completed deflated by her comment.
"Sorry, I didn't mean you're small, I just meant,
it's... I mean it's cute, I like it."
"Keep digging there, Madison."
Madison's face turned red. It was nice though, to see someone
else falling over their words for a change.
"I'm so sorry. Here you are doing me a favor and I've
just insulted your manhood."
"You know the ones on the internet, are probably all
porn stars. They're not all that big in real life you know." I said
indignantly.
I was about to pull my boxers up, when Madison stopped me.
"Wait! Do you mind if I draw it?" She asked.
"Draw it?"
"Yeah, I'd like to draw it for the report."
"Well, if you think it would help."
Madison grabbed her pencil and quickly started to draw. I
watched as she drew an outline, then went over it, shading areas and smudging
it with her finger to get the right definition. When she was done, she flipped
her book around and showed me what she had done.
"What do you think?"
I looked at her drawing.
"It's... it's amazing."
Her drawing skills were something else. It was so lifelike,
so detailed. It reminded me of those old da Vinci drawings.
"Do you mind if I measure it?"
"Measure it?"
"Yeah, with a tape measure."
"What, so you can really laugh at me?"
"I won't, I promise."
"Well, as long as you promise, go on then."
Madison clambered off the bed again and grabbed one of those
fabric tape measures from her desk drawer.
She dropped to her knees in front of me and held it directly
below the thick tuft of my pubic hair. She was now close enough, that I could
feel her warm breath on the tip of my cock. My cock twitched, startling her.
"It moved! Was that me?"
"Yeah. It s just reacting to the attention you're
giving it."
"Sorry! I'll be quick."
She continued to measure.
"From base to tip is three and half inches," she
called out.
"And girth is one and a half," she added wrapping
the tape around the middle of my shaft.
She got up from the floor and reached for her notebook on
the bed and penciled in the figures next to her drawing.
She sat back on the bed and looked at her work and then back
at my crotch.
"Hmm," she pondered, repeatedly tapping her pencil
against her chin.
"What is it?"
"Um, um. Could I see it big, you know erect?"
Madison asked holding her hands apart, with her pencil now horizontal between
her teeth.
"Um, is not lamp. I can't just flip a switch and make
it bigger."
"Can't you think of something sexual, you know, that
turns you on?"
My mind went blank. No doubt too nervous to think where this
was heading.
"I can't think of anything right now, my mind has gone
blank."
"Hmm, well it moved it a bit when I gave it attention.
Should I try giving it some more attention?"
I couldn't help but be wowed, by how swiftly this had turned
from a visual presentation to a hands-on one.
"Yeah, I guess you could try." I said, knowing
full well she would achieve the 'Madison Effect'.
Madison leaned forward and stretched out her hand. It
hovered over it for a moment, before she plucked up the courage to touch it.
Her soft fingers brushed against it as she gripped it with
her hand. It was working and very quickly too. My cock sprang to life. Madison
watched as it quickly grew larger in her hand.
"Well, that didn't take long." She said in awe.
She moved her hand away as my cock got harder and strained
from my body, before eventually pointing upwards.
"That is so cool, how it did that. I mean look at it,
it's huge now. It's bigger than my hand," she said aligning her hand next
to it from the bottom of her palm to her fingertips.
Hearing her refer to it as huge this time, restored the
confidence in the size of my manhood.
Madison quickly took to her notebook again and began
sketching.
It felt weird standing there in front of Madison with a
raging hard on as she quickly sketched away. As before, when she was done, she
showed me. She had captured all the detail, the veins, the ridges. She was an
exceptional artist.
"Wow Madison, you're such an artist."
"Thanks, I've always liked to draw."
"It shows, you have quite the talent."
"Thanks, is it alright if I measure again."
"Sure, go for it."
Madison grabbed the tape measure again and held it from base
to tip.
"Wow, it's doubled in size. Seven inches."
She then measured the girth.
"Three inches."
She wrote the measurements in her book again. Before turning
her attention back to my cock.
"These things are so weird, but in a good way. I can't
believe they can just grow like that and it's so hard now. And what's with all
these peculiar ridges?"
Madison, filled with curiosity, was now actively handling my
erection, lifting it, pulling the skin back and forth, brushing her thumb
underneath it and tracing the ridges of the head.
"I red somewhere, that the shape of the head is an
evolutionary thing. Back in the early days of man. Men could just mate with
whoever they liked, you know. So when one man had sex with a woman and left his
ahem, 'deposit' to impregnate her, when the next man came along and had sex
with the same woman, when he sticks it in, the shape of the head scoops out the
previous guys stuff so he can replace it with his own, making it more likely
that he impregnates her."
Madison looked aghast.
"That is so gross," she said, shuddering slightly.
Despite just saying that however, Madison continued to play
with my cock, which was now starting to have an effect on me. I tried to manage
it by tensing and controlling my breathing.
"Madison, I think you should probably stop now."
She continued to be engrossed, ignoring what I was trying to
say and continuing to play.
"Madison... I'm gonna.... argh!"
It was too late, I broadsided her with three shots to her
chest.
"Oh, oh, oh!" She cried out, quickly letting go
and looking down to her chest.
"Oh my god Madison, I'm so sorry. You kept playing with
it and... and..."
"Adam, it's okay. It's my fault."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cum on you."
I felt the need to keep apologizing to her.
"So, this is the stuff then? The old baby making
juice." She said, taking it surprisingly well, then looking down at the
thick creamy colored substance clinging to her sweater.
"I should probably take this off."
Madison carefully removed her baggy sweater, as to not get
her hair tangled in the mess.
She was wearing a body-hugging vest underneath.
"I'm sure this stuff washes out, right?"
"Yeah, it should do."
"Well, I guess that's a first for me. I've never had a
boy cum on me before."
"And for me. I mean cumming on a girl, not having a boy
cum on me."
Madison laughed at me.
"You do get tongue tied a lot, don't you?"
I was about to reply, when Madison grabbed a tissue from her
desk and handed it to me.
"Sorry, here, you're oozing a little."
"Oh shit, sorry!" I said, taking the tissue from
her and dabbing the end of my cock.
"Hey Ad."
"Yeah," I replied.
"Thanks again for being a good sport about all of this.
I know I've kinda pushed the boundaries on this one, but you've definitely
helped satisfy my sexual curiosity... and of course helped with our
assignment."
"Don't mention it. Glad I could help you out."
Madison started to play with strands of her hair and
twisting it around her finger.
"Is there anything you want to go through? I know we've
spent a lot of time on your..."
She pointed at my crotch.
"Did you have any questions for me, that I could help
you out with?"
If I didn't know better, I think Madison was giving me an
in, a pass to ask to see some part of her. I knew I had to take my chance.
"Well, I showed you mine, so..."
"Ha, figures. I guess I can't exactly say no now, can
I?" She said with a cheeky wink.
Oh my god, oh my god. She's going to do it; she's actually
going to fucking do it. My heart went into overdrive. I was actually going to
see the most intimate part of Madison.
I had longed for this moment for so long. I could not
believe how my evening was going.
As I sat down on the corner of her bed, I found myself
gripping the bed post.
Madison reached to the waistband of her leggings, and peeled
them down her long smooth legs, before removing them completely and showing me
the soft pink panties, she was wearing.
As my heart raced faster, I gripped even tighter on to the
bed post.
She slipped her fingers inside her delicate underwear and
just before she pulled them down, she gave me a quick look, as if to say - are
you ready for this. In one sweeping movement, her underwear was round her
ankles.
My jaw dropped.
"So, what do you think?"
"It's... it's beautiful."
I didn't quite know how else to describe it.
She walked over to me, so I could see it better. Her mound
was shaven, but not completely hairless. The outline of her lips were visible.
It was everything I thought it would be and more.
"Do you want a closer look?"
I nodded emphatically.
Madison jumped up onto her bed, turned around to sit down
and parted her legs.
I sat there, just staring at it, as if I were in a trance.
Madison had really surprised me by how uninhibited she was.
"Do you want to draw it or something, for your report?"
Madison asked.
I fumbled for my notebook, not once taking my eyes off her.
Then blindly fished for my pencil.
I tried to put pencil to paper, but I couldn't. My hand was
shaking too much.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. Peachy."
I tried to draw again, this time breaking the pencil nib
completely.
"Um, my pencil broke," I announced.
"Oh, here, take mine."
Madison handed me her pencil and I tried again.
"Here, you probably want some detail."
With that, Madison put her fingers over her mound and parted
her lips.
I gulped loudly.
Now I could see everything, oh my god, could I see
everything. I still couldn't believe that Madison was showing me all of this.
I had given up trying to draw, I could barely engage my
brain at this point, let alone sketch out anything.
"Any questions?"
I had hundreds, but again, could I articulate them? Could I
Fuck.
"What's that?" I pointed at the small bump on the
front, like the proverbial village idiot.
"What?"
"That," I repeated, then leaned forward pointing,
my finger dangerously close to touching her.
Madison looked down to see where I was pointing, she
shuffled slightly and that's when it happened. My fingertip darted forward, and
I touched it.
"Whoa!" Madison cried out.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to that. Did I hurt you then?"
"No, it was nice. You just hit my clitoris."
"So that's what it was. So if I kept touching it, you
would have..."
"Oh yeah, big time."
"Do you touch it a lot?" I asked, then suddenly realizing
the personal nature of the question.
"Are you asking if I 'take care of myself'?"
"Sorry, you don't have to answer that."
"Do you?" She quickly countered.
At this point, given how much we had shared in such a short
space of time. It didn't make sense to hold back.
"Yeah, I do."
"So do I. I tend to do it the shower."
Madison was offering up a lot more information than I
expected.
"Me too." I added.
"I like to hold the shower head between my legs and
kind of ride the jets you know."
I'm so glad I had recently cum, because the image of Madison
in the shower, would have instantly made me cream my underwear.
My cock was so hard right now, it was painful.
"Do you wanna try it?"
"Huh?"
"Do you wanna try touching it again?"
I think I had just died and gone to heaven.
"Yes! I mean yes, okay." I said trying to compose
myself.
"Come closer then."
I shuffled closer to Madison, to the point where I was now
practically between her legs.
"Here, give me your hand."
I reached out my hand and Madison grabbed a hold of it.
"Just lightly rub here."
With that Madison pushed my fingers against her clitoris.
She gasped as my fingers made contact.
I started to rub my fingers over the raised bump.
After thirty seconds or so she moved my hand again. So, this
is the labia, and here is vagina, just push your finger in. I took my finger
and pushed it inside her. It was warm and wet, and the walls felt so soft and
spongy.
She gasped again as my finger entered her.
She pulled my finger out and placed it back on her clitoris.
"Just keep rubbing here, okay."
At this point Madison closed her eyes and bit her bottom
lip. After a few minutes of rubbing, I noticed my fingers getting wetter,
allowing my fingers to glide over the bump easier.
I started to go faster, and in return Madison started to
breathe heavier and faster.
"Don't stop Adam, don't you dare slow down
either."
I continued to rub at pace. Madison started to whimper
quietly, then her volume increased. Her face was turning pinker, her cheeks
rosier.
Then out of nowhere, she grabbed my hand and held it down
hard against her clitoris. I was unable to move my fingers, when Madison
snapped her legs closed. Her face scrunched up and she let out a labored moan.
My trapped hand could feel her body tremble.
"Oh, oh, oh, Umm, Oh my god!"
She exhaled deeply, pushing the air out between her pursed
lips.
"Did you just..." I asked.
With her head back and eyes still closed, she slowly nodded
her head.
I had given a girl an orgasm. A first for me, and one more
thing off my bucket list.
Madison's body began to relax again, and I felt her grip
loosen around my hand. When I removed my hand, my fingers were slick with her
arousal. I rubbed the residue between my fingers until it dried up.
"I'm so sorry Ad, but all this studying, I'm not gonna
lie, has really turned me on big time. I so needed that release. God, you must
think I'm a right hoe."
"Absolutely not, I would never think of you as that. I
mean I get it; everyone needs a release; I know I do." I replied,
awkwardly shuffling my legs.
"Do you need a helping hand with that?"
Madison didn't wait for me to answer.
"Come on, one good turn deserves another and all that.
Slide back on the bed and lie down."
I did as I was told, laying back and looking up at the
ceiling. Then next thing I knew, Madison had climbed on to my legs and sat down
just over my knees. She started to unbutton my jeans and tugging them down a
bit, before pulling down the front of my underwear. My cock sprang out.
"Whoa, this guy definitely needs attention."
I felt Madison's warm hand grip around my aching cock.
"God, this feels so hard. Does it hurt when it's like
this?"
"It can be a bit uncomfortable."
"I bet."
"So, how am I doing this exactly?"
I reached down and put my hand over hers and mimicked a
jerk.
"Just keep doing this."
I moved my hand away, and Madison took over, proceeded to
jerk me off. This felt Amazing! Oh my god, did this feel good. She was so good
at it as well, not too fast, not too tight. She was a natural.
"Is this okay?" She asked, bouncing on my legs as
she jerked away.
"Yeah, that's good."
My head was spinning. I was lying down on Madison's bed as
she jerked me, with the added bonus, that she was naked from the waist down. We
were so close to having actual sex, it was just so unreal.
I could feel the pleasure starting to build up. This time, I
clearly tried to warn Madison.
"Mads, I'm close okay, just so you know." I
uttered between my labored breath.
"Okay Ad, message received this time."
Madison continued to pump away. It was my turn to breathe
heavily now. The feeling kept building and building. I tried to hold it back, I
wanted this to go on forever.
"Uh, uh, ah!" I cried out, my body hunched.
Madison kept going, but this time placed one hand directly
above my cock. My cum shot up wards into the palm of her hand several times.
"Jesus, Jesus, oh my god Madison, Ah!. Stop, stop, that
feels too good, I can't take any more."
The feeling was incredible and the orgasm so intense, my
body physically couldn't cope with her touch any longer.
Madison slowed down to an eventual stop.
I leaned up to look at Madison. She was holding her hand
open, with a pool of my cum in it.
"Bloody hell, no wonder boys are stronger than girls,
my bicep had quite the workout then," she joked.
I smiled at her and laughed, before resting my head back
down on the bed.
"That was incredible." I uttered.
"Really?"
"Yeah, your technique is..."
I performed a chef's kiss.
Madison seemed pleased with the compliment.
"Cool, my first hand job and I aced it. Nice."
Madison climbed off me and went to the desk and grabbed a
handful of tissues and wiped her palm down.
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The teacher sat there, just staring outward from his desk.
He wore a look that said he didn't want to be here anymore than we did.
The classroom itself was virtually empty. It was just me and
one other student.
It was a girl called Madison and she was sitting on the far
end of the table, opposite me.
I could see she was busy writing away on a piece of paper,
prompting me to glance down at the piece of paper in front of me. I appeared to
have written down 'I love Madison' at least a hundred times.
The teacher stood up abruptly, the screech of his chair as
it slid backwards against the floor, forced me to look up from my declaration
of love for Madison.
"I'm going for a smoke, you two finish your
lines."
With that, he left the room and slammed the door closed
behind him. The noise echoed around the empty room.
I looked across to Madison, who was now looking back at me
smiling. I returned her smile with one of my own, when suddenly she stood up.
I watched as she approached, standing over me briefly, her
gaze alternating between my paper and me. As I prepared to speak, she
gracefully lifted her leg and seamlessly positioned herself between me and the
desk. With a confident move, she settled on my lap, facing me and assuming a
straddling position.
She began to gently grind on my lap, before touching the
sides of my face, with her soft delicate hands.
"Oh Adam! I want you so badly," she cried out,
before starting to kiss me passionately.
That's when she started to moan out my name.
"Umm Adam, Adam, Adam."
It was then I noticed the sound of her voice begin to
change, it wasn't this soft seductive voice anymore, but more of a louder,
persistent shouting.
"Adam! Adam!"
Madison faded away in front of me.
"Adam! It s time to get up, you'll be late for
school," a different, yet familiar voice called out.
A chill swept over me as the duvet was abruptly pulled away.
It was fortunate this time, that I wore underwear to bed.
"Mom!" I cried back, then curled into a ball to
keep warm.
"Don't Mom me, I'm not your personal alarm clock. Now
go get ready, and for god's sake, open a window, it stinks in here."
I waited for her to leave the room, before slowly uncurling
myself. She had just interrupted one of my favorite dreams about Madison, it
was the one where we were stuck in detention, and we were just about to get to
the best bit.
I got up from my bed, yawned, stretched and then scratched.
It was then I realized, I was pitching an almighty tent in my underwear. Glad
mom didn't see that! I thought to myself.
Like a zombie, I staggered to the bathroom slowly. Sliding
the shower door open, I turned on the taps and removed my underwear to reveal
what I had now began to refer to as the 'Madison Effect'.
I jumped into the shower and let the water run over my face.
As I relaxed under its warm embrace, my mind drifted back to Madison. She was
perfect, she was pretty, she had a great body, and she was smart to boot. She
ticked all my boxes, and I was crushing on her big time.
It wasn't just the way she looked, sure she had beautiful
long blonde hair that hugged her shoulders, a smile that could melt anyone's
heart and eyes that sparkled like a mountain lake, but it was her smell, she
always had this amazing floral scent, like an English garden.
Before I knew it, I had started to fantasies again. I
grabbed onto my raging boner and started to jerk off. My horny teenage mind,
starting to peel off the layers of her clothing, imagining what her body would
look like underneath.
It didn't take me long to reach the point of no return. I
held my swollen cock and did my best to angle it down towards the drain, which
in itself was a challenge given the intensity of my arousal. I shot my load and
watched the evidence disappear.
Feeling slightly more awake, I continued to get ready for
school. Not that I would ever thank her, but thanks to my mom's morning wakeup,
I just managed to make the school bus on time.
As I boarded the bus, that's when I noticed her - my
beautiful Madison, seated in the front row. I couldn't help but smile at her to
which she reciprocated. Walking past her, I caught a delightful whiff of that
incredible floral scent, a fragrance that seemed to lift me up.
A few rows behind her, my best friend Ethan had, as usual,
reserved a seat for me. I settled in next to him, my attention divided as I
found it hard to tear my eyes away from Madison.
"Dude, you are so obvious," he said.
"What?"
"You're giving off all sorts of creepy stalker
vibes."
"I am?"
"Yes, relax, play it cool," he suggested, as if he
held the secrets to understanding all women.
"Like you're the expert," I rebuked.
"Excuse me, how many girls have you been with? That's
right zero, whereas I have kissed one."
"It doesn't count if she's your cousin Eth."
"It does too."
Ethan and I bantered back and forth like this until we
reached school.
The first thing we did was head to our lockers to grab our
stuff for the upcoming lesson. As we collected our books, Ethan began
discussing our plans for the weekend. In the midst of our conversation, Madison
strolled past, gracing me with a quick sideways glance and a smile,
effortlessly tucking her hair behind her ear. At this point, I had completely
stopped listening to Ethan and I only had eyes for her.
"So, how about it?" Ethan asked, nudging me and
snapping me out of my trance.
"How about what?" I responded, somewhat confused.
"Were you even listening to me?"
"Yeah, of course I was, but I just saw her."
"Dude, you've got it bad."
"I know, but she's perfect."
"Okay, if you say so."
"What? You don't think she's perfect?" I said
defensively, ready to defend my beloved Madison.
"She's alright, I guess. She's no Charlotte
though," Ethan said, tilting his head towards the girl at the end of the
lockers. Charlotte, head cheerleader, had all the boys chasing after her.
"Please, Charlotte is just a walking pair of tits, she
doesn't have a patch on Madison."
I audibly swooned.
"I can live with a walking pair of tits," Ethan
then said smirking.
"I bet you can, now let's get moving our we'll be late
for class."
Our first lesson was Biology. As we entered the classroom,
we were immediately taken aback.
Instead of the usual freedom to sit where we wanted, each
seat had a name card in front of it. We all looked at each other at first,
wondering what the hell was going on, before scanning the rows to look for our
name and going along with it.
It soon became apparent, that the seats were arranged in a
way that every boy sat next to a girl.
As I sat down in my allotted seat, I caught the scent of a
very familiar fragrance. My whole body reacted to it and that's when she sat
down next to me. I was now sitting next to Madison. This day just got a whole
lot better.
I pulled out my notebook and pen, and then watched as
Madison did the same. Her things were so neat, and she was so organized, unlike
me, where the corners of my notebook were all curled up from being haphazardly
stuffed in my bag.
"Okay, now that you're all settled." Mrs.
Wrentmore announced at the front of the classroom.
The class turned to fixate on the middle-aged woman, dressed
in the long tan skirt and cream colored cardigan at the front of the room.
"Today, we're going to talk about Sex! Yes, that's
right, get your giggles out of the way now, because this is serious
class." She said, pacing up and down the length of the classroom.
"Today's lesson will be split into Two parts," she
said emphasizing the word two, then pausing for a moment.
"Part one - Sexual Health," she said holding up
one finger in the air, "and part two Reproduction." she followed with
a second finger, inadvertently making the sign for peace.
"So, let's get started, shall we." Mrs. Wrentmore
said clapping her hands together.
"The CDC state that 78% of you, by the time you've
reached the age of twenty would have had your first sexual experience."
The class watched as she walked over to a drawer in the
corner of the room.
"So, in all likelihood, some of you, as you're all
eighteen by now, have most likely had one. You're all technically adults, so no
judgement there, but if you have, I hope you were all being responsible."
The class started looking around at each other, no doubt
mentally working out who were the ones most likely to be having sex.
Mrs. Wrentmore pulled a bag from the drawer and walked to
the end of the first row of desks.
"As such, the school health board and the student body,
have authorized me to hand out and make available to you these."
She held up the bag for all to see.
"No, they are not free balloons, but condoms. Designed
to keep you safe from STD and of course, unwanted pregnancies."
She handed out a few to the person sitting at the end of the
desk.
"Please pass these on to all the boys on the row,"
she asked the girl sitting closest to her.
The condoms were passed down, one by one, until each boy on
the row had one.
Mrs. Wrentmore repeated the process, moving down each row in
the classroom. When she reached my row, Madison handed me a condom, giving me a
quick once-over that left me blushing, as if she were playfully imagining what
I'd have to do with it.
"I am giving these out to the boys, because it is Your
responsibility to wear protection, not your partners."
She went on to talk about the rise in STD and how we should
all be practicing safe sex. This pretty much covered part one of her lesson
plan.
"Now that part one is concluded. I hope you've all
learnt something valuable and that if you are sexually active, you continue to
be safe. Now on to part two."
She returned back to the front of the class and began
talking about reproduction, the differences between males and females. We sat
there listening and looking at diagrams in our text books.
There wasn't much time left to the lesson, when Mrs.
Wrentmore announced what the assignment would be.
"Now, I bet you're all wondering, why I sat you all in
this order. Well wonder no more, class! Your assignment is to work with the
person next to you, and here's the twist."
She paused for dramatic effect.
"In an effort to foster a greater understanding of the
opposite sex, which I think is incredibly important. Boy's you will write a
report on the girls reproductive system and girls you will write a report on
the boys, then when you've done your individual assignments, you will then need
to work together, to combine your new found knowledge into a report."
The class was somewhat stunned by this, with each of us
looking at the person sitting next to us.
Madison and I exchanged looks with each other.
"I guess we're working together then," she said,
tucking her hair behind her ear again.
I wanted to sound cool, but all I could say was,
"yeah."
"Do you want to meet up in the library later to
prep?" Madison asked.
"Sure, yes, that would be great." I replied
sounding a little bit too eager.
"Okay, I'll see you there."
She stood up and smiled at me once more and left with one of
her friends. I could see them whispering amongst themselves, when just before
they left the classroom, she looked back at me and gave me another one of her
dazzling smiles.
I was dumbstruck, I actually had a conversation with
Madison, and not only that I get to work with her too. I'm not sure how
comfortable I'll be with the subject matter, but hey, I get to spend time with
the marvelous Madison, so who cares.
I met up with Ethan, and he could tell how excited I was to
be working with Madison.
"Right, don't mess this up man. This is the perfect
opportunity to ask her out."
"I can't, what if she says no?"
"Then at least you know."
"I can't."
"Yes you can. It's time dude, it's been like five
years. You got this."
I mulled over Ethan's encouragement; he was right of course.
It had been five years, and I had done absolutely nothing about it. Was this my
chance?
After our lessons had finished, I left Ethan to go find
Madison in the school library. As I pushed open the door, the smell of old
books was over powering. I walked past the front desk and headed towards the
study area. I couldn't see any sign of Madison, so I started to look up and
down the book aisles, in case she was there.
I headed to the science section, the most probable place to
find her given the assignment. I passed through Physics, then Chemistry before
finally reaching Biology. Bingo! There she was. When she saw me, she gave a
little wave, and I approached her.
"Hey."
"Hey, so what are you looking at, books?" I
responded, cringing internally. Books! Of course, books, you Tool! We're in a
bloody library.
"Yep, lots of books here," she said, smiling to
herself as she skimmed through a page in the book she was holding.
Slowly but surely, I was reaching peak nervousness, and it
started to show. When nervousness shows, awkwardness isn't far behind.
"Sorry, it was a stupid thing to say. Of course, it's
books," I replied.
"I'm Adam," I said.
"I know who you are, silly! We've been in the same
class for like five years."
"Sorry, of course you do," I said, my face turning
bright red.
I then tried to recover from my complete lack of cool by
leaning against the bookshelf. With my arm outstretched, I placed my hand and
subsequently my weight on a row of books. It soon became apparent that there
was no backing to the shelf holding the books in place. As a result, they all
tumbled off the shelf onto the floor on the other side of the next aisle down,
causing me to stumble into the bookshelf itself, humiliating myself further.
I quickly pulled myself back and tried to compose myself.
"Are you okay?" Madison asked, touching the side
of my arm.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little..."
"Just a little what?"
"Nothing, it's okay. So, what are we reading?" I
said, keen to change the subject after making a complete tit of myself.
"Well, I've found these books."
Madison handed me a book to hold, but I didn't quite grab it
properly, and it slipped out of my hand. Instinctively, we both reached down to
catch it, causing us to bump heads.
"Oww!" Madison cried out.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry."
As if things weren't going well already, my meeting with
Madison was practically slapstick at this point. Please, Lord, just strike me
down now and put me out of this misery.
"It's okay. Guess we're both to blame for that one.
Let's go sit down, in case we hurt each other again," she joked.
We went over to the study area and sat down next to each
other at a desk, placing our books in front of us.
"So, where do we start?" I asked nervously.
"Well, I guess I'm starting with the penis,"
Madison replied, with a little wink.
"In that case, I'll start with your vagina, I mean the
vagina. Sorry not yours, not that there's anything wrong with your vagina, I'm
guessing, not that I've seen your vagina. Oh boy."
I wanted to cram my fist into my mouth to stop myself, I had
said the word vagina way too many times in one sentence.
At this point, I had turned into what could only be
described as a violent shade of red.
Madison looked at me and burst out laughing.
"You are so funny, you just dig yourself into all these
little holes."
"Yeah, it's quite the gift I've got. I think they call
it foot-in-mouth disease."
Madison laughed again. She had such a melodic laugh; I could
have listened to it all day.
"Let's just start reading shall we, then we'll compare
notes."
I nodded my head in agreement, in fear that I might say
something stupid again.
We red through our biology books in silence for the next ten
minutes, when Madison declared she was bored of reading.
She propped up her book, brought out her phone, and hid it
behind the upright book.
It looked as though; she was scrolling through pictures. It
took me a moment to realize what she was looking at. Madison was busy scrolling
through a photo gallery of men s cocks.
Well this was certainly a side to Madison I didn't expect to
see.
"Um, what are you doing?" I whispered.
"I'm just curious, I can't exactly write about
something I've never seen before, now can I? Besides, I'm more of a visual
learner you know. I like pictures and diagrams."
"Maybe the school library, isn't the best place for
that kind of learning." I said worried someone would see and report us.
"Hmm, maybe you're right," she said, then closing
her browser down, just as someone walked behind us.
"Tell you what, why don't you come around to mine
tonight and we can study then."
Oh my god, Madison had just invited me to her house. Her
actual house! The place where she lived. Be cool, be cool I recited in my head.
"Sure, I can do that."
"Great, here's my address."
Madison wrote her address on the back page of my notebook.
"See you at six?"
"It's a date. I mean not a date date. A study date. Oh
boy, I'm doing it again."
"Uh huh," Madison said, amused by my awkwardness.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it, it's kinda adorable. Anyway,
I'll catch you later."
As I watched Madison walk away, I did everything I could to
suppress my excitement. As soon as she left the library, I punched the air
triumphantly, eliciting some strange looks from the other library users.
I couldn't believe it; I was actually going to Madison's
house. I know it's not an actual date, but it's gotta count for something
right? and then there was that last remark, she called me adorable. Needless to
say, I was on cloud nine from this point forward.
As soon as school finished, I hurried home to get ready. I
took a shower, then empty my closet and threw all my clothes on to my bed.
What should I wear? It should probably be a little bit
smart, I thought, then cleared my old t-shirts from the bed. I was left with a
check shirt and one of my newer t-shirts. I couldn't decide on which one, so I
thought I'd wear them both.
I practically choked myself with deodorant, then got
dressed. Once I was ready, I kinda sat there on my bed, willing time to go
faster. I didn't want to be too early, or late in case it made a bad
impression.
It was coming up to five thirty. This was it, I'm leaving
now I told myself. I grabbed my school bag and headed downstairs.
I went into the living room, to tell my folks I'd be going
out.
"You look nice," my mom said.
"Thanks."
"So, where are you off too then?" my dad asked.
"I've got a study session with a friend,"
"A 'Girl' friend?" my mom asked.
"Mom!" I whined.
"Well, I hope he didn't get dressed up like that for
Ethan." My dad added.
"Dad!" I whined again.
"Yes, if you must know the friend is a girl, but she's
not my girlfriend."
"Is she pretty?"
"Mom!"
"What? I'm just asking."
"Yes, mom. She is pretty." I replied, somewhat
exhausted by this conversation.
"Are you going to ask her out?" My dad chipped in.
"We're not having this conversation."
"What? Can your parents not take an interest in their
son's life now," My dad protested.
I sighed heavily.
"Maybe, I don't know yet."
My parents looked at each other.
"Aww, our little boy is all grown up." My mom said
in a somewhat cutesy yet mocking way.
That was my cue to leave.
As I closed the living room door, my dad shouted out.
"Don't forget to use protection!"
The last thing I heard as I left the house, was my mom
scolding my dad for being so crass.
I literally felt my eyes roll in my head. Parents!
With Madison's address etched in my mind, I set off.
Fortunately, she didn't live too far away.
I approached what I thought was her house, double checking
the house number against my notebook. This was it. I walked down the ornate
garden path until I reached the front door.
I could feel my heart begin to beat faster. I took a few
deep breaths and rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door opened. A large
thick-set man, with no neck answered the door.
"Yes," he said with a deep gravelly voice.
"I'm here to see Madison,"
He stood there looking directly at me and doing one hell of
a job of intimidating me.
"And you are?"
"Adam, Sir."
Madison made an appearance, squeezing in between him and the
door. She was wearing black skin tight leggings and a baggy white sweater, with
a monotone pattern on the front.
"Daddy, would you let him in already."
He stood aside and let me pass.
"We've got an assignment to do." Madison added.
I followed Madison up the stairs, feeling her dad's eyes on
me the whole way.
"Sorry about my dad, he can be a bit intense.
Especially when it comes to boys."
"That was your dad? I thought he was the bouncer."
Madison laughed out loud.
"Well, here we are." Madison said and then opened
her bedroom door.
I took in the view. A double bed adorned with an elegant
black metal frame stood in the center, complemented by swirling patterns on the
head and footboards. Delicate fairy lights hung from the bed, casting a soft
glow. Adjacent to the bed, a desk held a sizeable mirror with pictures of
friends tucked into its corners. On the opposite side, two large wardrobes
completed the room's layout.
Madison jumped onto the bed, sat down, and crossed her legs.
I stared blankly around the room, wondering where I should
sit.
She could see me looking.
"It's okay, you can sit on the bed."
I dropped my bag to the floor and sat on the corner of the
bed.
"So, shall we get to it?"
"Yeah, sure."
Madison scrambled off the bed and grabbed her notebook, a
pencil and her study book from off her desk and quickly jumped back on the bed.
I reached into my bag and pulled out my stuff.
Madison had opened her study book and placed it on her bed.
I noticed she had opened it on a large diagram of the penis. She put the end of
her pencil in her mouth, and gently bit down on it. She looked at the diagram
intensely.
I opened my own study book and went straight to the vagina
diagram. Never in a million years did I expect to find myself sitting on my
crushes bed looking at diagrams of vaginas, while she looked at penises.
After ten minutes of quiet reading went by, Madison tried to
say something.
"Cou..." Madison began to say, then stopped
abruptly.
"No, never mind." She continued, talking to
herself.
"What?" I asked.
"No, I can't."
"Can't what?"
"Nothing, forget about it."
"What?" I asked again, trying to coax it out of
her.
"I... I was going to ask you something, but it doesn't
matter."
Now I had to know.
"It's okay, you can ask me anything."
Madison looked at me. I could see she wanted to say it. She
took a deep breath.
"Could I see it?"
"See what?" I replied, a little confused.
She pointed her pencil directly between my legs.
"You want to see my..."
Madison nodded her head.
"It's just, I've never seen one and I want to make sure
my report is, you know, accurate."
I looked at her in disbelief. Did she really just ask to see
my cock? I think she did.
Madison picked up on my hesitation.
"I mean, it's okay if you don't want too," she
said leaning over and touching my knee.
"But if you did, it would be our little secret. I won't
tell anyone. I swear it," she added, putting her hand over her heart.
I thought about it. Did I really want to do this? Could I
trust her? My conscience battled it out, it's Madison, you love Madison, you
would do anything for her. Do it, do it now. Show her you'd do anything for
her.
I took a deep breath.
"Okay, I'll do it, but this is just between us."
"Really?" Madison replied with a mixture of shock
and excitement.
"Yeah, If you really want me to."
"Oh thanks Adam, that would be amazing. You are
amazing!"
She called me amazing. I definitely have to do this now.
I stood up from the bed and turned to face her. I watched as
her eyes fixated on my crotch.
I reached down to my jeans and slowly began unbuttoning
them. I pulled my jeans down to my knees, revealing to Madison my navy-blue
boxer briefs.
I can't believe I was actually going to do this. Was I
crazy? I looked at Madison, who was patiently waiting for me to continue. I
grabbed my waist band and pulled my boxers down to reveal myself to her.
Madison's eyes widened.
"Oh wow!" She blurted out, then covering her mouth
with her hand.
She stared at it intently.
"It's so small, I mean compared to the ones I saw on
the internet earlier."
"Geez, thanks. Just what every boy wants to hear,"
I said, completed deflated by her comment.
"Sorry, I didn't mean you're small, I just meant,
it's... I mean it's cute, I like it."
"Keep digging there, Madison."
Madison's face turned red. It was nice though, to see someone
else falling over their words for a change.
"I'm so sorry. Here you are doing me a favor and I've
just insulted your manhood."
"You know the ones on the internet, are probably all
porn stars. They're not all that big in real life you know." I said
indignantly.
I was about to pull my boxers up, when Madison stopped me.
"Wait! Do you mind if I draw it?" She asked.
"Draw it?"
"Yeah, I'd like to draw it for the report."
"Well, if you think it would help."
Madison grabbed her pencil and quickly started to draw. I
watched as she drew an outline, then went over it, shading areas and smudging
it with her finger to get the right definition. When she was done, she flipped
her book around and showed me what she had done.
"What do you think?"
I looked at her drawing.
"It's... it's amazing."
Her drawing skills were something else. It was so lifelike,
so detailed. It reminded me of those old da Vinci drawings.
"Do you mind if I measure it?"
"Measure it?"
"Yeah, with a tape measure."
"What, so you can really laugh at me?"
"I won't, I promise."
"Well, as long as you promise, go on then."
Madison clambered off the bed again and grabbed one of those
fabric tape measures from her desk drawer.
She dropped to her knees in front of me and held it directly
below the thick tuft of my pubic hair. She was now close enough, that I could
feel her warm breath on the tip of my cock. My cock twitched, startling her.
"It moved! Was that me?"
"Yeah. It s just reacting to the attention you're
giving it."
"Sorry! I'll be quick."
She continued to measure.
"From base to tip is three and half inches," she
called out.
"And girth is one and a half," she added wrapping
the tape around the middle of my shaft.
She got up from the floor and reached for her notebook on
the bed and penciled in the figures next to her drawing.
She sat back on the bed and looked at her work and then back
at my crotch.
"Hmm," she pondered, repeatedly tapping her pencil
against her chin.
"What is it?"
"Um, um. Could I see it big, you know erect?"
Madison asked holding her hands apart, with her pencil now horizontal between
her teeth.
"Um, is not lamp. I can't just flip a switch and make
it bigger."
"Can't you think of something sexual, you know, that
turns you on?"
My mind went blank. No doubt too nervous to think where this
was heading.
"I can't think of anything right now, my mind has gone
blank."
"Hmm, well it moved it a bit when I gave it attention.
Should I try giving it some more attention?"
I couldn't help but be wowed, by how swiftly this had turned
from a visual presentation to a hands-on one.
"Yeah, I guess you could try." I said, knowing
full well she would achieve the 'Madison Effect'.
Madison leaned forward and stretched out her hand. It
hovered over it for a moment, before she plucked up the courage to touch it.
Her soft fingers brushed against it as she gripped it with
her hand. It was working and very quickly too. My cock sprang to life. Madison
watched as it quickly grew larger in her hand.
"Well, that didn't take long." She said in awe.
She moved her hand away as my cock got harder and strained
from my body, before eventually pointing upwards.
"That is so cool, how it did that. I mean look at it,
it's huge now. It's bigger than my hand," she said aligning her hand next
to it from the bottom of her palm to her fingertips.
Hearing her refer to it as huge this time, restored the
confidence in the size of my manhood.
Madison quickly took to her notebook again and began
sketching.
It felt weird standing there in front of Madison with a
raging hard on as she quickly sketched away. As before, when she was done, she
showed me. She had captured all the detail, the veins, the ridges. She was an
exceptional artist.
"Wow Madison, you're such an artist."
"Thanks, I've always liked to draw."
"It shows, you have quite the talent."
"Thanks, is it alright if I measure again."
"Sure, go for it."
Madison grabbed the tape measure again and held it from base
to tip.
"Wow, it's doubled in size. Seven inches."
She then measured the girth.
"Three inches."
She wrote the measurements in her book again. Before turning
her attention back to my cock.
"These things are so weird, but in a good way. I can't
believe they can just grow like that and it's so hard now. And what's with all
these peculiar ridges?"
Madison, filled with curiosity, was now actively handling my
erection, lifting it, pulling the skin back and forth, brushing her thumb
underneath it and tracing the ridges of the head.
"I red somewhere, that the shape of the head is an
evolutionary thing. Back in the early days of man. Men could just mate with
whoever they liked, you know. So when one man had sex with a woman and left his
ahem, 'deposit' to impregnate her, when the next man came along and had sex
with the same woman, when he sticks it in, the shape of the head scoops out the
previous guys stuff so he can replace it with his own, making it more likely
that he impregnates her."
Madison looked aghast.
"That is so gross," she said, shuddering slightly.
Despite just saying that however, Madison continued to play
with my cock, which was now starting to have an effect on me. I tried to manage
it by tensing and controlling my breathing.
"Madison, I think you should probably stop now."
She continued to be engrossed, ignoring what I was trying to
say and continuing to play.
"Madison... I'm gonna.... argh!"
It was too late, I broadsided her with three shots to her
chest.
"Oh, oh, oh!" She cried out, quickly letting go
and looking down to her chest.
"Oh my god Madison, I'm so sorry. You kept playing with
it and... and..."
"Adam, it's okay. It's my fault."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cum on you."
I felt the need to keep apologizing to her.
"So, this is the stuff then? The old baby making
juice." She said, taking it surprisingly well, then looking down at the
thick creamy colored substance clinging to her sweater.
"I should probably take this off."
Madison carefully removed her baggy sweater, as to not get
her hair tangled in the mess.
She was wearing a body-hugging vest underneath.
"I'm sure this stuff washes out, right?"
"Yeah, it should do."
"Well, I guess that's a first for me. I've never had a
boy cum on me before."
"And for me. I mean cumming on a girl, not having a boy
cum on me."
Madison laughed at me.
"You do get tongue tied a lot, don't you?"
I was about to reply, when Madison grabbed a tissue from her
desk and handed it to me.
"Sorry, here, you're oozing a little."
"Oh shit, sorry!" I said, taking the tissue from
her and dabbing the end of my cock.
"Hey Ad."
"Yeah," I replied.
"Thanks again for being a good sport about all of this.
I know I've kinda pushed the boundaries on this one, but you've definitely
helped satisfy my sexual curiosity... and of course helped with our
assignment."
"Don't mention it. Glad I could help you out."
Madison started to play with strands of her hair and
twisting it around her finger.
"Is there anything you want to go through? I know we've
spent a lot of time on your..."
She pointed at my crotch.
"Did you have any questions for me, that I could help
you out with?"
If I didn't know better, I think Madison was giving me an
in, a pass to ask to see some part of her. I knew I had to take my chance.
"Well, I showed you mine, so..."
"Ha, figures. I guess I can't exactly say no now, can
I?" She said with a cheeky wink.
Oh my god, oh my god. She's going to do it; she's actually
going to fucking do it. My heart went into overdrive. I was actually going to
see the most intimate part of Madison.
I had longed for this moment for so long. I could not
believe how my evening was going.
As I sat down on the corner of her bed, I found myself
gripping the bed post.
Madison reached to the waistband of her leggings, and peeled
them down her long smooth legs, before removing them completely and showing me
the soft pink panties, she was wearing.
As my heart raced faster, I gripped even tighter on to the
bed post.
She slipped her fingers inside her delicate underwear and
just before she pulled them down, she gave me a quick look, as if to say - are
you ready for this. In one sweeping movement, her underwear was round her
ankles.
My jaw dropped.
"So, what do you think?"
"It's... it's beautiful."
I didn't quite know how else to describe it.
She walked over to me, so I could see it better. Her mound
was shaven, but not completely hairless. The outline of her lips were visible.
It was everything I thought it would be and more.
"Do you want a closer look?"
I nodded emphatically.
Madison jumped up onto her bed, turned around to sit down
and parted her legs.
I sat there, just staring at it, as if I were in a trance.
Madison had really surprised me by how uninhibited she was.
"Do you want to draw it or something, for your report?"
Madison asked.
I fumbled for my notebook, not once taking my eyes off her.
Then blindly fished for my pencil.
I tried to put pencil to paper, but I couldn't. My hand was
shaking too much.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. Peachy."
I tried to draw again, this time breaking the pencil nib
completely.
"Um, my pencil broke," I announced.
"Oh, here, take mine."
Madison handed me her pencil and I tried again.
"Here, you probably want some detail."
With that, Madison put her fingers over her mound and parted
her lips.
I gulped loudly.
Now I could see everything, oh my god, could I see
everything. I still couldn't believe that Madison was showing me all of this.
I had given up trying to draw, I could barely engage my
brain at this point, let alone sketch out anything.
"Any questions?"
I had hundreds, but again, could I articulate them? Could I
Fuck.
"What's that?" I pointed at the small bump on the
front, like the proverbial village idiot.
"What?"
"That," I repeated, then leaned forward pointing,
my finger dangerously close to touching her.
Madison looked down to see where I was pointing, she
shuffled slightly and that's when it happened. My fingertip darted forward, and
I touched it.
"Whoa!" Madison cried out.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to that. Did I hurt you then?"
"No, it was nice. You just hit my clitoris."
"So that's what it was. So if I kept touching it, you
would have..."
"Oh yeah, big time."
"Do you touch it a lot?" I asked, then suddenly realizing
the personal nature of the question.
"Are you asking if I 'take care of myself'?"
"Sorry, you don't have to answer that."
"Do you?" She quickly countered.
At this point, given how much we had shared in such a short
space of time. It didn't make sense to hold back.
"Yeah, I do."
"So do I. I tend to do it the shower."
Madison was offering up a lot more information than I
expected.
"Me too." I added.
"I like to hold the shower head between my legs and
kind of ride the jets you know."
I'm so glad I had recently cum, because the image of Madison
in the shower, would have instantly made me cream my underwear.
My cock was so hard right now, it was painful.
"Do you wanna try it?"
"Huh?"
"Do you wanna try touching it again?"
I think I had just died and gone to heaven.
"Yes! I mean yes, okay." I said trying to compose
myself.
"Come closer then."
I shuffled closer to Madison, to the point where I was now
practically between her legs.
"Here, give me your hand."
I reached out my hand and Madison grabbed a hold of it.
"Just lightly rub here."
With that Madison pushed my fingers against her clitoris.
She gasped as my fingers made contact.
I started to rub my fingers over the raised bump.
After thirty seconds or so she moved my hand again. So, this
is the labia, and here is vagina, just push your finger in. I took my finger
and pushed it inside her. It was warm and wet, and the walls felt so soft and
spongy.
She gasped again as my finger entered her.
She pulled my finger out and placed it back on her clitoris.
"Just keep rubbing here, okay."
At this point Madison closed her eyes and bit her bottom
lip. After a few minutes of rubbing, I noticed my fingers getting wetter,
allowing my fingers to glide over the bump easier.
I started to go faster, and in return Madison started to
breathe heavier and faster.
"Don't stop Adam, don't you dare slow down
either."
I continued to rub at pace. Madison started to whimper
quietly, then her volume increased. Her face was turning pinker, her cheeks
rosier.
Then out of nowhere, she grabbed my hand and held it down
hard against her clitoris. I was unable to move my fingers, when Madison
snapped her legs closed. Her face scrunched up and she let out a labored moan.
My trapped hand could feel her body tremble.
"Oh, oh, oh, Umm, Oh my god!"
She exhaled deeply, pushing the air out between her pursed
lips.
"Did you just..." I asked.
With her head back and eyes still closed, she slowly nodded
her head.
I had given a girl an orgasm. A first for me, and one more
thing off my bucket list.
Madison's body began to relax again, and I felt her grip
loosen around my hand. When I removed my hand, my fingers were slick with her
arousal. I rubbed the residue between my fingers until it dried up.
"I'm so sorry Ad, but all this studying, I'm not gonna
lie, has really turned me on big time. I so needed that release. God, you must
think I'm a right hoe."
"Absolutely not, I would never think of you as that. I
mean I get it; everyone needs a release; I know I do." I replied,
awkwardly shuffling my legs.
"Do you need a helping hand with that?"
Madison didn't wait for me to answer.
"Come on, one good turn deserves another and all that.
Slide back on the bed and lie down."
I did as I was told, laying back and looking up at the
ceiling. Then next thing I knew, Madison had climbed on to my legs and sat down
just over my knees. She started to unbutton my jeans and tugging them down a
bit, before pulling down the front of my underwear. My cock sprang out.
"Whoa, this guy definitely needs attention."
I felt Madison's warm hand grip around my aching cock.
"God, this feels so hard. Does it hurt when it's like
this?"
"It can be a bit uncomfortable."
"I bet."
"So, how am I doing this exactly?"
I reached down and put my hand over hers and mimicked a
jerk.
"Just keep doing this."
I moved my hand away, and Madison took over, proceeded to
jerk me off. This felt Amazing! Oh my god, did this feel good. She was so good
at it as well, not too fast, not too tight. She was a natural.
"Is this okay?" She asked, bouncing on my legs as
she jerked away.
"Yeah, that's good."
My head was spinning. I was lying down on Madison's bed as
she jerked me, with the added bonus, that she was naked from the waist down. We
were so close to having actual sex, it was just so unreal.
I could feel the pleasure starting to build up. This time, I
clearly tried to warn Madison.
"Mads, I'm close okay, just so you know." I
uttered between my labored breath.
"Okay Ad, message received this time."
Madison continued to pump away. It was my turn to breathe
heavily now. The feeling kept building and building. I tried to hold it back, I
wanted this to go on forever.
"Uh, uh, ah!" I cried out, my body hunched.
Madison kept going, but this time placed one hand directly
above my cock. My cum shot up wards into the palm of her hand several times.
"Jesus, Jesus, oh my god Madison, Ah!. Stop, stop, that
feels too good, I can't take any more."
The feeling was incredible and the orgasm so intense, my
body physically couldn't cope with her touch any longer.
Madison slowed down to an eventual stop.
I leaned up to look at Madison. She was holding her hand
open, with a pool of my cum in it.
"Bloody hell, no wonder boys are stronger than girls,
my bicep had quite the workout then," she joked.
I smiled at her and laughed, before resting my head back
down on the bed.
"That was incredible." I uttered.
"Really?"
"Yeah, your technique is..."
I performed a chef's kiss.
Madison seemed pleased with the compliment.
"Cool, my first hand job and I aced it. Nice."
Madison climbed off me and went to the desk and grabbed a
handful of tissues and wiped her palm down.
To be continued in part 2, By Secretauthor2021 for Literotica.