On one particular thrust, my pelvic muscles convulse and a little pent-up burst of precum squirts from the end of my cock, landing on Madison’s lower lip and chin. She slowly and purposefully licks it off, an act that has an unduly arousing effect on me. I can just imagine blowing my load in this position... watching as her angelic face becomes plastered with rope after rope of my thick cum... and yet we’ve already come this far, so why not reach for the stars?
Backing away from Madison, a strange electronic noise catches my attention for a moment – but I opt to ignore it. I have more important things on my mind.
“What are you going to do, Tommy?” asks Madison weakly.
Looking past my throbbing phallus at my beautiful girlfriend’s saliva-smeared face and tits, I smile. “Why, I’m going to fuck you, Maddy. Right here in this classroom, on this desk, in full view of the door. You got a problem with that?”
She gulps. “N-no. Just... please use a condom.”
I turn and glance at my khaki jeans lying in a heap on the floor. There’s a condom inside my wallet, bought more out of wishful thinking than any actual expectation of use. If that’s what it’ll take, then fine... but I want to see her naked first. No, I have to.
Moving to Madison’s abdomen, I fumble with the brass button of her jeans, and then pull down the zipper. Gripping the beltline, I heave and struggle to pull the skin-tight denim past the gentle widening of her hips and ass, and when I finally do, hurriedly yank them past her feet and discard them on the floor.
And then, I hear that strange noise again. It’s a familiar sound for whatever reason, but not something I’m used to hearing in school. It seems to be coming from outside the room – and it’s getting distracting.
Gently spreading Madison’s legs, I let out a guttural groan and feel my cock twitch violently. All that stands between me and the ultimate feminine object of my lifelong desire is a pair of skimpy red-and-white polka dot panties... and they’re already soaking wet in the crotch. Madison’s hot and bothered – she really does want this!
Once again, the persistent noise draws my attention. Blinking my eyes out of frustration, I twist around to check if we have an uninvited audience at the door, but see nothing out of the ordinary. And yet, when I return to Madison, she’s no longer lying beneath me. My girlfriend has vanished into thin air – as has the teacher’s desk, and indeed the entire classroom.
It’s just me, all alone and fully clothed in my bedroom at home, lying stomach-down on my bed... with an uncomfortable wet spot in my underwear from my energetic humping of the sheets.
I’ve been daydreaming about a daring conquest that never actually happened, and the annoying sound is the home telephone ringing.
Shit!
I just knew that’s how I should’ve handled Madison back then... if I hadn’t been such a total pushover and just let her walk away at the first sign of reluctance, then maybe things would be very different between us today!
Chapter Two
Gazing forlornly out my second-story bedroom window, I watch idly as an ominous mass of dark grey clouds gathers on the western horizon, and get the feeling that Mother Nature is somehow mirroring my own internal mood.
Namely, that life sucks.
Okay, perhaps I’m being a little melodramatic there... but it’s honestly how I feel now that my long-time girlfriend, Madison, has broken up with me. She didn’t even have the decency to do it in person – I got dumped by a freaking text message early this morning! That’s a totally guy move!
And what great reward did I get for dating popular social girl Madison exclusively for eight straight months? Taking her to places I didn’t really want to go, listening to her endless complaining about her airhead girlfriends, and suffering through countless sappy chick flicks? Nothing. I don’t mean that figuratively, either. It’s as though she never gave me anything real of herself, either physically or emotionally. It seems like all she did is consume my time, much like those dark grey clouds have their sights set on consuming an otherwise bright and cheery Friday afternoon.
Fuck you, clouds. No – fuck you, Madison!
A familiar sarcastic voice comes from behind. “And what the hell’s your problem, lame-o?”
Naturally, it’s my bratty and slightly younger sister, Ella. Technically she’s only my stepsister, but our parents have always hated us using the term “step” with close family members – feeling the distinction enforces a kind of unhealthy separation. Anyways, she’s lived with me long enough that I consider her entirely as annoying as any “real” sister would’ve been.