11
Luke
Maddie was sitting across from me at the diner we liked to stop at after class. It was a classic 50's style diner that resembled the old train car, complete with a neon red diner sign, chrome roof, and windows all across the front. It reminded me of Nighthawks and sometimes sitting there, I pictured us, her blue hair and my cowboy hat painted into Edward Hopper’s masterpiece. Honestly, the food wasn’t great, but it was on the road from Fletcher to Conway and it had kinda become our place. We both ordered grilled cheese and French fries. I was about finished with mine but Maddie hadn’t taken more than a bite or two. She was absolutely over the moon. Tonight, she faced our class without a stitch of fabric covering her skin, and she was literally glowing with excitement.
“It was so much better than I suspected it would be,” she gushed. “I didn’t feel shame at all. I didn’t feel like anyone was staring or judging. I just felt free, ya know? Like I deserved to be looked at and appreciated.”
She did, by me. Besides that one instance where Maddie freaked out after Anthony’s family’s BBQ, everything with us had fallen into place. For me, it was a pretty insane experience. We’d been dating for a couple of months now and I only wanted her more each day. For the record, I wanted her, not just sex with her. I wanted to be with her every second of the day. My brothers were constantly teasing me for texting her and calling her and running off to be with her. She was funny and smart and just so cool. She was my favorite friend I ever had. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted sex with her too, badly. We were still maintaining our slow-moving sexual exploration policy, and I was finding it harder to control my urge to pin her up against the wall and ravage her body in the way we both craved. But, my idea to move slowly had turned out to be a stroke of genius. I thought I was going to last a few days, but instead, we’d lasted weeks, and with each day, our desire for each other increased. We were like rabbits, only without the screwing.
We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Maddie was coming on my fingers multiple times a day. But she was also coming from the sound of my voice. Sometimes she called me from work, locked in the bathroom, turned on because she was thinking of me. She’d tell me things like she got to thinking about my tongue circling her nipples, slowly and interminably, like I had not a care in the world, and how the thought of it got stuck in her head until she was wet and writhing. She’d say something like, “I wish you were here.”
The first time she called me like this, all hot and bothered, I instructed her to go into the bathroom. She was quiet.
“Do it, go to the bathroom, Maddie,” I said.
I heard the shuffle of her movement through the phone, and the closing of the door. Then, even though no one could hear her, she whispered, “Now what?” She sounded nervous and a little bit scared, but also willing.
“I want you to close your eyes,” I paused. I could hear her breathe. “Are they closed?”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
“I want you to imagine that I am standing right behind you, so close that you can feel the warmth of my body on your back. Can you feel me?” I kept my voice husky and deep.
“Yes.”
“Your bare shoulder is responding to the heat of my breath as I slowly inch closer to you. How does it feel?” In my head, she was leaning on the sink counter in front of the mirror with her eyes closed, listening to my voice.
“Good, so good,” she whispered, breathily.
“My lips are closing in on the nape of your neck. As they land on your sweet skin, I bite down gently. Do you like that?”
“Uh-huh,” she whimpered.
“As I am kissing and nibbling on every part of your neck and shoulders, I wrap my hands around your luscious ass. How does it feel?”
“I love to feel you on me,” she panted.
“Are you ready for me? Can you feel my hands parting your thighs?” I questioned.
“You have no idea,” she said with a ring of truth to it.
“I need you to do something for me, Maddie. I need you to make two of your fingers my tongue. I need my tongue between your thighs. Can you feel my tongue, warm and wet on your sweet little pussy, Maddie?”
“Yes,” she said in a lustful cry.
“How does it feel?”
“Incredible. Oh, Luke,” she let out.
“My tongue is circling your clit right now, but it longs to be deeper.”
She moaned. I could picture her bucking against her own fingers in the bathroom at the salon.
“I am pushing my fingers inside you now. Thick and hard, deep inside you.” Picturing my cock inside her turned me on too. “Damn, Baby.” I groaned. “You’re so wet. I’m dying to fuck you. Can I, Maddie?”
“Yes. Fuck yes,” she exclaimed.
“I am deep inside you, Maddie.” She was losing it now. Her breath and sounds quickening. Maddie was not a quiet lover, but I knew that if she made too much noise, Delores would hear her. “I love those noises you're making, but I’m covering your mouth. We have to be quiet, baby. We don’t want to get caught fucking in the bathroom.”
The phone clattered and I literally heard her squelch her noises with her hand as she came hard. When all was silent, she picked up the phone again.
“Was it good for you?” she asked, making me laugh.
I had no doubt that when we really did fuck, it was going to be intense.
In the present moment, at the table in the diner, Maddie continued to expound on her evening’s success. I loved how high and happy her success made her and I was so proud of her that she achieved what she set out to do, but I’m not gonna lie, for the first hour, having her bare in front of me was rough. First of all, it wasn’t my favorite thing to have all those eyes on her. I had to control myself from snatching pencils out of my fellow classmates’ hands and scolding them until they turned away. I’d never been so possessive in my life. But this was about her journey, so being some wacked out tyrant was not an option.
Secondly, much like Maddie, I was turned on by her at the drop of a hat. So, while tonight wasn’t the first time I saw her naked, it was different. In class, I was granted license to just look, to just devour her with my eyes, and it was more than my poor dick could handle. I literally had to tuck my erection into the waist of my pants, like I did when I was thirteen, so I didn’t throw a full-on tent in class. During the break, she threw on her robe and some flip flops, and headed out to the bathroom to pee. I waited by the door of the ladies’ room and when she came out, I pulled her into a nearby dark classroom. It was a lab-style room with tall counters all around.
I couldn’t help myself, I pressed her against the wall right next to the door and drove my tongue into her mouth like a fucking tank. I was on the verge of exploding as soon as I touched her elbow in the hall. She pushed me back against one of the counter height desks. She was feeling powerful and I liked it.
As she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, she said, “Is this what you need? My hand on your cock?” And then it was. Her feminine fingers circled the head and pushed down.
All I said was, “Fuuuuck.”
She kept talking, “You like watching me up there? Knowing that I belong to you? That I tremble at the thought of you?”
“Yes.”
She was stroking me while she breathed her words against my ear, “You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?” she asked, but she didn’t pause for me to answer. “I’ve been thinking about how much I want to taste you. To drop to my knees and feel the silk of your cock on my tongue.”
That was it. That was all it took, the image of her before me, that blue hair a river down her back, the round of her ass pressing into the heels of her feet, her eyes looking up, her mouth open and willing, wanting even. I blew my load all over her hand.
She teased me for coming so quickly, “Pent up, lately?”
“I think you have some idea,” I teased back. She kissed my neck just below my ear and then crossed to the sink at the front of the classroom to wash her sticky hands.
I spoke across the room. “Honestly,” I whined. “It was a feat that I didn’t come the instant you touched me. I’m going crazy in there.”
She crossed back to me. Softly kissed my lips, and then said, “I’m not gonna lie, I love that.” She shivered, then she bit her bottom lip, “Hmm... the thought of you all hard up and hungry for me. Delicious.”
I laughed, grabbed her hips, and pulled her against me. “Good,” I rumbled.