“I’m down with that too,” she whispered.
Standing, she reached for my hand, and I stood. We walked down the hallway and back to the restrooms. I needed to take a piss, so I told her I would meet her back out in the hallway. I wasn’t two feet into the men’s bathroom when she was pushing me into a stall and down onto a seat. Her fingers worked quickly to undo the button and then the zipper on my jeans.
“Whoa. Hold on a second there, Madison.”
“I’ll suck you off if that’s what you want, Gunner. Then I need to feel you inside of me. I’ve been daydreaming of this moment since you first sat down next to me in class.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth now dry and feeling like someone stuffed cotton in it.
“Hold on,” I said, trying to steady the spinning room long enough to put my hands on her shoulders and get her to stop.
A warmth spread through my body, and I looked down to see her mouth over my dick.
“What the fuck?” I said, pushing her back. “Wait! Madison, you need to slow down.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. I have a condom. I’m going to crawl onto you and fuck you until you scream out my name.”
What in the hell? Okay, so Madison was far from innocent.
I jumped when I felt her manhandling my dick. My head was now pounding, and I was regretting the fucking whiskey.
“Madison, I don’t want you to fuck me.”
She was straddling me. Her hot pussy up against my dick. Any other guy would grab her hips and pull her down onto him. But I was pushing her away.
“But you said . . .” Her eyes were filled with hurt and rejection.
“You’re practically attacking me in a goddamn men’s bathroom. I’m drunk but not drunk enough to know if we were going to be together, this is not how I would want it.”
Madison nodded. “So you’ll take me back to my place and fuck me?”
What in the living fuck?
I glanced down and saw the condom on my dick. When did she put that there?
Christ almighty. I need to sober up and fast.
I pulled the condom off and tossed it in the toilet, then got my shit back into my pants and got us both out of the men’s restroom.
We walked past the table where Josh and Jen were. Josh stood, looking at me with a worried face.
“We’re just going for some fresh air.” I said.
Once we were outside, I stood in front of Madison, who was now leaning against the building, her face buried in her hands. Moaning over and over how embarrassed she was.
“Hey,” I softly said, pulling her hands down and using my finger to tip her chin up. “I led you on, I know that.”
Her eyes squeezed shut. “Oh gosh. Gunner, I was practically raping you in the bathroom. Throwing myself at you when I knew you were drunk.”
I certainly wasn’t drunk now.
“Do you not think I’m pretty?” she asked, her eyes building with tears.
My mouth dropped open. “What? Of course I do. It’s just . . . well, I’m not. I don’t.”
Thrusting my fingers through my hair, I took in a deep breath.
“Madison, I’m going to be really honest with you, and you’re probably going to want to either slap me in the face or kick me in the balls when I’m finished.” I drug in a deep breath. “I’m going to say it anyway. I’m not looking for a hookup or for a girl who throws herself at me in the middle of the men’s restroom because she thinks she wants to fuck me. Yes, we’d have a bit of fun for a bit and it would feel fucking amazing, but then what? What happens after I zip up my pants and you fix your dress? We would most likely go our separate ways.”