Pining for Madison
Date: 10/12/2023,
Categories:
First Time
Author: bySecretauthor2021
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Disclaimer:
All characters depicted in this story are 18. The setting is Senior Year and all sexual activity is consensual.
Happy Reading!
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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.
"Mmm 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! Its 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 favourite 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 realised, 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 ...