Pining for Madison - Sex Stories

Pining for Madison

... 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 girl friend."

"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 ...