Pining for Madison - Sex Stories

Pining for Madison

... intense. Especially when it comes to boys."

"That was your dad? I thought he was the bouncer."

Madison laughed out loud.

"Well, here we are." Madison said and then opened her bedroom door.

I took in the view. A double bed adorned with an elegant black metal frame stood in the centre, complemented by swirling patterns on the head and footboards. Delicate fairy lights hung from the bed, casting a soft glow. Adjacent to the bed, a desk held a sizeable mirror with pictures of friends tucked into its corners. On the opposite side, two large wardrobes completed the room's layout.

Madison jumped onto the bed, sat down, and crossed her legs.

I stared blankly around the room, wondering where I should sit.

She could see me looking.

"It's okay, you can sit on the bed."

I dropped my bag to the floor and sat on the corner of the bed.

"So, shall we get to it?"

"Yeah, sure."

Madison scrambled off the bed and grabbed her notebook, a pencil and her study book from off her desk and quickly jumped back on the bed. I reached into my bag and pulled out my stuff.

Madison had opened her study book and placed it on her bed. I noticed she had opened it on a large diagram of the penis. She put the end of her pencil in her mouth, and gently bit down on it. She looked at the diagram intensely.

I opened my own study book and went straight to the vagina diagram. Never in a million years did I expect to find myself sitting on my crushes bed looking at ...

... diagrams of vaginas, while she looked at penises.

After ten minutes of quiet reading went by, Madison tried to say something.

"Cou..." Madison began to say, then stopped abruptly.

"No, never mind." She continued, talking to herself.

"What?" I asked.

"No, I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Nothing, forget about it."

"What?" I asked again, trying to coax it out of her.

"I... I was going to ask you something, but it doesn't matter."

Now I had to know.

"It's okay, you can ask me anything."

Madison looked at me. I could see she wanted to say it. She took a deep breath.

"Could I see it?"

"See what?" I replied, a little confused.

She pointed her pencil directly between my legs.

"You want to see my..."

Madison nodded her head.

"It's just, I've never seen one and I want to make sure my report is, you know, accurate."

I looked at her in disbelief. Did she really just ask to see my dick? I think she did.

Madison picked up on my hesitation.

"I mean, it's okay if you don't want too," she said leaning over and touching my knee.

"But if you did, it would be our little secret. I won't tell anyone. I swear it," she added, putting her hand over her heart.

I thought about it. Did I really want to do this? Could I trust her? My conscience battled it out, it's Madison, you love Madison, you would do anything for her. Do it, do it now. Show her you'd do anything for her.

I took a deep breath.

"Okay, I'll do it, but this is just between ...