Pining for Madison - Sex Stories

Pining for Madison

... us."

"Really?" Madison replied with a mixture of shock and excitement.

"Yeah, If you really want me to."

"Oh thanks Adam, that would be amazing. You are amazing!"

She called me amazing. I definitely have to do this now.

I stood up from the bed and turned to face her. I watched as her eyes fixated on my crotch.

I reached down to my jeans and slowly began unbuttoning them. I pulled my jeans down to my knees, revealing to Madison my navy-blue boxer briefs.

I can't believe I was actually going to do this. Was I crazy? I looked at Madison, who was patiently waiting for me to continue. I grabbed my waist band and pulled my boxers down to reveal myself to her.

Madison's eyes widened.

"Oh wow!" She blurted out, then covering her mouth with her hand.

She stared at it intently.

"It's so small, I mean compared to the ones I saw on the internet earlier."

"Geez, thanks. Just what every boy wants to hear," I said, completed deflated by her comment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean you're small, I just meant, it's... I mean it's cute, I like it."

"Keep digging there, Madison."

Madison's face turned red. It was nice though, to see some one else falling over their words for a change.

"I'm so sorry. Here you are doing me a favour and I've just insulted your manhood."

"You know the ones on the internet, are probably all porn stars. They're not all that big in real life you know." I said indignantly.

I was about to pull my boxers up, when Madison ...

... stopped me.

"Wait! Do you mind if I draw it?" She asked.

"Draw it?"

"Yeah, I'd like to draw it for the report."

"Well, if you think it would help."

Madison grabbed her pencil and quickly started to draw. I watched as she drew an outline, then went over it, shading areas and smudging it with her finger to get the right definition. When she was done, she flipped her book around and showed me what she had done.

"What do you think?"

I looked at her drawing.

"It's... it's amazing."

Her drawing skills were something else. It was so lifelike, so detailed. It reminded me of those old da Vinci drawings.

"Do you mind if I measure it?"

"Measure it?"

"Yeah, with a tape measure."

"What, so you can really laugh at me?"

"I won't, I promise."

"Well, as long as you promise, go on then."

Madison clambered off the bed again and grabbed one of those fabric tape measures from her desk drawer.

She dropped to her knees in front of me and held it directly below the thick tuft of my pubic hair. She was now close enough, that I could feel her warm breath on the tip of my dick. My dick twitched, startling her.

"It moved! Was that me?"

"Yeah. Its just reacting to the attention you're giving it."

"Sorry! I'll be quick."

She continued to measure.

"From base to tip is three and half inches," she called out.

"And girth is one and a half," she added wrapping the tape around the middle of my shaft.

She got up from the floor and reached for her ...