“Did you… Have you ever... I mean…” Madison stutters.
“Did I ever hook up with anyone in the club?” I ask for her.
“It’s none of my business. You don’t have to answer that,” she mutters, embarrassed.
“No, it’s okay. And the answer is no. Except for you,” I say.
We’re both quiet for a moment, sipping our wine, lost in thought.
Finally, I ask, “Okay, so I told you why I was there. Now it’s your turn.”
“Mine’s not so interesting. I mean, I wasn’t getting over a breakup or anything. Actually, I’ve never had a real boyfriend.”
“Never?” I ask incredulously. “How is that possible?”
“Never had time,” she shrugs. “I told you, after my dad died, I basically took care of my mother until I went away to college. No time for boys.”
“And I guess you were too busy being the perfect student and volunteer employee once you got to college for boys, is that it?”
“Well, not at first,” Madison admits uncomfortably.
“Oh, really?” I ask, equal parts intrigued and jealous. “Tell me more.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Madison hesitates.
“Well, then I really want to hear it,” I tease. “Come on, I just poured my heart out to you. Go ahead. No judgment, I promise.”
“Okay,” Madison takes a deep breath. “Freshman year, I had…a really hard time. A breakdown, I guess.”
“Oh, Madison, I’m sorry,” I say sincerely.
“I just… After everything with my dad, and then my mom… I just thought I could act like a normal kid for once. I wanted to lose control. I wanted to party. So I did.”
“You shouldn’t feel too bad about that. After so many years of holding yourself and your mom together, you had to let go sometime.”
“Well, I did. And I went too far.”
“What do you mean?”
“I got drunk. A lot. And I slept around. A lot. And I missed class. A lot.”
“I see.”
“I missed so much school that I was put on academic probation. If I hadn’t pulled my grades up, I would’ve gotten expelled. My mom would have been heartbroken.”
“But you obviously turned it around,” I say encouragingly.
“Yeah, well, I went to a therapist. She helped me figure out what I want to do with my life. No more partying, no more missing class. And no more boys.”
I’m silent for a moment as I absorb this. No wonder she was so reluctant to let anyone in. She felt like her whole future, and the future of everyone she wanted to help through legal work, depended on her staying focused on her dreams.
“But that was so long ago,” I protest. “You’re in your final year now. You’re older, wiser. You’ve gotten all that stuff out of your system. If you wanted to go to a party every once in a while, maybe even go on a date, you would be fine, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know,” she answers. “I don’t want to risk it. I’m kind of all or nothing, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Yeah, I’m learning that about you,” I laugh. “So, what made you go out that night to the club?”
“I owed Clara. I haven’t been as good of a friend as I should be lately,” she admits, sounding guilty. Uh-oh, I have to get her off the subject of Clara’s friendship. But as a big brother, there is one more thing I need to know.
“Does Clara, um, go there often?” I clear my throat, not really wanting to hear the answer unless it’s the one I want.
“No, not at all,” Madison laughs. “Anna had been there before, but we just went there to check it out, have a laugh. Neither of them is really into that stuff.”
“Oh,” I say, relieved. Then I realize exactly what she is saying. “Neither of them? What about you? Are you into…that stuff?”
“I don’t…I don’t know,” she says, flustered.
That wasn’t a no.
“Did you…” I hesitate.
“Did I hook up with anyone at the club?” she asks, laughing, but doesn’t answer.
“Well…did you?” I can barely get the question out. I desperately hope she says no.
“No,” Madison answers finally, and I feel my shoulders relax. “Just you.”
I turned to face her, still at the foot of the couch with her sitting above me. Wordlessly, I look into her eyes, searching her face for how she’s feeling. I rise up on my knees so that my face is level with hers. She sees the question in my eyes, and parts her lips and leans forward in answer.
I kiss her gently, resting my hands on her knees, which she swings around to place on either side of me. She grabs my face and pulls me closer, kissing me furiously. It’s just like at the club and the other day, right here on this same couch. Our connection is like fireworks, electricity, magnets. It’s like some uncontrollable force of nature is compelling us to each other and we can’t deny it.
I lift her shirt and trail kisses down her lower stomach, then start to remove her pants.
“Not here,” she gasps, eyes closed in ecstasy. “Clara…might come home…”
Without breaking our kiss, I rise to a stand and lift her up, her legs wrapped around my torso. I carry her down the hallway, and still without breaking our kiss, she smacks open the door of one of the bedrooms.
I’m curious to see what Madison’s bedroom is like since I know it can say a lot about a person. I notice it’s tidy and clean since I’m not tripping over anything on the floor on the way to the neatly made bed, which is unsurprising. I seem to have a thing for very organized, ambitious women. Type A is my type, you could say.
But I barely process this thought, too lost in the feel of Madison’s body against mine, her little moans and sighs of delight, her hair streaming around her face. A lamp is on next to the bed but the main light is off, casting the room in a subtle, sexy glow.
I lay her down on the bed and pull myself above her, then continue what I started on the couch. I use one hand to prop myself up and the other to unbutton her jeans. Impatiently, she wiggles them off, quickly unbuckling my belt and then using her toes to pull my pants off, which no girl has ever done to me before.
Her small hand feels my throbbing cock through the fabric of my briefs and I nearly explode at her touch. She starts tugging at my underwear, trying to pull them off, but I remove her hand and pin it above her head.
“Not so fast,” I grin at her, then slowly move down her body to lick the soft skin just above the waistband of her panties.
I bury my face in her crotch and can smell her arousal through her underwear. I continue to tease her, nibbling around the edges of her panties, trailing her slender, muscular inner thighs with kisses. She squirms with pleasure, desperate for me to pay attention to the one part of her that wants it the most.
With Jasmine, it was so different. From the beginning, she always knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to tell me. Her commanding personality shone through even in the bedroom, where she would order me where to touch her and when. Don’t get me wrong, it’s always hot when a woman knows her body and what turns her on. But just once in a while, it would’ve been nice for her to let me take the lead.