Grumbling, Madison hit the snooze button on her alarm clock, but the noise didn't go away. Opening her eyes, she saw it was still two hours before she had to get up. She blinked at the clock a couple of times, her still half asleep mind a little slow to realize it wasn't what was making the noise. Finally, she noticed her cell phone buzzing across the table, and she groaned. It was never good news when someone called this time of morning.
She answered it, said, “Why are you calling so early?”
“Did the courier drop off the package?” Her boss said, without preamble.
“What package?” Madison asked, sitting up.
“I sent you something. It is supposed to be there by five,” he said.
Yawning, she said, “Let me go check.”
She slipped out of bed, looking for her robe. Shaking her head, she remembered it was still in the dryer with the rest of her clothes in the apartment building's laundry room. She had forgotten to get them last night. Naked, she padded through her apartment to the front door. Poking her head out into the hallway, she saw no one was there, so she opened her door and looked for the package. There was nothing by her door, and she was about to turn back in when she noticed the envelope propped against her neighbor's door. She could see her company's logo on it.
“Stupid courier,” she grumbled, then put her phone to her ear, “Yeah, it's here.”
“Good. Look it over and have your report on my desk tomorrow,” he said, hanging up.
“Asshole,” she said, flipping off her phone.
She looked at the envelope, then down at her naked body. Hesitating, she looked up and down the hallway. No one was around, and the envelope was just right there. She really didn't want to have to go back to her bedroom to get dressed just to grab the envelope. She had no intention of staying up, was going straight back to bed. Madison looked both ways along the hallway, again, but she was still alone.
Carefully, she opened her door and grabbed a coffee mug from the kitchen counter. Tiptoeing into the hall, she put the cup in the way so her door couldn't close. It locked automatically, and she didn't want to shut out of her apartment in her birthday suit.
She crossed to her neighbor's door, bending down to grab the envelope. As she was straightening back up, she heard a scraping sound, like ceramic sliding across a metal threshold. She turned in time to see the mug, sliding and sliding. She tried to grab the door before it closed completely but her legs didn't want to move right. The door closed with a very audible click just as she put her hand on it.
Knowing it was useless, she tried the knob, anyway. It turned freely in her hand, the door not opening. Her heart started racing as she realized she was locked out, with only a manila envelope to cover her nakedness. She looked around, her face red with embarrassment. She was still alone in the hallway, but that couldn't last forever.
“Shit,” she said, using the envelope to cover her crotch and her arm to cover her breasts. It did little to hide her nakedness, and she felt painfully revealed.
“God, this was so stupid,” she said, trying to think of what she should do.
She had her phone at least. She could call someone but who? Madison was brand new in town, still had boxes needing to be unpacked. She didn't know anyone except for her new boss and she sure as hell wasn't going to call him. The apartment complex had a caretaker, but his card was in her purse, and she didn't know his number by heart. She could just walk there and get her spare key, but it was in the same building as the laundry, which wasn't attached to the apartments. She'd have to cross about a hundred yards of pavement to get to it. A hundred yards of pavement with a relatively busy street running parallel to the parking lot.
Saving that one for the worst case scenario, she explored her other options. She thought about calling the girl she had met at the bar last night. What was her name? Carol? Karen, maybe. Madison sure she wouldn't mind seeing her naked, but what help would the girl really be. Shaking her head, she imagined how the conversation would go:
Hi, remember me? We had a couple of drinks, and you gave me your number? Funny thing, I'm naked and locked out of my apartment, and I was wondering if you would like to get together. Maybe bring me a robe? And a locksmith?
She shook her head and laughed, said, “God, this sucks.”
Madison figured she could call a locksmith, have him come break her into her apartment but she really didn't want to have to pay for a new lock. Besides, what she really needed was some clothes. If she wasn't naked, she could just go get the extra key from the caretaker.
She glanced at the door to her neighbor's apartment, cringing. A mother about her age and her teenage daughter lived in apartment 8b. She had said hello to them once or twice in passing but really didn't know them. This really wasn't how she wanted to get to know her neighbors, but she didn't see any other option.
Knocking on their door, she made sure she was covering up as much as possible. After a pause, she knocked again.
The door opened as far as the security chain would let it and the young girl gaped at Madison standing naked in the hallway.
“Hi, I'm Madison, and I live next door. I've...I've locked myself out, and I was wondering if you have the caretaker's number,” she said, her face hot with embarrassment.
“Why are you naked?” The girl asked, amused.
“That's a long story,” she said, laughing, “let's just call it a momentary lapse of judgment.”
“We have the number somewhere,” the girl said, starting to close the door, “I'll have to look for it.”
Looking up and down the hall, Madison knew her luck had to be running out. People would start getting up to go to work anytime. She gave the girl a sheepish grin, said, “I know your mom probably told you not to let strangers in-especially naked ones- but can I wait inside while you find it?”
Laughing, the girl undid the security chain and let her in. Stepping inside, she felt so much better.
She noticed the girl wore what appeared to be a school uniform, which explained why she was up so early. Madison was glad for that.
“Thank you so much,” Madison said, smiling at the girl, “you are my hero.”
The girl gave her an amused smile, shaking her head, “I guess that makes you the damsel without a dress.”
Snorting in surprise, Madison said, “I guess it does. What's your name?”
“Stephanie Landis,” she said.
“Well, Stephanie,” Madison said, looking down at herself, “I'd shake your hand but mine are kind of busy at the moment. Still it is nice to meet you.”
“You, too,” Stephanie said.
“Admittedly, this isn't how I planned to meet my neighbors,” Madison said.
“I'll see if I can find the phone number,” Stephanie said, laughing. The girl turned from the kitchen, going into the living room. Madison followed behind, mostly because it seemed weird standing alone and naked in a stranger's kitchen. Not that being naked alone with a teenage girl in the living room was any less weird.
Two pencil drawings hanging on the wall caught her attention, and she stepped closer to admire them. Each picture featured a nude woman whose modesty was only preserved by their arms or hands. They were beautifully rendered, the painstaking time spent on shading lovely to look at. There was a raw sensuality to the artwork that Madison found fascinating because the women's poses weren't overtly sexual, nor the models stylized to be erotic. Something about the drawings made her heart race in her breast, even if she couldn't put her finger on just what it was.
She noticed the signature at the bottom of each picture- Stephanie with a large, stylized L.
Her eyes widening slightly, she glanced at the girl. Stephanie had paused in riffling through the drawer and was watching Madison. Her face was red with embarrassment and Madison realized she had guessed right. The two beautiful drawings were the girl's work.
Stephanie looked away, clearly uncomfortable with Madison looking at the pictures. Madison gave the girl a curious look, wondering about the drawings on the wall, about the sensuality of the women Stephanie had depicted. Stephanie's embarrassment didn't seem to stem from shyness about her artwork. After all, she had hung it prominently in the living room, one of the busiest rooms in the house. Madison thought her red face was more to do with more than an idle interest in the female form.
Madison's own face turned red as she remembered she was very naked.
“Got it,” Stephanie said, holding up a business card.
Madison looked at it, then down at herself. Her face burning even hotter, she said, “Um, do you think I could borrow a towel or something?”
Grinning sheepishly, Stephanie said, “Um, yeah. I guess I should have offered you something earlier. The bathroom is just there. There are towels in the linen closet.”
“You really are a lifesaver, Stephanie,” Madison said, heading to the bathroom.
Setting her mail on the sink, she opened the linen closet. Grabbing one of the fluffy towels inside, she shook it out. She was relieved to see it was one of the larger varieties, would go a long way to restoring her modesty. Wrapping the towel around her naked body, she headed back out to the living room, grabbing her mail as she went.
“Better,” Stephanie said, smiling at her. The girl held out the caretaker's card.
“Again, I can't thank you enough,” Madison said, taking the business card.
“Um,” Stephanie said, glancing at the clock, “I need to go catch the bus. Will you-”
Madison smiled at her, “I'm good now. Thanks to you.”
She headed back towards the kitchen with Stephanie following. When she started to open the door, the girl said, “You can just leave that on the counter.”
“Leave what?” Madison asked, pausing with her hand on the knob.
“My mom's mail,” Stephanie said, nodding at the envelope.
“Your mom's mail?” Madison asked, looking at the address on the manila envelope. She snorted, then started laughing when she saw it wasn't addressed to her at all. Like the girl had said, it was her mother's mail. Frowning, she realized something, then asked, “Wait. Your mom works for Forester's?”
“Yeah,” Stephanie said, nodding, “she is an ad designer.”
“Huh,” Madison said, shaking her head, “small world, I guess. I just transferred to this branch of Forester's.”
“So you thought this was your mail,” Stephanie said, a grin spreading on her face as she put the pieces together, “and you stepped out into the hallway to get it without putting clothes on.”
Blushing, Madison nodded, “I was too lazy.”
Laughing, Stephanie said, “Lesson learned, I guess.”
“Yeah,” Madison said, smiling at the girl.
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“Hi, Stephanie,” Madison said, seeing the girl sitting on the steps drawing. Stephanie was bent of her sketch pad, intent on her work. She hadn't noticed Madison walking up the stairs.
The girl looked up and grinned at her, “Oh, hi Madison. I didn't recognize you with your clothes on.”
Laughing at her own expense, Madison said, “Funny. What are you drawing?”
“Um, nothing,” the girl said, shyly.
“Could I see?” Madison asked. After seeing the girl's work hanging in the living room, she was intrigued to see what the girl was working on now.
“You want to see my drawing?” Stephanie asked.
“If you don't mind,” Madison said, smoothing her skirt around her thighs as she sat down next to the girl, “I saw the ones hanging up in your apartment. They are yours, right?”
The girl nodded, her cheeks turning red.
“They were very good,” Madison said, smiling at her, “nice clean lines, perfect shading. You've got a lot of talent.”
“Um, thanks,” Stephanie said, pleased by the compliment. Shyly, she looked at Madison for a long moment, then passed the notebook to Madison.
She gasped when she saw the girl's drawing. It was of her, as she had been this morning, the envelope over her crotch and her arm across the breast. It wasn't exactly right; the girl had fixed her sleep-mussed hair and made her a lot sexier than she had felt at the time. She looked erotic and not embarrassed and desperate. Again, the subject matter wasn't sexual in nature, but the girl managed to make the drawing almost buzz with a curious sensuality.
“You can have that one,” Stephanie said, smiling playfully at her, “so you don't forget checking your mail naked is a bad idea.”
“This is...” Madison said, at a loss of words.
The girl looked away shyly, said, “I know. I was going to tear it up when I was done.”
“Don't tear it up,” Madison said, handing the book back to her, “it's beautiful. A little embarrassing but beautiful.”
“You really think so?” Stephanie asked, meeting her eyes.
“I do,” Madison said, giving the girl a sheepish grin, “on both accounts.”
“Are you sure?” Stephanie asked, looking down at her drawing.
“Yeah,” Madison said, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder, “I wasn't kidding when I said you have talent. Ask your mom what I do for the company and you'll know I'm serious. Keep drawing and working on your art.”
“Um okay,” Stephanie said, smiling at her.
“Good,” Madison said, getting up. She started up the steps, then hesitated, “Um, do me a favor, though.”
“What's that?” Stephanie asked.
“Don't put me on the wall in your living room,” Madison said, and the girl laughed.
“I won't,” she said, still laughing.
"I'd like to see it when you are finished," Madison said.
The girl nodded, gave her a shy smile.
Madison left her to her drawing, headed up to her apartment. She let herself in, kicking off her high heels at the door. In stockinged feet, she walked through the apartment to her bathroom. She got a bath started, then went into her bedroom. Unzipping her skirt, she shimmied out of it, then unbuttoned her blouse. Both the skirt and the top went into the hamper. Sitting on her bed, she unfastened the garters from the stockings she wore, then slipped out of the nylons. She stood back up, slipping the lacy garter belt from her hips, then off.
In just a matching bra and panties, both sheer and skimpy, she headed back to the bathroom to check on the progress of her bath. Catching a glimpse of her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she smiled as a naughty shiver worked up her spine. The laced top nylons, the garter belt, the tiny thong and bra... None of it was proper work attire for a business woman such as herself, but she got a nice little thrill wearing it under her clothes. No one knew but her that she wore such slutty things under her business suit, but it was still exciting.
Slipping out of the lingerie, she ran her hand through the bath water. It was the perfect temperature for a nice, relaxing soak after a long day. She stepped into the tub before it even finished filling, sighing as the lovely hot water enveloped her naked body. Her stress began to melt away almost instantly, and she smiled up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and let the hot water do its job.
Free to wander, her mind returned to the embarrassing events of this morning. She shook her head, thinking all of this and it hadn't even been her mail. Her package had been propped against her door when she had stepped out of Stephanie's apartment and must have been dropped off while she was inside. When the caretaker had shown up with her spare key, and she was safely in her apartment, she had opened it, and it was horrible, which had only added insult to injury.
She had called her boss and told him point blank that the piece was garbage, which had led to her going into the office on her day off. She had spent four hours on the phone with the artist, trying to make him understand what the ad was trying to say. By the time they were on the same page, she was ready to tear her hair out and had needed a drink. Resisting the urge, she had decided just to get some work done, since she was already at work, anyway.
Sighing, she forced her mind away from her crappy day, set it to wandering, again. She was a little surprised when it found its way back to Stephanie, the girl next door. The girl's artwork was impressive for someone so young. Smiling, Madison thought she might try to recruit her in a few years.
Her thoughts turned from the girl's artwork to the girl herself. Madison felt her pulse kick up a few beats, remembering how the girl had looked in what Madison assumed was her school uniform. Even mortified at being locked out of her apartment naked, she hadn't failed to notice the girl was shapely for her age. Leggy and slender, she had looked good in her gray pleated skirt that fell a few inches short of her knees, gray knee socks and a white button up blouse with what Madison assumed was her school insignia over her left breast. Stephanie's long brown hair had been pulled up in a ponytail, but she had bangs, something that got to Madison. She had a thing for girls with bangs.
Heather Polson, her first love and the goddess that Madison compared other girls to still to this day, had had bangs. They had been thirteen and in love for a month, but it had been more to Madison than it had been to Heather. The girl had ripped her heart out. That had been twenty-some years ago, but she was still looking for someone as beautiful as Heather had been.
Stephanie looked enough like Heather to make Madison miss Heather, again. Well, not exactly miss the girl. Stephanie stirred in her the same feelings that Heather had. She had the same eyes and the same hair style, had the same beautiful face that made Madison's heart beat a little faster.
“Nice, Madison,” she said, out loud, “getting all worked up over a thirteen-year-old girl.”
She was trying to shame herself out of thinking about Stephanie's lovely legs, the way the skirt had molded to her backside as the girl leaned over the desk drawer looking for the business card, but it wasn't working. Stephanie had found her way into Madison's thoughts, and the girl had taken up residence. Madison didn't think she was going anywhere, anytime soon.
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Tipping the bottle up, Madison shook her head when only a couple of drops wine fell into her empty glass. She didn't remember finishing it, but, then again, she had been drinking all afternoon since Karen- or was it Carol- blew her off right before their date. She wasn't a big person and alcohol tended to go to her head. As she stood up to throw the bottle away, she swayed unsteadily.
Laughing, she said out loud, “I guess I did finish it.”
The dead soldier went in the trash and she thought about uncorking the wine bottle in the freezer. She was still thinking about it when there was a knock at the door. Frowning, she tried to remember if she was expecting visitors. Even fairly drunk, she was pretty sure she wasn't. She went to the door, looked through the fish-eye lens.
“Huh,” Madison said, opening her door to a smiling Stephanie. The girl wore a white dress, her hair worn down. She looked so beautiful that Madison forgot to breathe for a few seconds.
“Hi,” she managed to say.
“Um,” the girl said, pointing over her shoulder, “I made some lasagna and... My mom isn't home, and I made too much.”
The scent of tomato sauce found Madison's nose and her mouth started watering. She smiled at the girl and said, “It smells delicious.”
“I hate eating alone,” the girl said, fidgeting with the hem of her dress nervously.
Frowning, Madison looked at her fingers worrying the material. Madison thought this was probably the girl's best dress. With that realization, she noticed the girl wore makeup. Her eyes widened as it dawned on her that Stephanie had gotten dressed up before coming to invite her to dinner. That spoke of more than a simple disdain for eating alone.
Madison's heart started knocking around her breast, rattling in her rib cage. She thought about the drawing of her the girl had done, the underlying sensuality. Did the girl find her attractive? Was that what this was or was she reading too much into it? Was Stephanie interested in her or was it just wishful thinking?
Even drunk, she knew the right thing to do was to politely decline the girl's offer. If there was even a chance this was what it appeared to be, the last place she needed to be was next door. The girl had been rattling around her head all week, and she wasn't sure she trusted herself enough to just have dinner with the girl. Especially not if Stephanie was indeed interested in her.
She opened her mouth to tell the girl 'thanks but no thanks, but what came out was, “Are you sure your mother would be okay with you having dinner with me?”
“I don't know,” Stephanie said, shaking her head, “if she was ever around, I'd ask her.”
Madison felt bad for the girl. She knew the department Stephanie's mother worked for kept long hours. Giving her a sympathetic smile, Madison said, “She works for one of our busiest departments.”
“I know,” Stephanie said, then shook it off, “the lasagna should be done in ten minutes. If you are hungry, come over then.”
Again, she knew she should have said no, but heard herself saying, “Okay.”
Watching the girl disappear back into her apartment, Madison couldn't help but admire the tick of her backside. Only when the door closed behind her could Madison look away. Stepping back into her own apartment, she put her back to her door, leaned heavily against it.
“You aren't seriously thinking about going over there, are you?” She asked herself out loud.
The problem was, she was thinking about it. She found herself pushing away from the door and heading to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she ran a brush through her hair, checked her makeup. She tried to avoid thinking about her frame of mind as she headed to her bedroom to change. She had changed into sweats after Carol (or was it Karen?) had blown her off. Now, she pulled her little black dress out of the hamper, holding it up to look at it. Would wearing it be too presumptuous? There was still a chance she had misread Stephanie's intentions.
“Fuck it,” she said, slipping out of her sweat pants and t-shirt. She pulled the dress over her head, smoothing it in place. Looking in the mirror, she thought she looked pretty good. This was the dress she wore when she intended to sleep with someone.
“Not that I intend to sleep with Stephanie,” she said.
Her reflection didn't look convinced.
“Besides,” she said, turning away from the mirror, “she probably doesn't want that. She's only thirteen, for God Sake.”
How old were you when you started fooling around with Heather, again, the metaphorical devil on her shoulder said, thirteen, wasn't it?
“Heather and I were the same age,” Madison said, out loud, “it's different. Why am I talking to myself?”
Madison made one last ditch attempt at talking herself out of going next door. Failing, she grabbed her keys and headed out of her apartment. She took a deep breath and knocked on Stephanie's door. The girl answered it, opening the door wide. Her beautiful blue eyes widened at the sight of Madison standing in the hallway in the slinky black dress. Her smile widened as she stepped aside to let Madison in.
“Wow,” the girl said, closing the door.
“Is this okay?” Madison asked, looking down at herself, “It seemed wrong to wear sweats when invited to dinner at someone else's place.”
“You look amazing,” Stephanie said, shyly. The way she looked at Madison, then looked away made Madison's pulse kick up a few notches. She recognized that look; it was the way she used to look at girls when she was Stephanie's age.
“Thanks, Stephanie,” Madison said, then, unable to stop herself, added, “So do you.”
The girl inhaled sharply, and she met Madison's eyes to see if the woman meant it. The girl fiddled with the dainty necklace around her neck nervously as she said, “Thank you. I thought... With company, I should get...dressed up.”
“You look very lovely,” Madison said, smiling at her.
“Um,” Stephanie said, her voice quavering a little, “you can have a seat at the table. I- I'll get the lasagna.”
Shit, Madison thought, sitting at the table, she is definitely interested.
Stephanie brought a baking dish to the table, and Madison's mouth started watering at the delicious aromas wafting from the dish. As the girl sat it down, Madison was suddenly starving, her eyes fueling her hunger. The lasagna looked as incredible as it smelled.
“You cooked this?” Madison asked, impressed. She usually didn't cook, had menus from a dozen restaurants on her kitchen counter.
“Yeah,” the girl said.
“If it tastes half as good as it looks and smells,” Madison said, smiling at the girl, “it'll be the best meal I've had all month.”
Pleased, Stephanie went to the cabinet for some plates. Setting one in front of Madison, she placed the other catty-corner to where Madison sat. Madison smiled at the subtle hint at the seating arrangement, and she watched as the girl finished setting the table. Stephanie moved about the kitchen with confidence and Madison got the feeling the girl did most of the cooking around here.
Stephanie cut a healthy chunk of lasagna, putting it on Madison's plate. Laughing, Madison said, “If I eat all of this, I'll need a nap.”
Grinning, Stephanie fixed her own plate, then sat down. The girl waited until Madison tried her lasagna. It had looked good and smelled incredible, but she still wasn't ready for how it tasted. She sighed happily, making noises usually reserved for the bedroom. Stephanie was looking at her, amused. Blushing, she pointed at her plate with her fork and said, “God, this is so good.”
Smiling, Stephanie dug in. The food was so delicious, it didn't leave room for conversation. It wasn't until the plates were in the sink, that Madison said, “Stephanie, that was... Probably the best meal I've ever had. You are a helluva cook.”
“Thanks,” Stephanie said, a little uncomfortable with the praise, “I like to cook.”
“An excellent cook, a talented artist,” Madison said, sitting back in her chair, “what can't you do?”
“Drive,” Stephanie said.
Laughing, Madison said, “I get the feeling you'd be good at that, too.”
Stephanie looked at her for a long moment, her eyes searching Madison's. Madison held her breath, wondering what the girl was thinking. Finally, the girl looked away and stood up. Her hands were shaking as she started gathering the dishes. Madison got up and helped her carry the dishes to the sink. The girl looked at her questioningly.
“You fed me,” Madison said, smiling at her, “the least I can do is help with the dishes.”
“Um, okay,” Stephanie said.
Madison rinsed the dishes in the sink, passing them to Stephanie to put them in the dishwasher. They made short work of it. Madison leaned against the sink, drying her hand with a dish towel. Stephanie started the dishwasher, straightening up. There was an awkward moment when the girl realized how close they were standing. She seemed frozen, unsure what to do.
Glancing at the clock, Madison saw it was getting late. She said, “Stephanie, thanks for having me for dinner. Again, it was so good.”
“You are welcome,” Stephanie said, deciding to mimic Madison, leaning against the sink.
“I should probably go. Your mom might not appreciate coming home to a strange woman in her house,” Madison said, even though leaving was the last thing she wanted to do.
“She won't be home before midnight,” Stephanie said.
Smiling at the girl, she said, “I think I should go, anyway.”
“Are you sure?” Stephanie asked, putting her hand on Madison's shoulder.
Madison met the girl's eyes, saw something that made her heart forget to beat for a few seconds. Finally, she said, “No, but I'm going to go, anyway.”
The girl's head fell. Madison put her hand on the girl's chin, made her look up. Madison gave her a smile and said, “You are so beautiful, Stephanie. You have to know its taking all of my willpower just to leave.”
The girl nodded.
Madison made for the door, sure the girl was going to follow her. She was both relieved and disappointed when she didn't. She closed the door to the girl's apartment, crossing the hall to her own. She put her head against her door, taking a bunch of deep breaths to get herself under control. She had come too close to losing control just then.
Stephanie's door opened behind her. She turned around to find the girl standing in the hallway, looking so beautiful and tempting even in the poor lighting. Madison's heart started racing again when the girl favored her with a shy smile. The girl moved close to Madison, got up on her tippytoes and kissed her. Madison's resolve to do the right thing evaporated and she kissed Stephanie back. It was no little girl kiss, Stephanie's tongue teasing Madison into her mouth. It lingered for a while.
Finally pulling back, Stephanie looked into Madison's eyes, biting her lip in a way that was both sweet and shy but also sexy as hell. The girl must have seen something in Madison's eyes because a slow smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. That smile made Madison's breath catch in her throat, and she knew she was in trouble.
“I had to do that,” Stephanie said, stepping back, “I've wanted to all night. When I looked through the peephole and saw you... I thought you might let me.”
“Stephanie,” Madison said, her voice a little husky, “I shouldn't have done that.”
“But you did,” the girl said, with a playful smile.
Madison looked at her for a long moment, then shook her head and laughed, “Yeah, I did.”
“I'm glad you did,” Stephanie said.
Me, too, Madison thought but didn't dare say it out loud. Her lips were still tingling from the brush of Stephanie's against them, and she wanted to kiss the girl, again. It was for the best that Stephanie had pulled away, had stopped because Madison wasn't sure she would have been able to do it.
Taking a deep breath to bolster her courage, Stephanie said, “Um, Mom will be working late the rest of the week. She has a big project and it is getting near its deadline. Maybe we can do this, again, tomorrow? You can cook this time.”
No, absolutely not. Stop this before it gets out of hand, she thought but the way the girl was looking at her, she couldn't hear her own thoughts over her pounding heart. Instead, she said, “I should warn you- I'm not much of a cook.”
Smiling at Madison, she said, “I'm sure it'll be delicious. Tomorrow at seven?”
Madison nodded, watching as the girl disappeared back into her apartment. Shaking her head, she let herself into her apartment, thinking, That girl is going to be trouble for me.
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Glancing at the clock, Madison saw it was almost six. She looked nervously at the grocery bags sitting on the counter. She hadn't been lying when she told Stephanie she wasn't much of a cook. Most of her meals at home were either takeout or prepared in the microwave. She had to buy pots and pans plus a bunch of other stuff just for tonight. She shook her head at all the shiny new cookware on the counter.
Madison had decided on tacos for dinner tonight. She had spent her lunch break Googling recipes, wondering if she had enough kitchen sense to pull any of them off. Finding one for spicy chicken tacos that seemed fairly easy and well reviewed by the people who had tried it, she had printed the recipe out.
She had gotten lost in the grocery store, trying to find all of the ingredients. She hadn't realized how many aisles were in the place since most of her purchases were made in the freezer section. Still, she managed to find everything on her list. The numerous plastic bags had joined her new kitchen supplies in the trunk of her car.
The recipe said it would only take twenty minutes to prepare, but she assumed that was for someone who had an inkling of how to cook. Luckily, a lot of the recipe could be prepared ahead of time, and Madison decided not to try her luck by waiting to the last minute.
Pulling her brand new cutting board in front of herself, Madison took a deep breath and reached for the first ingredient to her pico de gallo: a cucumber. She couldn't remember ever seeing cucumber in her salsa before, but she wasn't about to start fiddling with the recipe. She peeled it with her brand new peeler, then diced it up into tiny pieces. With no knife skills to speak of, it took forever, and she about cut herself a half dozen times. Next, she did the same with two tomatoes, cutting them in quarters so she could remove the pulpy center of each quarter. The recipe just called for the firm fleshy part of the tomato. With the tomato and cucumber in the pan, she diced up a red onion, her eyes tearing up from the fumes. She had to put the knife down and step away for a second before finishing. Once she had the onion finished, all she needed was to chop up some cilantro, add some salt and pepper, and squeeze in some lime juice.
She mixed it up and tasted it. It was light and bright and delicious. Laughing, she said, “Look at me, cooking like a big girl.”
Mom would be proud that I finally bought a pot, Madison thought, making a mental note to call the woman tomorrow. Her mother would want to know the reason behind the purchase, and she'd have to think up something that didn't involve trying to woo a thirteen-year-old girl
With her pico finished, she put it in the fridge and started shredding a head of Napa cabbage. Again, she found it odd not to be using lettuce but the author of the recipe said the cabbage gave the tacos a nice crunch. A bit of shredded red cabbage joined the Napa in a bowl, then more of the cilantro she had chopped up. She finished what the recipe called Asian slaw off with some green onion and some shredded carrot, mixing everything up. She didn't know if it would taste any different but it was prettier than just plain lettuce. The pop of orange from the carrots and the purple from the red cabbage was pleasing to the eye.
She glanced at the clock and saw twenty-six minutes had passed since she started- already longer than the recipe said it would take to complete, and she hadn't even started cutting up her chicken yet. She celebrated her decision to start early.
Reading her recipe, again, she grabbed another bowl and started putting together her spice rub. She measured out salt, pepper, chili powder, cumin, paprika, and oregano, stirring everything to mix. Setting it aside, she grabbed her chicken breast and started cutting it into strips. The chicken went into the bowl with the seasoning, and she tossed the pieces until everything was nicely coated.
Madison glanced at the clock, saw it was time to start cooking. She got the chicken in the skillet she had bought, added some water to simmer the meat, and set the heat to low. While it cooked, she headed down the hall to her bedroom. She stood by her bed, looking down at the two dresses she had laid out. The one on the left was pretty but safe, something she could wear to church without spontaneously catching fire. The dress on the right, on the other hand... It was her party dress, the one she wore when she went out dancing. It was slinky and tight, very short.
Definitely not what to wear when entertaining a thirteen-year-old girl. At least it shouldn't be, but it was the one that kept catching Madison's eye. What would Stephanie think if she showed up to dinner and Madison was wearing such a dress? Would she guess what the Madison had been thinking about when she pulled it from her closet? Would she run away screaming or maybe kiss Madison like she had in the hallway?
All day she had been thinking about the girl, daydreaming about the kiss instead of getting any real work done. No girl- or woman, for that matter- had ever gotten into her head like Stephanie had. The girl had made a home in Madison's thoughts, had lived there all day.
She picked up the slinky party dress, looking at it. She loved this dress, loved the way it fit her, like the designer had made it just for her. She looked at the other dress on the bed, shaking her head. Her mind was already made up; now she was just trying to justify wearing this dress for Stephanie.
“I'm going to hell for this,” she said, still shaking her head as she slipped out of her sweatpants and t-shirt and into the slinky dress. Smoothing it into place, she glanced at herself in the mirror. There was no way Stephanie would mistake her intentions in this. After all, they were far from innocent.
Hanging up the other dress, she closed her closet door. Good idea or not, this was the dress she was wearing tonight.
She walked back to the kitchen, stirred the delicious smelling mixture in the skillet. Her mouth started watering. She grabbed a spoon and tasted the spicy chicken, smiling at how good it tasted. She put the spoon in the sink, turning on the oven. Wrapping some tortillas in foil, she put them in the oven to warm them.
Glancing at the clock, she saw it was almost seven. Her heart was racing in her breast as she quickly set the table, putting out the pico de gallo and her Asian slaw. She turned the heat off on the chicken, tasted it. It was ready.
There was a knock, and she hurried to the door. Looking through the fish lens, she saw Stephanie standing in the hallway. She opened the door for the girl, and she stepped inside. Stephanie moved against her, and Madison got her wish as the girl kissed her deeply. Madison put a hand on the girl's hip so she wouldn't stop. Either the girl got the message or she wasn't in any hurry to end it either, because the kiss lingered until Madison's knees were a little weak with desire.
“Hi,” the girl said, finally pulling back.
“Hi,” Madison husked, her voice thick with excitement.
“Something smells delicious,” Stephanie said, going to the stove. Turning back to Madison, the girl gave her a playful smile and said, “I thought you said you couldn't cook.”
“I can't,” Madison said, laughing, “I didn't even own a skillet until I went shopping earlier. I spent my lunch break Googling how to make tacos.”
The girl's smile widened, and she said, “You went to all that trouble for me?”
That smile made it hard for Madison to breathe and her voice was a little shaky as she said, “Have a seat and I'll get everything to the table, then you can decide how I did.”
“If it tastes half as good as it smells, it's going to be incredible,” Stephanie said, sitting at the table.
Madison transferred the chicken to a bowl, sitting the skillet in the sink. As she worked, she felt the girl's eyes on her. She shivered under Stephanie's hot gaze on her bare legs and back. She knew she should be ashamed for wearing this dress for the girl, but she was only excited that she was looking.
Her hands were shaking a little as she brought the chicken to the table. From the oven, she fetched the tortillas, putting them on a plate and opening the foil. She returned to the table with them, sitting down adjacent to the girl
“Dig in,” she said, putting the tortillas on the table between them.
As they ate, Madison asked, “Can I ask you something kind of personal?”
Stephanie looked at her a long moment, then took a deep breath and asked, “You want to know about the drawings, don't you?”
“You don't have to tell me if you don't want,” Madison said.
Clearly embarrassed, the girl said, “Um, I- I just like the challenge of drawing the human body. It's one of the hardest things to draw.”
Madison gave her a curious look, and Stephanie looked away. Amused, Madison said, “There's more to this story, isn't there?”
“Mom kind of freaked out when I started drawing naked women,” Stephanie said, laughing self-consciously, “it's why I'm going to a Catholic school, now.”
“But she lets you hang the pictures on the wall?” Madison asked, frowning.
“She doesn't let me,” Stephanie said, shaking her head, “she insists on hanging them up. She can't make up her mind to be proud or horrified at my drawings.”
Laughing, Madison said, “Luckily, mothers can manage to be both at the same time.”
“I guess,” Stephanie said, taking a bite of her taco.
“Who are the women in the drawings?” Madison asked, and the girl almost choked on her bite of food. As the girl coughed and sputtered, she said, “Ah, so they are someone you know, not just made up.”
The girl looked at her for a long time as she tried to get herself under control. Madison had the feeling Stephanie was trying to make up her mind whether to tell her something or not. Finally, the girl looked away and shyly said, “The one above the couch is Sister Maryellen.”
“Wait,” Madison said, laughing, “you mean... A nun?”
“I- I had to guess what she looked like,” Stephanie stammered.
Smiling at her, Madison asked, “So, you didn't catch a peek of what's under the habit?”
“No,” Stephanie said, laughing.
“The other drawing... Another nun?” She asked, finding the fact the girl was drawing erotic pictures of nuns amusing, which was surely another sign she was hell bound.
“No,” Stephanie said, rubbing the back of her neck, “that's Stacey Hammond, a woman who lived down the hall in the apartment building Mom and I lived in before this place. She was a stripper.”
“So a nun and a stripper,” Madison laughed, shaking her head, “am I missing a common thread to your work?”
Stephanie just shrugged, looking like she was ready for this conversation to be over.
“No theme, huh?” Madison asked, smiling at her, “just two women you... What, had a crush on?”
“Something like that,” Stephanie said, looking away.
Playfully, Madison asked, “Do you always draw the women you are attracted to?”
Stephanie inhaled sharply, looking up in surprise. Her eyes were wide as she met Madison's, then she started to smile. Coyly, she said, “Maybe.”
“Well, I can't say I blame you,” Madison said, sipping her drink, “Sister Maryellen and Stacy the stripper were both very beautiful women. I see why you'd want to draw them.”
The girl took a deep breath and said, “It's why I wanted to draw you, too.”
Caught off guard, Madison smiled at the girl, the compliment pleasing her more than she liked to admit. The shy, earnest way Stephanie delivered it only made it mean that much more to her. Suddenly a little shy herself, she said, “Thanks. Coming from a girl as beautiful as you, that's a helluva compliment.”
Madison saw the girl's smile and knew the compliment had pleased her. Madison had just admitted she was attracted to Stephanie and the girl hadn't run away. Then again, Stephanie might have gotten the message from the eager way she kissed the girl back in the hallway last night and again a while ago. Maybe the girl wasn't all that surprised to hear her say it. Still, she didn't run away, just smiled that smile that made the little devil on Madison's shoulder laugh in delight.
Changing the subject, Madison said, “How's your mother's project coming along?”
“She didn't get in until after two this morning,” Stephanie said.
“Ouch,” Madison said, cringing.
“She drank a whole pot of coffee this morning and still looked half asleep walking out the door,” Stephanie said, shaking her head, “She told me not to wait up tonight, either.”
“The project is due Friday,” Madison said, sympathetically, “and the last I heard they were way behind and playing catch up.”
“I know,” Stephanie said, then suddenly grinned at Madison, “I guess the one good thing about the whole thing; I don't have to rush home after we eat.”
“No homework or anything?” Madison asked, thinking, That's a first. Never had to ask a date if she had finished her studies before.
Laughing, Stephanie said, “I did it when I got home from school so I'd have the evening free.”
“Oh?” Madison asked, her pulse picking up. The girl seemed to have more planned for the evening than just having dinner. Madison didn't know just what Stephanie had in mind, but her own mind was showing a lot of exciting possibilities.
Stephanie met her eyes, smiling shyly. She fiddled with her napkin as she said, “I like kissing you, Madison.”
Her heart knocking around her rib cage, Madison found herself saying, “I like kissing you, too, Stephanie. Shouldn't, but I do.”
“Um,” the girl said, her voice quavering a little, “would you want to maybe do it some more? On the couch, maybe?”
Madison glanced at her couch, her already racing heart taking off at a sprint at the thought of making out with the girl. Did she dare give in to the urge, surrender that forbidden desire welling up inside of her? She felt like she was standing with her toes on a line she shouldn't cross. So far she was on the right side of the line, if just barely. Her actions so far, while inappropriate, weren't overtly illegal. She wasn't sure if she and Stephanie sat on that couch if she could say the same thing afterward.
She looked at Stephanie, saw the girl chewing on her lip anxiously. The girl looked so sweet and shy and incredibly sexy. The way her eyes held Madison's made it hard to think about doing the right thing. The curiosity, the innocent desire Madison saw in them was intoxicating and, as Madison drank it in, her sense of morality became fuzzy around the edges. She wanted the girl, wrong or not.
How wrong can it be the little devil on her shoulder whispered in her ear, it was her idea.
She knew she was in trouble when that argument made sense to her. It was true enough, if self-serving. Both kisses they had shared had been instigated by Stephanie, and now the girl was the one suggesting spending some time on the couch. The fact that the girl was willing only made the line she shouldn't cross harder to see.
Stephanie saw her struggling with her conscience, said, “It's okay to say no... Or yes, if you want.”
Taking a deep breath, Madison said, “It is a bad idea, Stephanie.”
Smiling, the girl said, “That isn't a no.”
“I know,” Madison laughed, shaking her head. The girl was right, of course. Madison just couldn't seem to get the word out, couldn't get her lips to form the sounds. Probably, because it wasn't the word she wanted to say. She didn't think she'd have the same problem with saying yes.
“If you aren't saying no...” Stephanie said, her smile turning coy.
That smile was Madison's undoing, and she ran her hand through her hair, meeting the girl's eyes. The girl's smiled widened, and she got up from her chair, circling to where Madison sat. Stephanie offered her hand to Madison. Shaking her head at her own behavior, she took it, let the girl help her to her feet. Her legs were a little rubbery with adrenaline as the girl led her into the living room. She sat down and Stephanie sat close, their knees touching.
Stephanie met her eyes and said, “Promise me something.”
“What?” Madison asked, lost in the girl's beautiful eyes.
“Not to hold back,” Stephanie said.
“Hold back?” Madison asked, frowning.
“You'll know what I mean if it comes to that,” Stephanie said, leaning in to kiss Madison, “just promise me.”
“I won't,” Madison said, even though she wasn't sure what she was promising, exactly. All she could think about was her lips tingling from the briefest brush of Stephanie's lips and that she wanted Stephanie to kiss her, again.
“Good,” Stephanie said, smiling at Madison. She leaned in, stopping with her lips just inches from Madison. She waited for Madison to come to her and Madison couldn't resist. When Stephanie opened her mouth, Madison caressed the girl's tongue with her own.
There goes the excuse that Stephanie instigated the kisses, Madison thought.
The kiss lingered, deepened until Madison was almost dizzy with need. Her hand came up, finding the girl's graceful neck, holding her to the kiss. Not that Stephanie needed any encouragement, kissing Madison back eagerly. She thought the girl's arousal might match her own. She could feel the girl's desire, her excitement behind her kisses.
Her hand slipped from Stephanie's neck and onto her small breast, kneading it through the dress she wore. She was so lost in the moment, she didn't realize she had done it until Stephanie moaned into her kiss. Pulling back, she saw her hand on the girl's breast, pulled it back like she had been burned.
Stephanie gave her a look, took ahold of Madison's hand and put it back on her breast. Meeting Madison's eyes, she said, “You promised.”
Staring at her hand on the thirteen-year-old's breast, feeling its stiffening nipple poking against her palm, Madison finally realized what the girl had meant by 'don't hold back'. She met the girl's eyes and asked, “Are you sure?”
She smiled at Madison, said, “Don't stop unless I need you to.”
Oh, God, Madison thought, her heart beating so hard it was in danger of bursting through her rib cage at any second, I think I'm going to be so far passed the line I shouldn't cross by the time this is over, I won't be able to see it, anymore.
Stephanie's breast was the perfect size for her hand, something Madison liked. She liked tight bodied women, dancer or athletic types. It really didn't surprise her that she found Stephanie so appealing. The girl had the willowy figure that Madison was attracted to, all long legs and narrow hips, small breasts and a pert backside.
Even with the girl's permission, she was a little nervous touching Stephanie like this. The little devil on her shoulder reminded her that the line had already been crossed and that there was no additional penalty for going a little further.
With her thumb, she teased the nub of the girl's nipple, making Stephanie moan. The girl bit her lip and looked down at the hand on her breast nervously, but she didn't tell Madison to stop. When Madison leaned into kiss Stephanie, the girl's kiss was eager as ever, maybe even more so.
Stephanie's hand found Madison's neck, and she thought the girl was mimicking what she had done. Madison had a second to wonder if the girl would try her luck as Madison had, then the girl's hand found its way onto Madison's breast. Even though she had sort of expected it, it was still a shock, being fondled by a thirteen-year-old girl. As the girl's hand teased a moan from her, Madison decided it was less a shock and more a pleasant surprise.
When Stephanie stole Madison's thumb trick, again, she wondered if the girl was just mimicking what Madison was doing. Then it dawned on her, and she pulled back from the kiss to ask, “Stephanie... Have you done this before?”
“Why? Am I doing it wrong?” The girl asked, which was answer enough.
“This is your first time?” Madison asked.
“Yeah,” Stephanie said, meeting Madison's eyes, “You promised, remember? Don't make a big deal of it.”
“Are you sure you want your first time to be with your pervy next door neighbor?” Madison asked, smiling at Stephanie, “Maybe you should wait for someone your own age.”
“I want my first time to be with someone who knows what she's doing,” Stephanie said, blushing, “not someone who is clueless as I am.”
Madison laughed and said, “I don't know, the first fumbling time of two inexperienced people is kind of fun. The nervous excitement, the thrill of trying something new... I think I was giggling my whole first time.”
“Maybe,” Stephanie said, considering what Madison had said. Finally, she laughed and asked, “Did you really just call yourself my pervy next door neighbor?”
“In the last week or so, I think I've earned the title,” Madison said, smiling at the girl.
“Just in the last week or two?” Stephanie asked, playfully.
“Yeah,” Madison said, meeting the girl's eyes, “I was pretty straight-laced before I met you.”
“Oh,” Stephanie said, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the look in Madison's eyes. She gave Madison a warm smile, then leaned in for a heated kiss. When she pulled back, she said, “So, in a way, this is your first time, too.”
“I guess you could say that,” Madison said, suddenly nervous. She was far from a virgin, but the girl was right, in a sense. The last time she had been with a girl Stephanie's age she had been... Well, Stephanie's age.
“So I have the best of both worlds in you?” Stephanie asked, moving onto Madison's lap.
“I- Well...” Madison sputtered, finding it hard to think with the lovely teenager's body pressed against hers, the tantalizing scent of soap and shampoo and just a hint of some perfume teasing her nose. Then the girl kissed her, Stephanie's tongue slipping into Madison's mouth to caress her own, and she felt a girlish giggle in the back of her throat.
“Don't hold back,” Stephanie reminded her, putting her arms around Madison's neck.
Don't hold back, Madison repeated to herself, the thought rattling around her brain like a bumble bee stuck in a drinking glass.
She startled a giggle from Stephanie as she scooped the girl up in her arm and got to her feet. The girl held on tight as Madison carried her down the hall to her bedroom. Stephanie smiled up at her when Madison laid her gently on her bed. Madison ran the zipper on her side down, and the dress hung loosely on her shoulders. She hesitated, remembering she wore nothing but a thong underneath. Stephanie's eyes were hot on her, and the girl was biting her lip, looking so shy and sexy at the same time. Before she could think better of it, she slipped the dress from her shoulders, wriggled out of it completely. Stephanie's eyes were on her nearly naked body, her gaze like a caress on Madison's skin. Madison shivered as Stephanie's lips turned up in a playful smile.
Madison watched as the girl got to her knees on the bed, her fingers curling around the hem of her dress. Stephanie pulled it up slowly, and Madison's pulse grew faster with every inch of thigh the girl revealed. The slow reveal was a torture and a delicious tease and Madison could hardly stand the anticipation of seeing the girl's lovely body.
She was trembling with excitement by the time she caught the first peek of the cotton panties the girl wore. Simple and white, the panties were nothing special but, for some reason, they had Madison breathing funny. The underwear was practical, not meant to be sexy but the girl still looked amazing in them.
Up and up, the dress moved, revealing more perfect skin. Stephanie had a sexy stomach, flat and just lightly defined. Madison's breath caught in her throat as a pale sliver of the girl's breasts appeared under the rising material and she realized Stephanie wasn't wearing a bra. A few more agonizing seconds and she was staring at Stephanie's small, upswept breasts. They were perfect, like the rest of the girl.
Stephanie tossed her dress aside, meeting Madison's eyes shyly. The girl looked unsure of herself, painfully self-conscious. Madison could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the question of whether or not Madison found her desirable. Her fear was unfounded because Madison thought she was stunning, perfect. She knew what the girl needed to hear to belay her insecurities, but she couldn't get her mouth to work right. The girl's beauty had left her speechless.
Still, the girl seemed to see what she needed in Madison's eyes and her confidence returned. She giggled nervously as she stretched out on her back. She looked up at Madison expectantly.
Madison climbed onto the bed, stretching out on her side next to the girl. Her heart was knocking around in her chest, and she actually had butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't remember being this excited or nervous about sleeping with anyone in a very long time. Maybe not since that first couple of times with Heather.
The girl rolled onto her side facing Madison, hesitantly moving against her. Madison welcomed her into her arms, kissed her passionately. Stephanie's hesitation fled her, and she responded to Madison, kissed her back eagerly. A shiver of excitement worked through Madison as Stephanie's hands began to move over her body, exploring her. Her touch left Madison's skin tingling and her nerve endings singing.
Taking her cue from the girl, Madison let her own hands roam over Stephanie, thrilling to the girl's warm, smooth skin under her fingertips. As beautiful as the girl's body was, it felt even more tantalizing. Her hands couldn't get enough of her.
When Madison put her hand on Stephanie's shoulder and urged her to her back, the girl went willingly enough. Madison got to her hands and knees, and the girl looked up at her expectantly. Smiling, Madison gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then her chin. Stephanie giggled as Madison nuzzled her neck, kissed her collar bone. She inhaled sharply when Madison's lips brushed against the slope of one breast, then moaned as her lips trapped one straining nipple. Her back arched as Madison's tongue traced her areola, then teased the nipple itself, pushing her breast against Madison's mouth. Getting the message, Madison took her time, didn't let up until the girl was ready.
Stephanie sighed and writhed as Madison moved lower, her stomach tensing every time Madison's lips brushed her skin. Madison smiled as the girl's breathing quickened as she made it to her navel, then lower still. Coming to the elastic band of the girl's panties, Madison hooked her fingers in it and looked up at Stephanie for permission. Giggling, the girl nodded, lifted off the bed so Madison could run the underwear down her long legs and off. Madison nuzzled the hollow of her hip, making Stephanie sigh, then kissed the pale skin above her girlhood, the place that even the tiniest bikini still covered.
By the time she made it to the faint thatch of pubic hair, the girl wasn't breathing at all, holding her breath in nervous anticipation. Madison stuck her nose in that downy patch, breathed deep the musky scent of the girl. Stephanie's scent was intoxicating.
The girl's pent up breath exploded from her as Madison gently kissed her bud. Madison rolled her eyes up at the girl, saw her biting her lip shyly. Smiling, Madison let her tongue caress her tender clit, making the girl gasp. The gasp turned into a moan as Stephanie's hips began to move. Her eyes were wide as she propped up on elbows to watch what Madison was doing to her. Madison pulled her hair aside, turned her head so the girl could see the flick of her tongue across her bud.
“God, that feels so good,” Stephanie moaned, her face screwing up in pleasure. Her fingers tightened on the sheets as Madison drove her young body crazy.
She was moaning and sighing, and Madison reveled in the sounds of the girl's enjoyment, played the girl's writhing body like a musical instrument. Stephanie made the loveliest noises when she was excited, these little wordless murmurs.
Those soft sounds of pleasure became sharp cries of ecstasy as the girl's body began to gather tension. Stephanie's eyes were wide when Madison looked up at her. The girl seemed to know what was about to happen to her, the anticipation of that delicious explosion of pleasure hastening it along. Madison couldn't look away, fascinated by the look on the girl's face. She watched the girl come, saw the magic moment of her body going crazy in her eyes.
Stephanie came so hard, her whole body shaking like she was being electrocuted. Her orgasm left her trembling and panting. She looked dazed as she smiled at Madison.
“Holy shit,” Stephanie said, laughing.
Madison crawled up and gave her a lingering kiss. When the girl eventually put a hand on Madison's shoulder and urged her to her back, a shiver of naughty excitement worked through her. Stretching out on her back, she wondered if she was really going to let Stephanie do what she had just done to her. Was she really going to let a thirteen-year-old girl lay between her thighs and eat her pussy? Then she remembered her promise to the girl. Don't hold back, Stephanie had said. If Stephanie were just another girl she had met in a bar, she wouldn't hesitate to let her do it.
Oh God, Madison thought, brushing her hair out of her face, I'm so far in the wrong, I might never be right, again.
Still, when Stephanie started kissing her neck and moving lower, she didn't stop the girl. The girl's lips on her skin made her shiver deliciously, and she sighed. Like a sponge, Stephanie had absorbed all the things Madison had done to her, and she was an apt pupil. She was hesitant, at first, but as Madison began to moan and her body began to move on its own, she became bolder. Seeing the girl's confidence as a lover grow was kind of exciting, Stephanie's blossoming as a sexual being thrilling to watch. It seemed the lower she moved on Madison's supine body, she was more woman than girl.
The girl came to the waistband of Madison's thong and, like Madison had for her, Stephanie looked up at Madison for permission. She hesitated, but the look on the girl's face made her lift her backside off the bed. She shivered as she was suddenly naked in bed with a thirteen-year-old girl. The thong hadn't covered much, but it was still another line to be cross, one that they had just left behind.
Stephanie looked down at Madison's pussy, suddenly at a loss now that she had her naked. Madison smiled at her and propped up on an elbow. The girl met her eyes, chewing on her lip nervously.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Madison asked, still holding her gaze.
The girl nodded, said, “Um, I'm not sure what to do, though.”
“I'll teach you,” Madison said, sitting up to give the girl a quick kiss.
Leaning back on her elbow, again, she let her hand slip between her thighs. Stephanie's eyes were glued to Madison's fingers as they mashed her labia and teased her bud in lazy circles. When Madison removed her hand, the girl looked at her, and Madison nodded. The girl's fingers drew a moan from Madison as she mimicked what Madison had been doing to herself. Stephanie giggled nervously as Madison's hips began to move against her hand.
“Just like that,” Madison sighed, enjoying the little waves of pleasure Stephanie's fingers were sending through her body, “if you listen to the noises your partner is making and watch the movement of her body, you can get a good idea of what she likes. A little faster or a little slower, a bit more pressure or less. No two girls are the same. Half the fun is figuring out what drives her wild.”
Stephanie grinned at her, asked, “What drives you wild?”
Laughing, Madison said, “You think you are ready for something different?”
“What?” Stephanie asked.
Madison took the girls hand, folded all her fingers in except her index and middle finger. Stephanie watched with interest, clearly wondering what Madison had in mind. She gasped as Madison turned her hand palm up, then eased those two fingers inside of her slick pussy. Stephanie laughed, looking wide-eyed at her fingers buried inside of Madison.
Stephanie made a face and Madison laughed, said, “Fingering a girl feels kind of weird at first. Nothing quite like how a girl feels on the inside.”
“Yeah,” Stephanie said, grinning, “except warm apple pie.”
“You've seen American Pie, I take it,” Madison said.
“Yeah. I figured out Mom's parental controls on the TV. She used my birthday like I wouldn't think to try that,” Stephanie said, making Madison laugh.
The girl said, “I must have watched the scene with Shannon Elizabeth a dozen times. You know the one where she is walking around in just her panties?”
Grinning at her, Madison said, “I'm familiar with it.”
“I might have made a drawing of her,” Stephanie said, blushing.
Madison laughed, said, “She is very beautiful.”
The girl took a deep breath and asked, “What do I do?”
“On the stomach side of my vagina, you should feel a spot that is a slightly different... I don't know, texture than everything else. Can you- Oh! Yeah, that's it,” Madison said, her back arching as the girl's fingers found the magic button inside, “Oh God, can you feel what I'm talking about?”
The girl nodded.
“That's the g-spot,” Madison said around a moan, “put pressure on it like you are trying to call someone over.”
Stephanie made little come-hither motions deep inside of her and Madison's hand clutched at the sheets. The girl's eyes got big as Madison's body went crazy. Madison smiled at her, nodded her encouragement.
“The feeling of... Oh, shit,” Madison breathed, her hips gyrating against the girl's hand, “the feeling of having your G-spot stimulated is...is very intense. It feels so good.”
The wonderful things Stephanie was doing to her made it hard to think, let alone teach the girl anything. Her eyes drifted closed, and her cries of enjoyment filled the room as she lost herself to the lovely sensations washing through her.
Her eyes snapped open as she felt Stephanie's lips brush against her sensitive bud. She shivered as the girl tasted her with her tongue, its hot, wet caress drawing a moan from Madison's slack mouth. With a little experimenting, Stephanie figured out what Madison liked, what drove her wild. The girl really was a quick study, had Madison writhing in ecstasy.
Madison touched the girl's cheek affectionately, gently brushed an errant lock of hair behind her ear. The girl rolled her eyes up at Madison, and she smiled at her. The corners of the girl's lips turned up in a grin, but she didn't let up on Madison's bud.
That grin got to Madison, and she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep inside. Somewhere in the back of her mind, among the frantic thoughts brought on by the gathering tension in her body, she realized a thirteen-year-old girl was going to make her come. The fingers inside of her and the tongue on her bud belonged to a girl not even old enough to drive a car. As her body locked up and pleasure exploded inside of her, Madison decided she was okay with that. When the feel good juices flooded her bloodstream, she forgot to feel guilty.
Stretching like a cat in a sunny spot, Madison said, “God, I haven't come like that in a long time. That was amazing, Love.”
The comment pleased Stephanie, and she grinned proudly.
Smiling back at her, Madison said, “You should take a bow after that.”
Stephanie laughed, leaning in for a kiss. Madison wrapped her arm around the girl's neck, tumbling her onto her back. Giggling, girl looked up at. Winking, Madison rolled over and opened a drawer in her nightstand. She looked at the strap-on, but she figured Stephanie wasn't quite ready for that, so she grabbed her vibrator instead. Turning back to the girl, she waggled it back and forth.
“Do you know what this is?” Madison asked.
The girl shook her head, said, “No.”
“It's a girl's best friend,” Madison said, laughing when Stephanie gave her a curious look, “you'll see, trust me.”
Madison turned the black knob at the base of the vibrator. The girl's eyes widened as it came buzzing to life. Smiling, Madison ran it up the inside of the girl's thigh making her giggle and her leg jerk. Stephanie gasped as the smooth plastic shaft found her bud. A startled moan escaped her as the vibrations found there way deep into her nerve endings. Her hips undulated against the toy as Madison held it to her sensitive clit.
“I think I see what you mean,” Stephanie said, around a moan, “about it being a girl's best friend.”
Laughing, Madison said, “Feels amazing, doesn't it?”
“Yeah,” the girl breathed, her head tossing listlessly.
With her free hand, Madison explored the girl's lovely body. Stephanie sighed and moaned, turned on by Madison's touch. Madison could see the excitement in the girl's eyes, in the way her body tensed under her fingertips. The girl liked the feel of Madison's caresses on her skin, liked the attention Madison was giving her. A kinky thrill worked through Madison, the girl's fervor fueling her own excitement.
Her hand glided over the girl's taut stomach, cupped one small breast. Stephanie arched her back as Madison teased her straining nipple, groaning as it began to ache sweetly. She ran her fingernails lightly on the underside of her breast, making the girl shiver. Smiling, she ran her nails along the girl's rib cage, and Stephanie shivered, again.
Interesting, Madison thought, running her nails down the girl's stomach, Stephanie likes when I do this.
The girl's little murmurs of enjoyment grew louder, more urgent as Madison's touch and the vibrator pressed against her tender bud had her rocketing toward another orgasm. Madison could almost see the tension building up inside the girl, knew the girl was close. She smiled as the girl's fingers clutched at the sheets, squeezing them in a death grip. Her whole body arched off the bed, only her heels and her shoulders touching the mattress, then her orgasm had its way with her. She cried out as her body jerked out of control and she collapsed back to the bed, a gasping and trembling mess.
“Holy shit,” the girl said, trying to catch her breath, “I need to get me one of these.”
Laughing, Madison gave her a quick kiss, then turned the vibrator off. She held it out to the girl, said, “Here.”
“Your turn?” Stephanie asked, grinning as she took the sex toy.
“Nah. That's yours now,” Madison said.
The girl's eyes widened, and Madison laughed at her surprise. Stephanie looked at the vibrator in her hand, then back at Madison, “You are giving me this?”
Madison kissed her, said, “I doubt you'd be able to buy one of your own, so yeah.”
“Um, thanks,” the girl said, then grinned at Madison, “maybe you really are my pervy neighbor, after all.”
Laughing, Madison said, “I think giving a thirteen-year-old girl a vibrator qualifies, yeah.”
Stephanie gave her a weighing look, and Madison wondered what was on the girl's mind. She waited for the girl to decide if she was going to ask her question or not. Finally, the girl met Madison's eyes, asked, “Does it matter to you? That I'm only thirteen?”
Madison thought about it a second before answering, “Probably not as much as it should and less by the minute.”
Smiling coyly at Madison, Stephanie asked, “So, how many minutes until it doesn't matter, at all?”
The girl was teasing her, but Madison thought, underneath the playfulness, the girl was really asking if Madison would ever stop thinking of her as a little girl. The question intrigued her. Why was it important to Stephanie for Madison to not care about her age? She could come up with only one reason, and it both excited and scared the hell out of her.
Suddenly nervous, Madison asked, “Stephanie... About this, what we are doing... Do you... I mean, is this a... One-time thing?”
“Do you want it to be a one-time thing?” Stephanie asked, her eyes searching Madison's.
Do I, Madison asked herself, will tonight be enough to scratch the itch I didn't even know I had?
Looking down at the lovely naked girl, she didn't think it would. Her heart was racing in her breast as she said, “No.”
“Neither do I,” Stephanie said, smiling at her.
Madison leaned in and kissed the girl. It deepened in a hurry and Madison realized neither of them was ready to call it a night. She moved atop the girl, without breaking the kiss. She nudged the girl's legs open, laying between them. Stephanie didn't seem to mind her weight, putting a leg around her hips to hold her there.
When Madison pushed her hips forward, rubbing her body against Stephanie's, the girl moaned into their kiss. Pulling back, Madison smiled at her, grinding against the girl in slow circles. Stephanie bit her lip, her eyes wide as she looked up at Madison. Her fingers dug into Madison's shoulder each time their bodies came together.
Maybe the girl's instincts kicked in, or she just realized she could roll her hips up into Madison, but Stephanie began to meet her counter-thrust for thrust. The delicious friction of their bodies rubbing together had both of them moaning and sighing. Stephanie's hands slipped from Madison's shoulders, down to grab her buttocks. Madison laughed as the girl urged to her go faster, leaned in for a quick kiss before letting her hips move faster and faster.
Even as their pace became frantic, they moved together in perfect harmony. Madison had never been with anyone who complimented her so well. Tribbing with a new partner usually took some practice but not with Stephanie. The girl was the ying to her yang, the push and pull of their bodies like beautiful, sensual choreography. It was kind of thrilling the way the girl seemed to be in her head, was ready for her every move. It was even more exciting when Madison remembered Stephanie had never done this before.
Madison put her hands on either side of the girl, so she could support her weight and really grind against Stephanie. The girl's fingers dug into Madison's buttocks, and her cries of enjoyment grew louder. Madison smiled at her, used the roll of her hips to drive the thirteen-year-old's body wild.
Stephanie's eyes suddenly widened, and her cries became urgent. Madison smiled at her, focused on pushing the girl closer and closer to a climax. Her efforts hastened her own orgasm, and it took all of her focus to topple both of them over the edge and into orgasmic bliss. Stephanie came first, crying out as her body stiffened beneath Madison. A heartbeat behind her, Madison shook with her own orgasm. The flex of their hips came to a halt, both of them too tender to move.
Madison smiled down at the girl as she tried to catch her breath. She wasn't as young as Stephanie and was winded from their frantic coupling. Her smile widened when she thought she might have gotten carried away. Stephanie seemed to have that effect on her.
Leaning in, she gave the girl a tender kiss, then got off of her. Stretching out on her back, she smiled when Stephanie moved against her to cuddle. She put an arm around the girl, pulled her even closer. Stephanie rested her head on Madison's shoulder and threw her leg across Madison's thighs.
Feeling warm and fuzzy with the girl snuggled against her flank, Madison thought she could easily get used to this. She kissed the top of the girl's head and said, “You were amazing.”
Madison couldn't see it, but she thought the girl was smiling. She could hear it in her voice when Stephanie said, “Thanks for not holding back.”
Laughing, Madison said, “I'm not sure I could have if I tried. You are irresistible.”
The girl inhaled sharply, her arm tightening on Madison. She craned her neck so she could give Madison a toe-curling kiss, then said, “You are pretty irresistible, too.”
Madison thought the girl actually meant it, and it gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. She knew she was in trouble when she realized just how much she liked Stephanie finding her attractive. The girl had already taken up residence in her thoughts and Madison had a feeling it wouldn't be long before Stephanie found a place in her heart, as well.
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Madison stood in her living room looking at her new piece of artwork. It was a lovely piece, a twenty-four inches by thirty-six pencil drawing. It was very dear to her because it featured herself and the girl she had fallen in love with, the artist herself. They were both naked, Madison standing behind the girl with her arms around her. Featuring the girl's uncanny ability to capture a curious sensuality in everyday life, the picture was both sentimental and erotic.
It was double hung with another picture, one Madison could switch to in case of visitors. Not everyone would appreciate the subject matter of the pencil drawing. Not that she got a lot of visitors. Really the only person who visited her on a regular basis was the incredibly sexy girl across the hall.
Thinking about her, Madison glanced at the clock. Smiling, she headed into the kitchen, figuring it was about time to get started. It was her night to cook.