"Are you sure?" She sounds hesitant, like she's afraid to ask the question.
"Of course," you say confidently. "I might have other women, but that doesn't mean you're any less important to me, Madison. You're mine, and that's not going to change, and that's all that matters. You're mine, and I don't let go of what's mine."
She looks hesitant, vulnerable, but she lets go of you and retreats so she can lie beside you and stare at you.
Yeah, you're really going to have to keep an eye on her, you decide. You know she's insecure, but you didn't think it ran this deep. Did something else happen to her that made her worry about how people felt about her like this?
Regardless, you sit up, then lean over and pull her up so she's leaning against you, getting that full-body contact going again.
"I wasn't even planning on having sex today," you murmur in her ear. "I don't think either of us is ready for that. I don't want our first time to be a cheap encounter on the couch while Dad's out having lunch with his friend. It should be special for you."
Madison burrows her head against your neck. "Okay," she breathes. "That would be nice."
You kiss the top of her head. "I just wanted to get a bit more comfortable with you," you continue. "So that our first time is less awkward. I'm a bit..." Boyish. "... insecure. And horny," you admit frankly, "but if it was just that, I could take care of it by myself. I wanted to get used to seeing you naked, and I wanted to get you used to seeing me naked. That's all."
"Mmm." She kisses your neck, then sits back some to look at your face. "That's all?" she asks softly.
"That's all," you confirm.
She hesitantly grips the hem of her shirt, but she looks nervous still. Too nervous. You move forward, grabbing her hands and pulling them down.
"You don't have to," you tell her seriously.
Shaking her head, Madison exhales a long sigh. "No, I do want to," she says. "I'm just... still a bit nervous. Insecure." She scoffs. "It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?"
You shake your head vehemently. "Not at all," you reassure her. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Madison. But I'll make you a deal, okay? If you take off some clothes, then I'll take off some clothes at the same time. You won't have to do it alone."
Considering that for a moment, she nods, first hesitantly and then more firmly. "Okay," she agrees. "Okay. If you'll do it with me, then that's fine."
She starts with her shirt first, then her bra. You hurriedly take your own shirt off, but the first problem immediately presents itself— you don't have a bra to take off. Your breasts aren't large enough for you to need even the smallest bra most places stock. Madison doesn't seem to mind, though, because the first thing she does when she finishes taking off her own bra is to lean over and place an open-mouthed kiss over each of them, lingering for a few moments as she places heavenly little licks around your stiff nipples. "So cute," she murmurs. "I really do like your boobs, Taylor. They're little, and that's okay. They're cute. I like them." She leans up and gives you a quick kiss on the mouth before scooting back and beginning to undo the button on her pants.
A warmth spreads through your gut at her words, entirely unrelated to the arousal pooling in you as you take in Madison's own breasts.
You slide your pants down your legs in unison with Madison, leaving the two of you dressed in nothing but socks and panties. You're a bit jealous of her legs, in all honesty— she's got that cute, soft look to hers without the fat that usually builds up on a soft body frame. Your own legs, in contrast, are more muscled and toned than hers. She seems fascinated by them, pausing in her task of taking her panties off to rub circles over your calf muscles for a moment. You return the favour, running your fingers lightly up and down her thigh, enjoying how soft her skin feels against your fingers.
She catches herself after a moment and gives you an embarrassed smile, then hesitantly hooks her fingers in her panties. You catch on and hook your fingers in your own, quickly sliding them down in an attempt to reassure Madison. She hesitates for a moment— or, no, she's just too busy staring at your suddenly-revealed pussy to keep her end of the bargain. You smirk, and just enjoy her ogling for a minute or two, spreading your legs slightly to give her a better view. Eventually, she startles out of her reverie; you give her a teasing smile, and she flushes hard as she slides her own panties down, then her socks.
When she moves to sit up, you gently splay your hand over her stomach and push her back down. She trembles slightly, but obeys, giving you a worried look. You take a moment to pull your socks off, then slide down the bed. "Don't worry," you tease her. "You took a nice long look at me. I just want to return the favour."
She blushes, but you ignore the urge to lean up and kiss her in favour of sliding further down her body and parting her legs.
Madison is already glistening when you get down there, her pussy thoroughly soaked through. You're not sure what caused that, but you're glad about it. You study it for a few moments, turning your head this way and that. It's cute, you decide eventually. Very cute. Her lips are puffy, and she's a very cute shade of pink. She's even completely shaved, and recently, judging by the lack of regrowth. You reward her for that by giving her a quick kiss, lip-to-lip, then quickly sit up and give her an innocent look.
She looks back at you with flushed cheeks, but doesn't say anything other than to lean towards you and give you another kiss, this time on the mouth. "Mm," she murmurs with a cheeky grin. "You're definitely right about this naked thing. I could get used to being naked around you."
You almost reply with "And you should!", but as tempting a thought as it is, maybe that's something that should wait for after you move out of your Dad's home. Instead, you just give her another kiss and a small grin.
"Now," you say, then pause and quickly hurry over to your closet, where you pull out a jacket and hold it out for Madison. "We're going to watch a movie. Unfortunately, we're going to have to walk past the dining room window to get to the living room, so could you please put this on?"
She accepts it easily and shrugs it on, although she looks a little disappointed until she subtly holds the jacket to her nose. "Lost interest in being naked already?" she jokes, voice muffled.
You shake your head vehemently. "I could never get tired of you being naked," you declare. "But your body is for me to enjoy, and me only. Nobody else gets to see it."
Her eyes darken at the comment. You pause, then review what you just said. You don't quite blush, but you do internally wince. You're going to have to be careful with the possessive remarks around Madison if you want to make sex with her special. Every time you remind her that she's yours, she gets a little more turned on, and there's nothing fun about orgasm denial.
Besides— it's not like her body is completely hidden. You can't see her breasts, but you're not so much taller than her that your jacket completely covers her ass.
Madison disappears into the kitchen while you head out to the living room to set up the movie. It doesn't take long, just enough time to set a DVD into the second-hand DVD player and turn the TV on, so you wander back out to the kitchen to watch Madison as you wait.
There's something extremely erotic about watching a half-nude Madison wander around your kitchen. She notices you watching at one point, and after checking to confirm that nobody will be able to see her while she's in here, she pulls down the zipper on her jacket to reveal her breasts, but doesn't take it off. She totters around the kitchen, moving between a cutting board on which she's preparing sandwiches and a saucepan in which she's cooking the meager amount of popcorn you have in the house, taking deliberate care to make sure you can watch her nude ass as she does.
Eventually, she's done. She zips the jacket back up for a few moments as she heads out to the living room carrying the food, then finally moves over and closes the blinds on the living room windows so she can take the jacket off.
And— oh yes, you think to yourself as she follows you over to the couch and carefully lays her nude body atop yours, dragging the bowl of popcorn over so she can feed it to you. You could get very used to this.
Unfortunately, all good things have to come to an end at some point. You manage to get through three movies in the meantime— you'd wanted to push for the Earth Aleph remake of The Man in the Iron Mask, but held your tongue and allowed Madison to pick from the meager amount of romance movies you'd managed to convince Dad to buy for you— but eventually, the clock hits seven, and the two of you have to return to your room and reluctantly pull your clothes back on before Dad gets home.
When Rick rolls up to pick her up, you think he's surprised to see that Madison's clothes aren't ruffled and her hair is still intact. He can obviously tell that the two of you weren't studying, since Madison forgets her chemistry book and has to make an embarassing run back to your room to retrieve it, but it's obvious the two of you didn't go all the way today. You can see him considering that for a moment, but when he sees Madison's happy face— and believe you, have you worked hard today to bring that expression back to her— he gives you a smile and a thumbs-up. You return it along with a cheesy wink, and try very, very hard not to think about what you just spent eight hours doing with Madison in front of him.
You spend the rest of Saturday obsessing over Madison. You'd known that she harboured insecurities about your relationship with her, but you hadn't realized she was that insecure about it. You're probably going to have to address that soon, if you don't want your relationships with other women to interfere in your relationship with Madison.
That's not something you can do anything about just yet, though. You try to put it out of your mind, and you're mostly successful come Sunday morning. Largely, of course, because you're given something else to obssess about instead; Glory Girl.
You're still not quite sure where you stand with the heroine. You've set your influence into her mind, but you're rapidly approaching the point where you're balking at using your powers on her any more. Much more, and you're not going to be just inserting yourself into her fantasies— you're going to be twisting them. And you're not going to do that to a hero.
Your doubts continue plaguing you even as you get on the bus and head off to the book club. It's not until you get close enough that you can feel Glory Girl's eager anticipation that you manage to shove them in the back of your mind where they belong.
"Taylor!" You're immediately accosted by the heroine the moment you walk through the bookstore's door. You would return the hug, but her arms are wrapped around you so tight that you can't get them out. She's taking care not to squeeze you so hard you can't breathe, you note thankfully.
"Hello, Victora," you say with your most charming grin. She returns one of her own, which, wow, okay, you don't even know why you bothered. Her grin could and would eat yours for breakfast. You drop your eyes away from her depressingly gorgeous grin down to her jacket, which you notice is yet again different to the others she's been wearing— this one's a dark blue, instead.
When you look back up, she's giving you a naughty grin, but doesn't say anything. Instead, she just reaches for your hand and moves to lead you upstairs. Hesitation rises in her for a second, and she turns to look at you; you take the opportunity to dash in front of her and lead her up the stairs, ignoring the amusement you can feel emanating from her.
As usual, the clock in the store starts tolling a few moments after you arrive. Victoria leads you over to your seats and quickly shrugs her heavy jacket off, revealing her fetish costume beneath.
Everything proceeds as per normal until you try to lift her skirt up and she grabs your wrist warningly. You look at her, a little wounded, and she shoots you an apologetic look before turning back to her conversation for a moment. She's a little ruder than she needs to be with how she shuts the line of conversation down, but you don't mind, because it means she can explain herself faster.
As it turns out, the explanation is very simple. She leans towards you and murmurs into your ear, "No peeking today. Touching only."
A little intrigued, you gently pull on her skirt until it's just high enough for you to easily slip your hands under it. Victoria allows it, but grabs her skirt with her left hand at that point. She's far stronger than you— there's no way you can overcome that.
The reason becomes very clear the moment you touch her and find warm, wet skin there, instead of the soft silk you'd been expecting.
You shoot her an intrigued glance. She gives you an embarrassed smile in turn. She can't be obvious about anything, you know, so you stretch your powers out to her.
You take care not to actually tug on anything; you just brush your senses over her, taking in what she's feeling. And she's a mess in there today.
Her emotions are warring with each other. You can feel a thick cloud of shame hanging over her, contending with a flame of lust burning within her. No— contending with it, but also feeding it. The stronger the shame gets, the stronger the lust gets. Guilt gnaws along on the outset, but it's smothered by... something. You can't place it, but you've been feeling it from Sophia, and from Madison the couple of times you've accidentally reached for your power in her presence. Something warm and pleasant, directed at you.
Gently, you begin rubbing your knuckles along her wet folds. You're probably lucky that she isn't talking when you do, because her breath immediately hitches; if she'd been talking, everyone would have noticed that.
For a few moments, you just gently explore her pussy with your fingers, feeling how wet she is, how wet she's getting as you play with her. Then, you try sliding a finger into her.
Try, because she immediately lets go of her skirt and pulls your hand away, shaking her head slightly. She leans back towards you and murmurs, "No fingering, either. Okay?"
You pout at her. "Why not?" you whisper back.
She glances around the room. "I'll explain later," she replies quietly. "No looking, and no fingering. Okay?"
You reluctantly nod. If those are her rules, those are her rules, but you're not happy about them.
