Chapter 4: We’re Not So Different, You and I

Madi

“Walker trial, interview two-A.” I set the phone on the coffee table and sipped my tea. “So, you want to go first, or should I?”

Scott was hunched on the opposite end of the couch, hands clasped between his knees, fixated on a spot on the living room carpet. He hadn’t met my eyes once since we’d sat down. He let out a long breath. “I will. I’m still ... processing. It’s been a long day.”

“Whenever you’re ready. As much as you can remember.”

“Okay, so, I’m working at the bar last night. Erin’s there one a date with some guy, a first date. Derek or something.”

“Like she was showing off in front of you? Wanting to make you jealous?”

“Nothing like that. Erin doesn’t ... didn’t like me that way, not then. We’d made out once, but it never went past that. She never brought it up. It’s just something she does when she knows I’m working, knows I’ll give her free drinks.”

“She does this every time you’re working and she’s not?”

“I mean, not every time. Usually it’s her and her roommate, maybe with some friends, sometimes just her and a book. But a lot, yeah.”

I give a little snort-laugh. “Scott...”

He turns his head. “What?”

“Nothing,” I say, then mutter, “you knob.” He focuses on the carpet again, oblivious. “Go on.”

“So, last call. Erin comes up to get one more round. We take a couple shots, I ask her how the date’s going, she says she’s planning to take Devin or whatever home with her. Like, might as well, not like she’s got anything better, right? And I’d caught her looking at me a couple times, and right then she looked kind of ... resigned, I guess? So I figure, why the fuck not, and I lean in like we’ve got a secret, I lower my voice and I say, ‘Why don’t you take me home instead?’, or something like that.”

“Scott. Did you ask her, or did you tell her?”

“I ... I told her.”

“I need you to think hard. Try to remember exactly what you told her,” I said. “A-and do the ... the voice. For the ... the recording, of course.”

Scott closed his eyes. “I said... You could always take me home instead.”

I felt that familiar current rush through me. My pussy twitched. “What did Erin do?” I asked.

“She looked kind of ... lost for a second, then took the pints and went back to the table.”

I was silent, thinking.

“I didn’t mean to do it!” Scott protested. “I didn’t even know I could do it. It was just a joke!”

“You didn’t connect it to what had happened before, back in the spring, with Lily?”

“Not at first. But then every time I looked over, I catch her watching me. Her date’s just going on and on, looking at his phone half the time. Then all of a sudden she pounds her drink and takes off for the bathroom. The date’s on his phone, talking pretty loud, ordering a taxi. He was a little drunk, but it was like he wanted me to hear him.”

“And you’re thinking...?”

“I’m thinking, alright, so that’s it. She’s taking him home. Oh well. Then she comes out of the bathroom, disheveled looking, and she and the date start fighting. It starts out almost like that whisper-shouting thing that people do, he’s looking at me, then her, back and forth. Now he’s shouting for real. He finishes his drink, bangs his glass on the table, and storms out. Kicks the, what do you call it, the brass thing at the bottom of the door?”

“Kickplate.”

“The kickplate. Erin’s all calm through the whole thing. She pokes her head out the door, tells the bouncer he can take off, then locks up. Comes over to the the bar, real slow, like she’s showing off. Like she knew how good she looked.”

“How’s that? How did she look?”

“It was her date night, so, y’know. Wanting to get some. I’d always thought she was sexy, but this, this was something else. She had on this tight black skirt, a green silk button up blouse. It was mostly undone, and Erin’s got pretty big t–” He stopped himself. “Her breasts are pretty big, and she’s almost spilling out...”

“You can say tits, mate.” I said, turning up my accent.

“Yeah, so, she runs a hand through her hair – she’s a redhead – and she’d just gotten it cut short, so now it’s kinda messy. She looked...” Scott trailed off.

“Keep going.”

“ ... like she’d just been fucked,” he finished. “I blink, and she’s right there. She grabs my tie and pulls me toward her and starts kissing me.”

“You didn’t tell her to? With your voice? Say, Kiss me or whatever?”

Scott shook his head. “This was all her. It went on for ... I don’t know, minutes?”

My thoughts wandered back to that time in the elevator a few weeks ago, the first time I’d kissed him. How his lips were soft, gentle yet insistent. How he’d cradled the back of my head in one hand, the other teasing the hem of my sweatshirt. How his tongue–

I stopped the recording. “Show me,” I said, pulling my shirt over my head and casting it aside. My nipples were painfully hard against my bra, and I yearned for his lips on them. “Show me how you kissed her.”

“But what about the interview?”

“Fuck that thing. We’ll finish it later.” I scooted closer. He wasn’t wearing a tie, so I grabbed him by the collar and brought him close. “I need this now.”

Scott started to lean in, but I put my fingertips on his chest. He pulled back, confused.

“I want you to tell me to do it,” I said. “Say it. Say my name. This is for–”

“Madhuri? Madi? Kiss me.”

My thoughts fled. My eyes slid closed.

“So yeah. Something like that,” Scott said. It was several minutes later when we managed to separate.

“Fuck me, you’re good at that,” I said. My cunt throbbed, swimming with heat. “You taste so ... so goddamned...”

“Madi? You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah,” I said, my head clearing. I hit record again. “So, what next?”

“I mean, pretty much what I did with you the last time I was here. She wanted me to talk dirty to her in that voice, tell her do do things. Erin’s pretty headstrong, normally. Always, really, but last night she was so ... submissive. She was touching herself, getting off on it, rubbing her pussy, pinching her nipples...”

My hands came up, mimicking Erin’s actions in my mind. I was so wet, imagining how she must have felt...

“Madi? Hello?”

“Hm?” I mumbled.

“I said, do you want me to do it now? Do you want me to use my voice? Show you how I talked to her?”

YES! my body screamed. “No,” I said reluctantly, my hands slowing but not stopping. “Not now. Finish your story.”

“That’s pretty much it, for that part. Her eyes were closed, and she was saying all this stuff, how she wanted to feel my cock in her, wanted to cum on my cock, wanted me to cum in her. She made herself cum without me even touching her. Just from me talking. She practically dragged me upstairs after that. We took off our clothes and sat and talked for a while, and then she started asking me questions.”

“About?”

Scott sighed. “About what’s going on, all these changes. Erin’s really fucking smart. She knew something was up. She’d had a little bit of a crush before last night, but this was different. I was different. She’d noticed all these changes, and she called me on it. Nobody else had noticed. We talked, and she kept playing with herself, making herself cum again and again. And then...”

“And then?”

“She got in front of me, started sucking my dick. She asked me, and I told her.” He sighed again. “Everything. About you, the elevator, the ... the science.”

“All of it?” I asked.

He nodded. “Complete honesty.”

“Fuck me. That’s a lot to take in.”

He smiled. “Erin said the same thing.”

“How’d she take it?”

“That’s the strange part. She didn’t seem to mind, you, me, any of it. She ... wanted it, even. For me to keep telling her to do things.”

“Scott? I ... I want that too. Tell me what you told her. What you told her to do, so she’d suck your cock.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. I want to see if I can resist it.”

“Madi. Suck my cock.”

Lust. Heat. That detached, floaty feeling. I stood, and my knees went weak. I knelt, reaching for his trousers and pulling them around his ankles, followed by his boxers. His thick, hard cock swayed in front of me, pulsing with his heartbeat, and I watched as my hand reached for it and I–

No. I pushed the feelings down and rose to my feet.

“Hey, you did it,” Scott said.

“It wasn’t...” I began, my voice trembling. I swallowed. “It wasn’t easy. I want you so bad right now. But we can’t. We need to keep going. Take off the rest of your clothes.”

“What are we –”

“Scott, honey, shh.” I crossed my arms, slipping my fingers under my sports bra and bringing it over my head. I shook my hair out, then bent to take down my underwear. I felt Scott’s eyes on my body as I straightened up and adjusted my glasses. I stepped out of my panties and held one breast in each hand, presenting them to him, the way I imagined Erin had done. I bounced them a little, feeling their weight. They were so fucking big now, so heavy. I lifted one and bent to lick the nipple, watching Scott through my lashes.

“Thoughts?” I said.

“A few. You are so fucking sexy, Madi.” His cock looked even harder. A drop of precum glistened on the tip.

“Flatterer.” I smirked. Another twitch. “I know.”

“But why are you–”

I straddled his lap, rubbing my pussy on his bare cock.

“I thought we weren’t going to fuck,” he said.

“We aren’t. We’re not there yet.” I kissed him for a few seconds and ground my clit against him. “First, I need to hold up my end.”

Scott moaned. I caressed his cheek. “Remember what Erin did, when you told her your story? I think it’s only fair you return the favor.” I held my breasts up again, teasing his lips with a hard nipple. “It’s time I tell you mine. Now suck.”

A wide grin spread across his face. He placed his hands over mine, squeezing. “You love it when I suck your tits,” Scott said. His lips closed on my breast. He tongued my nipple, and I felt myself grow wetter as I slid along his cock.

“K-keep that up, and y-you’re going to make me c-cum ... cum ... already,” I whimpered.

“You love it when I play with these big, ” lick, “soft, ” kiss, “sexy tits, don’t you, Madi? You want to fuck me.”

“Yesss ... Scott. S-stop it, please.”

Scott stopped. His deep blue eyes were wide, waiting.

I tutted. “So literal, you are. I didn’t mean stop stop. Keep sucking.” He did. My body shuddered with a small orgasm. “Oh! Jesusfuckmethatsnice. Mmm. I need to ... n-need to get through this.”

This was back in April or so, and it was storming outside. It was one of those rare mornings when Nadja and I were both off work, and she’d spent the last half hour with her head between my legs. I’d lost count of how many times she’d made me cum after the twelfth one, and I was starting to get sore.

I put a hand on Nadja’s head. “Love?”

“Mmph?” she said, sucking my clit.

“Nadja. Love. I need a break. Come up here.”

Nadja obliged, crushing her tits against me. We’ve both got pretty long legs, and she liked to entwine herself around me when we snuggled, trapping my legs between her strong thighs.

“Love you,” I said softly.

“You’d better.” Nadja kissed my shoulder.

We lay tangled in the sheets, listening to the rain clatter on the windows, the winds whipping in from across the bay. Nadja was playing idly with one of my breasts, rolling it around under her palm. She’d always loved my breasts, but this morning there was something different, like she was curious, studying me.

“Madhuri?” She only used my full name when she was trying to be serious.

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something? About these?”

“What, my tits?”

“Your breasts,” Nadja said. She hated when I called them tits - she had a handful of words that she wouldn’t say, and ‘tits’ was right at the top.

“Okay, my breasts. What about them?”

“You’re ... bigger.”

I harrumphed.

“You know what I mean. They’re bigger. When you took off your blouse last night your bra, looked like it was crushing you. Plus, there’s ... this.”

She plucked my nipple. I gasped, a line of fire shooting to my cunt (another word on her list, by the way). My eyes widened.

“You’re so ... sensitive now,” Nadja said. She reached down and ran a finger along my still-wet slit. “You didn’t used to be like this.”

I shrugged. “Maybe it’s my cycle.”

“Madi. Babe. We both know it isn’t.”

“I don’t know. Maybe a growth spurt? I could just be a late bloomer.”

“You’re twenty-four. That’s pretty darn late. I dunno, I thought you’d be more curious about it. I mean, you’re supposed to be a scientist–”

I shot upright. “Hey. I am a scientist. It’s not that I’m not curious. I have noticed, but I ... I like it. It feels good, natural. I’m sexy now. Sexier.”

Nadja sat up too. “Yeah. That’s what’s bothering me. Believe me, I’m not complaining.” She stroked my side. “I do worry about you. About us. You’ve always been sexy, but now it’s ... I’ve seen how people look at you lately. Girls and guys. And you ... you could have whatever you wanted. Anyone.”

“Here, get up,” I said. “I want to show you something.”

I took her hand and led her to the full-length mirror on the back of the door. We stood side by side, naked, barefoot on the floorboards. Nadja’s got a good six inches on me, at least. I put an arm around her waist.

“You’re what I want. You worry about losing me? Look at you. You’re brilliant. Your skin,” I stroked her stomach. “You’re like porcelain. Those wide, womanly hips. Childbearing–”

“Shut up,” Nadja said with a slight smile. She’s one of those who blushes pretty easily, whenever she gets angry or embarrassed. She can be quite shy, and she’s got a hell of a temper, so yeah, it happens a lot. She turns bright pink, and it reaches all the way down to her chest. So cute.

“– hips,” I finished. “Not to mention your ti–”

Nadja scowled.

“Breasts, sorry. I mean, look at my breasts.” I stood a little straighter and thrust my chest out.

“Look at ... your breasts...”

“Right,” I continued. “Sure, they have gotten bigger lately, but you’ve still got one or two cup sizes on me. Yours, you should be proud. You’re a goddess.”

“Should be proud...” Nadja murmured. “Goddess...”

“Not to mention ... Nadja?”

She didn’t respond. Her eyes were huge and blank, staring at my tits in the mirror.

“Nadja? You alright? Can you hear me?”

“I ... can hear you. ‘M ... all ... alright...” Her voice, like her eyes, had gone dull and lifeless. Monotone. I started to maybe freak out a little. I needed time to process this.

“Nadja, love, you have to listen to me, yeah? I need you to do what I say.”

“Have to listen to you. Need to do what you say.” Her eyes stayed fixed on my breasts.

“You love my breasts, don’t you love? You can’t look away.”

“Love your breasts,” she repeated, entranced. “Love ... I can’t look away.”

I snatched up my glasses from the nightstand. My science brain was kicking in, and a thousand plans ran through my head.

“Nadja,” I said. “I’m going to go away for a bit. I want you to stay here, stay still, just like this. Okay?”

“O-okay.” A hint of a frown, maybe? “Anything you say.”

“And Nadja? You can’t stop thinking of my tits.”

“Can’t stop thinking of your...” A tiny shake of her head. “Of your ... of your...”

I decided to push things. “You can’t stop thinking of my tits.”

“Can’t stop thinking of your tits,” she said. No hesitation this time.

“Lovely. Eyes up.” Nadja raised her head, gazing straight ahead. “You want to keep thinking of my tits. They make you so aroused.”

“Your tits. So aroused ... yesss...”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, took a deep breath, and went to put the kettle on.

It took Scott a good thirty seconds before he noticed I’d gone silent. With a lingering, disappointed look, he stopped worshipping my tits. “I didn’t want to stop,” he said, sounding almost sulky. “I was almost in a trance myself.”