The Extraction
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Chapter 11: A Fateful Decision - Part I
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 11: A Fateful Decision - Part I - With one week until they graduate from college, two long time friends need to finally confront their feelings for one another and figure out what comes next.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Slow
A high heat reunion, and a high stakes decision
Since it’s been a minute since I published anything in this series, here’s a tl;dr of the previous chapter: Drew and Madison experienced the sadness of being separated by distance for the first time on his last morning in Dallas. Back in Massachusetts long-distance calls, flirting, and late-night chats deepen their bond, while Drew grows more invested in their relationship. Exhaustion and a hazing prank result in an angry outburst at his boss - Mitch - when he misses his nightly call with Madison. Though he keeps his internship, he’s worried might have lost his chance of landing a full-time job after this summer.
In the week after my little meltdown, Mitch went out of his way to check in with me at least once a day, which gave me some reassurance that he at least valued what I contributed at work. I still didn’t think I had much chance of getting a full-time job, but at least I felt like Mitch was acknowledging he made a mistake too. Somewhat guiltily, I had not told Madison about the embarrassing meltdown I had had. Both because I was ashamed and because admitting it had largely driven by my desire to talk with her might have made her feel guilty.
Before I knew it the homestand was over. I skipped my nightly call with Madison to celebrate the end of the busy period with the other interns, then slept most of the day Thursday. Friday morning I drove to the airport for my flight to Dallas. I was obnoxiously overexcited about seeing Madison again. Everyone I interacted with, from the cashier at the breakfast place, to the TSA guy in the security line, to the gate agent taking tickets commented on it. It was sort of surreal.
During my flight I had a hard time concentrating on my book. My brain power was increasingly going towards an issue I knew we had to deal with: what to do after the baseball season ended and my internship was over. In light of my recent missteps, I did not really see a future in Pawtucket. Mitch had offered to reach out to his fellow GMs in the Red Sox organization, but I wasn’t sure how good a word he would actually put in for me. That meant my best chance of getting a job in baseball remained going to the Winter Meetings in December in Las Vegas.
The idea that had been festering in the back of my mind was that in that case I had a few months with nothing really better to do. The smart move would probably have been to live with my parents, get a part-time job, save money and work on building my network. However the smart move did not take into account one crucial factor: Madison. I think I probably knew what I was going to do before I even fully formed the thought. I could get a short-term rental in Dallas for Madison’s first semester at SMU, go to the Winter Meetings and see what jobs were available. It gave us another few months to test drive being a real couple, not long distance, and we would see where things shook out after the holidays. During the flight I sort of found myself mentally stress testing this plan and liking it more and more. I was not making a permanent commitment to Dallas, I would still have the opportunity to pursue my dream career, and I could more fully evaluate what Madison and my relationship could become. I had convinced myself it was flawless logic by the time the plane touched down at DFW.
I’d taken a slightly earlier flight out of Boston for this trip, so I got into DFW just after noon. Madison had just taken a half day at her internship rather than the day off like my previous visit, so there was not another scintillatingly cute outfit, just a knee-length black skirt and a typical powder blue button up blouse with her hair up in a professional bun. She still looked fantastic, and the broad smile she had on when she spotted me exiting through the arrivals door made my heart leap.
We greeted each other with our customary powerful hug and deep kiss that probably had other travelers cringing, before we made our way out into the hellacious North Texas heat for the short walk to Madison’s car. Neither of us had eaten lunch, so we stopped and got sandwiches on the way to Madison’s house.
“Give me five minutes to change out of my work clothes and I’ll meet you in the back house and we can eat,” Madison told me once we arrived at her place. I noticed none of her family’s other cars were around, which I hoped meant we would get a little time to ourselves.
I walked into the now familiar garage apartment and set our food on the table in the small kitchenette then put my bag in the bedroom. I texted Katie that I was back in Dallas and she immediately responded with a string of emojis expressing her enthusiasm. Our interactions during my previous visit had been brief, but our daily texting since then meant I felt like I knew her much better. I was curious how our interplay might shift on this trip.
Any thoughts about Katie were swept aside as soon as Madison rejoined me. She was wearing a pink camisole, the top two inches of which were lace. Her nipples were barely covered, and it seemed like the smallest movement in the wrong direction would result in a ‘nip slip’. She was definitely braless. Her white cotton shorts only barely met the definition of being shorts rather than underwear, as they covered the absolute minimum possible. It was over 100 degrees outside, but I strongly suspected Madison’s casual outfit was not just a nod to the heat.
“I am suddenly hungry for more than just a sandwich,” I commented, looking her over.
“What do you mean? It’s just hot out.” Madison’s smirk canceled any of the innocence she managed to keep in her tone. She definitely had selected her clothes hoping to have an effect. It was working, but I decided I could play along with her.
“Right, well then let’s eat,” I said and began unwrapping my sandwich. Madison smiled, realizing I had called her obvious bluff a little and joined me at the table. Silly games aside, we were both quite hungry and wolfed down our food with minimal conversation other than typical ‘how was your flight? How was your work?’ chit chat.
“Do we have any time limitations?” I asked once we cleaned up from our meal.
“Not particularly, my mom had to take a day trip to Austin so won’t be back until dinner. Earliest Conor and Dad could conceivably home is after five barring something weird,” Madison said, a grin creeping on to her face.
“I mean three hours is still a limitation,” I pointed out.
“You really think you can last three hours?” Madison asked, cocking her eyebrow in a small challenge.
“No, actually I was thinking three hours is probably enough for us to have a Round Two. Quickie now, hang out and recover, go again,” I said.
“Sounds fun, I’ve never had a quickie,” Madison said.
“I mean, sounds like you sort of have, our first time technically was,” I pointed out.
“I’ve had encounters that end quickly, not stated quickies,” Madison said.
“Feels like you’re splitting hairs,” I joked.
“Ok, how about this for a first then: this is the first time I’ve left my house purposely dressed like a complete slut with the intention of getting laid,” Madison said.
“Fuck, you are hot,” I breathed and we began to kiss. I pawed at Madison’s tits through the thin material of the camisole, playing with her nipples.
We made our way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind us.
“Just FYI, I probably really won’t last long. With how busy I was I have not, um, taken care of myself for over a week,” I warned Madison. It’s hard to find time to jerk off when you work 12 hours a day. “Maybe I should go down on you?”
“Nah I kind of want you in me. I’ll, uh, take care of myself from the start. I may have gotten a lot better at working my clit since you kind of showed me how great those orgasms are. Before I mostly just fingered myself, but I’m smarter now.” Madison grinned. Seeing her confidence continue to grow turned me on even more.
I was already fully hard. I probed Madison to ensure she was wet enough for sex. It was close so I fingered her a little. One of her hands went to a breast and the other her clit. She became fully aroused quickly. I positioned myself between her legs and penetrated her.
“Fuck that feels good,” I sighed at the feeling of being inside Madison for the first time in nearly three weeks. She just grunted in response, her eyes were closed. She was focused on her pleasure. I was fine with that, I had basically told her to. I figured fair was fair and began to thrust into her, being a bit more interested in my own pleasure than normal.
I wish I could say I delivered some sort of herculean performance, but that was physically impossible for me with how pent up I was between the week of not cumming and three weeks of no Madison. It took less than five minutes before I was on the edge. Luckily the way Madison’s body was quaking, so was she. It was a bit of a selfish choice on my part, but I decided to just go for it. I pulled out of her and let my seed fly across her torso.
Since Madison was in the middle of getting herself off I sprayed semen across her arms in addition to her breasts and stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was the impact of my seed or she just had a strong sense of when I would blow, but Madison came seconds after I did. It took us a few moments to recover, then we began to survey the damage.
“Holy fuck, Drew, that’s by far the biggest load I’ve ever seen,” Madison said, panting.
“Sorry a week of not getting off, and you’re really hot,” I said.
“No sorry, it still gets me every time I have that effect on you. God, it’s fucking everywhere though,” Madison said, starting to laugh.
“I did warn you it had been awhile,” I said.
“No, I mean, you know it kind of turns me on. I think I might need some help not making a mess getting to the shower though,” Madison said.
I laughed and got up to grab some tissues. Madison cleaned off her hands enough that she could at least not make a mess of the bed getting up, and we went to take a shower.
“I feel like when you’re around I average about four showers a day,” Madison joked as she rinsed off.
“Sorry, not sorry,” I said and grabbed her ass. The garage apartment was air-conditioned, but it was a small unit that struggled to keep up with triple digit temperatures outside, so it was a little stuffy. As a result, despite the brevity of our coupling, I had broken a sweat and decided to rinse off with Madison.
“I have a question,” Madison said, moving aside to let me get under the water. “Did it bother you that we basically were just getting ourselves off just now?”
“Hmmm, I guess not really. I mean, did I feel the intense emotional connection to you I’ve felt other times we had sex? No. Was it fun and hot? Yes. I haven’t had tons of quickies in my life but I sort of think that’s what you’re going for with them,” I said.
“Ok good, just like we’ve talked about it, really turns me on to get you off and I felt a little odd not doing anything for you,” Madison said.
“Uh you do remember it was your pussy I was fucking that got me off, right?” I pointed out.
Madison laughed. “Good point, good point. I would not have cum anywhere that fast if it wasn’t your dick inside me.”
“Talk like that, it won’t be long before round two,” I said, smiling, and shut the shower off.
“Let’s go hang out in the house, it’s cooler” Madison suggested once we had dried off. We got dressed and made the short walk to her house.
“Any plans for this afternoon?” I asked.
“Aside from round two, nope. Speaking of, how long do you need to recover?” Madison asked.
“I mean, with you, and with how long it had been, I probably could go now if you really wanted to, but there’s no rush,” I said.