The Extraction
Copyright© 2025 by Canairs90s
Chapter 8: Dicked Down in Dallas
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8: Dicked Down in Dallas - 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
‘Dude, fucking sitrep!’ read the text message from Griff when I pulled into the garage on Sunday evening after dropping Madison at the airport. I was very good about not texting and driving.
‘Bro, could not have gone better. 11/10. Maybe best weekend of my life’ I texted back.
‘No fuck that, it was. Sorry, I know we’ve had some fun times, but dude. I’ve never felt anything like this’ I followed up before Griff could reply.
‘My fucking man, I knew you had something with Madison! I’m happy for you, brother. Without TMI, what did you all get up to?’ Griff asked.
‘So I’ll do my best not to TMI you, but it was crazy. The first night she was here ... happened immediately. You won’t believe this, but that fucker Braden? Legitimate minute man, dude. Once I figured that out, like holy shit. Anyways, took her out for a fancy date night Friday. Went for an epic bike ride around the island Saturday. Again, no TMI, but I’m amazed we left the bed all weekend.’ I texted back.
Griff fired back: ‘That’s fantastic, man. Did you DTR? I’m stoked for you. I know you tried to play it cool, but I felt like there was always more than just friends for you and Mads.’
‘Yeah, I think we agreed this weekend we probably should have been together years ago, but oh well. Got some geography to figure out now’ I texted back. I knew I was ignoring his ‘define the relationship’ question and suddenly felt like an idiot. I didn’t really think Madison had flown halfway across the country for a booty call, and presumed she wanted more, but we had not talked about that.
‘Any idea what you’ll do?’ Griff asked.
‘Not really, tbh. She’s kind of anchored down there for a year since she’s doing the SMU one year CPA masters’ I told Griff.
‘Yeah that’s a fucking challenge for sure. Look bro, all I’ll say is I played ball with Haley and tried to be supportive, but I never felt like she made you truly happy. You’ve always had something a little extra when Mads is in the discussion. I think she’s good for you, man.’ Griff texted.
‘Thank you. Truly. I feel like I have something real here’ I texted back. ‘Btw, how’s summer school, UNC law still good assuming you pass your class?’ I asked, feeling guilty we were only focusing on my adventures.
‘Yeah, should be fine’
‘No pressure to pass, eh?’ I joked
‘Eh, I mean I guess, but honestly these summer classes are such a fucking joke. Dude we honestly should have been doing these the last couple years, easy GPA boost and barely any work’ Griff texted
‘Yeah, but if you do summer classes you can’t meet hot blondes in Spain’ I pointed out.
‘Lol! Fair, fair! So when you going to see Mads next?’ he asked.
‘Jetting down to Dallas in like 4 weeks!’
‘Hell yeah man, that’s awesome!’ Griff signed off.
I appreciated Griff’s positive reinforcement. He knew me better than just about anybody so I certainly valued his opinion. My parents were home when I got back to the house and I gave them performative answers about how nice a time we’d had, and how lucky we had gotten with the weather.
The weeks between our Nantucket weekend and our next scheduled rendezvous in Dallas did drag a bit. The Paw Sox were only home for about half the days, so while I was busy, I wasn’t exhausted in the way I had been before our Nantucket trip. We talked on the phone almost every day on my commute home, aside from the nights when the game went to extras or I got caught up with additional duties. Her being an hour behind me on Central Time was helpful. Even if I got out at 11, she was usually down to chat at least for a bit. My drive home had transformed from monotony to the best part of my day.
A tiny part of me was worried that I was sacrificing my job prospects by leaving as soon as our duties were complete. Previously I had been more than happy to hang out with the staff and liberate a few beers the concession stand had not sold. We were always very diligent, and we carefully recorded what we grabbed to ‘write off’. I was very much part of the gang that liked to hang out and bullshit prior to Nantucket, but afterwards I pretty much always passed in favor of calling Madison unless I was sure she was asleep. I was confident staying late about a quarter of the time was enough to keep up my friendships. Not to mention we saw each other 12 hours a day on gamedays anyway.
The lighter work schedule also allowed me to spend more time on my bike. My senior-year roommates and I loved to send pics of our head units at the end of a long ride and then post on Strava. It was a friendly game of one-upmanship that had healthy results. I also had not forgotten Madison’s compliment our first night together about looking toned. I knew my diet of ballpark food and post-game beers on gamedays was unhealthy and that I needed to counteract it. I was determined to show up to Dallas in shape for Madison.
My dad dropped me at Logan - which did in some ways make it feel like I was going back to college. The flight from Boston to Dallas passed as quickly as a four hour flight can. I spent it as I spent every flight - with my nose buried in my Kindle reading. I did always carry a paperback for backup out of habit, though. I tried to convince myself I was not excited for the plane to land because I was so into the book I was reading. I tried to play it cool, but I couldn’t help bouncing on the balls of my feet as we waited to deplane.
As I approached the doors to exit the secure area of the airport, I stopped for a moment. I was excited but I didn’t want Madison to think I was too eager to see her, like some lovesick teenager. Heart rate more or less under control, I turned the corner and strode through the glass doors.
I spotted Madison quickly and almost did a double take. She looked good. Really good. I had admitted to her that I found natural tans extremely attractive and Madison had clearly been spending more time in the Dallas sun to work on hers. Her naturally pale complexion was now sun-kissed bronze. We had also discussed styles of clothing we found attractive on the opposite sex, hence the reason I had on a black t-shirt. Madison had gone for cut off jean shorts and a white spaghetti strap tank top - an outfit she had learned did it for me. It was having the intended effect.
Madison smiled and waved once she spotted me and I made my way over. We kissed, then I wrapped her in a powerful hug she returned with equal force. I felt like the physical reconnection had some greater meaning, as if we were realigning to each other back together again.
“It’s good to see you. I mean that literally and rhetorically,” I said after a moment.
“You too, I’m so excited for this weekend! Come on, let’s go!” Madison replied and led me out of the airport.
“Gosh, you weren’t joking about this heat, it’s like a freaking blast furnace,” I said once we stepped outside.
“I warned you,” Madison laughed.
“I honestly didn’t think summer in Sevilla could be topped, but this ... it’s close anyway,” I said.
One of the nice things about DFW International is that you can park just across the street from the terminal so we were in the car with A/C blasting within a minute.
“So what’s on the agenda?” I asked once we left the airport. Similarly to how Madison had let me plan her visit to Massachusetts, I’d let her handle the details of our weekend in Texas.
“Well I figured first I could give you a little tour of where I grew up, like you did, then we can meet my family. Then dinner is at our favorite restaurant tonight,” Madison said.
“Ooo showtime,” I joked.
“I think they’ll like you. They better,” Madison said, smiling.
“I promise to be on my best behavior,” I said theatrically.
“Just be yourself. Well mostly yourself, maybe put the middle school boy jokes on ice for a bit,” Madison said, chuckling.
“Copy that, sticking to dark humor and sarcasm,” I replied.
Madison laughed. “Well at least they are used to humor like that from me.”
“Sounds like I’m golden!”
Despite my bravado, I was slightly nervous. Madison put her family on a pedestal. Parents are always role models for their children, but for Madison it was almost like hero worship. I knew how high that also set the bar for Madison and I’s relationship because she always went on about how, despite being in their mid-50s, her parents still acted like newlyweds. Madison had also described to me her father’s ‘old fashioned’ manners - things like opening doors for women and offering to carry his wife’s bags. I had immediately adopted all of those behaviors around Madison.
Her brother Conor was three years younger than us and Madison definitely had protective big sister energy toward him. He had stayed closer to home for college and just finished up his first year at TCU in Fort Worth. Recently he had started dating a girl, Katie, whom Madison had met when she got home for the summer and seemed to like.
“So what have you told them regarding our, uh, status?” I asked.
“Well I’ve told them we’re just friends who like each other a lot, but to be honest I think they sort of know we’re potential romantic partners,” Madison answered.
“I suppose that’s fair. It would be kind of weird for us to be visiting each other like this just as friends,” I said.
“Yeah, exactly. I don’t want to, or think it’s appropriate for me to lay it all out for them, but I’m pretty sure they realize something is going on between us,” Madison said.
“All good Mads, that seems like a fair way of presenting things. I’ll do my best not to be weird,” I said.
“Jeez, this is a lot of traffic considering it’s not even rush hour yet,” I commented as we neared downtown on I-35E.
“Yeah, it sucks. The downtown is basically always at least a little jammed up,” Madison said.
Aside from the traffic, Dallas seemed like a pretty normal American city to me. A big stadium for the basketball/hockey teams, skyscrapers, lots of freeways.
We got off 75 at Mockingbird Lane and took a drive through the SMU campus, where Madison would enroll in the fall. It seemed pretty unremarkable to me, much more compact than where Madison and I had done undergrad. Next was a drive by of Highland Park High School and a few other key locations from Madison’s childhood.
It was clearly a very nice area, with plenty of large homes, but it did not strike me as overly fancy. My opinion changed once we got off the main roads and we got deeper into Madison’s neighborhood. Some of the houses were large. Some were McMansions. Some were legitimate mansions. I started to feel nervous as we approached Madison’s house, wondering exactly what I had gotten myself into. I was pleased when Madison turned into one of the houses that was simply large as opposed to massive. Perhaps our families’ socioeconomic status was not as different as I thought.
“Gosh Mads, didn’t realize you lived in the Beverly Hills of Dallas,” I commented.
“I know and Troy’s house being two blocks away also makes it look kind of ridiculous,” Madison agreed.
“Who is Troy?”
“Aikman, I guess he played for the Cowboys or something, does TV now I think? Anyways, looks like my mom is home already, let’s go say ‘hi’,” Madison said - pointing to a late-model Mercedes. I shook my head. Madison was definitely not a sports person.
Madison pulled on a cardigan as we walked into her house. I was curious if that was because she was uncomfortable wearing her moderately revealing tank around her family or the fact that Texans seemed to have no compunction about blasting their air conditioning; I noted the thermostat was set to 67 degrees despite the heat.
I knew all the basics about Madison’s mom already - she had started out as a lawyer before deciding to run for public office. After about ten years in local politics she had ‘retired’ and served on the boards of several companies, which is what her work consisted of, along with a good deal of charitable work. She occasionally also did legal work for her family’s law practice. She came from a family of lawyers.
Madison’s mom greeted me like, well, you would expect a politician to. She was warm and seemingly sincere in her welcome. We both knew the basics about each other through Madison, so we could skip over a lot of typical niceties involved when meeting someone new, and actually got into a pretty engaging discussion about how journalists cover politics. I found her surprisingly easy to talk to, nothing like the saccharine stereotype associated with politicians and socialites. To my pleasant surprise after my nerves earlier, I was enjoying the conversation and found myself relaxing. Madison mostly stayed on the sidelines of the conversation, but I could tell she was pleased to see me getting along well with her mom.
Conor got home about an hour later from his internship. He was majoring in business and interning at a company downtown. Madison had not outright admitted this, but I strongly suspected her dad had pulled some strings on Conor’s behalf. I thought the idea of doing a serious internship between freshman and sophomore years instead of working felt sort of goofy, but I wasn’t going to judge.
Conor and I did not connect the way I had with his mom. Like Madison, he had no interest in sports, typically the go to topic for me to try to connect with other guys. He did not play video games for the most part. As best I could tell Conor spent most of his time studying, lifting weights, and worshipping the ground his girlfriend of six months Katie walked on. So we stuck with those topics for the most part. I did get him to open up a little talking about Katie. He described her as very hard working and driven, which unfortunately left them without time to hang out as much Conor wished they would. The way he described her reminded me of how most people would probably describe Madison. I idly wondered if Katie had the same wild side to her Madison did.
After we had chatted with Conor for a few minutes Madison invited me to come see where I would be staying. When she had described it as a guest house, I had anticipated something a little more grandiose than the apartment over the detached garage Madison led me to. It was perfectly fine though, and easier than staying in a hotel. I left my bag in the bedroom.
“Well what did you think so far?” Madison asked, she looked a bit nervous. I realized that while I had been focused on my nerves regarding making a good impression, she was looking at things from a completely different perspective: she wanted me to like her family.
“Liked your mom a lot, she’s interesting and obviously extremely intelligent, like her daughter,” I said.
“Kissass,” Madison laughed, but smiled. She liked my compliment of both her and her mom. “Joking aside, it was great to see you two getting on so well, I figured you would because my mom can talk to anybody, but still.”
“Yeah, I can tell she was a politician, but she definitely does not come off as fake. Conor I felt like took a minute, but we got him talking there a little,” I said.
“Yeah, he’s a pretty quiet guy, takes more after my dad. You guys are alike in a lot of ways but you don’t have many shared interests.”
“He sure does like his lady friend,” I noted.
“Yeah, he’s definitely smitten. I was a little suspicious at first, like I told you. Protective older sister - nobody is good enough for my baby brother, but once I met her I was convinced. She’s really a sweet kid,” Madison said.
“Are they one of those couples where she does 90% of the talking in polite company?”
“Yeah, very much so. Honestly I think it’s good for Conor because he is more naturally reserved,” Madison confirmed.
“Gotcha, well can’t wait to meet her,” I said. A plan was forming in my mind. If Conor and I did not have a ton of shared interests, perhaps the way to get in his good graces was to befriend Katie. Then we would have a shared topic. Plus every guy likes to hear people talk about how great his romantic partner is.
“How long do we have until your dad gets home?” I asked, my thoughts shifting from making an impression on family to the real reason I was here: Madison.
“Long enough for you to give me more than a chaste ‘good to see you’ kiss,” Madison said, grinning.
“Very forward, Mads. Hot. I like it,” I replied before being cut off as Madison closed the distance between us and we began to make out.
Our kissing may have started out a touch sloppy and overexcited, but we soon fell into a routine of gentle intimacy. This was a continuation and deepening of our first physical reconnection at the airport. I was about to try to take things further when the sound of the garage door opening below interrupted us.
“That’ll be my dad,” Madison said, suddenly looking a tad guilty. I wasn’t sure if the guilt was that she felt bad stopping at making out or that she felt guilt doing something her father would not approve of. Could have been both.
“Guess we should head in then?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’ll be weird if we don’t because obviously we heard him get home. Hey, at least my mom always makes a pitcher of margaritas when he texts he’s five minutes out,” Madison offered.
“I would have preferred a taste of something different, but I accept the consolation prize,” I said.
Madison blushed and brushed her hair behind her ears with her fingers. I was beginning to learn this was a tic she had when she was embarrassed but excited. Wordlessly, we exited the garage apartment and re-entered the main house. I was careful to make sure Madison did not have to open any doors.
Madison’s dad greeted me with a firm, but friendly handshake. I did not miss the way his eyes glanced at his daughter while we shook hands. To me the message was clear: ‘You’re my friend until my baby girl says a single negative word about you, then we become mortal enemies.’ I figured that was fair.
As promised, Madison’s mom offered us all margaritas once the introduction was finished. I eagerly accepted. I did feel a bit out of my depth, but I knew well enough that the four of us had to clink glasses before any drinking could begin.
The conversation over drinks was surprisingly painless. Madison’s parents talked about their days - her dad was a C-suite exec at some firm that funded oil drilling projects. Apparently they had finalized a major deal that day, which Madison’s mom was eager to hear details of. Madison and I were somewhat sidelined, but that was fine. It was nice not to be the focus of attention and get a bit of insight into the day to day of her family.