Back in the storeroom beside my office, where Maddie was telling me this story, I looked over at her. We were lying side by side on a mattress that would eventually find its way to the school sickroom. Maddie wasn’t so tense in my arms now, and her eyes, staring at the ceiling, seemed more relaxed. We’d passed the hard part of her story.
I kissed her cheek, near her nose, since that was where I could reach. She turned to face me, and we cuddled, full length, Maddie pushing a leg between mine so we were intertwined. We were in that pleasant emotional valley between affection and sex, and not inclined to make any definite swing in one direction or the other.
I was still soft-cocked. It hadn’t been long since we’d fucked, and since then she’d told me about getting raped in the boy’s toilets at her school. That was about the most antierotic thing I’d ever heard. So there’d be no more fucking, at least not involving penises, until I’d got that out of my head. I think Maddie was happier with comfort than with lust just at that moment too.
But affection: I guessed that was what she wanted most, and I could do that.
I held her and said, “You’re in his bath, the lucky bastard. So then what happened?”
But I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.