Maddie Helps Me Write Porn

Note: This is a long story (over 18K words) - definitely romantic erotica. The main action begins on Wednesday

MADDIE HELPS ME WRITE PORN

Ron Ehrs

IT WAS THE SUMMER after my freshman year of college. I was home for the summer, and so was Maddie.

We were both students at State. The campus was only about an hour away from home, but we both lived on campus during school. Both sets of parents, hers and mine, wanted us to experience the benefits of being part of the whole campus community -- you know, meeting new friends, going to parties... and, of course, just generally getting out of their parents' hair for a while.

Neither of us had a job lined up for the summer; our freshman year had just been about taking general survey courses; in the fall, I was going to be an English major and Maddie had signed up to major in history. I'm not sure those majors made sense, and certainly, neither of us was the kind of up-and-coming, tech-savvy student that employers were eager to have as summer interns.

We had both signed up for summer classes at the local community college. I was going to be taking a journalism class, and Maddie had signed up for a basic accounting course.

The summer session wasn't going to begin for another couple of weeks, so Maddie and I were pretty much at loose ends, especially since both sets of parents worked full-time.

That pretty much meant that Maddie and I would just be hanging out together until classes began.

* * *

Maddie and I had known each other since junior high. We had been in the same homeroom in seventh and eighth grades, and since her house was down the block from my house, we ended up walking to and from school together pretty often. The thing was, none of the other kids from our grade lived close to us, so the two of us ended up hanging out together a lot, even outside of school. I mean I knew a bunch of guys in my class at school, and got along okay with them, but outside of school I didn't see much of them. Same sort of thing for Maddie and her girlfriends from school.

So, Maddie and I became best buddies. Which was fine. She was smart, and fun, and we were able to talk about pretty much anything. We never really got bored with each other.

Now maybe some of you are wondering about something. I have been spending all this time talking about Maddie, but beyond being bright and being kind of a neighbor, you have no idea of anything distinctive about her. Most especially, what did she look like? Was she hot? I mean that is pretty important to the story, isn't it?

Well, the truth is, I never really thought of Maddie in those terms. She was my buddy. This wasn't some sex thing. Hard as that may be for some people to understand.

I mean in a way, we both looked a little bit alike -- pretty ordinary. I'm not saying we were ugly, but we weren't the prom queen and king either. Maddie looked perfectly okay, but that was never really important to me -- or to her. I was medium tall, with brown hair, brown eyes, and I dressed okay and showered every day. I even used to go jogging a few days a week. But the girls were never falling all over me. I wasn't cringe-worthy, but I was definitely not hot either.

It was pretty much the same for Maddie. She was a little shorter than me and had brown hair and brown eyes. Her hair always looked neat and clean, but she never tried to turn it into anything special. A lot of the time, she would wear the kinds of clothes that would keep from attracting attention to her -- like loose sweatshirts and blue jeans. She never seemed to want to put her boobs or legs on display like the other girls in our class.

Maddie and I could talk about pretty much anything, but there was one topic that was problematic. Like in junior high, when some of the girls were growing boobs, and then trying to flaunt them, I was certainly paying attention. Sadly, they weren't flaunting them for my sake, but that didn't keep my head from swiveling around in all directions pretty much throughout the day. If I happened to mention the names of any of the particularly developed girls in my conversations with Maddie, she would end up saying something like, "Yeah, most guys like big boobs more than they like big brains."

She was probably right, but unfortunately, I couldn't help paying attention to precisely those girls with big boobs. It was just one of those things I would try to be careful about in my conversations with Maddie. But none of that had anything to do with her, did it?

I did go out on a few dates in high school, but nothing ever seemed to come out of any of it. I think maybe Maddie went on a few dates as well, although I'm not sure what kind of guy, if any, would have impressed her. She seemed very suspicious of that stuff.

When it came time for our senior prom, most of the hot girls (you know, the ones with big boobs) were already dating somebody, or at least were waiting for an invitation from one of the hot guys in class. I.e., they were not hoping for me to ask them to the prom. I know I could've found one of the "left-over" girls to go with me, but that would've been awkward. I mean they might've thought that this meant I really liked them or something. Way too many chances for very awkward outcomes.

I decided to just skip the prom. It turned out that Maddie wasn't going either. I don't know whether anyone had asked her. She could be kind of intimidating that way. Anyhow, the two of us just ended up getting together over at my house watching a movie on TV and having popcorn that my mother had popped for us.

You're probably wondering why the two of us didn't just go to the prom together. Well, no...just no. Maddie didn't really seem like the party type, and the idea of our dancing together, especially slow dancing together -- that wasn't what we were about at all. Eeewww.

Both of us were fine with movies and popcorn.

* * *

When it came to college, it was pretty obvious that both of us would go to State. It was nearby, in-state tuition was low, and as the flagship school of the system, was pretty well-regarded academically.

Our freshman year, I had had a room in one of the boys' dorms and Maddie had been assigned a room in one of the girls' dorms. We did have two classes together and used to get together between classes. Sometimes we would go to the library together in the evening to study.

Freshman year was pretty much a loser for freshman males, since most girls were looking for at least sophomores, and preferably upperclassmen. I have no idea what Maddie was looking for, if anything. She certainly wasn't looking for one of those frat guys who figured they were God's gift and were hitting on all the girls in sight.

I was enjoying my classes and liking the kinds of challenging ideas and discussions that came with them. But I still felt myself kind of drifting along. I mean, why me? What was I here for? What did I want out of all this?

When I signed up to be an English major, it was pretty much because reading books was easy, and I couldn't think of anything else that I cared a whole lot about. I wasn't even sure that I cared that much about English -- at least not studying it in an English class sort of way. But I was afraid that if I tried something involving serious math or science or even computers, I would be totally lost.

I'm not sure what was going on with Maddie when she decided to major in history. There weren't any more job prospects for history grads than there were for English grads. Maybe law school? If that even mattered in an age of AI. It was hard to tell anything anymore.

Still, I kind of had the idea that I wanted to write. Not necessarily that I was a great writer, but hopefully it was something I could learn. Otherwise, why even pretend to be an English major? Maybe I could find something to write that people would like to read. That was why I signed up for the summer journalism course. At least some people still read the news.

I think maybe Maddie wanted to hedge her bets a bit by taking an accounting course... You know, something "practical." Just in case.

As the year came to a close, I kept trying to think about what I might like to write. It would be nice to write some big thriller that got made into a hit movie. Or some detective novel -- maybe one of those noir things? Maybe a romance? Come on -- me? Write a romance? I might as well write a novel about Tarzan's life in the jungle.

I still hadn't come up with any good ideas by the time classes ended and our exams were over.

* * *

Summer wasn't looking onerous. My parents made enough money that they weren't on my back about getting a summer job; the summer school course was plenty. Maybe it would even become a thing.

For Maddie, it was pretty much the same thing, although at least the accounting course sounded like a step in a "serious" direction.

Since we had around three weeks before our classes began, Maddie and I were looking forward to just relaxing and not doing much of anything.

* * *

WEDNESDAY

A couple of days after we got home and our parents went back to work, Maddie and I were hanging out at my house, talking about nothing in particular. I had told her about wanting to find something to write, so she asked me if I had come up with any interesting ideas.

We were sitting around in my bedroom at the time, and I wasn't thinking too much about it, but I began by telling her various things that I had kind of crossed off my list. None of them was exactly a surprise to her. It was like the pimply teenager who wants to be a rockstar or something.

Then I said to her, "I don't know, I was thinking of maybe something that people like to read, and it doesn't necessarily have to be great literature." She looked at me, waiting to hear my great idea.

"Um...well," I said, suddenly wondering if it was a good idea to mention this at all, "I was thinking maybe I could try writing, well, you know, porn? I mean people seem to like reading that sort of thing. And it seems like one of those things, like, how hard could it be? You know, 'even a caveman could do it'?"

Maddie didn't exactly laugh, she sort of snorted. "Really?" she said. "You writing porn?"

I wasn't sure what to say in response. This wasn't exactly the kind of supportive attitude I was hoping for. In fact, I wasn't expecting this at all.

"What do you mean?" I said, suddenly feeling very defensive.

"You, writing porn? Exactly what do you know about porn? What do you know about sex at all? I mean, if you have any experience in that sort of thing you sure never mentioned it to me. Maybe you've been hiding some secret life from me all this time."

"Well," I said, "can't I just use my imagination? I mean isn't that what writing fiction is all about?"

"Not when you don't have a goddamn clue," she said.

I sat there on the bed, trying to think of an answer not just to what she said, but to her whole attitude. She was acting like it was a joke.

"Well, you know," I said, "it's just about sex. You know, the usual."

"The usual? For you? What do you know about sex? I mean really know -- like from experience? What is 'the usual'? Is it as hot as it sounds?"

"Well, I guess I know about as much as you do," I said.

"I bet not," she said. "At least I've read some porn, have you?"

I just sat there, trying to figure out why I had started this whole dumb conversation in the first place.

Also trying to wrap my head around the idea of Maddie having been reading porn. Really? Maddie? Reading porn?

"Look," Maddie said, "it isn't that complicated. I mean guys just stand there and their dicks get hard all the time, the women's pussies start getting wet all the time, and then they just start fucking. It doesn't even take a storyline. The pizza delivery guy arrives and the horny housewife starts fucking him. End of story. Right?"

The problem was, I didn't know even that much.

Maddie looked at me. "Okay, let's test this out. Stand up and take off your clothes."

I looked at her. What the fuck? Take off my clothes? In front of her? In front of my best buddy? Was she serious?

"Come on, David, you want to do porn? Put up or shut up!"

This didn't seem to make any sense. But something in her attitude seemed very commanding. Not sure at all about any of this, or why I was going along with it, I stood up. I pulled off my T-shirt and kicked off my loafers.

I stood there, hoping for a reprieve. Maddie was having none of it. "Come on, David, do you really want to write porn, or is this all just bullshit?"

Why was I doing this? I felt like I had lost track of the starting point. But by now, I seemed to be responding automatically to her commands while wishing I could go back 15 minutes to before I had mentioned any of this.

I unbuckled my jeans and pulled them off along with my boxers. I was just standing there naked...in front of my buddy, Maddie? I mean I didn't even get naked in the locker room at school in front of the other guys. And now here I am standing dick-naked in front of Maddie? What just happened?

Maddie was sitting in a chair facing the bed. She was looking at me, standing there completely naked. I was incredibly embarrassed as she looked me over, especially as she stared at my dick, which was just hanging there trying to pretend that none of this was happening.

Maddie continued to stare. "Hey, I thought your dick was supposed to get hard all the time, no matter what. It looks like yours is falling down on the job. How are you supposed to write porn when this is what happens to you? Who's going to want to read about that?"

She looked at my dick some more. "Oh my God, David, are you gay? I mean you could've told me. It wouldn't have been any big deal. I certainly never meant to embarrass you. I'm really sorry."

Things seem to be going from bad to even worse. "No, I'm not gay," I insisted. "This is just very embarrassing for me. I mean, normally, it does get hard all the time."

I was still standing there, naked. Maddie got out of the chair and stepped towards me and kneeled down in front of me, looking at my dick. "So this is what all the noise is about?" she said.

Her face was about eye level with my dick. It was still just hanging there. She reached out her hand to take hold of it. "I just can't see what the big deal is. I mean, nothing's happening. Why would everyone make such a fuss about it?"

Things were moving from being simply embarrassing to becoming totally humiliating. "It gets hard a lot," I protested. "Really, like pretty much all the time."

"Sure," she said, "all the time -- except when I'm around? Except when I'm watching? How am I supposed to feel about that? Wow, talk about being the ultimate boner-killer. I had no idea there even was such a thing, but here I am. Maddie the BK."

* * *

I couldn't believe this was happening. I mean, was I supposed to feel bad that my dick wasn't getting hard for her? Wouldn't I have felt even more embarrassed with my dick sticking out hard while she watched? Nothing seemed to make any sense anymore.

"Look," I finally said, "am I really supposed to get hard in front of you? You're my best buddy. We're not that way. We've never made out; we've never even kissed. We haven't even held hands.

"Besides, I'm standing here totally naked, and you have all your clothes on. Am I supposed to get turned on this way? Is that how you think this works?"

Maddie was still holding onto my dick and even rubbing on it a bit, and her other hand had reached out to feel my balls. She let go and looked up at me.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "Do you want me to get naked too? You're not serious, are you?"

"Well," I said, "that would seem to make sense, wouldn't it? I mean, I'm naked, and you're not, and I've never even seen you naked. Of course I can't guarantee anything, but it would seem to make some sort of sense. At least it would be a fair test, right?"

Maddie paused, trying to digest all of this. Was I really suggesting that she get naked too? This idea seemed not to have occurred to her.

I knew, whatever else, she believed in fairness. And we were best buddies. We were buddies, not some horny teenagers. We were better than that...weren't we?

I stood there as silently as I could. Could this really happen? Would she actually get naked for me? I was afraid to even breathe.

Finally, Maddie stood up. Without saying anything, she reached down with both hands and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She reached back and undid her bra. She let it fall to the floor. I stood there staring at her breasts. I had never even thought of seeing them. They were beautiful. They were magnificent. I couldn't believe she had been keeping how hot she was secret from me all these years.

She didn't even look at me. She kicked off her sneakers, then reached down and pulled off her jeans and her panties together. I stood motionless, totally focused on wanting to see her bush. Sure enough, my dick was already starting to get hard.

She stood and looked at me. "Okay, David, does this help?"

Oh my God. Does this help? My brain was exploding. And my dick was standing there at full attention.

"Maddie," I said, "you are gorgeous. You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen. Yes, I know it's the only body I've ever seen, but that doesn't matter. You're absolutely perfect. And yes, my dick is as hard as a rock looking at you."

Maddie looked down. "Well, that does seem to have made a difference. And yes, you do look pretty damn good naked. Even if neither of us should know anything about this. Right?"

"Uh...right," I agreed.

We stood there naked, both of us feeling increasingly awkward about the situation.

Finally, Maddie started gathering her clothes and getting dressed again. "You may as well get dressed again too, David. I believe you."

It was only about two in the afternoon. Normally, Maddie would've stuck around till nearly five, but there wasn't any way to pretend that none of this had happened -- especially if she stuck around. The best thing was for her to just head home now.

"Don't worry, David," she said as she left, "I'll see you tomorrow. It's okay, everything's okay. It has been interesting, hasn't it? I sure wasn't expecting this when I came over to hang out with you today."

* * *

I knew my parents wouldn't get home until sometime after five. That left way too much time for me to think and overthink about everything from the afternoon.

Had I just messed everything up with my best buddy?

On the other hand, what about getting to see her naked? For the first time? Having never even thought of such a thing before? Even if it did screw everything up, would I want it to not have happened? No way in hell.

How did I feel about having been standing there naked for her? Especially when my dick refused to show any signs of life? Was it better when it did stand up when she got naked?

None of these were questions that I could remotely answer. All I could do was head to the bathroom and jerk off. Jerking off for the very first time to the idea -- and the very naked image -- of my best buddy, Maddie.

It was fantastic.

What part of this was not totally, 100% wrong?

Of course, I did have to jerk off again that night before going to bed. My mind was still spinning around with everything that had happened.

* * *

THURSDAY

The next morning, I got up in time to have breakfast with my parents. My mom was pretty good about doing the whole deal -- eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast, orange juice, and coffee. Basically, it was enough to hold me till dinner if I wanted.

After they both headed off to work, I finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher and sat down at the kitchen table to finish my coffee. I was just pouring a second cup of coffee when Maddie called to see about coming over. I told her it was fine, and about five minutes later I heard a knock at the door.