Firehouse 1

All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.

Firehouse

Starring Madelaine Petsch

(MF, Oral, Cons, Exhibition)

By MrMaxLord

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," Madelaine thought to herself. There she was, sipping on a whiskey Old-Fashioned and trying to loosen up, steel herself for something she wanted to do but also made the butterflies in her stomach slamdance.

It all began so innocently. It was on set, during a small little celebration over her best friend, Vanessa Morgan's, engagement. The entire cast new about it as it happened over the break from the show and had been announced over Instagram, but this was really the first time she'd gotten to congratulate and celebrate with her in person.

And for an on set shindig, the celebration was great. Everyone was having fun, or as much fun as they could on a backlot. Madelaine was too...but something was on her mind. Something she felt guilty about on a couple different levels. One of those levels being she thought she was bringing the celebratory mood down.

Madelaine headed over to Vanessa who was talking with their co-stars, Camila Mendes and Lili Reinhart. "Hey, congrats again but I think I'm going to head to my trailer and lay down down for a bit," she said. "Big time headache."

"Okay Mads," Vanessa said with a smile. "Feel better. Don't want you sick for the real celebration next weekend."

"Sure thing." answered Madelaine. The redhead then began to walk away and Vanessa resumed speaking with Lili, neither of whom noticed the slightest thing odd with what Madelaine had just said. Camila however, did.

The moment Madelaine was back in her trailer, laying down and looking up at the ceiling, there was a knock at the trailer door.

"Who is it?' she asked.

"Camila."

"I'm trying to work off a headache Cami."

"Yeah sure." she replied, not a hint of belief in her voice. "Let me in."

With her ruse seen through, Madelaine complied with Cami's request. The brunette walked in, taking a seat on the couch, waiting for Madelaine to join her. "Well, come on," said Cami. Madelaine sighed and sat next to Cami. "So...what's actually wrong?"

"What do you mean? I have a headache."

"No you don't." Camila said. "If you had a headache you'd have come here way sooner. And you wouldn't have even answered me if you did. So, I ask again, what's wrong? Vanessa getting hitched got you down or something?"

"What? No!" Madelaine said. "I mean, not really. I'm totally happy for her. And she's so happy that makes it so much better."

"Okay...so what's the problem?"

"Look...it's just...I'm not ready for that."

"Ooookay," Camila said. And what does that have to do with Vanessa?"

"Nothing. And it shouldn't but...I love my man. I do. And I know he's the one. I feel it in my bones. But I'm not ready to get married. Vanessa and I are so close and around the same age and..."

"You're wondering if maybe you should follow suit, right?" asked Camila. "Because if you're best friend is getting hitched, obviously people think you should be next or something, right? Or you feel weird because you didn't get there first, making it a competition then feeling guilty about that or something."

"Well, yeah actually." Madelaine replied. "Pretty much that."

"Okay Mads, first off, it's not a competition. It's your life. It's her life. There you go. No need to feel pressure or weird. Now...give me the last bit you're holding back."

"What do you mean?"

"You've got one last thing, don't you" Cami asked. "Sure, what you said is part of it. But not all. Not enough for you to duck out like that or stress this much."

"Well, look, if Vanessa said yes...then that means that, well, she;s content, right? She's done it all and to her, her guy is it. There's nothing else out there that's going to match. It's him and only him."

"Okay, I'm kind of lost now."

"Camila...I love Travis, I do. I really do. But...I'm twenty-four. Yes, I get to do what I love for a living. Yes, I have great fans and a man I'm crazy for, totally in love with. But I don't want to say "that's it" and put a ring on my finger, you know?"

"Ohhhh, I get it," Camila said with a laugh. "You still want a little fun and think Vanessa's engagement ring puts a countdown on when you can get it, right?"

"Yes," Madelaine nodded. "And how am I going to get that countdown even started without hurting Travis? I don't want to cheat on him but at the same time...I want to have a little bit something more before I settle down."

"I think I have a solution," Camila said. She stood up in front of a confused Madelaine. "Do me a favor, tell me your definition of cheating in a relationship."

"Um, well, you sleep with someone who's not your partner." answered Madelaine flatly. "What's yours?"

"Well, not quite that." Camila smirked and leaned against the wall. "To me, cheating is emotional. It's not the act of sex with someone else, not really. What it is, what hurts, is if there's emotion involved. Like I can forgive a guy for just fucking another girl, a total stranger. But if it was just a kiss? That's more. A real, true kiss? That has some emotion behind it. He fucks a friend of his? Some lovelorn childhood crush bullshit? That hurts. But some rando who's name you won't remember? That's nothing. A footnote in your autobiography that even you're going to have trouble remembering."

"So you're saying just fuck another guy, that simple."

"Well when you put it like that Maddie it sounds crass." That got a laugh out of Madelaine. "Look, I'm just saying if you have wild oats, get to sewing. You're only in your twenties once...indulge. Travis doesn't need to know. This is for you. So...let that inner vamp out. We all know you have it. We work with you. We see that fire in your eyes when the director says action. So let that Madelaine out to play. Just keep the Madelaine we all know and love in the back of your head as a chaperone. However you do it, just go out this weekend, alone. And have whatever kind of fun you want."

"Yeah," nodded Madelaine. "You're right. It's just fun. A one night stand. Not even that...more like one moment in time."

"Exactly. Nothing but a dalliance."

And now Madelaine was in a bar just outside of Vancouver, just far enough away so that no cast or crew from her show would show and see her. She was flying solo, just waiting for someone to come in and spark her interest and get her ready to, as Camila said, indulge.

Sitting at the bar, Madelaine had already had several suitors approach her, none of them interesting her and a few flat out offending her. There was something a bit heartwarming and depressing about seeing the singles scene hadn't changed that much.

Madelaine took another sip from her drink, getting ready to commit to cutting her losses and leaving once her drink was finished. However, as luck tended to have it in these situations, that's when things changed.

She almost didn't notice him. When he sat down next to Madelaine at the bar, she barely registered him as anything but another smooth operator, just waiting to unleash a barrage of pick-ups line that ranged from the kind of cute to completely shitty and sleazy.

He ended up ordering the same thing as her, except he took a lemon slice in his as opposed to her orange slice with a cherry. Still, when his drink arrived he noticed and looked at her, nodding with a smile. "Good choice," he said, giving he an oddly sincere smile to share over a whiskey drink.

"Thanks." replied Madelaine. She smiled a bit, not only at him but realizing how easy it was for him to get her attention. Not a pick up line, not even a stolen glance. He wasn't trying to nail the hot girl at the bar. That actually made him the smoothest operator at the bar. "Not going for it straight up?"

"Oh no, not tonight," he said. "Not that kind of night. Tonight, for me at least is more of a relax and take in the sights kind of night."

"How are those sights?" Madelaine leadingly asked, sipping from her drink.

"Well, there are some noticeable improvements since the last time I was through here," he said. "I travel a lot for work, mainly drive. I know the area fairly well. Always nice to see the changes and improvements."

"Any improvements to the bar you'd like to share? This is my first time here, so this is my first look at the place."

"Honestly, not much." he replied. "Same old bar, just a lot of new faces."

"And those new faces?" she asked.

"Well, they're certainly a sight to see." He smirked, she blushed just the slightest bit. "You want another one of those? On me. But not the first one. That was pre-flirt. First drink on me would be post flirt, hence eligible for being on me."

"Oh, we're flirting now?" Madelaine asked with a wink.

"Well, if we're not you still get the drink. It' be kind of a dick move to offer ti then just take it away because you're not down with the flirting."

"No, I'm fine with the flirting. And the free drink." She took the cherry out of of her drink and bit it off the stem. "So...let's continue with both."

With that confirmation, he went full steam ahead. He finally gave her his name, Sam. He was a graphic artist and a lot of his best clients preferred face to face meetings as opposed to Skype conference calls. And none of his business took him by Vancouver. This made Madelaine happy, happy enough to give him her name. It was weird, if she was single he'd be a catch. But that's not what the night was about, not at all.

"You have a motel room or something?" Madelaine asked. The second whiskey old fashioned had loosened her up, just a bit. She wasn't drunk by a long shot. Not even close to buzzed. Just a bit...freer. No nerves, and the butterflies had flown away.

"No." he replied. "Just my car. I tend to just stop at as a rest stop and get a few hours rest if I have to pull an all nighter."

"So...nowhere for us t be alone for little bit?"

"Well, I have my car," he said. Madelaine's ruby red lips parted in a grin. She held her hand out for him to take.

"Lead the way."

Sam paid for the drinks and took Madelaine by the hand. He lead her out the bar and took Madelaine to his car parked at the side of the car. When she saw it, she had to admit there was a little additional spark. She wasn't remotely what anyone would call a car girl, but she knew what she liked, and Madelaine LOVED Mustangs, specifically black ones. And this one, with its two red stripes down the center of the hood made the whole night seem like destiny.

They walked around the side of the car, lit only by a flickering street light and the neon lights of the bar signs. Red, orange and blue from the fire-shaped sign flickering in patterns on her pale skin. Something about that moment in particular caused Sam to make the first move on the path of lust they were both just about to take.

He leaned forward, kissing those full lips. Madelaine's hands went to his face, holding him gently while she continued the gesture. She moaned into his mouth as his hands went to her ass. She could almost feel the happy surprise like electricity in their lips when he held her amazing ass for the first time. She didn't like to brag but Madelaine knew she had a simply fantastic ass and got a thrill when ever it was appreciated.

Sam gripped that out of this world butt of hers and picked Madelaine up, placing her on the hood of the car. The kiss broke and their eyes locked, doing more talking than any mouth would ever be capable of. And even with such amazing communication, Madelaine was a little bit surprised, happily so, when Sam went to his knees.

He ran his hands over her smooth legs, almost worshiping her from ankle to calls, lightly caressing the skin before kissing it. It all brought a smile to Madelaine's face. She was glued to this very interactive show. She licked her lips in anticipation as his hands moved up to her creamy thighs, the pink of her tongue snaking across the red of her lips.

Madelaine lifted her ass up of the hood just slightly as he began to hike up her skirt. From there Sam grabbed the hem of her black lace underwear, peeling them off and laying them no the hood of the car. With that sexy little barrier removed, his sensual exploration of Madelaine's body continued, kisses planted and his tongue licking a trail, taking his time with her legs. He'd genuinely never, ever seen a pair as perfect as hers. So tone, sculpted smooth. And long. He'd say she was all legs if it wasn't for the curves she sported and her intensely gorgeous face.

Sam couldn't help but lick his lips when he got to Madelaine's pussy, her slit glistening, ready for him. He reached his fingers forward, brushing against the red patch of hair of her pussy before gently dancing his fingers over her labia.

"Ooooh yeah," she moaned. Madelaine leaned back on her arms, that flaming red hair dangling back, almost touching the surface of the car hood. The red, orange and blue from the bar's sign flickered on her face like a flame as the heat of the moment flared up.

Sam parted her labia with his fingers and brought his tongue to her clit. She cooed in delight as his tongue began to gently licked and caress her clit. He was slow and tender, with his movements, buy deliberate. There was not a caress of that deft tongue that wasn't hitting exactly where it meant to hit. He knew how and where to make his fingers dance to compliment the tongue. Sam was savoring every moment he had with Madelaine while making each second different from the last. The heat was going up for sure,

Madelaine's breaths became shallow as Sam worked her over. The sweet and tender caressing of his fingers and tongue, interrupted ever so rarely by the softest of nibbles on her thigh before his mouth returned to her pussy. She hissed, she moaned. It was everything she was hoping for, everything she didn't even know she so desperately needed.

"Mmm....ohhhh Sam...Sam...I...oh...I need..."

"What do you need?" he asked, planting a kissing her thigh. "Tell me."

"I-in me," she gasped. "I want you inside me..."

Sam kissed her thigh again and stood up. Madelaine sat up as well. Their gazes locked on each other again as he dropped his pans to his ankles. But before Sam's hard cock entered her, he reached forward, unbuttoning Madelaine's top, letting the sultry red head slide it off on the car hood. Madelaine took it from their, unhooking her bra and letting her magnificent tits free.

Sam actually had to pause for a minute. Madelaine had, to put it bluntly, perfect tits. To his standards at least. Round, supple, the pink nipples sized perfectly on those pale globes of flesh. He couldn't resist them, not even in the slightest.

Not that Madelaine minded. Far from it. She loved it. The moment his face was buried in her bosom, it was a new treat. She loved how he was worshiping her tits just as he had her pussy when his head was between her legs. More sweet and tender kisses from his lips and licking caresses from his tongue. And his hands of course course got their moment as well, holding, massaging, squeezing her breasts. In every ways he could feel those tits, he was. The best part of it all being Sam knew it was only going to get better, better for them both.

He pulled Madelaine close him, her legs locking at the ankle around his waist The moment was wordless. There was no need for them at all when they both desperately craved the same thing so badly. Sam reached forward, caressing her face. He had one last thing to ask her, he needed to hear her say it, even if he was confident of the answer. It was going to be music to his ears.

"You want to keep going?" he asked. "You give the word, this is as far as we go."

"Then the only word you're getting is go," she said smirking. "I want it...so..do it. Fuck me Sam. Right here. Mmm yessss..."

With the redhead giving him the green light, Sam went forward, entering the heavenly cavern that was Madelaine's pussy. And once he was inside, he realized heavenly was underselling it.

"Holy shit," he said upon entering her. He entered slowly, savoring every single feeling, letting it get etched in his mind, never to be forgotten. This was already the most memorable one night stand of his life. He'd been with beautiful women before. Downright knock outs. Madelaine though, there was something special here. A school boy crushed mixed in with the ultimate sex fantasy. The sweetest dirty thoughts that could be imagined.

"Oh that feels so damn good," sneered Madelaine. Her eyes were still fixed on him, watching with a smile as he slowly worked in and out of her pussy. He was hitting all the right spots, working his hips with almost every thrust, aching to feel every inch of her. His lust for Madelaine turning up her own craving for him.

Sam began to pick up the pace, going a bit faster. Madelaine once more leaned back, her tits presented forward as she let him have the run of her body. She wasn't going to be the only one indulging.

Sam took this opportunity gladly, once again burying his face in her breasts while his fucked her, the globes jiggling a bit in his face with every pump inside of her. Her hushed moans, her quick breaths added to the oddly erotic soundtrack of their rendezvous. The sound of the insects buzzing at the night, the humming of the neon signs and cars passing in the distance with Madelaine's passion being at the forefront.

"Mmmm don't stop...oh fuck Sam don't stop...oh my goooood...." she whined, desperately trying to keep her voice under control. They may have been off to the side of the bar but they weren't 100% in private. Sam's utter worship of her wasn't helping though. His mouth lovingly kissing and licking her tits, his hands caressing her legs and his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy out in the air of a summer night. There was a light sheen of sweat on her body, being cooled along with Sam's saliva by an utterly delicious breeze.

He wrapped one arm around her back and pulled Madelaine up to his face, kissing her and resting his forehead against hers. "Madelaine," he grunted. "I...oh fuck...I want..."

"Yes..." she said. "Tell me...tell me what you want...we'll do it baby...mmmm..."

"I...I want to bend you over the car...I want to...mmm take you like that...oh fuck this is perfect too...I just.."

"You got it..." she said with a grin. "Mmm that what you want...bend me over like a little bar room trollop and take me on your sexy car..."

"Y-you're...mmm not a trollop..."

"It's okay," she said, giving him a light peck. "You're sweet...mmmfuck...but you picked me up in the bar and we're fucking on your..unnnnn car hood...I think right now a fit the bill."

"Well, you the most beautiful trollop I've ever seen then." He kissed her deep before he pulled out of her. Madelaine gave him a smile full of heart and lust as he grabbed her ass and slid her off the car hood and on to her feet only to spin her around and gently press her down against the black metal of the hood.

Once she was in position, Madelaine looked over her shoulder, flipping her fiery locks over her shoulder. "Do it," she said, her sweet voice oozy with a throaty sexuality. "Take me...I'm yours...mmm do it...fuck me..."

And he was going to...but first there was the little distraction that was Madelaine's ass. Much like her breasts, he couldn't think of a finer one he'd ever seen. Round, juicy, firm...he had to bury his face in that just as he had her breasts. He wasn't going to fuck her ass, that would be a step too far. Still, he wanted to experience it just a bit.

"Oooh....oh wow!" Madelaine said, a little surprised. She hadn't expected him to go for her ass like that. Utterly worshiping it as he had every other part of her body. She wasn't usually into this kind of thing, a guy just being that into her. She was far from neglected by her boyfriend but this was another level. It scratched an itch she didn't even no she had. Madelaine's goose pimples got goose pimples with every kiss and lick of her peachy ass cheeks and her eyes fluttered a bit when he began licking her asshole. It wasn't a huge amount of attention, but just enough to make her curious and give a her a new craving.