Madison and I met as freshmen while registering for classes at the university. We said "Hello" whenever seeing each other on campus and had a few classes together but never dated. Madison was so attractive and never without a boyfriend. Yes, she is blond with the face of an angel and properly proportioned curves. It just didn't seem possible for me to be one of the chosen ones. However, as I learned later, she wasn't quite the angel she appeared to be which might explain why she was surrounded by a brood of guys each time I saw her in the student union. Quite frankly, I was reluctant to strike up a conversation with Madison. OK, I was afraid. Rejection is not high on my wish list.
Yet, there are days when good fortune smiles down upon each of us and on Tuesday before winter break, the gods of opportunity struck. We were standing in the cafeteria line side by side and hardly anyone was there. Most of the students had already left for the winter break. She smiled. I smiled back. She said, "Hi, how ya doin' Carl?"
"Good, and you?"
"Did I ever tell you my dad's name is Carl? He's in Afghanistan. I'm lookin' forward to break but since he won't be home, there's no reason to go there. Where are you going over break?"
"I don't know," I lied. I was headed home to Keokuk, Iowa to visit my folks. "What are you gonna do since you aren't goin' home?" I never was very good at small talk.
"A bunch of us girls are going to the Big Easy for sex and relaxation. Oh fuck ... what a Freudian slip that was! I meant, rest and relaxation."
"Sounds good. Has New Orleans recovered from Katrina? I mean, are there some good places to stay?"
"Yep! We found a cheap place to stay near the French Quarter and the bars are rockin'! I can't wait to go to Whiskey Blue. It's supposed to be hot and less than a mile from our hotel. They say it's where a few Hollywood types hang out." Madison sounded really excited as we paid for our lunch.
"Hell, I'd really love to do something like that!" I said as we sat down together.
There was a little lull in the conversation, then she said, "Well, I didn't really tell you the truth. Sure, my dad is in the Army and overseas but I don't have the money to go anywhere. I mean, I did look on the Internet to dream up a fantasy vacation but it is only a dream." That's when tears started to well up in two big beautiful blue eyes.
"Hey Madson, how about we take in the City for a couple of days? New York is so close and I haven't been to Central Park in the winter. We can do a carriage ride and pretend we're on a honeymoon!"
"I don't know, Carl. Where would we stay?"
"OK, I've got an Aunt who lives in Chicago but has an apartment in Brooklyn Heights. She lets us stay there when the guys are going to the Yankee games. I have a key and all I need to do is give her a call to see if it's OK. What do you think?"
"Let me think about it tonight," she said. "Meet me here tomorrow at around noon and we'll discuss it but no promises."
"OK, but it should be fun!" We finished our lunch while talking about how things had changed since we first met and with a lot of hopeful anticipation in my imagination.
At noon the next day, she said, "Yes" and I said, "Let's go!" but there was a catch; she had no money and couldn't leave until after her last class on Wednesday. The money wasn't a big deal. I had some Christmas money my grandma had sent a few days before. The late class turned out to be a problem because snow began falling around midnight and continued into the next morning. Transportation into the City was slow so we didn't get into Aunt Ginny's condo until it was almost dark.
The view over the East River was both beautiful and romantic but neither of s had eaten since breakfast. Our best bet was to grab a sandwich at the deli down the street and pick up a bottle of wine at the corner store. The storm was nearly over as we braved the elements. We reached the deli just as it was about to close, ordering 2 enormous corned beef sandwiches on rye. The wine we chose was the large bottle, 1.5 L of Chardonnay. I prefer a red wine but Madison preferred white wines.
After dinner, if you want to call it that, and lots of wine our main objection was to stay warm. She sat tantalizingly close as we watched TV. "Are you tired," I asked.
"Yes, it's been a long day and I was up studying until after midnight last night."
I still wasn't sure how to bring up the sleeping arrangements but finally asked, "OK, ya want me to sleep here on the couch or do you need a snuggle friend?"
"A snuggle friend is good, especially on such a cold wintry night," came a drowsy response.
"OK, I'm gonna take a quick shower and you snuggle under the blankets. I'll be there in a minute." I really didn't know what else to do thinking she needed a little privacy.
Once out of the shower, I put on a clean pair of briefs and headed for bed. Madison had snuggled herself under the covers as if to make a nest out of the bed. As I slid between the sheets, her back was to me so I could only see only her beautiful blond hair on the pillow. Putting my arm around her, I could only feel skin. She was naked, at least from the waist up! Madison turned over to whisper, "I forgot my PJs. Do you mind?"
Nothing like answering with the obvious. "Of course not," I stammered.
"I gotta go take a pee," she said rolling out of bed headed for the bathroom. It was my first glance at Madison fully nude. Her breasts were not huge but proportionate to her slim body. She had pink puffy nipples that fit nicely with her perky upturned boobs. Her ass was tight and firm. She had the legs of a model. Her body was just perfect in every way. I had to wonder if she was a virgin because she certainly could pass for an angel.
Madison returned from the john hiding nothing ... no towel, no embarrassment. It was if she was proud of her body and didn't mind showing it off. I, on the other hand, indulged myself by staring at her rosy nipples and shaved pussy. Of course, my cock strained to be released from the boxer shorts. Back in bed and under the covers, she turned to me and said, "Carl, I have a little secret. I didn't tell your everything. You remember my story about New Orleans? Well, part of it is true."
She had my fullest attention! "Well," she continued, "Paul, my boyfriend at the time, and I planned to go there over break. I was sooo excited and really dreamed about the trip but we got into a major fight over some stupid thing and broke up last month. He'll be there fucking Sophia Henderson instead of me. I haven't had sex since we broke up and I'm so horny. Do you mind doing a little more than just snuggling?"
"Ahhh, sure," was my less than clever response. At that point she reached down and plucked my cock from my shorts.
"Gee Carl, you are really really hard but there is one thing you must promise. I stopped taking the pill when Paul and I broke up so don't cum inside me. I'd love it if I could take you in my mouth when you are ready to finish, OK?"
OK!
Her nipples responded to my tongue and lips. Her pussy was delicious and wet. My hard throbbing dick slid so easily into her, I knew she was no virgin, angel or not. We continued fucking for some time. The wine helped me from exploding for just long enough for her to have a nice orgasm. Just as I was about to pour my juices into her, she seemed to sense my climax and pulled away, quickly, even expertly, engulfed my cock in her mouth. A half dozen jets of jizz filled her mouth while she tried to keep it from dripping out. A few drops dribbled onto her chin but with a flick of a finger, she slid it back onto her lips.
