Chapter 4 -- We're Not So Different, You and I
Madi
"Walker trial, interview two-A." I set the phone on the coffee table and sipped my tea. "So, you want to go first, or should I?"
Scott was hunched on the opposite end of the couch, hands clasped between his knees, fixated on a spot on the living room carpet. He hadn't met my eyes once since we'd sat down. He let out a long breath. "I will. I'm still... processing. It's been a long day."
"Whenever you're ready. As much as you can remember."
"Okay, so, I'm working at the bar last night. Erin's there one a date with some guy, a first date. Derek or something."
"Like she was showing off in front of you? Wanting to make you jealous?"
"Nothing like that. Erin doesn't... didn't like me that way, not then. We'd made out once, but it never went past that. She never brought it up. It's just something she does when she knows I'm working, knows I'll give her free drinks."
"She does this every time you're working and she's not?"
"I mean, not
every
time. Usually it's her and her roommate, maybe with some friends, sometimes just her and a book. But a lot, yeah."
I give a little snort-laugh. "Scott..."
He turns his head. "What?"
"Nothing," I say, then mutter, "you knob." He focuses on the carpet again, oblivious. "Go on."
"So, last call. Erin comes up to get one more round. We take a couple shots, I ask her how the date's going, she says she's planning to take Devin or whatever home with her. Like, might as well, not like she's got anything better, right? And I'd caught her looking at me a couple times, and right then she looked kind of... resigned, I guess? So I figure, why the fuck not, and I lean in like we've got a secret, I lower my voice and I say, 'Why don't you take me home instead?,' or something like that."
"Scott. Did you
ask
her, or did you
tell
her?"
"I... I told her."
"I need you to think hard. Try to remember
exactly
what you told her," I said. "A-and do the... the voice. For the... the recording, of course."
Scott closed his eyes. "I said...
You could always take me home instead
."
I felt that familiar current rush through me. My pussy twitched. "What did Erin do?" I asked.
"She looked kind of... lost for a second, then took the pints and went back to the table."
I was silent, thinking.
"I didn't mean to do it!" Scott protested. "I didn't even know I
could
do it. It was just a joke!"
"You didn't connect it to what had happened before, back in the spring, with Lily?"
"Not at first. But then every time I looked over, I catch her watching me. Her date's just going on and on, looking at his phone half the time. Then all of a sudden she pounds her drink and takes off for the bathroom. The date's on his phone, talking pretty loud, ordering a taxi. He was a little drunk, but it was like he wanted me to hear him."
"And you're thinking...?"
"I'm thinking, alright, so that's it. She's taking him home. Oh well. Then she comes out of the bathroom, disheveled looking, and she and the date start fighting. It starts out almost like that whisper-shouting thing that people do, he's looking at me, then her, back and forth. Now he's shouting for real. He finishes his drink, bangs his glass on the table, and storms out. Kicks the, what do you call it, the brass thing at the bottom of the door?"
"Kickplate."
"The kickplate. Erin's all calm through the whole thing. She pokes her head out the door, tells the bouncer he can take off, then locks up. Comes over to the the bar, real slow, like she's showing off. Like she knew how good she looked."
"How's that? How did she look?"
"It was her date night, so, y'know. Wanting to get some. I'd always thought she was sexy, but this, this was something else. She had on this tight black skirt, a green silk button up blouse. It was mostly undone, and Erin's got pretty big t--" He stopped himself. "Her breasts are pretty big, and she's almost spilling out..."
"You can say tits, mate." I said, turning up my accent.
"Yeah, so, she runs a hand through her hair -- she's a redhead -- and she'd just gotten it cut short, so now it's kinda messy. She looked..." Scott trailed off.
"Keep going."
"... like she'd just been fucked," he finished. "I blink, and she's right there. She grabs my tie and pulls me toward her and starts kissing me."
"You didn't tell her to? With your voice? Say,
Kiss me
or whatever?"
Scott shook his head. "This was all her. It went on for... I don't know, minutes?"
My thoughts wandered back to that time in the elevator a few weeks ago, the first time I'd kissed him. How his lips were soft, gentle yet insistent. How he'd cradled the back of my head in one hand, the other teasing the hem of my sweatshirt. How his tongue--
I stopped the recording. "Show me," I said, pulling my shirt over my head and casting it aside. My nipples were painfully hard against my bra, and I yearned for his lips on them. "Show me how you kissed her."
"But what about the interview?"
"Fuck that thing. We'll finish it later." I scooted closer. He wasn't wearing a tie, so I grabbed him by the collar and brought him close. "I need this now."
Scott started to lean in, but I put my fingertips on his chest. He pulled back, confused.
"I want you to
tell
me to do it," I said. "Say it. Say my name. This is for--"
"
Madhuri? Madi? Kiss me
."
My thoughts fled. My eyes slid closed.
* * *
"So yeah. Something like that," Scott said. It was several minutes later when we managed to separate.
"Fuck me, you're good at that," I said. My cunt throbbed, swimming with heat. "You taste so... so goddamned..."
"Madi? You okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah," I said, my head clearing. I hit record again. "So, what next?"
"I mean, pretty much what I did with you the last time I was here. She wanted me to talk dirty to her in that voice, tell her do do things. Erin's pretty headstrong, normally. Always, really, but last night she was so... submissive. She was touching herself, getting off on it, rubbing her pussy, pinching her nipples..."
My hands came up, mimicking Erin's actions in my mind. I was so wet, imagining how she must have felt...
"Madi? Hello?"
"Hm?" I mumbled.
"I said, do you want me to do it now? Do you want me to use my voice? Show you how I talked to her?"
YES!
my body screamed. "No," I said reluctantly, my hands slowing but not stopping. "Not now. Finish your story."
"That's pretty much it, for that part. Her eyes were closed, and she was saying all this stuff, how she wanted to feel my cock in her, wanted to cum on my cock, wanted me to cum in her. She made herself cum without me even touching her. Just from me talking. She practically dragged me upstairs after that. We took off our clothes and sat and talked for a while, and then she started asking me questions."
"About?"
Scott sighed. "About what's going on, all these changes. Erin's really fucking smart. She knew something was up. She'd had a little bit of a crush before last night, but this was different.
I
was different. She'd noticed all these changes, and she called me on it. Nobody else had noticed. We talked, and she kept playing with herself, making herself cum again and again. And then..."
"And then?"
"She got in front of me, started sucking my dick. She asked me, and I told her." He sighed again. "Everything. About you, the elevator, the... the science."
"All of it?" I asked.
He nodded. "Complete honesty."
"Fuck
me
. That's a lot to take in."
He smiled. "Erin said the same thing."
"How'd she take it?"
"That's the strange part. She didn't seem to mind, you, me, any of it. She... wanted it, even. For me to keep telling her to do things."
"Scott? I... I want that too. Tell me what you told her. What you told her to do, so she'd suck your cock."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure. I want to see if I can resist it."
"Madi.
Suck my cock
."
Lust. Heat. That detached, floaty feeling. I stood, and my knees went weak. I knelt, reaching for his trousers and pulling them around his ankles, followed by his boxers. His thick, hard cock swayed in front of me, pulsing with his heartbeat, and I watched as my hand reached for it and I--
No. I pushed the feelings down and rose to my feet.
"Hey, you did it," Scott said.
"It wasn't..." I began, my voice trembling. I swallowed. "It wasn't easy. I want you so bad right now. But we can't. We need to keep going. Take off the rest of your clothes."
"What are we --"
"Scott, honey, shh." I crossed my arms, slipping my fingers under my sports bra and bringing it over my head. I shook my hair out, then bent to take down my underwear. I felt Scott's eyes on my body as I straightened up and adjusted my glasses. I stepped out of my panties and held one breast in each hand, presenting them to him, the way I imagined Erin had done. I bounced them a little, feeling their weight. They were so fucking big now, so heavy. I lifted one and bent to lick the nipple, watching Scott through my lashes.
"Thoughts?" I said.
"A few.
You are so fucking sexy, Madi
." His cock looked even harder. A drop of precum glistened on the tip.
"Flatterer." I smirked. Another twitch. "I know."
"But why are you--"
I straddled his lap, rubbing my pussy on his bare cock.
"I thought we weren't going to fuck," he said.
"We aren't. We're not there yet." I kissed him for a few seconds and ground my clit against him. "First, I need to hold up my end."
Scott moaned. I caressed his cheek. "Remember what Erin did, when you told her your story? I think it's only fair you return the favor." I held my breasts up again, teasing his lips with a hard nipple. "It's time I tell you mine. Now suck."
A wide grin spread across his face. He placed his hands over mine, squeezing. "
You love it when I suck your tits
," Scott said. His lips closed on my breast. He tongued my nipple, and I felt myself grow wetter as I slid along his cock.
"K-keep that up, and y-you're going to make me c-cum... cum... already," I whimpered.
"
You love it when I play with these big,
" lick, "
soft
," kiss, "
