Charlotte Madison
By OdieK
Author note: All characters are fictional and all characters are over the age of 18. This is the last of the vault stories for awhile as I work to get Part 17 of the New Neighbour finished and then onto Vacation Interrupted.
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My name is Charlotte Madison. I'm in my early thirties, naturally blonde (you have to say that these days with so many blonde fakes out there), crystal blue eyes (again not enhanced or faked with tinted contact lenses), under five foot six and very very shapely to use my husband Jim's words - actually Jim once he's had a drink or two becomes much more detailed about my physical attributes which can be charming but borders on crossing the line particularly when he shares his views with complete strangers.
Anyway I don't really need Jim to tell me how good I look (although I admit it is nice to hear) because I have looked at myself in the mirror often enough over the years wondering why I manage to send men of all ages into senseless fools when they look my way. Jim says it's my full rounded breasts which are quite spectacular to quote a line from the Seinfeld show.
Call it genetics! Every woman on my mom's side was full chested and full bodied. My dad used to joke about it at family get-togethers saying you didn't know where to look there were so many gorgeous real women to use his words. But honestly I believe that my behind is probably one of my best hidden features. Jim can't keep his hands off it and that's saying something after five years of marriage.
There are downsides to being attractive to the opposite sex though. A good female friend of mine, Marianne, once told me that when men consider you too hot they tend to be a little overanxious and fail to live up to certain expectations. Marianne calls it "failing to perform". I never liked that expression though because it makes it sound like a circus act but I always appreciated her views since she knows firsthand. Marianne is what Jim would call an eyeful and extremely popular with the men who she can't seem to get enough of.
I have never told anyone this and felt it necessary to write down an experience that recently happened to me. I'm still not sure how I feel and I think that if I actually explain it all then maybe I can come to grips with what happened. Before I do I have to give you a little background first so please be patient with me for a page or two.
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Let's start with Marianne's idea that men don't seem able to live up to certain standards with women who are above average. I was the ripe old age of twenty-three when I first lost my virginity in an unpleasant experience. I remember that Jeff Matthews (a fellow college student) had been asking me out for months even though I had been dating another guy (David) on and off. David and I had become good friends and he had wanted to take it to the next level but I knew that he wasn't for me at least in that way although I never told him that. We did some pretty heavy kissing and I did let him investigate the size and shape of my breasts over my clothes but never under and I guess it was not surprising that he thought it would go further. Anyway one evening while sitting around his dorm room he just about launched himself at me after a few too many drinks. I yelled and screamed at him and even managed to redden his face with two accurate and hard slaps to his face that stung the palms of my hands. I raced out of there as fast as I could. I never spoke to him again; never answered his endless voice mail, e-mail and text messages. As far as I was concerned it was over! He had crossed a line and there was no going back. I vowed never to again put myself in a situation with a man I couldn't trust.
Well word somehow spread about David and me and that's when Jeff Matthews went into high gear. He was pestering me to the point that I was ready to clobber him but he was cute, had this really sexy smile that he turned my way once in a while and had a real sexy butt. Honestly I'm not sure he realized the effect it had on me but eventually I gave in and agreed to a date.
Well one date developed into another and another and soon we were going steady nearing the magical one month anniversary. We had kissed pretty heavily and the occasional close hug made it clear that he wanted more. One night at his apartment (Jeff lived off campus) I let it go further. He felt my breasts for the first time and his breathing accelerated to the point I thought he was having a heart attack. I had had a couple of glasses of wine that always does a number on me; it was raining out with the loud clap of lightning filling the sky and I just leaned back on the couch with Jeff atop me kissing me as passionately as I have ever been kissed. I even enjoyed the feel of his hands on my breasts so that when his hands slipped under my t-shirt around back I didn't even think of stopping him in fact I wasn't thinking much at all. It did surprise me when my bra loosened so quickly. He was fast. I had never let that happen before. He leaned back off me and we were both breathing pretty heavily when he gripped the base of his t-shirt in a cross-handed grip and the next thing I knew he was bare chested. That's when he turned that smile on me. I melted as he helped me out of my shirt. The bra he threw on the floor. He inhaled loudly adding a little whistle as my breasts were revealed. I could feel his throbbing against my pant leg. His hands grasped each side of my breasts and pushed them gently together. Lowering his head he licked each hardening tip before moving his head up and kissing me passionately again but he never released my breasts and instead rolled my nipples which sent a warmth throughout me punctuated by a growing wetness between my legs. He pulled away and dropped his head again this time sucking at each breast more aggressively but I was too far gone to stop him what with the wine, the rain, the smile...you get the idea.
Every minute or so he would alternate between my heaving breasts and my mouth. My hips began to roll back and forth as if of their own accord. I'm not even sure I realized it at first but Jeff did. He ground his hips against me following my every move. His hands moved under me gripping my firm ass then moving down to under my knees. I got the message and wrapped my legs around him as his mouth brought me to the point of no return. Now I knew firsthand what the words "dry humping" meant. It was exhilarating! I would have been happy to leave it right there but Jeff would not be stopped. He quickly undid the clasp of my jeans and drew them down and off my feet. My panties had been dragged along and hung lopsided at my knees. I didn't think about it until later but my legs were still spread wide and he was obviously getting a full unadulterated view. He stared at me in a way that resembled the way men generally looked at me but with much more intensity. Before I could think on it he pulled off the rest of his clothes and literally tore my panties to shreds as if they were made of paper. Before I knew it he had picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. I could feel his hardness bouncing against my bottom. He threw me on my back on his king size bed and landed on top of me. He reached down and grabbed his erection guiding it to me like a pro. I could feel the spongy hardness press into me then slip past my swollen labia and folds sliding in until he met resistance. The wolfish smile he gave scared me enough to push against his chest to try and get him off but it was way too late. He began to pull away but then thrust brutally forward tearing away the virginity I had protected for so long. He slammed in to me as hard as he could grunting while pounding me hard. I thought the bed would break as he fucked me viciously without emotion just pure lust. I cried and cried from the pain of it all. I don't remember how long it lasted but thankfully it wasn't long. I did remember the end though when he shuddered and groaned as spurt after spurt shot into my depths. In a way it was actually comforting as it seemed to dull the raw pain like medication on a cut. In record time he collapsed on top of me. In minutes he was making noise that I first didn't realize was snoring. I disgustedly pushed him off me. He rolled onto his back and without losing a beat the snoring continued. I quickly dressed and got the hell out of there. I never spoke to him again.
Well that was my first experience. I stayed clear of men for almost three years after that. After graduating I took a job in New York in advertising. There were a lot of really nice people there and one guy Chad Barlow had been asking me out on occasion but not pushy like. I finally relented and agreed to a date that went really well.
Chad was a real cute guy and wasn't pushy at all in fact after almost six months and constant prodding for "dirt" from women friends I made the first move. The kissing moved to petting and a little more and Chad was struggling. The first time he saw me naked from the waist up he excused himself. I think that he had actually come in his pants. His non-aggressive side allowed me to operate at my own pace which was just fine.
