Original Story Artificial Affection was written by Oliver Pride
Author's note: Dearest Readers, while this story borrows the premise, character concepts, and some lines of dialogue from the above-mentioned story, I have changed it to make it my own with the author's blessing.
The character portrayals have been changed to suit my writing style and many other things were fleshed out. This is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional and 18 or older.
Photos of my cast of character can be found via a link in my profile.
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I left the dorm early so that I could walk at a slow pace and mull over the events of last night and the potential applications of the potion held within my jacket pocket. While my thoughts were focused primarily on Alana. However, there was a part of me that was still thinking about Madison. I was now outside of the building where our biochemistry class was held and as such, I cleared my head of all things LP9 as I reach for the door handle and pull the door open. I make my way through the hallways until I reach the lecture hall for our class. Unsurprisingly, Madison and a large congregation of our classmates are already here and seated.
Madison never missed a class and she always tends to sit in the back near me to give her the best vantage point (and should the professor get long-winded take a nap). Knowing the position was too important to leave nonsecure in my apartment I brought the spritz bottle with me. As I entered the lecture hall I saw the object of my affection and with every step I took the bottle inside my jacket pocket felt heavier and heavier. This was going to be the biggest test of self-control in my life. As I put my backpack down the weight of my potion literally hits me. I sigh and the realization that I had the key to an instant relationship with Madison was within my grasp. However, it was morally wrong to use it on her and take away her choice in the matter. My hands were shaking as I took my seat beside Madison.
Me plopping down beside her alerted her to my presence. "Hey Ridge! How are you doing today?" Madison asks with a smile on her face. A lock of brown hair with a blonde tip fell in front of her face. She brushed it aside and smiled joyfully again.
"I'm great!" I replied managing to mask my nerves. I'm usually not this much of a wreck around her but most days I don't have a potion that has the potential to ensnare the woman of my dreams.
"Good luck staying awake. The professor gave us a brief overview of what he's covering today and it is already putting me to sleep. We're only minutes away from this lecture and I don't know how I'm going to make it." Madison sighed. She propped her head up with her hand, leaning on the tiny armrest. It looked like she was seconds away from falling asleep.
"Thanks for the warning," I reply. "How are you doing today?" I asked curiously as it was rare for her to be so quiet. Madison Jefferies is as smart as she is sexy. She usually is very focused and involved in the class.
On a physical level, Madison is without a doubt the sexiest girl on our college campus. While this is my opinion I know for a fact it is shared by many. Madison is Hispanic and of Mexican descent. She is shorter than my 5-foot 10-inch frame. If I were to make an educated guess I would say she is about 5 feet 3 inches tall. Her long hair is normally dark brown but she has dyed it other colors. Previously she had tried blonde and while she looked very nice with it that way she has let it return to her natural brown color, which I prefer. Currently, the ends of her long hair still have traces of some blonde coloring. She usually keeps her hair at shoulder length.
As I am fixated on her beauty the professor dimmed the lights and began his lecture. Returning my thoughts briefly to Madison, her eyes (which are currently closed) are brown and her tan skin is a sand color to it. As she doesn't respond to my whispers, I stop as I don't want to draw attention to her I sit back and tried to focus on the lecture. Despite my best intentions though I am unable to do so as my pulse was racing as I sat so close to the object of my desires.
Looking over I see that Madison is so out of it that she is practically falling out of her seat. I wonder what she got up to the previous night. Ten minutes passed and Madison dropped her pen while nodding off. I picked it up for her and placed it on her tray and the slight clink startles her from her nap.
"Wha... what's wrong?" she blinked sleepily.
Leaning over I whisper, "Nothing. You drifted off and you dropped your pen,"
Madison half smiled and picked up her pen so it looks like she is taking notes, she whispered thanks. It was clear she would rather be asleep than awake taking notes. I'm such an idiot. Why did I pick up her pen and wake her up; it's like a middle school flirting move. Madison could care less.
"Oooooh," Madison moaned. It wasn't a sexual moan, she was moaning from how bored she was. She desperately wanted to leave or sleep. Unfortunately, my cock didn't know the difference, her moans made me instantly hard.
"Oooh," she moaned again. It was getting harder and harder to control myself.
"Uhhhhh," Madison moaned yet again. She kept making noise and tried to shift in her seat.
I watched as Madison sat up and stretched her arms in a vain attempt to make herself more comfortable and wake up. She put her left hand under her chin and propped her head up again.
As her eyes began to droop again I took a moment to take in her form and wardrobe. As it wasn't a lab day and it was warm outside Madison had opted to wear a black one-piece romper. With Alana as a roommate, I have become very versed in women's fashion. The romper had a floral print and two thin straps that were barely containing Madison's breasts. It was obvious to anyone with working eyes that she didn't have a bra on under the romper as it would look ridiculous (unless it was a strapless bra).
Leaning over toward her I whispered, "Long night?"
"Extremely." She whispers her response. "I was finishing a term paper that was sprung on us for Lit."
"That sucks. Sit back, and relax." I tell her. "I'll give you my notes after class."
Madison smiles and mouths a thank you. As I scribble down what is being said I see out of the corner of my left eye that a blush overtaking her cheeks. I watch Madison take a comfortable position making it look like she was awake and focused on the lecture. The lecture went on for a good fifteen minutes before I heard a moan from my left. Looking over I saw that Madison's eyes were still closed but something was up. Her brow was sweaty. Her once shallow breathing was now becoming labored. Her face scrunched up as if she was having a dream and a very vivid one. Her breast began to rise and fall and as I looked at the front of her romper I could see two little nubs. It was her nipples! I watched as the once flat material suddenly had to rounded protrusion pressing into it. I watched in awe as Madison's nipples went from their normal state to fully erect nubs. They grew, and grew, and grew until they were pressed firmly against the cups of her romper, visible to anyone looking. I'd never seen a woman with erect nipples poking at her clothes like this before and it made my cock jump.
Suddenly, Madison's eyes went wide and her body jerked. She was no longer slumped over and now sat up straight, wide awake. Fortunately, a large portion of the class was dozing so no one took notice of her (and the professor was facing the board so he didn't see her). I looked over and saw a blushing Madison adjusting her boobs in her romper.
Leaning over again, I whisper to Madison, "Are you ok?"
Madison squirmed in her seat unable to answer me. Seconds ago she was barely awake and now she was wide awake and fidgeting like crazy. It was almost like watching an excited puppy try to sit still.
What I wouldn't learn until much later was that Madison's entire body was flush. Her body was at first excited, and then it was practically on fire. She would tell me when I checked up on her that something about my voice made her pussy soaking wet that she was literally soaking the seat and she was in dire need of fornicating.
Madison was now breathing so rapidly that she was unable to voice anything. I saw that her chest was heaving and the guy part of my brain is mesmerized by the enticing movement. Looking Madison over I saw that her entire body looked reddish and I could make out perspiration atop her breasts. Without saying a word she began grabbing her things and tossing them into her bag.
"P... pack up." She whispers to me.
Not knowing what she has in mind I just do as she requests. Once our things are stowed in our bags she motions for me to stand up which I do. Nudging me toward the steps we slip out of our row and then begin quietly but with great haste heading for the door. When we are within arm's reach of the door she grabs me by my wrist and pulls me out of the lecture hall. I'm sure most of the class turned to see what the ruckus was when the doors flew open but by the time everyone had turned their heads to look Madison had pulled us through the doors and we were long gone.
It must have looked hilarious to some people to see the stunning (and flushed) Madison De Leon pulling science geeks Ridge Vaugh across the quad like he weighed nothing. Not only that there was a good 7-inch height difference and at least 30 pounds between us and she was making it look like I weighed nothing.
Madison dragged me from our lecture hall, out of the building, across the campus, and to her dorm room. As we made our way down the corridor to her room I could see that she, like me, was out of breath from our mad dash.
"I... I'm... s... sorry... didn't mean to treat you... like that... that was," Madison stopped mid-sentence. She wouldn't look at me. From the profile view I had of her, I could see just how heavy she was breathing. For a moment Madison didn't speak or look my way. It was like she was in a trance. Her chest rose and fell repeatedly as she tried to catch her breath.