Chapter 2: Madison's Gay Morning
"Um, Madison..." Ashley begins, trailing off when the other brunette grabs her by the hand and drags her away, obviously ignoring anything she may have to say. "Madison..." she tries again.
The Hispanic hottie turns around and faces Ashley, a slightly peeved expression on her face. She puts a finger to the other girl's lips, effectively shutting her up. "Okay, now, seriously, less talking, more following because, Honey, whenever you open your mouth you become less sexable," she gripes with a saccharine tone to her voice.
Ashley actually stays quiet. Dominatrix Madison?...I'll take two. She muses, staring at the other girl's ass cleavage being displayed, even turning her head to the side and leaning over to get a closer inspection. She finds herself at the entrance to the girl's bathroom. Madison opens the door and pulls the other girl in with her.
"Okay, anyone in here better leave now unless they don't enjoy having all of their limbs!" Madison shouts.
Several girls, including 'Peggy', the girl with an artificial (peg)leg, scurry out. 'Peggy' grumbles a "Bitch" as she exits.
"What are you doing?" Ashley blurts as Madison advances on her.
With a devilish smirk, Madison leans in close, pressing their bodies together as she reaches around and locks the door. She licks a trail up Ashley's jaw line to her ear. "I am going to have my way with you," she informs the other girl, biting her ear as she pulls away, making it clear that it is a fact, not a question.
"But-" Ashley begins.
Madison's mouth latches itself to Ashley's, ending whatever protest may escape the other girl. As she pulls away, allowing for them to catch their breaths, Madison smirks. "The only 'but' we need to worry about here is mine...and yours," she murmurs seductively, grabbing Ashley's ass with both hands and squeezing to emphasize her points.
"Uh, um, ahhh," Ashley garbles as Madison begins to suck on her neck...and throat...and collarbone.
Soon, Madison's hands are roaming up Ashley's shirt, her fingers running across the shorter girl's abs. "Tight," she mumbles against Ashley's throat, the double meaning not even trying to be hidden in that one enticing word.
"You'd be surprised," Ashley finds herself able to respond, despite the erotic haze she's found herself in.
"Let's see," Madison challenges as she pulls away and grabs Ashley around the waist and shoves her into a stall and into a sitting position. She straddles the shocked girl's lap and lets her hand travel up the other girl's thigh.
By this point, Ashley's breath is a little less even than it was when she got to school this morning. She closes her eyes as the taller brunette drags her nails across the tender skin of her inner thigh. "Madison," she murmurs with desire.
As her fingertips become slick with the small beads of sweat forming on the other girl's sensitive skin. "You sure are wet," she states suggestively as she runs her free hand through the other girl's curly locks.
By now Ashley is absolutely panting with need. "Please," she begs, grasping on to Madison's bare side, lightly digging her nails in, and arching her back into the touch, trying to make a more...intimate contact.
At this gesture, Madison pulls her more 'southern' hand away and grips on to Ashley's hair tightly and pulls back, causing the shorter girl to cry out. "No touching," she chastises roughly. "You understand?" She asks, as she begins to bring her hand back down.
"Ye...Yes ma'am," Ashley replies, stuttering on the first word as the taller girl begins to tease the wet spot in her panties.
Madison smiles at the response, her inner masochist doing a little dance pole-dancing, that is. She tugs on the other girl's hair once more for effect before untangling it from Ashley's hair and bringing it back under her shirt and cupping her right breast.
"Good girl," Madison murmurs seductively as she plants a light kiss on the other girl's mouth, biting down on Ashley's lower lip, pouting out erotically. As she pulls away from the kiss, her fingers dive in.
As Madison's fingers enter her, Ashley gasps in surprise and arousal and throws her head back, allowing it to connect with the tiled wall. But she is too turned on and ready to go to care about something as trite as a mild concussion. "Holy fuck!" She shouts, banging her head against the wall as Madison begins a fast tempo with her fingers. Her arms begin to wildly flail around in search of something to grip on to, knowing that, as per her experience (five seconds ago) Madison will stop if she grips on to her.
Unable to find anything, she simply places the palms of her hands on the walls of the small bathroom stall. As she begins to reach her climax, Madison slows her pace to a near-stop. Ashley whimpers in response, her eyes clenched shut and her body taut with incomprehensible tension as she squirms under the other girl's hand, trying to relieve the mounting pressure writhing her core.
"Beg for Madison," the taller brunette orders, referring to herself in the third person.
"Pl...Please Madison. I really nee...need you," Ashley pants, a few tears slipping from the corners of her eyes in intense sexual frustration. "Oh, dear god, I fucking need you!" She shouts, struggling for release.
With a wicked smile Madison puts poor Ashley out of her misery, thrusting in and out fast and hard until the shorter girl cries out and goes completely limp. Her arms fall off of the wall and her head flops down on Madison's shoulder as she lolls forward for something to brace her boneless body on.
Madison shifts her body and she leans back and slowly rises, so as not to let the shorter girl fall. As soon as she removes her fingers and goes to leave the stall, Ashley summons the energy to reach out her hand and grasp the Latina by the wrist. "Why?" She asks simply, her voice scratchy and hoarse from yelling.
Madison smirks. "I just woke up and was feeling a little gay," she replies, exiting the stall, unlocking the door and walking out, Ashley taking a few seconds to regain her composure and follow her.
Outside the stall, Madison exits and encounters a lost looking blonde. "Hey Spencer," she smiles nicely.
"Um, hi?" Spencer replies with a questioning tone to her response.
"You know, we should hang out. Let's get together later," Madison states.
"I...um...I guess so," Spencer replies.
"Drop by my house after school and we can hang out. Paint each other's nails, do each other's hair and other girly things," she states suggestively.
"Okay," Spencer replies sounding perplexed.
Moments later, Ashley approaches her. "Hey," Ashley greets the blonde, still mildly disoriented.
"Hey," Spencer responds before looking at the brunette, then she glances her way. "Fix your skirt Ashley, you look lie you just spent first period having sex," she states. Ashley does just that. "Hey, is that a hickey?" She asks, getting closer to the older girl's neck and touching the bruised flesh.
Ashley bats the blonde's hand away. "Not now," she glares as she stomps off with her perpetually clueless friend trailing behind her.