0 comments/ 31875 views/ 8 favorites Sonic Girl By: jjsharshaw "Look, Carol..." Madelyn Ross had her cell phone cradled against her ear while she flipped pages in her workbook - that was propped against the steering wheel of her mini van - with one hand and held a cigarette with the other. She was parked at a drive-in, arguing with her editor while she waited for her dinner to be delivered. She wasn't making much headway either. "...No really, Carol...Why can't..." Then the carhop was at Madelyn's window. "That'll be $5.69." The carhop was holding out a soda, patiently waiting for Madelyn to get off the phone and take her order. "...Carol...Carol...I gotta go. Bye." Madelyn closed her phone and tossed it into the passenger seat. She quickly blew out her last drag, attempting to be courteous to the carhop and blow the cloud of smoke away from the carhop. Of course the prevailing breeze blew the entire cloud right into the carhop's face. The carhop coughed a bit, smiled awkwardly and pulled back. "Sorry. Uh, hi...uh, just a sec," Madelyn started to reach for her wallet in her purse and realized she still had her workbook in one hand and her cigarette in the other. "Uh," she flustered, "could you hold this?" and she awkwardly thrust her workbook at the carhop and smiled an embarrassed smile. The carhop smiled back. She'd waited on Madelyn before and this was becoming a routine between them. "Uh, sure...here, uh, take the Coke please..." Madelyn took the Coke and sat it on the dashboard. The carhop juggled the workbook and slid it flat against the bottom of her tray. Madelyn fumbled for her wallet, pulled out the first bill she touched and gave the bill to the carhop as the carhop gave her the order. "Ummm, what'd I give you?" "A ten ma'am." Madelyn smiled again, this time more composed, "Keep the change." The carhop's smile got bigger and more at ease as well. It always did when she served Madelyn because Madelyn always tipped big and despite whomever she might be arguing with on her cell phone, she was always pleasant. "Thanks. See you next time?" "You bet." Madelyn started her car and pulled out of the space while lighting another cigarette and flipping open her phone to resume her argument with her editor. "...Carol..." Carol cut Madelyn off, "What was the big rush, missy, that you had to cut me off like that?" "Dinner came." Carol snorted a short accusing laugh, "Uh-huh, more like you came you randy bitch. Eating at Sonic again are we?" "Hey, shut up. You had me arguing with you over sentence structure and I didn't have time to fully appreciate her." "Eating all that fast food is going to go straight to your hips and thighs you know. Why don't you just come out and ask the girl out?" Now it was Madelyn's turn to snort an accusing laugh, "Yeah, right. You've been editing erotica too long. I can't just ask this total stranger, who is probably not gay, who is probably not even of legal age, if she'd like to go on a date with a 30 something, married, bisexual woman - who when she's not selling real estate writes dirty stories for a living." There was a pause on the line. "Why not?" Madelyn laughed, "You are incorrigible, you know that?" "Yeah, and you love me for it. Come see me after you eat and we'll work out your story. Irwin is getting antsy about getting this project wrapped and you know we don't want to get Irwin antsy." "Yeah, well tell Irwin he needs to go spend some quality fuck time with Jeff and chill out. "Uh, Okay. I'll be over in about an hour or two. Gotta check on Kent and the kids." ~~~~~~~~~~ Madelyn pulled into the parking lot of the publishing offices, turned off the engine and reflexively reached for her workbook in the passenger seat. Her hand came up empty. She flipped the passenger side map light on thinking the book was on the floor. It wasn't. "Oh, shit," Madelyn half whispered. She must have left it at home. She asked her husband Kent to look over the story that Carol and she were arguing about. She wanted ammunition for her meeting. "Carol's going to kill me," Madelyn said as she put her hand on the key to start the car and then a rather chilling realization hit her. "Oh, my fucking god!" Madelyn put her hands to her face, her mouth open, and her eyes wide. Kent said he couldn't find her workbook. She thought she left it in the car and after she was done eating and spending some time with the kids she'd go and get it and bring it to him. But. She remembered. She handed her workbook to the carhop when she got dinner. She didn't remember taking it back. Out came the cell phone for the first of three calls. "Carol, Maddie. Uh, something came up and I can't make it tonight. Irwin doesn't get in the office until after 10, can we do this first thing in the morning?" "You okay Maddie?" "Yeah, it's just that Wolfie ate Jennifer's math homework and I need to help her." Madelyn flinched at the lie. Carol paused. "Let me get this straight, sweetie. Wolfie, your diminutive Chihuahua, ate Jennifer's math homework? They give math homework at pre-school these days?" "Well...It's a tough, college prep pre-school. Anyway, that's my story." "And you're honestly going to stick to it?" "Until I can think of something better... Oh please, Carol, really something has come up, I just can't tell you. At least not now." "Well, okay, Maddie, hope things work out but you better have your sweet ass in here by 8:30 or I'm going to let you suffer the wrath of Irwin. "I talked to his lordship, Irwin, a while ago and he and Jeff are having a tiff or a spat, I forget which, but that means that he hasn't had sex for at least, oh, four or five hours. He's a bear." "Thanks Carol, you're a dear." "That's what editors are for, babe." Madelyn dug through the heap of fast food napkins, magazines and other bits of flotsam between the front seats. She triumphantly came up with a receipt from Sonic and dialed the number. This was call number two. "Uh, hi, I was through a couple of hours ago. I believe a girl named Michelle waited on me. I think..." "...Oh, oh, great! Wait a second, I need a pen." Madelyn grabbed a pen sitting in the cup holder. "Okay...555-1483? She doesn't mind me calling?...Great! Thanks." Madelyn mumbled to herself as she dialed, "Please, dear God, don't let her have read it." There wasn't anything illegal or bad per se in her workbook. The current story she was working on, a lesbian romance story, and notes for a couple of more rough and raw stories involving group sex and BDSM. But then - there was the pencil sketch of her carhop and notes about various ways she could incorporate her into a story. Madelyn had her eye on her carhop for a couple of weeks. Last week she brought her husband Kent along to see her and he made several very erotic, very nasty story suggestions - that Madelyn had written next to the sketch. She just didn't want this young girl to think she was some sort of pervert. Just the week before the cops had busted some perv who was jacking off as one of the other carhops brought his order out. Oh PLEASE God, Madelyn begged. "Hello." Madelyn froze. The voice on the other end of the phone was so sweet, a contralto, at ease, open. It was so beautiful. "Hello?" "Uh, hi, this is that crazy woman who left her notebook with you," Madelyn tried to sound nonchalant and lighthearted. (Please, dear God, she hasn't looked in the book.) "Oh, hi. Yeah, I have your book. I'm glad you called. Would you like to come by my apartment and pick it up?" "Uh, will your parents be there?" There was a pause then, "I live alone; Apartment C in the Sunnyvale Apartments on Lowell. Please, come on by. It'll be okay." Madelyn fought the impulse to blurt out, "Have you read it yet?" Instead, "Well, it's getting kind of late. I wouldn't want to keep you up." "No problem, uh, Mrs...I'm sorry, I don't know your name." "It's Madelyn Ross. You can call me Maddie." "I'm Michelle. I don't have a class until noon tomorrow and I need to wind down before I hit the books so please, come on over." Madelyn breathed a sigh of relief. No mention of the book's contents, no parents, apparently a college girl. This was going to be okay. She'd swing by, pick up her workbook and be home in time to snuggle - or do something more risque - with Kent. "By the way, Mrs. Ross, I really love your writing." "Uh, tha...thank you. I'll be over shortly." "Great. I can't wait." Michelle's voice sounded happy. Madelyn was in shock. ~~~~~~~~~~ The reason for Madelyn Ross' shock over finding out her carhop, a girl she'd been fantasizing about since she'd seen her at the drive-in, had read from her workbook was that Madelyn was a bit of a poseur. Madelyn Ross was a romance and erotica writer - when she wasn't selling houses for Century 21. She was an excellent agent, almost had her broker's license. She could also write the most tender and sensuous scene between two lovers or the most nasty, most rousing gangbang scene in a biker bar. She practiced at her art and the more she practiced the better she got. She had a bit of talent at spinning yarns. She had a huge imagination. And she had a sex drive that bordered on the pathological. But. She could count the number of men and women she had been intimate with over the entire span of her thirty something years on two hands - well, a hand a half. She wasn't in "the scene" - any scene: lesbian, swingers, BDSM. Anything. She just wrote and had a small circle of people she was intimate with. In all those intimate contacts, with the exception of Kent, her husband and Heidi, her college room mate she had always been the pursued and never the pursuer. She always played demure. But there was something about her carhop, her Sonic Girl as Kent came to call her, that made her very hot and wet and want to pursue her with a passion. Well, maybe not pursue her but have her. Hold her. Stroke her gently. It was just something she couldn't quite put her finger on. And no one, outside of the publishing house that had recently picked up some of her short stories and was publishing an anthology, had ever said they liked her writing - at least not verbally, over the phone; sort of intimately. Oh, there were the emails from anonymous readers off several web sites extolling her literary erotic prowess but those readers were disconnected voices in cyberspace. And she respectfully and lovingly considered all the people at her publishing house completely debauched so they didn't really count either. (Irwin, the publisher-in-chief, a "confirmed bachelor" for the adult years of his life, was so taken with several of Madelyn's stories that he made a confession. Something, she was told, that was completely out of character for the 50'ish, Boston born and reared patrician. ("Ms. Ross, I was so aroused by your story entitled," and he sniffed somewhat in disdain, "'Cynthia Pulls Her First Train' that I ordered Jeffrey, my partner of many years, to dress in a miniskirt and bra and play the part of Cynthia as I and our friends, um, performed a ritual gangbang. Jeffrey, of course, whore that he is, loved every moment. And so did I. Thank you.") Now, here was this girl who held, in Madelyn's eyes, an extraordinary balance of innocence and smoldering sensuality. And in her beautiful, guileless contralto voice said she liked Madelyn's writing. Madelyn had butterflies. ~~~~~~~~~~ Madelyn rang the doorbell of the small garden apartment and waited. Michelle opened the door, still in her carhop uniform of yellow polo shirt and black running shorts. "Hi. Please come in." Her voice was soft and welcoming. Madelyn had planned on getting the book and running but the invitation tugged at her. "Uh, sure. Thank you." "Come on back. It's a mess but I live in my bedroom. I hope you don't mind." Madelyn laughed, "Oh, you should see my house." Michelle turned slightly as she lead the way to the bedroom, she smiled coyly, "Gee, is that an invitation Mrs. Ross?" "Uh...do you want it to be?" Michelle did not turn back around. Madelyn just heard her softly chuckle. "Well, here we are," Michelle motioned expansively with her arms as she sat on her bed Indian style. Madelyn took in the room. There was classical music playing softly on the CD player. The walls were covered with newspaper clippings, pictures and certificates. There was a shelf with several trophies. "Wow, so that's where you get those legs of yours." Michelle smiled with genuine embarrassment, "Uh, thanks. Yeah, cross-country and middle distance during track season and basketball. Those are all from high school. I'm not a jock anymore." Madelyn sat down in an overstuffed chair directly across from the bed. "Oh?" "I'm doing my pre-reqs at juco for a nursing degree. No time for sports. I still run every morning though." Madelyn pointed at the CD player, "I hope my daughters have your taste in music when they grow up." "Oh, yeah. That's Anne-Sophie Mutter. I love her music. But I also like classic rock." Madelyn wasn't sure what to say so she just smiled. "I'm sorry I'm still in my uniform and haven't showered. I just got home when you called and didn't know how soon you'd be here so I waited." "That's perfectly all right. There's nothing quite like the smell of a nice sweat." Michelle grinned, reached behind herself and pulled out Madelyn's workbook. She ran her fingertips slowly over the cover. "Yeah, I kinda noticed your appreciation for sweat in a couple of your stories. "Why do you write in a notebook? I mean most writers use a word processor don't they?" Madelyn chuckled nervously, crossed her legs, elbows on her thigh and rested her chin in her hand. "Well, I like the feel. I like the feel of the paper against my skin. I like to watch the smoothness of the ink as it flows. Can't get that on a computer." "Mmmm. I know what you mean. I'm very tactile. "You're an excellent artist. I can't believe this sketch you did of me. Uh," Michelle looked down seemingly embarrassed, "why didn't you sketch me naked?" Madelyn felt a flutter in her belly. "Michelle," she spoke her name softly and paused, "I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you naked." Madelyn's eyes widened but she didn't change her posture. Michelle stood up and in a fluid motion pulled off her polo shirt and unclasped her bra letting it slip to the floor. Next came her running shorts falling in a puddle around her ankles revealing a black thong. "Uh, Michelle, honey, you don't need to wear a thong unless you have a lover who insists. They ride up on me something fierce." Michelle was staring at the floor as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of the thong and sent it to the floor to join her shorts. "I actually kinda like the way it feels. I'm very sensitive, uh, back," she motioned toward her ass, "you know, uh, back there." Still staring down at the floor Michelle took the scrungy out of her black hair and shook it out, the hair falling on her shoulders and across her face in wild black tangles. Then she looked at Madelyn. Madelyn gasped quietly. "You're so very beautiful Michelle." Madelyn half whispered in a voice that was starting to thicken with the lust she felt growing in her belly. "Thank you," Michelle whispered. Michelle looked away, just a little to the side of Madelyn, as if suddenly she was grossly self- conscious. She slowly and with some awkwardness raised her arms to shoulder level. She struck a pose - brazen and blatantly seductive Madelyn thought. Michelle was showing the fine lines of her long torso, her flat belly and small, firm breasts as well as the long and elegant muscles of her arms. But then Michelle moved one foot on top of the arch of the other and moved her thigh over the other one slightly as if she were trying to cover the core of her sexuality. In a small, quiet voice, Michelle - still looking slightly to the side of Madelyn with her head slightly bowed and still in her outstretched pose - asked, "Mrs. Ross, would you lay with me?" The question snapped Madelyn back into the real world from being lost in her visual feast of Michelle's body and her innocent sexuality. Madelyn's first impulse was to laugh; really laugh, really hard. A belly laugh. 'Would you lay with me?' she thought? My god, how cliched or how Biblical or how cheap, pulp romance fiction. But...there she stood in her pose. Part 'Venus Rising from the Sea' and part 'Christ on the Cross.' Madelyn sensed no seduction, no debauchery at hand. This girl was offering herself. She was self- conscious, maybe frightened as she did, what Madelyn assumed, she had never done before in her life. "Why?" Madelyn whispered. Michelle looked up, her eyes darting to Madelyn's and then away. There was a hot blush of embarrassment filling her cheeks. Michelle stuttered some, her voice barely audible; "I want to feel your touch on my skin, your breath on me, the texture and wetness of your tongue and lips." She licked her dry lips, tilted her face down more. She seemed to push the words out in her breath as opposed to clearly vocalizing, "And I want to feel you: your softness, the weight of your breasts in my hands. I want to smell you. I want to taste you. I want to feel the slickness that comes from between your legs." Michelle completed her list of reasons, head completely bowed. Madelyn saw she was trembling. As if in shame, Michelle covered her face with her hands. Her trembling increased. Madelyn stood up and closed the distance between Michelle and her in two steps. Madelyn's hands were trembling slightly as she ever so lightly lay her fingertips on the back of Michelle's trembling hands and slowly pulled her finger tips down Michelle's wrists, to her forearms. Madelyn kept a light hold on Michelle's elbows, parting them slightly so that more of her belly and the bottom of her breasts were exposed. She leaned in so that the fabric of her suit was barely touching the naked skin of Michelle's hips, belly and lower chest. Madelyn's lips were mere inches away from Michelle's ear. "Why?" More a soft, hot breath than a whisper. Madelyn gently took Michelle's hands in her own and placed them slowly, gently on Madelyn's hips. Then the hands returned to hold and caress Michelle's face. Michelle's eyes were wide and moist as she opened her soul to Madelyn. Her breath caressed Madelyn's lips and face as she whispered, feverishly. "Sometimes. Sometimes I feel so alone. I read your stories, I watch movies, and I see my friends, and even total strangers...They're so...so close. "They hug, hold hands, and kiss. "They share beds. They share their bodies. "I wonder...I wonder what I am missing. Why? Why am I missing it? "I'm sorry," Michelle half laughed, half sobbed and momentarily buried her face in Madelyn's shoulder, "this sounds so selfish...so small and inconsequential. But I wonder why I can't have that companionship...why do I have to be alone? "Why do I have to be deprived of the sights and smells and tastes of another human being?" Madelyn took a step back, took Michelle's face in her hands and wiped a couple of tears from her cheeks with her thumbs. "It's not small, or selfish or inconsequential. It's okay." Madelyn let her fingers fall from Michelle's cheeks slowly down her throat. With an index finger of each hand Madelyn traced Michelle's well-defined clavicles and then opened her fingers as they slowly descended down the flat of Michelle's chest to the soft flesh where her breasts began. Sonic Girl Madelyn moved her fingertips to the sides of Michelle's rib cage and slowly worked them up into Michelle's underarms. They were moist and unshaven and Madelyn took time to run her fingers into the hair and feel its silkiness. Madelyn did not even really sense Michelle anymore. Her fingers were on a journey of her own as she intently watched the soft skin flush and react to her touch. The fingertips traced back down the flat of Michelle's chest and onto the soft skin and flesh of Michelle's small, firm breasts. Her fingertips moved in a circular motion to the outside of Michelle's breasts as her thumbs came around and up and over Michelle's small, erect nipples. She was convinced, by Michelle's trembling and by the scent cloud of sweat, musk and drive-in grease and tobacco smoke that filled her nostrils, that Michelle was purity incarnate. The softness of Michelle's skin, Michelle's sweet, hot breath on Madelyn's face as Madelyn caressed the girl, the fine visual definition of Michelle's throat and shoulders seemed to translate directly from Madelyn's skin - face and fingertips - to her belly and sex. When Michelle sniffed loudly and then groaned as Madelyn lightly tweaked Michelle's nipples, Madelyn looked up abruptly into Michelle's face. There was a smile against her tears. Michelle could barely talk; it was a hoarse whisper, high pitched and strained, "I never knew I could feel this way. This is so wonderful." Madelyn leaned up and kissed Michelle very lightly on the lips, her tongue moving lightly and slowly across Michelle's dry lips. "Yes, I'll lay with you," she whispered. Madelyn allowed Michelle to undress her. Michelle did so slowly and explored Madelyn as Madelyn had explored her. Michelle reveled in the soft skin and soft flesh of the shorter, older woman. She laid her head against Madelyn's head and sighed as she slowly and gently hefted Madelyn's larger, softer breasts in her hands. (Madelyn felt weak in the knees.) Once the initial exploration was complete Madelyn again gently kissed Michelle on the lips. She led Michelle to the bed and pulled the sheet around Michelle's throat, tucking her in, bending down to kiss Michelle on the forehead. "I've got to go to the ladies room. Be right back." ~~~~~~~~~~ Madelyn sat on the toilet, closed her eyes and peed. She felt light headed and when she wiped herself she was amazed at how distended and wet her sex was. She stood at the vanity and looked at herself in the mirror. She was flushed, her face covered in a sheen of sweat. The flush extended to her nipples - which were very erect. She opened the medicine cabinet looking for some toothpaste or mouthwash. She found a tube of toothpaste, started to reach for it and then stopped to look at the contents of the cabinet. There was a simple face cleanser, Tylenol, toothpaste, a multi vitamin, an antacid, deodorant and a small box of tampons but no birth control pills, no contraceptives of any kind and no condoms. Madelyn closed the cabinet, squirted a dab of toothpaste on her index finger and proceeded to "brush." She rinsed, splashed some water on her face and then she thought she heard something. "Michelle, did you say something?" There was silence and then Michelle's small voice. "Mad...Maddie?" "Yes, honey, what is it? Are you all right?" Madelyn's voice was full of motherly concern. "Maddie, would you mind bringing me a glass of water, please?" "Sure, honey." Madelyn turned off the bathroom light and stepped into the kitchen, got the glass of water and padded back to the bedroom. Michelle sat up and Madelyn sat down on the side of the bed. Michelle put her hands on the glass, covering Madelyn's hand and then she gulped the water like she had been lost in a desert and had just been found. Some of the water spilled around her lips and ran down her chin and onto her breasts. And that was all Madelyn could take. Madelyn tilted the glass higher forcing more water toward Michelle and more to spill from her lips. She took the glass from Michelle and dropped it to the floor while pushing Michelle to her back, going after the water on Michelle's chin and breasts with her lips and tongue as if she had been lost in a desert and had just been found. "Lay on your side. Face the wall," Madelyn hurriedly whispered. Madelyn got into bed facing Michelle's back. The desire to put Michelle on her back and dive between her long legs into her sex was maddening but she resisted. The desire to then pull Michelle's face into Madelyn's sex and work her until Madelyn could get off was also maddening but she resisted. She wanted to make whatever happened between them last as long as possible. And so she put her trembling fingertips lightly on the top on Michelle's shoulder and slowly began caressing her way down Michelle's long torso and exquisite skin. When Madelyn's fingertips came to Michelle's ass, they traced around the outside of the half globes - deliberately and maddeningly avoiding Michelle's sensitive cleft - and began to work their way back up. On the trip back up Michelle's body Madelyn mixed the light caresses of her fingertips with deep kneading of Michelle's flesh. All Michelle could do was gasp and moan. Madelyn pushed Michelle's top thigh forward with her own as she slid her body into full contact with Michelle's back. She placed a light kiss at the base of Michelle's neck where the hairline transitions and then gently placed her forehead on the spot. She felt Michelle shudder, listened to her moan, listened to her shallow, rapid breathing and luxuriated in the warm dryness of Michelle's skin firmly against hers. She moved one arm around Michelle's neck so that Michelle's head rested in the crook of Madelyn's arm and Madelyn's hand could play with Michelle's breasts and nipples. And with the other hand Madelyn placed her fingertips at the top of Michelle's cleft and slowly started to work her way toward Michelle's sex. All the while Madelyn kept kissing, licking and lightly sucking the sensitive skin around Michelle's neck and shoulders. Michelle was on sensory overload. (She later told Madelyn, as she lay in her arms in the dark, was that in her 21 years, she had only given a boy a blowjob and masturbated with an older college girl. All those encounters were rather quick, no foreplay. Both her partners simply wanted to get off and had never taken the time to explore her body - or she theirs.) ~~~~~~~~~~ Madelyn's mind and body were acting on a level she had never been at before. She always had seen sex as a sacred gift of God but between her husband, the husband of a couple Kent and Madelyn were involved with, and the two or three women she was intimate with on a regular basis, their couplings and trysts were almost always very lusty and ribald. (After losing a tennis match to a fellow real estate agent she had to eat the woman to orgasm and then allow herself to be fucked doggy style - in front of anyone who was in the locker room at the tennis club - with the handle of a badminton racket, kept just for such occasions, while begging for the fucking.) She was usually very vocal. Occasionally she was well on her way to being drunk ("Dirty Martinis") or stoned (Valium and Percocets) or both. She loved it when Kent and the other husband would be rough with her. She loved rape fantasies. She loved dominating her mousy, 20 something office assistant, Rene. (She'd made a couple of large sales by arranging what she called "pimp and whore" parties where Rene was the "principal whore" to be fucked and used as the prospective buyers desired.) She loved to talk dirty and to be called the vilest, most obscene names a lover could think of. ("Cheap Cumbag Whore" in the context of a rough scene with Kent or especially in a group was almost a guarantee to make her come.) She loved to think about rough, raw, nasty sex. She loved to write about raw sexuality more than the romantic erotica she was beginning to specialize in. And she loved to fuck and suck, to "be done," to have "her pussy and asshole worked," as fast and as hard and as long as any opportunity allowed. But in the close confines of Michelle's bedroom, her body molded to Michelle's back, her thigh covering Michelle's and her fingers tenderly exploring Michelle's wet and open sex, she felt strange. So very strange. It was almost as if the bedroom, the bed itself, was a sacred place and a sacred moment in time. And God had suspended time. They both whispered to each other feverishly. Used words to a minimum. Moans and gasps and cries as pleasures moved between and through their bodies were muted. There was little "direction" between them beyond a "please" or a "yes, that feels so good." And always their verbal communications were in a hushed whisper as if they were on the high altar in a cathedral. ~~~~~~~~~~ Madelyn woke up in Michelle's bed alone. There was a note on the pillow. "Dear Maddie, "If you wake before I get back from my morning run, there's OJ in the fridge and I put out a couple of clean towels in case you had time to shower. "I know you said you had an early story meeting. I hope you're still in bed when I get back but I understand if you have to go. "Will we do this again?" There was clearly a hesitation in the writing of the signature - Madelyn had the same writing style when she wasn't sure what to write. Madelyn smiled and then felt a thrill run through her body as she read the signature, "Love, 'Chelle" Madelyn lay back on her pillow, still smiling, she pulled Michelle's pillow over her face and inhaled deeply. She stretched and felt the sheets and remembered the night. And then her cell phone rang. "Shit!" Madelyn stumbled out of bed and lunged at the pile of her clothing in the chair beside the bed. She came up with the ringing phone. "Hello, Madelyn Ross." "Gee Maddie, and where would we be right now at 8:00 AM?" "Uh, just getting out of the shower, Carol. Gotta get the girls over to the sitter then I'll be at the office. I said I'd be there by 8:30, anyway bitch." "Hmmmm. Really? Because Kent said you spent the night out and he was taking the girls to Pam's house...when I talked to him 15 minutes ago." Carol's tone was half angry and half accusatory but she was smiling the whole time. She loved giving Madelyn shit, especially if, as she suspected, she had caught Madelyn in some sort of sexual situation. "Oh." "You bet that sweet ass of yours, 'oh.' What are you wearing right this instant?" "A Shawnee Mission West girl's basketball jersey..." "And..." "Uh, that's it." "Oh, my GOD! Did you do your little carhop last night?!" Just then Michelle came in the bedroom, her running clothes soaked wet with sweat. Michelle pulled her midriff running top off and unhooked her sports bra. Madelyn motioned Michelle to come to her. "Maddie...Maddie...are you still there? Damn cell phones!" Madelyn laid the phone down, smiled up at Michelle and kissed the moist skin of her belly. Then she pulled the front of Michelle's shorts down and kissed and licked all the way down to the start of Michelle's sex hair. Michelle moaned, loudly. "Madelyn Ross! You answer me right this instant!" Carol shouted into the phone. Madelyn looked up at Michelle, a huge smile on her face and licked her lips. She reached for the phone. "You know Carol, something's come up. I'll be in before noon. I'll even let Irwin do whatever kinky, sadistic thing he wants with me to make up for the tardiness." Michelle bent down to Madelyn's face. Madelyn moved the phone away from her mouth. Michelle kissed her, giving Madelyn a little tongue - just enough to chase - and then Michelle sucked Madelyn's lower lip and bit it gently. "BullSHIT you slut! Irwin will NOT have you! You'll be my bitch and your first official act as my new bitch is to get that pretty little head between my legs and get me the hell off! Do you understand?!! You're going to have to give it up to me, finally! (Carol really had the hots for her new writer but Madelyn would only tease - never put out - and it drove Carol insane with lust.) Madelyn smiled, "Anything you want, Mistress. See ya," and clicked the "End" button on her phone. "Maddie! Maddie! Damn cell phones! Denise! Denise!" Carol was yelling for her assistant. Denise stood in the office door. "Yeah, boss." "Get me a cup of coffee and then get in here!" Denise smiled; she liked these early morning sessions when her boss was frustrated. She liked them very much. "Yes, ma'am." Madelyn put the phone down and stood up, drawing her fingertips up the sides of Michelle's sweat slick torso and into her underarms. "Morning." Madelyn returned her first kiss of the morning in the same teasing manner. "I've got to hit the shower." "Ummm," Madelyn replied and she was pulling down Michelle's shorts, "not yet. You know the thing I have for sweat." "Yeah. Lick me?" Madelyn put her nose into one of Michelle's underarms, breathed deeply and ran her tongue along the edge of her arm. Michelle was gasping. "What do you think?"