Recovery

Continued from Worship

Life was tough that summer, returning home to my parents, having briefly been the happiest I could ever remember serving Nula. 

I got into a little bit of a rut.  

I had a job working for a friend of the family as a decorators assistant.  It was not the best work, but I could put in some depressing music and just paint away, or sweep up or whatever I was made to do.  Radiohead was my go to choice - the really depressing songs as well.  I must have listened to “creep” a thousand times that summer.  

I often cried, I have no shame now in saying that.  A couple of times my boss would come in and see my eyes all puffy and passed it off on the paint fumes or something.  

Little did he know the truth, but i think he thought of me as a bit of a wimp.

I got back to uni and everything reminded me of Nula - the spot in the SU where we sat that night, the wall she pinned me up against, the halls I passed everyday to the lecture theatres.  If it wasn’t for one single person I probably would have quit, or worse.  Thank you Maddie, oh bless you. 

That girl did more for me than I will ever admit to her (although I think she knew what she was doing).  Yes she was a right bitch at times, but she was *my* bitch if that makes sense.  Not in the ownership sort of way, she was my rock, my puncture repair kit when I most needed someone.

When I was down she would always be there. Not when I wanted her to be, no.  When i *needed* her to be there.  

I remember one Friday evening early in term especially.  The nokia 3310’s were pinging with messages about where to go that night but I wasn’t in the mood, besides the weather was shocking for early October - freezing cold and raining.  

With tunes like Radiohead’s “talk show host” epitomising my deep self wallowing, I turned the phone on silent at about 10 having ignored it all evening and sat back in my ground floor halls of residence preparing for a night of god knows what. A bottle of gin, half drained already.

Bang, bang, bang. I remember sitting upright wondering what the hell was going on.  Was someone trying to break down the window?

“Mally, open the fucking door right now!” I heard Maddie shout. “It is fucking cold out here and this dress is way to short it turns out!  Plus I am soaked out here!”

I jumped up and ran out of my room and opened the door.  Maddie was soaked alright, and shivering.  Dripping on the floor she looked at me.

“Thanks, but next time just answer your fucking phone!”  Maddie said in a slightly peeved tone.  “I’ve been worried sick!”

“What?” I stammered.  “What do you mean?”

“You haven’t responded all evening,” she said, slapping me hard on the arm.  “Some of us care about you enough to check in, you know!”

She shoved a bottle of wine into my hands and marched off to my room and by the time I got in she had grabbed a towel off my bathroom door and held it up to me.

“Clean?  I know you dorm guys a filthy fuckers.  When was this last washed?”

“Wednesday night, I wash it every week, Maddie.” I said defensively.  “I’m not most dorm guys either.”

With a shrug she started to dry her hair off whilst looking around.  “That’s true, dorm guys don’t wallow in their own self pity after being dumped by some hussy.  They are out there trying to get in girl’s panties, MY panites!”

“But nooooo, you have to be all sad and broken, so instead of being at the club trying to find cock, here I am checking on my best friend!”

“Best?” I said, shocked.  “I’m your best friend?  You came to check on me?”

“Oh don’t be like that, you know I’ve grown ….. Fond of you for want of a better word.” She sighed and didn't even need to look at me to see my expression.  “When you have a puppy it's hard not to like them. And please, turn this depressed shit off!” 

I was almost crying I think, tears of what were sheer emotions flooded me - happiness, sadness, I’m still not sure what the feelings were exactly but Maddies gesture was incredibly moving to me.

“Oh shut up and don’t start crying you little sissy girl.” Maddie joked.  “Just open that wine and get two glasses, your therapy session is starting now and I’m breaking you out of this funk.  TONIGHT!”  

Now I have racked my brain, hours and hours and I am pretty sure this is the first time I was called a sissy girl by someone.  In this case it was a sort of insult, not that Maddie meant it to be anything but a friendly jibe.  

I opened the wine and grabbed two clean glasses.  By the time I got back to the room Maddie had stripped out of her wet dress and borrowed one of my T shirts.  Damn she looked good in it, Her pert breasts visible and as she sat cross legged on my bed I could see her black lace panties.  She was wearing one of her best sets, she had meant business that evening but had given it up for me.  I was honoured by her sacrifice.

Maddie and I talked a lot, I shared a lot about what happened, probably too much.   Maddie listened, quizzed, probed when she felt it was needed (especially about Nula’s responses during our time together) and before long I was actually crying, but talking it over was helping.  It was a release I needed.  Maddie made me realise I had been punishing myself all summer over something I had NO control over.  

Thankfully I had more wine, the first bottle went far too quickly.  By the time it hit 1am Maddie and I were very tipsy.  

“Ummm, can I ask a favour Mally?” Maddie said nervously.

I shrugged.

“I don’t wanna walk home, not in this weather.” she motioned outside. It was miserable out there.  “Let me share your bed, just tonight?”

I looked at her and smiled. “Maddie, it would be my pleasure.  I can sleep on the floor if you like, it’s ok.”

“No, no babe.  I wanna share with you. Consider it part of the care package.” she grinned.

“Thank you Maddie, for everything tonight.  I don’t know how I can repay you for what you have done tonight, but thanks.” 

There was a pause that fell on the room, I could tell from her face she was weighing something up.  

“What?” I asked.  

“Umm, well….” it was her turn to blush.  I could tell she was very tipsy now.  

“When Nula said you were the best she had……” Maddie grinned and hitched up my t-shirt covering her to reveal her panites.  I could see the arousal now, and it was like seeing it unleashed my other senses.  The air became thick with her scent and much like with Nula it flooded my senses once more.

She laid back  and spread her legs. “I wanna know Mally, i wanna feel what she felt.  Will you worship my pussy like you did her?  Guys just usually fuck me and be done, I wanna know what its like to be adored.”

Well, again I found myself in the position of a gorgeous woman asking me to do something I was never going to say no to.  With a grin on my face I lent over and kissed one of her feet, remembering back to that fateful night before summer.  

“It would be my pleasure Ma’am,” I said.  Maddie sighed and relaxed back on to my pillows as I softly worked my way up her legs, towards her more than ready sex.

By the time Maddie let me finish worshipping her it was nearly 3 am and Maddie simply fell asleep totally content on my bed, legs spread and covered in her own juices.  I lost count of her orgasms, and I reckon she did as well. 

I received nothing in return, I should have been aggrieved but I absolutely loved the feeling of being denied.  I thought about slipping off to the bathroom to tug one off but decided against it.  Switching off the lights I snuggled up on the end of the bed, smiling and feeling good about myself for the first time in months.

The next morning I stirred first, and wondered for a moment if it was all a dream.  My head was banging slightly from the (cheap) wine and it took me a moment to clear my vision as the morning light crept round the curtains.  There was Maddie, a vision of serenity sleeping in my bed.  She had covered herself up in the night, probably from the chill but it was like she was smiling in her sleep, one leg hanging out from under the sheet relieving her long slender legs.

I crept off the bed and went to the shared kitchen to make coffee.  When I returned Maddie stirred, rolling over and opening her eyes slowly.

“Morning,” She said groggily.  I put the coffee down on the bedside table and perched on the bed.

“Morning,” I said nervously.  I had never woken up to a girl in my bed.  They always had left before now.  I didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t do that Mally, just don’t.” she said, rubbing her eyes a bit and sitting up. 

“Umm, do what?” I asked genuinely confused.  

“Be weird.”  Maddie said matter of factly sipping her coffee.  She thought through her next words before continuing.

“You ate my pussy, for like two hours.  And it was amazing, let me tell you.  But it doesn’t mean we have to be weird now.”

“Carry on like nothing happened?” I asked, I wasn’t sure that could happen.

Maddie snorted, almost spilling her coffee. “Oh no, we are well past that now.  No way I am ignoring what you did to me last night.  You, my friend, have been promoted.  From friend, to a friend with benefits.  It's a pretty exclusive club in the Maddy world.” She lent forward and punched me softly on the arm.  “Go you, who would have thought it!”

 “Friends with benefits?” I ask ignorantly.

“Yeah, you see you get the pleasure of eating my pussy out whenever I want!  That was pretty fucking amazing last night, never has anyone gone down on me that well, and for so long.  As I said, exclusive club!”

I chuckled, it sounded rather one sided at first glance. 

“Err, ok.  So you get…. That…. Whenever you want.  I get?” I left the question open.

“What do you mean Mally, you are looking at it wrong  You get the pleasure of eating my pussy whenever I want.  Don’t you see, it’s you who is getting something.  I’m doing you a service really - it’s a beautiful pussy after all, isn’t it.”

“Ummm, yeah, it’s great.” I said, unsure how anyone would answer that.  “Not sure that's exactly fair.  I mean, I have needs you know……  sexual needs.”

Maddie snorted again, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Nothing a baby sock or a tissue can’t solve.” she said, before realising that maybe went too far.  

“Sorry Mally, that was too mean.  Look, you are never going to be allowed to fuck me, lets be clear.  If i want to be fucked, I’ve got other friends with benefits who have the right... Apparatus… to do it right.” She looked down at my underpants and the tiny tent hidden within.  I covered it up and blushed red, the humiliation had only made ‘things’ harder.

“Exactly my point. Now I am open to some other deal here, but the only part of you going near my pussy is that talented mouth of yours.  Got it?”

My arousal had been building all night since Maddie first came in and stripped off and it was near boiling point.  I glanced down at her feet, her bright pink nailed feet and my eyes must have lingered just a little too long.  Maddie noticed.

“Oh, of course,” she mused. “You liked her feet so much, didn’t you.”

Moving her foot from the bed and onto my laps she pressed it up against my tiny erection, giggling as she went.  I was frozen transfixed by those toes as the moved in and pressed against my erection.

It didn’t take much, the feeling of her foot rubbing up and down my straining erection was divine and a few seconds later I grunted and came hard inside my boxers.  Maddie giggled, as she continued to rub until my thing became soft again.

“There, now you owe me.” She said putting her coffee down and pulling back the sheets.  Come clean up the mess you made down here, I wanna get to the gym and can’t go like this.

Maddie used my services twice more that morning, before borrowing some tracksuit bottoms of mine and heading off.

That was the start of my recovery.  

Maddie would come round unannounced and demand what can only be called servicing.  Sometimes after lectures, sometimes after being out till 2 am on the odd times she ‘struck out’.  It didn’t matter to her and to be honest didn’t matter to me.

I remember with pleasure those lazy Sunday afternoons together, both sat in my room, or her’s, books open in study only for her to nudge me with a foot and a glint in her eye.

“Time to scratch that itch babe,” She would say grinning, usually spreading her legs. Maddie wasn’t shy about anything.

Sometimes she would rub me off with her foot like that first morning, sometimes I was made to masturbate onto her stockings or naked feet and lick them clean after.  She had a special pair of ankle high stockings she used to put on that teased me no end - oh the amount of times i was made to cum on them and lick them clean….

Some times I got no “reward”, that was the origin i think of my need to be denied. I distinctly remember the times that i would get nothing, she would taunt me about it.

“Better not let me catch you jerking that little thing off as soon as i am gone.” She would say. Thank goodness i had no idea about male chastity back then, or should that be its such a shame?

I got used to eating my own cum however, something I still do to this day (apart from a period in my life which we will get into that I call “the vanilla pudding years”).

Maddie would turn up no matter what, she even used to come round the day after one night stands and have me worship her pussy whilst telling me all about her date. Those were the really hot sessions!

Maddie and I would drift apart after uni eventually, she ended up marrying and having kids whilst my path went a very different way.  

I am still friend with her on facebook, and i will always be thankful to her during that period of my life (although she got a lot out of it as well lol).

Kisses

Alice

xxx

Continued in A short interlude…