Some talking should pass the time

“In the meantime, I think it’d be best for both of us to get our minds off what happened in the toolshed… and what is still in the toolshed.” Madison started.

“That clear, huh?” You ask.

“I was hoping I’d be able to, you know, insult your tiny dick. That was until I accidentally bumped into it and saw how wrong I’d be.”

“I think we’re going the wrong direction if we want to forget all that.” You remind her the point of the conversation.

“Yeah….” She pauses awfully long. You don’t talk either, creating an incredibly awkward silence. “Know what? Maybe I just shouldn’t have said that. It only really drew more attention back to it.”

“Probably. Neither of us are making it particularly easy to forget.”

“Well… for both our sakes, let’s try to.” She tries to ease the mental pressure.

“Don’t think I’m not trying. You think I wanna get hard every time I’m getting harassed by you? Not being able to unsee this? I’d like to keep some of my dignity.”

“Heh. Yeah….” She sounds guilty. Not only that, but apologetic? Maybe repentant? You’re unsure. “Well, remember. I said I’d call the cheer squad off you for a while.” She says.

“That’s right. Even still, it’s only a matter of time before they’re back at it. That’s if you hold up your end.”

“Trust me.” She lifts an arm from her chest, the other still over her pussy, and rests it on your shoulder. “By the end of this, I’ll owe you a whole lot more than that and some money.”

“Yeah, I’ll let you figure that out while I—” suddenly a beach ball hits Madison in the head. She falls into you, her arm still on your shoulder. She slams into you and suddenly everything comes back to reality. You hadn’t even noticed you’d forgotten(which was kinda he point).

“Ugh.” She pulls her chest off yours. “Sorry.” She slides her hair back. “That didn’t help anything.”

**WHISTLE**

You both jolt at the sound. You look at each other and run in the group of people.