The elephant in the room

You notice Madison eyeing you a couple times when the road isn’t her priority. You take into account that your hand is now resting only on your thigh, your semi-solid cock sitting uncovered. You’d consider moving to hide it again, but neither is it a thing she hasn’t seen on prior occasion nor would you dare let her hold your shyness over your head the next couple weeks. That had you thinking though. Is that something she’d risk spilling to her cheer team, and more importantly, is she still the Madison who’d definitely take every chance she got to make you a laughing stock? You’ve been dealing with two different Madisons this month. The gang leader and the meek high schooler. In a roundabout way, you were brought back to the question, you’d been asking yourself when she first approached you at the pool, of whether it was a reflection of her company.

“Ahem. I’m flattered, but it’s a little distracting that your eyes haven’t moved in a whole minute.” The redhead breaks the silence. You blink twice and find yourself greeted with the surprisingly still open view of her round breasts and pink nipples.

“Yeah. Sorry. I was… lost in thought.” You apologize. You subconsciously shift your arm closer to your privacy while you glance out the window, coming up on the neighborhoods.

“Hmm. Are you a deep thinker?” You are astounded by the lack of arrogance and insult to the question.

“What now?” You ask, unsure that she’d really meant that as a normal, pass the time question. You turn right back to facing her, careful of your eyes, although she hasn’t done anything to help.

“You’re just so… chill.” She moves on from the intriguing question.

“I’m never exactly bouncing off walls.”

“I meant for your predicament. You’re sitting here, in my car naked. Hell, I’m naked!” You do your best to keep eye contact as her hand waves down her body. You had noticed her shivering from time to time, despite the weather today. You remember having the adrenaline jitters, still often having them when victimized by her gang. It was something you’ve begun to outgrow.

“I… don’t know. Sure, you’ve seen me in worse places. I’m no stranger to being stuck without so much as my shoes. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but my heart’s beating outside my chest. I’m not exactly comfortable.”

“Comfortable?”

“I’m not going to spell out the tension here.” You subtly gesture to her uncovered breasts with your elbow, without speaking. She still neglects the idea of cover.

“I don’t mean to—” Madison falters her sentence, rethinking her approach. “Hopefully, it won’t last long. We’re close to my neighborhood.” She changes the subject.

“How close?”

“Only a couple of minutes; from there, some turns.” She says with an ounce of haste in her voice, her eyes still on the road.