There’s a slight hiccup.

Wordlessly you hook a finger through one of her jeans belt-loops, and with practically no effort they slip down to bunch up at her knees.

With the tiny portion of her grey thong that was hidden from view now revealed, you see the crotch of her panties are absolutely drenched with excitement.

You trace a hand up one of her muscular thighs and with a few fingers, slip into the waistband of her thong and begin tugging them down.

You get them low enough to see the beginnings of a thin, rust coloured landing strip of hair before Maddie gently grabs your wrist. “Woah there, we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves”

You flash her your best innocent smile, “oh come on, I’m following the rules.” She grins back, licking her lips slightly “i know, i trust you, it’s just-“ she stands suddenly, letting her jeans fall to her ankles and using a foot to fling them away “- i thought we’d start with something a bit more traditional.”

Now standing before you nearly naked, you see her grab a throw pillow from the other bench and place it on the ground in front of you.

It’s only when she’s on her knees and beginning to shimmy your pants down that you’re hit with the nagging feeling you’re forgetting something important.

Your pants, like Maddies end up flung into a corner.

With her hands she caresses your inner thighs, almost massaging them, and begins to plant a playful trail of kisses up your leg, towards your boxers.

Whatever you’re forgetting couldn’t possibly be more important than this.

You close your eyes, enjoying Maddies Tender foreplay, and you can feel her hands slide up your boxers, her fingers just slightly curling into your waistband.

It feels as if whatever you’re forgetting might be important in this exact scenario.

Maddies fingers rest there for a time, as you feel her kisses move upwards to your belly, and then slowly downwards, getting ever closer to your engorged crotch as she slowly slides your boxers down to reveal more skin to smooch.

Maybe what you’re forgetting has something to do with the pair of torn panties, caked in dried cum and currently wrapped around your cock.

Oops.

Suddenly you’re thrown out of the moment, and you quickly grab at your waistband, halting Maddie before she can reveal the hours old mess you’ve made.

She gives you a look of sincere confusion, and then concern as she seems to spot the terror on your face, “are you alright dude? I-“ something flashes in her eyes, like a mixture of realization and guilt “-oh…”

It’s your turn to be confused as she looks apologetic, and her usually harsh and boisterous voice comes out softer than you’ve ever heard it, practically soothing. “Hey man, if you don’t want to do this, that’s super okay.”

“Oh! Nonono” you quickly speak to clear the confusion, “no i just- i have to go to the bathroom real quick.”

At hearing that Maddie looks to be relived, and shortly after instantly back in the mood, as if a light switch were flicked. “Whew, well…” her eyes are once again filled with lust, and her fingers tighten, gaining a firm hold of your underwear, “this nights all about you Arthur, you can just fuck me on the toilet, or I could eat your ass while you piss… or maybe we just stay here, and you can let it all out down my dirty fucking throat!”

Seemingly for emphasis, she ends her sentence by ripping down your boxers with a swish.

There’s a pause, filled only with deafening silence as you both behold the ruined pink panties, the thick white cum on them still only partially dried.

The silence only grows longer as your every muscle tenses up, waiting for some outcry of disgust, or perhaps an uproar of cruel laughter.

You watch as with two fingers Maddie untangles the panties from your crotch, holding them up with an unreadable expression.

You’ve just decided that the silence is worse than any verbal humiliation, when you hear an uncharacteristically girlish giggle.

Your head whips around to the hall leading to the RVs bedroom, expecting to see either Eileen or Emily, more witnesses to your stupidity, when you realize the giggle came from Maddie.

One of her hands is still clutching the panties as she uses the other to stifle a fit of laughter.

You can only sigh, “yeah yeah, as if you’ve never seen a pervert before.” Maddie slowly regains her composer, and wipes some tears from her eyes. “Fuck, oh man- I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

You’re equally relieved and surprised to hear how good natured her tone is, and as she continues jokingly, you feel your embarrassment slowly slip away.

“I can’t believe you bought me a present! It’s not even our first date!” She laughs again “oh man. I’m sorry but I gotta ask, who’s were these? There’s no way Samantha fit into these things.” You watch as she handles the ruined cum soak pair like a forensic scientist, squinting and sizing them up.

“Actually-“ you begin, “believe if or not she did, that’s wh- well, partially why they snapped.”

Maddie smiles and nods her head approvingly “damn, nice dude. Careful that bitch doesn’t break your pelvis on the honeymoon. But-“ she pauses “-i swear I recognize these.”

She mutters under her breath “maybe Emily used to have a pair like this?…” as you begin to elaborate.

“Well, i think they really belong to my other roommate, Samantha must’ve borrowed them by accident.” At your words a look of sudden realization strikes Maddies features, and her perpetually amused expression turn into a wide giddy smile “oh my god, wait. A friend of Samanthas?” You nod and she continues, “is her name Mary?”

Any surprise you may have felt at hearing Maddie and Mary know each other is well overshadowed by the weirdness of this situation, so you shrug and simply reply “yup.”

Maddie practically cackles with glee at that, “holy shit, you’re roommates with my cousin!”

“Huh” you’re not exactly interested in talking about her family history, on account of being half naked, but she continues on “we grew up together for a little bit, but i ran away on account of the… y’know-“ she mimes the symbol of a cross and whistles.

“Anyways, I’m gonna get this fucking framed dude. Or- ooh, maybe cast in resin!”

She sounds concerningly serious about that, and you watch as she begins to handle the panties like a priceless piece of art, placing them on a plate, and putting them into the tiny Freezer across the RV.

Done preserving her prize, she cheerfully rubs her hands together, and once more you feel like the centre of her world as she looks at you. “Now, with that distraction out of the way-“