You don't get a chance

Madison grinds against your crotch while you build up the courage to make a move.

Before you can get the metaphorical balls, you feel her hand reach for your literal balls.

"John? Will you fuck me?" She asks, almost desperately.

"I don't think we should. Don't get me wrong, I... I really do want to. But I don't want to do something you'll regret tomorrow. I want it to be special." You grab her wrist gently.

"This isn't something I'm just thinking of" she says breathily. "I've wanted you to do this to me for a while."

"You- have?" you ask confused. "I've wanted you for a while too..." you admit.

She turns to look at you. "You want me? She asks with a smile and a tear in her eye."

"Madison, I'm not gonna fuck you tonight..."

Her face drops and her beautiful smile vanishes. You cup her cheek in your hand, bringing her eyes back up to yours. "If what you're saying is true, if you really have thought about this, I want to make love to you."

She leaps at you, pressing her lips against yours. Her eyes well up with tears, but you know these are tears of joy. Finally, she breaks away from you and slaps you across the face. "Don't ever play with my heart like that John. I thought I had messed up our friendship forever you jerk" she smiles.

You lean forward and kiss her again, your lips tingling and your mind on fire. You're finally kissing her! You could die right now and be the happiest man on earth. You fumble around her nightstand to find a condom.

"D-dont." she whispers. "I want to feel you."