Jack stood in his soul space, holding a crying Madison, thoroughly confused. She'd never touched him before or ever wanted to be touched. Yet now, she was hugging him, but crying while doing it which didn't make any sense. She had seed excited, desperate even, for the soul bond when he told her about it in the simulation. So why was she crying?
Madison's crying eventually subsided. She squeezed him tight for a second, then stepped back and looked up at him. Her eyes were red, but she looked happy.
She chuckled, then said, "Sorry, you must be really confused right now."
He nodded. "Yeah, you could say that."
She looked around, spotted the wood chair, then said, "Let's sit, and I'll try to explain."
She put her right hand on his hip and her left on his chest and gently turned him then pushed him towards the chair, keeping her hands on his hips the whole way there, then she turned him again and gently pushed him down on the chair, before climbing into his lap, straddling him.
None of her actions were the least bit erotic, but sothing about the way she touched him had him rock hard before he even reached the chair. It happened so fast that he didn't have ti to adjust himself, so his hardness had extended down one pant leg. When she straddled his lap, she was putting her weight on it in a way that was more painful than pleasurable. Seeing him wince, she look down at his lap, then half-stood and looked down.
"Oh. You poor baby," she said. "Here, let help you fix that."
She moved back a bit, then reached out with her right hand and pulled up his shirt. Then, with her left hand, grabbed the waistband of his boxers and jeans and pulled them away from his body before shoving her right hand down his boxers. She fished around for a second before getting a grip on his manhood. Then, gently, she rearranged him until he was pointing straight up.
The mont she grabbed his waistband, he froze in shock. And when he felt her warm fingers wrap around his hardness, he felt a flood of pleasure wash through him. It was only the shock of it all that prevented him from pumping a load into her palm.
After rearranging him, she said, "There. Better?"
He nodded mutely, his brain still locked up.
She slid forward again and snuggled into him, pressing her face into his neck. As she did, she breathed in deeply through her nose, then let out a long sigh.
"I've longed for this ever since I first t you," she said.
With all the unexpected stimuli and unprecedented behavior from Madison, his brain finally just threw up its hands and rebooted into ergency recovery mode.
"Longed for what?" he croaked out. The soul bond? Sitting in his lap? Getting her hands on his...
"Everything? It's hard to explain," she replied, interrupting his thoughts.
"Start at the beginning?"
"Hmm, that's not a bad idea."
She was still nuzzled into his neck and her warm breath on his skin was doing things to him he didn't fully understand. He really hoped she said sothing that would make all this make sense.
"Um, I want to say it started the day you saved from those bullies, but really it started before that, when my parents died. Or not exactly when they died, but later when I moved in with my aunt and uncle. They made it clear, not in words so much as in the way they treated , that the only reason they let live with them was because they would look bad if they didn't. It was clear they resented ."
"So, by the ti we t, I was convinced that no one in the world cared about . Then you ca along and stood up for to those three troglodytes. And more than that, you helped salvage my science project and showed interest in , in my interests. I fell in love with you that day and vowed that I would never lose you."
What? She had never given him any sign that she was so much as interested in him, let along in love with him. Why was she always so no-touchy if she was in love with him?
"Sorry, I'm not explaining this very well. I can tell you're still confused."
He nodded.
"What's confusing?" she asked.
"Everything? You've been all no-touchy ever since we first t, and now you're very much the opposite. You say you love , but you never gave any indication that you were interested in that way. What happened?"
"Ah, yes. I can see how that might be confusing. It's the soul bond. It allowed to let go of my fears."
He still didn't understand. "What fears?" he asked.
"Fear of losing you. Fear of others stealing you from ."
"That doesn't explain anything! What does that have to do with hiding your feelings and being all no-touchy."
"Oh. Umm...So I saw the way my cousins were always dumping their girlfriends as soon as they put out, and I didn't want the sa to happen to us."
"I'm not-" He started to object.
"I know, I know," she interrupted. "I didn't say it was rational. It definitely wasn't, but I just couldn't take any chances. My fear was too great. I could never think rationally when it ca to you."
"Okay, what about the baggy clothes?"
"The sa. If you couldn't see my body, then you wouldn't lust after , and try and get in my pants. And if you didn't have sex with , then you wouldn't leave . Again, I'm not saying you're that kind of guy. My fears were admittedly irrational. Even knowing my fears were irrational, I couldn't bring myself to let go of them."
"So, how did the soul bond change any of this?"
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