Virgin Sacrifice

Virgin Sacrifice

Madison flopped back on the bed. "Okay," she said. "I still don't get it."

Matt looked up and was glad there was a textbook covering his lap. The girl lying on his bed was probably the most painfully attractive he'd ever been this close to. The tight jeans wrapped around her long, firm legs and her sweater seemed uncomfortably tight over her breasts. Either that or she was deliberately thrusting her chest out as she lay there, which he dismissed as a figment of his imagination. Trying to focus on her face was no help, she had full pink lips and wide baby-blue eyes. Her long, honey hair spread across his pillow like she was posing for a pin-up photo.

But she wasn't his girlfriend. Nothing close. She was just a friend who needed help with her math, so he looked down at the calculus problem instead.

"This is a pretty simple. You just have to go through it in steps. Which is actually how calculus works"

"That's easy for you to say," Madison responded. "I never liked math. I scraped through the last time I had to learn this and I thought it was behind me. Then suddenly it jumps out at me like a serial killer from the bushes and I've got to pass this class."

Matt entertained the idea of a piece of Leibnitz notation in a hocky mask chasing co-eds around the college campus. He grinned.

"Okay, well, let's say you're running away from Michael Vorhees. You run for ten minutes. How far do you travel? Assuming he doesn't catch you."

Madison sat up and frowned. "I don't know. Distance is speed multiplied by time right?"

"Right. But... you're not going be running at the same speed for ten minutes. You're going to start out at as fast as you can go, then slow down to a jog, then maybe a walk, and then speed up again when Jason Meyers appears out of nowhere behind you."

Madison combed her hand through her hair. "I'm blonde, I figure I've got a shot. Where's this going?"

"Your speed isn't constant for the whole ten minutes, but let's imagine it's the same for every minute. You take the speed and time for each of those minutes, calculate each distance individually, and then you add them all up. That gives you the distance you've run before you reach the cops and your hunky boyfriend. That's calculus."

"That's..." Madison started to smile. "That actually kinda makes sense."

"That's the just the basics," Matt said. "The actual problem needs us to use that theory to solve the area under this curve."

Madison dropped her feet onto the floor. "I feel like half the problem is you're over there and the book's upside down. Come here."

"Umm..." Matt said.

"Come on."

He sat next to her on the bed. She leaned over his shoulder to see the pages as they talked through the problem. Her smile was dazzling, her breath tickled his neck and her body pressed gently against his side. He found himself wishing the problem was harder so it would take more of his mind. His mouth could almost explain the math on automatic while the rest of his brain drank in the feeling of Madison being so close. All he'd have to do was turn his head to kiss her and find out if her body was as soft as it seemed.

The thought of the kiss jarred into images of her either gently and politely explaining she wasn't interested or shoving him away and storming out complaining that she couldn't even ask a guy for math help without him coming onto her.

"And done, thank god," Madison said.

"Only two more to go."

"Okay, but I need five minutes before the next one." She waved at the keyboard precariously balanced in the corner of the room. "Didn't you say playing that helps you relax?"

"Yeah," Matt said. "It clears my head."

"Play me something."

It was tempting. A few minutes of space, even just across a room, could get his head back together to help Madison through the rest of her assignment. There was a lot of blood not flowing to his brain and he prayed she hadn't noticed.

"Do you think you'll like Chopin?" he suggested.

She snorted. "You're from Long Island, right?"

"Yeah."

"Don't tell me you don't know some Billy Joel."

Matt sighed. "I blame Olivia Rodrigo for this."

He flipped the keyboard back on. He'd been playing to pass the time she arrived, giving him something else to think about than fantasies that had nothing to do with them doing math together. He fell back into the rhythm easy enough, playing Vienna and humming the words because he wasn't going to embarrass himself by trying to sing.

His mind emptied, thinking only about the keys and the notes filling the room. The tension bled out of him. His heartrate slowed to match the gentle tune and his breathing evened out. His skin and nerves were still tingling, but that felt like a long way away.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, smiling with easy happiness. He was still smiling when he finished and turned back to Madison. She was smiling too, staring at him with an expression he couldn't interpret.

"That was really pretty," she said.

"Thanks."

She gave her hair another comb with her fingers. "You know what you said earlier, about running away from the serial killer? I don't actually have a hunky boyfriend. Or a boyfriend at all."

"Oh," he said. "Okay."

"Are you dating anybody?"

He shook his head dismissively. "No."

She held his gaze for a few more seconds and then shrugged. "Okay, so Problem Number Two."

The next two problems went quicker, Madison's understanding of the subject growing. She was almost relaxed by the time they finished the last one.

"Don't think you're off the hook yet," she said. "I might forget all this over Christmas."

"You won't," he said. "You're smarter than that."

"Walk me out?" she asked, grabbing her coat.

"Okay."

The two minutes to the door of the dorm went in silence. Matt kept wanting to say something but his mind - usually capable of solving physics problems in his sleep - couldn't manage to string two words together. It was probably safer that way. Better say nothing than something stupid.

"Are you still coming to the party tomorrow?"

"Yeah. If you're sure you want me there."

"Of course I do. I wouldn't have asked otherwise."

"I've never been to a sorority party before. I won't know anybody."

"You'll know me," Madison said. "And Ariana."

Ariana was the sophomore physics student pledged to Madison's sorority who'd suggested that Matt could help her future sister with her calculus problems. While they knew each other from class, Matt still wasn't sure exactly why she'd suggested him. A month later, it seemed strange to ask.

"That's better than some of the parties I've been to, I guess."

Madison gave him a smile brighter than the moon shining down on the doorway. "You'll have a great time. Trust me."

***

The Phi Sigma Tau sorority house's façade was designed to look like a temple to Athena. The goddess of wisdom stood guard over the door with her shield supposedly protecting the sisters who lived there. Madison gave her the traditional salute as she walked through the door and headed for the main lounge.

Jessica, one of the senior sisters, was doing some last-minute Christmas shopping from her cell phone when Madison sat down next to her.

"How was math class?" Jess asked.

"Really helpful, actually."

"And your tutor?"

Madison slumped against the couch. "Is it weird that watching him explain calculus makes me horny?"

"Uh... a little bit, yeah."

"And then he played something for me. I couldn't take my eyes of his hands, Jess."

Jess shook her head. "I dated a guitarist, Mads. The pads of his fingers were all rough."

"Matt plays piano. His are soft, smooth and so nimble."

"And..."

Madison frowned. "And nothing. He kept his hands to himself. I was pressed right up against him and he didn't look up from the equations."

"First guy your double-D equations didn't work on?"

"Oh, they worked. The book didn't cover his lap like he hoped he would. He was one head-turn away from making out with me. But he didn't."

"And you're telling me that you'd have stopped at a make-out?"

Madison shrugged, trying her best to look innocent. "Yeah. Probably."

"Then it's probably for the best he kept his hands on the piano... given what we've got planned for him tomorrow night."

***

"How was your date?" Nick repeated the same joke question he'd made three weeks in a row.

"It wasn't a date," Matt corrected, for the third week in a row. "She just needs help with her math."

"Half the guys in this dorm would kill to tutor a girl like Madison."

"Then they should study harder."

Nick sighed. "Come on, dude. She's getting two hours of calculus. What are you getting?"

"I'm helping a friend."

"Wow. First guy who ever friendzoned himself. You're never going to get laid, Matt."

Matt sighed. "And I thought I was here to learn physics."

"At least you're resigned to your fate," Nick said. "Although... she didn't invite you to the Phi's Christmas party, did she?"

"Actually, she did," Matt said.

"And you're going?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

Nick glanced around and dropped his voice. "You know what they say about the girls at that house?"

"I'm not sure I want to."

"They say that every year at their Solstice Party... the Phi Sigma Tau girls sacrifice a virgin."

Matt stared at him, waiting for the punchline. Nick just stared back until Matt let out a snort of amusement.

"That's bullshit."

"It's true, I swear," Nick responded.

"Even if you're not making this up, you're still repeating a college myth. Therefore also bullshit."

"I tried to warn you," Nick said. "Just remember that when they bring out the robes and the knives."

***

Matt did feel nervous coming up to the sorority house that night, but not because he was frightened of druidic solstice rituals. It was just ordinary anxiety at spending the evening surrounded by strangers and trying to figure out how to survive so much proximity to Madison.

Just as unnerving were the two truck-sized men in overcoats watching the door. The sisters took their invitation-only parties very seriously. He tried to sound confident walking up to them, giving his name and then Madison's. It was almost a surprise when they let him through; he kept expecting one of them to put him in a headlock and throw him back into the parking lot.

Inside, it was dim and loud. The music kept the conversations inaudible unless you were standing within a foot of someone else. The main lounge had been broken up by fake Christmas trees almost bare of decorations, creating an indoor grove. It looked more like a place named by German runes than Greek letters.

He paused under a small arch, trying to see any sign of Madison when an athletic, dark-haired girl appeared from behind a tree and threw her arms around him. Frozen in surprise she kissed him hard on the cheek, leaving a smudge of lipstick.

"Hey! You're Matt, right?"

"Umm... yes."

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. But... mistletoe. It's the rules."

She pointed up at the artificial sprig hanging above them. Matt edged a few inches to his right.

"I'm Jess," the girl said. "Mads hasn't come down yet, but Ari is here."

"You seem to know a lot about me," Matt said.

"You want to be everyone's big sister, you've got to remember this shit. Not that it's hard. Madison's told me. You want a beer?"

Matt didn't bother pointing out he wasn't quite 20 yet. Instead he said, "Do you have any eggnog?"

"Absolutely. Right this way."

***

Madison helped finish the preparations upstairs before she'd showered and got ready for the party. The nerves hit as she was slipping her dress on. There was no rule, but she wanted everything to be perfect. This manifested in vacillating about her earring choice and being extra careful with her makeup.

"There you are," Jess said when she arrived on the first floor.

"Sorry. Is Matt here yet?"

"Yeah. He's with Ari and Steph."

"Is he okay?"

"He relaxed a bit once he had some of the eggnog. I gotta say, Mads, I see what you mean. He is cute. If you've changed your mind..."

Madison looked through the crowd and finally saw Matt. He hadn't noticed her yet. He was talking to two girls and a guy about something that needed a lot of arm movement to make his point. He looked happy and relaxed, more than he'd ever done when he wasn't playing the piano. Her anxiety burned away in the heat of a specific hunger. She grinned.

"Sorry, Jess. Tonight, Matt's mine, and I'm going to eat him right up."

***

There was probably a lot more alcohol in the eggnog than Matt had thought. Two large cups in and he didn't mind. The world felt warm and pleasantly fuzzy. Talking was, for once, extremely easy. The problem seemed to be stopping the random thoughts that usually sparked in the safety of his head from pouring out.

"You'd be surprised how many sci-fi films are about Vietnam. Aliens, Predator... umm..."

"Predator?" Steph repeated.

She was a petite girl, another pledge, hanging off her footballer boyfriend. The boyfriend, whose name Matt couldn't remember, was nodding along.

"Yeah," Matt said. "Come on. It starts with a bunch of American special forces being flown into a jungle where they encounter an enemy they don't understand who, despite their supposed superiority, rips them to pieces. They even arrive in a Huey helicopter blasting music from the sixties."

"Is there a single sci-fi film you haven't seen?" Ariana asked.

"Umm... give me a minute..."

Steph laughed. "How do you watch them? I'm starting to notice all the stuff they get wrong in medical dramas. And that's just from pre-med."

"A lot of these films have worse problems than inaccurate physics," Ariana said. "Bad acting and shit writing. The good ones are all based on books and you should just read those."

"Reading the book of 2001: A Space Odyssey is very important," Matt agreed. "It's the only way you'll find out what the fuck was going on."

Someone tugged on his sleeve. He turned to see Madison and his quick-firing brain seemed to burn out. Impressions came in fragments. Her mouth was a bold scarlet. Her eyes were soft pools. Her honey hair was piled on the back of her head except for two strands to frame her face. Her black dress had a neckline that scooped all the way down to her generous cleavage. The skirt stopped high enough to display her firm thighs and calves. Her toes seemed delicate and exposed in her strappy heels.

"Hey, Matt," she said smiling at him. "You having fun?"

"Madison," he said, finally managing to get her name out. "You... you look incredible."

Her smile softened. She must have seen the effect she'd had on him. "Thanks, Matt. You look good too."

The shock of seeing her seemed to have sobered him. His social ease had evaporated. The compliment of his button-down and slacks made him want to contract inward so no one noticed him. All he could do was stammer his thanks.

"Do you guys mind if I steal him?" Madison asked the other two girls.

"He's all yours," Ariana said.

Matt missed the look the two girls exchanged as Madison led him to a more secluded spot amongst the fake plastic pines. Then he got his second hug of the night, this one harder and more intense than the one from Jess. His skin seemed hypersensitive to every inch of contact between their bodies.

"I'm glad you came," Madison told him.

"You invited me."

"What did I interrupt?"

"Just a lot of nonsense about films."

"You watch a lot, I guess. Do you have a favourite?"

"I can never pick," Matt said. "What about you?"

He didn't want to start talking again. He was afraid he'd never stop. He hadn't learned much about Madison during their math sessions and he was desperate to know more. Maybe some indication that asking her out would have a better result than her laughing in his face.

The real Madison did laugh, her eyes shining, as she explained her favourite film was Moulin Rouge and how beautiful and funny and tragic it was. Matt admitted he'd never seen it and watched Madison light up as she described the highlights. Several of them involved songs, and Matt made a confused note on his phone to look up the music and surprise her next semester.

They got more drinks and ended up at one end of a coach. Madison was almost in his lap but she didn't seem to mind. He kept thinking he ought to give her some space but never managed. She leaned close to him as he explained that the thing that had made him fall in love with physics was the film and book of Apollo 13. All those stories of going to the moon using computers that couldn't run a modern microwave.

He made the mistake of mentioning he'd gone to a high school party as an astronaut and Madison demanded a picture as proof. He still had it on his phone and she did her best to keep her face straight as she told him how good he looked in the space suit.

"And who's that?" she asked, pointing to the blonde girl who'd done her hair in a bouffant and found a dress to match.

"That's Carly. She was my date."

"Date like your girlfriend?"

"Yeah," Matt admitted. "We went out in junior year and then split up."

"Sorry. She looks nice."

"She is," Matt said. "She's in California now. Pre-law."

"Did you have a prom date?"

"My friend Hannah. We brought each other. It was fun."

Madison went quiet for a second. Matt was trying to figure a way to change the subject when she said, "My last boyfriend... it was last year... we were going to have breakfast and he showed up half an hour late and told me he was breaking up with me. When I threatened to scream the place down if he didn't explain, he told me it was nothing personal but he was getting back with his ex."

"Oh. Wow. I'm... really sorry."

"And then I found out he was late because he'd been at her place all night. I spent a month wondering if the only reason he told me was because he'd never have been able to hide the nail marks she left in his back."

"That's..." It took all Matt's courage to lay a hand on her upper arm. "I'm really sorry he treated you that way."

"I'm over it," she said firmly. "But it did have me a bit skittish around guys for a while."

Matt removed his hand. Madison had some more of her drink. "Do you mind if I ask you kind of a personal question?"

"Okay."

"Are you a virgin, Matt?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Oh." Madison blinked. "A lot of guys wouldn't be so honest."

"I don't see the point in lying about it," he said. "And you asked."

"Yeah, I did. You're a lot more direct than most people I know."

"It's... easier," Matt said. "It's the other reason I like physics. There's a straightforward, known answer and it never changes. Same sum, same result every time."

"I'll remember that," she said. "Now, I need to go freshen up. Don't go anywhere, okay?"

She stretched out from the couch and slipped away into the crowd. Matt looked at his watch. It was nearly eleven. Left alone with nothing but his thoughts and the music, he felt the indecision twisting inside him. The only sensible course of action was to ask Madison about the nature of their relationship and do it before the holiday started. That way she could shoot him down and he'd have the whole vacation to recover.

The party was getting loud enough it was hard to think, let alone talk. He didn't want to have this conversation with Madison shouted over a room full of people and he should probably go before he had any more to drink. The last thing he needed tonight was trouble with the campus police.

He was looking around for her when Madison appeared out of the crowd. The growing noise meant she had to lean right up against him to be heard.

"You okay?"

"Actually, I was thinking of leaving. I'm sorry, but the music's starting to give me a headache."

"Oh. Well, before you go, can I show you something?"

"Alright."

She took him gently by the wrist and led him across the lounge. There was a side door hidden by a tree. They stepped through it and the sudden silence made his ears ring. The party suddenly seemed a long way away.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Upstairs," Madison said. "Follow me."

She kept hold of him, guiding them upwards. Matt had no idea what was on the floors they passed, but they kept on climbing until they ran out of steps. Then Madison found another, much narrower flight which turned in a half circle and then ended with a landing and a single, unmarked door.

"What's in there?"

"It's a surprise," she said. Some of his nervous doubt must have showed on his face, because she said, "Do you trust me?"

"I think so."

She opened the door and beckoned him inside. It was dark, lit only by some of the streetlight coming in through a small circular window. Rather than switch on a light, Madison flicked a flame over a large candle.

The orange glow spread through the room. It didn't have to go far. There wasn't much. Just a large chest of drawers against one wall and an ornate double bed in the other. The bedframe seemed to be brass but it had plenty of pillows and the white sheets were crisp and clean.

"Sit down. Make yourself comfortable."

Matt sat on the bed. It creaked a little under him. Unease was trickling its way through the alcohol fuzz in his brain.

"Is this the bit where you sew me inside a bear?" he asked.

"Huh?" Madison lit another candle and made her way towards the bed.

"Nick from my dorm. He said the girl from this sorority sacrifice virgins on the solstice."

"I wonder where he got that idea," Madison said to herself.

She settled on the bed on her knees. "Lay back," she said.

The command was gentle but firm. Matt hadn't refused her anything so far and he couldn't figure out how to do it now. He could have jumped to his feet, stormed downstairs and demanded to know what was going on. Instead, he let her push him slowly onto his back. She went with him, keeping her distance, almost touching but not quite. Her face was so close that her breath was tickling his lips. Alcohol paled in comparison to the intoxicating effect of her proximity. He was hardly aware of anything but her body hovering above him.

Not even her taking his hand, or laying his arm against the wrought brass headboard, or the cold feeling of metal on his wrist. She finally broke their gaze to glance above him as he heard a scraping kind of click.

"What?"

Matt tried to move his arm and felt the hard bite of the metal. "Madison, are those handcuffs?"

"Do you trust me?" Madison repeated.

"Not as much as I did a few minutes ago," Matt said.

Then she kissed him.

It drove any concerns about handcuffs or secret rooms out of Matt's mind. All he could feel were her ruby lips as they slid over his own. A few seconds of glorious sensation and then her tongue slipped into his mouth to taste him. He felt the shock of contact from his head to his toes and made a whimpering noise into her mouth that just made her press harder, determined to suck the breath from his body.

She finally retreated, letting him breathe again. His heart was shuddering in his chest, his nerves were sparking like lightning rods. He could feel her lipstick clinging to his mouth.

And he was now attached to the bedframe by both hands.

"Madison, you're starting to scare me a little," he said.

He didn't get an answer. Instead she bent her head to the part of his neck he'd exposed twisting around to see the cuffs. Her tongue dragged across his throat above his trembling pulse. The contact set off a volley of fireworks in Matt's nerve-endings, robbing him of his ability to breathe or do anything but gurgle with uncontainable pleasure.

"On the other hand," he panted, once he could breathe again, "there are worse ways to go."

"Nobody's going to hurt you, Matt," she whispered.

"That's... that's good." He momentarily lost his train of thought as he felt her teeth on his earlobe. "You'd need somebody else to help with your math."

"Hey." She gently but firmly took hold of his chin and turned him to look at her. "This is not me saying thanks for the tuition. This is..."

Whatever she was about to say was interrupted by a sequence of knocks on the door. It sounded like a code. Madison muttered to herself and scrambled off the bed to open the door. Matt's stomach twisted with embarrassment as Jess strolled inside.

"How's it going?" she asked cheerfully.

"Madison handcuffed me to a bed," Matt told her. He couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I can see that," Jess said. "She's also left some..." She touched her mouth indicating the lipstick marks. "Any other marks I should know about, Mads?"

"Not yet," Madison said.

Matt's heartrate suddenly increased at the thought of Madison's lips on other parts of his body. The confusing mix of embarrassment, fear and arousal was making it very hard to think.

"This is a sorority thing?"

"Some blood still getting to his brain," Jess said. "You didn't explain?"

"I was waiting for you."

Madison and Jess stood over him. He still felt exposed but the desperate fantasies his mind was conjuring threatened to blot out the much less certain reality. His skin was burning. His clothes felt too hot and too tight.

Jess produced a piece of paper from her purse. "Matt, we've chosen you for a very important part of our solstice celebration." She grinned. "You get to be our virgin sacrifice."

"Oh."

"Not like that," Madison said quickly.

"Spoil my fun," Jess said. "No, we're not going to hurt you. You're going to sacrifice your virginity to the Phi Sigma Tau Sorority, and Madison's going to take it."

Matt snorted. "Okay, but what are you actually going to do? Put makeup on me and take some photographs? If you want to dress me as a cheerleader you're probably going to have to take the cuffs off first."

"Huh," Jess said, "that's a new one."

Madison bent over him. The view down her dress was exquisite and she seemed to know that, because she gave him a few seconds to admire her suspended tits before she spoke. "Matt, you like direct, right? Trust me when I say that as soon as Jess is gone, I'm going to strip your clothes off and ride you just like I spent last night fantasising about. Do you believe me?"

Her eyes burned. Matt's mouth was dry. He nodded dumbly.

"Good boy," she whispered.

"Wow," Jess remarked. "I think we've awakened something. You two have fun. Oh, and Matt, honey, those are play handcuffs. If you want out, you just have to push that little button."

She gave them both a wave and left the room, closing the door behind her. As soon as she was gone, Madison pulled the clip out of her hair and let it tumble over her shoulders. Then she looked into Matt's eyes and eased the zip of her dress down. It slipped off easily and left her standing in just her heels and the black lace underwear which barely covered her breasts or concealed the peak of her hips. Her skin seemed to glow in the candlelight and Matt's hands twitched, longing to reach out for her.

She came to him, stepping out of her heels and crawling on all fours over his body. She cupped his face and gave him a long, slow kiss, exploring with her tongue as Matt got lost in the sensation. Even though his body was still on fire, his mind relaxed into the sweet sensations of her mouth.

She pulled back and he tried to follow her, but her lips were out of reach and there was nothing to do but flop back against the bed.

"You're still in cuffs," she remarked.

"Yeah. I... don't mind."

"Maybe we did awaken something."

She turned her attention to his shirt. Her steady fingers slipped the first one open and the reality of an incandescently beautiful woman undressing him made Matt pant with need and nerves.

Madison undid the second button and pressed a palm over his heart. "Relax. I love boys in button-downs. It just heightens the anticipation. We'll get there."

The syrupy slowness of her actions actually helped. As Madison worked her way down his body, Matt's heart felt less like it was about to explode out of his chest. The aching need for her was just as strong, but it was almost like he was getting used to it.

Then, all the buttons undone, she spread his shirt open and gave one of his nipples a slow lick. It was an electric shock through his mind. He clamped his mouth shut on an explosion of breath. She sensed it and shook her head.

"No, baby. Let it out. You'd want to hear me, wouldn't you?"

She swirled her tongue and this time he didn't try to hold back the long, low moan.

"That's right. Let me know how it feels."

She kissed and licked her way down his stomach. The muscles in his abdomen trembled as she reached his waist and hooked her fingers into his belt. They were steady as they unbuckled it and then unzipped the fly. He wasn't; adrenaline was making every nerve shake.

"Lift up?"

He obeyed automatically. She pulled the slacks down as far as his knees and then turned her attention to his underpants. The outline of his cock was clear. He felt like he'd been hard forever.

Madison smiled impishly. "There's a lot of area under this curve."

She rolled his underpants down. His erection felt like it was full of hot blood, boiling against the cool night air. She laid a few fingers on it and it twitched with a mind of its own. Matt gasped. Every muscle in his body tightened.

"Just relax, baby. I want to get you acclimatised."

"Madison..." Matt breathed. He'd beg if she wanted him to, he just needed more than anything for her to keep touching him.

She laid down between his open legs and pressed her closed lips against the head of his cock. Pleasure exploded in his head. Every nerve in his body seemed to be focussed on the millimetres of flesh she touched. His muscles cramped and the cuffs rattled as he fought to stay still.

Madison giggled. "I didn't think I was that good. This is all new as well?"

"Yeah," Matt gasped. "You're the first girl who's ever done... anything down there."

"Then I'll have to be very, very gentle."

Matt looked at the half-naked girl hovering over him. She was smiling gently and her blue eyes were soft and bright. Some of the stress eased. Madison held him in suspense for a few more seconds, and then her head dipped to slip him into her mouth.

He moaned embarrassingly loudly. The feeling washed over him. He could feel every touch of her warm, slippery tongue, soft lips and even the gentle scrape of her teeth. She closed her eyes and sucked gently, letting him deeper into her mouth. He watched the candlelight flicker on the ceiling, breathing slowly as he sank into a pool of tingling pleasure.

The tingles were getting stronger when she finally released him. One last kiss and tickle with her tongue and then she sat up.

"That's right," she said. "How was it?"

"Great. Amazing."

"You think my mouth is amazing, wait till you feel my pussy."

She stood up, reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. The lace cups slipped off her breasts and fell to the floor. Her tits were full and heavy, stretched slightly under gravity but still firm. Her nipples were already poking towards him, but he hardly had time to register it before she bent over to pull off her panties.

Matt felt his cock tremble at the sight of her naked body. An unfamiliar hunger burned inside him. He could see something like it mirrored in her eyes, in her slow steps across the room and in the slickness spreading across her inner thighs.

She saw him looking and spread her legs a little wider, exposing the tender pink flesh beneath the sculpted strip of hair. "You got me all wet."

She opened one of the drawers and pulled out a condom. "Extra thick. Don't take it personally. You've got to last long enough for me."

"I will," Matt said. He didn't know if he could, but it was a goal, something to focus on.

"Still willing to do anything I ask? God, this has awakened something."

She straddled him, not over his crotch, but over his chest. Her breasts hung above his face. He pulled at the handcuffs, thinking for the first time about the release catch.

"You want to touch them so badly, don't you?" Madsion cooed. "Not yet. Suck on them first."

She squeezed her tit gently and lowered her nipple onto Matt's lips. He tasted the rough skin and then wrapped his mouth around them, kissing, licking and sucking. Madison let out a moan of her own, one that Matt would do anything to hear again. And he did hear it as she gave him the other to tease.

She pulled away and gave him a forceful, insistent kiss. "You ready, baby?"

"Yeah."

Madison shuffled back down his body. When she sat up to open the condom, he felt the wetness between her legs sliding over his skin. Then her fingers were dancing over his cock again, unrolling the latex. She kept it held upright as she changed her position one more time, hovering over it so close he could feel the heat simmering in her hips.

"I'm so glad we picked you," she murmured.

And then gently but firmly, she let herself drop and slid his cock into her pussy.

Matt groaned. The feeling of being sheathed in the tight heat of Madison's body was indescribable. His cock throbbed in time to his heartbeat. His hips twitched, trying to push further into her, desperate for friction as she panted above him.

"Oh... fuck... yes." Madison's expression was a mixture of arousal and delight. "You're perfect, Matt. You're just fucking perfect."

"Uhhh..." Matt moaned. He was finding it hard to focus on anything that weren't the desperate wants of his body.

Just when he was starting to get used to it, Madison said, "Okay, I'm going to ride you now. Try to keep still."

He'd realised that tensing up didn't work. She only gave him a few seconds to relax before the first roll of her hips. He felt proud that he only twitched a little. He smiled and she grinned and gave a harder roll, arching her back.

"I knew you'd be a fast learner."

Matt wasn't so sure. He could stay still but his body had a mind of its own. Each stroke, however slow, was increasing the pressure inside him. The breathless noises Madison was making only quickened the process. He could hardly believe they were having sex, the fact she was so visibly enjoying herself seemed impossible.

Under the influence of alcohol and arousal, it all spilled out. "You're so hot Maddy, you're so amazing, you're the most incredible woman I've ever met, you're so fucking sexy, I can't believe this is happening, I want to come inside you, please let me come."

"Not yet, baby," Madison panted. "Just a little longer."

She leaned over, steading herself and gripping the bedframe with one hand. The other dropped down to her waist. She rocked back and forth, frantically rubbing at the hypersensitive flesh between her legs.

Her motions became desperate, uncontrolled. Her tits shook in Matt's face. She gasped and panted against his skin. Her free hand dropped to his shoulder, nails digging in, marking him. Focussing on the pain pushed the pleasure back, but only for a moment. His cock was harder than he'd ever felt, swelling as if it was going to burst. His nerves sang where Madison rubbed their skin together. Her pussy was liquid bliss, trembling and squeezing him. He tried desperately to retreat from it, but there was nowhere to go, no control and no escape.

"Maddy, I'm coming. Maddy, Maddy, Maddy!"

The last word dissolved into a helpless cry as the pressure inside him finally broke. His hips bucked up, lifting him off the bed and holding him suspended in the grip of his release. His cock spasmed over and over, dumping an endless load into the condom. It finally seemed like it might end when Madison let out a high, desperate whine and her pussy clamped around him so hard it was almost painful, as if she was trying to squeeze out every drop he had to give.

The sheer relief in the aftermath escaped him in a long groan. The sensations which had overwhelmed his mind retreated, leaving it almost empty. The bed seemed soft and relaxing, and for a few seconds he felt like he might fall asleep or maybe just pass out. Then he realised Madison was still floating above him, a red flush working its way down her neck and across her breasts. Her hips were still wrapped around him and he was still buried inside her.

Madison looked down and gave her own sleepy blink as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing either. "Wow. Phi Tau Sigma thanks you for your sacrifice."

She released the handcuffs and clambered off him. There was something dreamlike about watching her stand casually completely naked beside the bed.

"You want my help with that?" She pointed at the condom.

"Umm..."

She took that as a yes, reaching down and working the prophylactic off him. She stopped to check it on the way to the trash and smiled. "Wow, that's a lot. I really did a number on you didn't I?"

Matt cautiously extracted his wrists from the cuffs and sat up. He pulled up his underpants but left his pants around his ankles. They didn't seem important now. Madison bent over the vanity, writing something.

"How do you spell your last name?"

He'd spelt it for her before he thought to ask what she was doing.

"Filling out your V-card. This is ours now."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"There's a cabinet in the basement. Jess says they go back to the nineties. Every guy who's had his cherry popped by a house sister. And there's a special drawer for the Solstice party guys."

"Anyone I'd know?"

She shook her head. "Sorry, honey. We don't kiss and tell."

Madison retrieved her panties and shimmied back into them. Then she pulled her bra over her head and sat down next to Matt.

"You shouldn't either," she explained. "Don't mention the ritual, or the tradition, or the handcuffs. It's got to stay as a rumour, okay?"

"Okay," Matt said. "Can I tell them..."

"Oh, if anybody wants to know how you lost it, I'm happy to take the credit. Just not the details." She bent forward and kissed him gently. "Our little secret."

Matt cleared this throat. The whirlwind of the last hour was fading and his ordinary anxiety was returning.

"What now?"

"Well, what do you say to brunch tomorrow?"

"Okay," Matt said, trying to soften the inevitable blow. "And we can check the calculus course for next semester."

"Calculus?" Madison repeated. "Why would I bring a textbook on a... holy shit. You know I was asking you on a date, right?"

"Oh," Matt said. "Umm... no."

"Why wouldn't we go on a date? I mean, if you just want this to be a one-night thing then fine, but I didn't think you..."

"No!" Matt exclaimed. "I mean, yes, a date would be great but... I didn't think I was your type."

"Okay, first of all, you don't know what my type is," Madison responded. "And second, whose dick was I riding ten minutes ago?"

"Mine. But..."

Realisation dawned. "Did you think I just had sex with you for a sorority bet?"

"Maybe," Matt admitted. "It wouldn't be the first time."

"Probably, yeah. But not this time. I wanted to be your first because I wanted to be your first. You don't think I made the wrong choice do you?"

"No. I'm so happy it was you. I wouldn't have wanted anybody else in the whole world."

"You're sweet, Matt," Madison said. "I want to get to know you outside the math lessons."

"If you're sure."

"I am. And... I've got to say, as much as I want to know what you can do with your hands, you look real good tied to a bed."

"You look really good sitting on me and giving orders."

Madison laughed against his bare shoulder. "Oh my god, you are such a sub."

"Maybe I am," Matt said. He leaned forward and Madison parted her lips to accept a kiss. "Is that okay?"

Madison hummed happily. "That's definitely a sacrifice I'm willing to make."