The Wrong Woman

I sat down against a tree at a park near Maddie’s school and started leafing through a newspaper. Working at the bar on Friday nights was good, but it wasn’t going to be enough to pay the bills. I needed a day time job. And fast. There were a few I had already circled. Working in a mailroom… video store clerk… office cleaner. I was in the middle of an ad for a supermarket shelf filler, when a shadow fell over my page. I looked up to see Madeline smiling down at me.

“Hey you.” I squinted up at her. She’d just finished school for the day and I gestured to the patch of grass next to me for her to sit down. Maddie stretched her legs out and I couldn’t help but notice the way her school uniform was riding up her thighs. I couldn’t hide the fact that I was openly staring at her shapely legs and her white knee socks, and I looked up to see her innocently smiling at me. She knew exactly what kind of effect she has on me and it takes all my strength to not part her legs and fuck her right there and then.

“How was school?” I asked reverting my attention to the newspaper with a small grimace.

“Boring as usual.” She said, playing with her long braid. “I can’t stay out tonight though… I have this huge Biology exam tomorrow.”

“I can help you study.” I couldn’t help but say, my fingers trailing down her thigh.

“What do you know about Biology?” She asked with a smile.

“More than you know.” I drawled. “I know all there is to know about the human body… I could show you lots of things.” My fingers stop at her inner thigh and I feel her tense slightly at the touch. I know I must sound like a walking cliché, but I look up to see her pink tinged cheeks and can’t help but smile.

She’s such an innocent.

Unlike Felicity.

Felicity.

The very thought of her makes my eyes drop back to the newspaper. It had been a few days since I first saw her, and I could still feel myself growing hot at the thought of her. She had come home with me that night, and even though I kept the lights dim I didn’t miss her casting a curious look around my tiny flat. I tried to keep it as tidy as possible, but there’s no looking past the mismatched furniture, old fashioned television and music magazines that litter the place. I soon distracted her though and from then on, her only focus had been me.

I remember looking up to see her straddling me on the bed, her hair tumbling past her shoulders, her bare breasts bouncing as she fucked me senseless. My release was long and loud, and then I still wanted more. Three months without sex was a long time… I wasn’t sure
if I could go another three months without it again.

But as I looked at Maddie, now lying back on the grass, I felt my heart constrict and I couldn’t help but ruffle her hair affectionately.

“Stop it.” She giggled pushing my hand away, but I grabbed her braid and pulled it. She squealed and tried to roll away, but I quickly climbed on top of her. I straddled her and looked down to see her struggling slightly.

“Harry…” She says looking around embarrassed. “People will see.”

“So?” I bend my head down to kiss her just as she opens her mouth to protest again. I can feel myself getting harder, my erection straining against my skinny jeans, as I force my tongue into her mouth. The kiss deepens and I hear her release a little whimper which turns
me on even more.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” I mutter into her ear.

“What do I do?” She asked breathlessly, and I look down at her now swollen pink lips.

“You drive me crazy… that’s what you do.”

I want to say more but instead I roll off her and idly watch as she straightens her uniform looking around to see if anybody is watching.

“Are you sure you can’t come over tonight?” I ask.

“Positive.” She replies checking her watch. “I have to go now.”

I sighed and scrambled to my feet, holding out my hands to help her stand. We linked arms and began to walk across the park toward her car.

“Have fun studying tonight.” I said sticking my tongue out at her childishly.

“I’ll be thinking of you…” She said, leaning her head on my shoulder.

“Yeah yeah… text me maybe?”

“I will.” She stood on her tiptoes and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

“I’ll need more than that.” I said pulling her close and kissing her firmly on the lips.

“Do you want a lift?” She asked taking out her keys. My gaze fell over her little red sports car and I found myself shaking my head. She never purposefully made me feel inadequate, but sometimes the difference in our lifestyles made my head spin.

“Nah… I think I’ll walk.” I said.

I watched as she zoomed away before stuffing my hands in my pocket and slowly making my way down the street. I remembered the first time I met Madeline at my friend Zayn’s house.
I was standing around with Zayn at the back downing beers when Zayn’s little sister appeared with a group of friends. Her friend Jessica led the way trailed by a pretty brunette, and headed straight to Zayn. The brunette barely looked at me, her eyes transfixed on Zayn. And I could understand why. He was tall with inked arms and clad all in black. He could look intimidating if you didn’t know him well. His dark eyes flashed as the two stopped before us.

“You fix cars don’t you?” Jessica asked abruptly. Zayn paused for a moment before replying.

“Yeah so?”

“My friend Madeline scratched her car.” Jessica gestured to Maddie, who instantly lowered her eyes and then nervously glanced at me, “She doesn’t want her Father to find out… could you take a look at it?”

“I can pay you.” Maddie spoke up softly. “It’s just that I don’t want my Dad to know.”

“Yeah she’s good for it.” Jessica added.

We headed to the front of the house and Zayn let out a low whistle when he saw the car he was going to be dealing with.

“My Dad’s going to kill me if he finds out.” Maddie murmured to one of her friends.

“Poor little rich girl huh?” I spoke up and she turned her gaze to me her sky blue eyes flashing with defiance. I held my hands up in mock surrender before Zayn started to speak to
her about when they could meet up at the mechanic shop he worked at. As I stood on the sidewalk cradling my beer, I found myself unable to take my eyes off her. Her shorts skimmed over her thighs and she wore a singlet that clung to her breasts, her appearance so at odds by the deer in headlights vibe she gave out. I have to admit I was hooked. I somehow convinced Jessica to join us at the back for a drink and the rest of the girls followed.

“They’re jailbait man.” Zayn muttered in my ear but I shook my head. “They’re my little sister’s friends!”

“Don’t care.” I replied.

Minutes later we had pushed a bottle of beer into their hands, and I was relieved when Niall arrived and was able to keep the rest entertained whilst I cornered Maddie. I led her over to a beat up couch on the back porch and I could already feel her eyes appraising me, although I couldn’t quite tell what she was thinking.

I was relieved that I looked somewhat presentable that day. My hair had been unruly that morning, so I had pulled on a beanie as well as my jeans and black boots. My blue plaid button up shirt was partially unbuttoned, allowing my chest tattoos to peek out slightly.

“I want to get a tattoo too.” She said, and I had to lean forward to hear her properly.

“No way, really?” I asked. “You think your Daddy’s going to like that?”

“I just turned eighteen so…” She shrugged.

“Well now you’re a big girl.” I said, taking a swig of my beer and I couldn’t help but let my eyes rake over her bare legs that she now primly crossed. We started talking and found we couldn’t stop. Her friends all left one by one, the sun set and we were still seated on that lumpy couch talking. By my fifth beer I couldn’t stop focussing on her little pink lips, but I held back. If it had been anyone else, we would have probably been fucking in the back of her sports car right now, but I felt like I should keep myself in check. She wasn’t like the usual girls I hung out with. She was a weird combination of sexy and innocent, but I didn’t want to make any sudden moves and scare her off.

It was late at night when we realised Zayn had disappeared into the house and locked us out, so we ended up leaving from the side of the house.

“Want me to drive you home?” She asked. I still hadn’t asked for her number and I was starting to feel woozy from all the alcohol I had consumed that day. She on the other hand had barely had a beer, preferring to hold the bottle as if it were a prop.

“Um, yeah… sure.” I said.

She drove me home and I made her write her number on my arm, having forgot my phone at Zayn’s house.

“It was nice meeting you Harry.” She said almost formally. I quickly leant forward and kissed her on the cheek.

“It was a pleasure meeting you.” I said grandly, trying not to slur.

Of course I called her the next day, and we had been together ever since. Everything was as it should be, until a couple of days ago when I had slipped and fucked another woman.
I heard my phone beep just as I walked into my flat and crashed onto the couch.

Are you free tonight?

Holy fuck. The message was from Felicity.

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