Madison kissed Jack's neck, then slowly nibbled and kissed her way across his jaw to his lips. They were still on his couch, with her still snuggled on his lap, and the time ratio was still 10:1, so they were not synched with their physical selves.
When her lips reached his, he parted his lips in response and he felt her tongue dart inside, searching for his. Their tongues danced as his hands wandered. First, he caressed her back, then gently squeezed her soft flesh through her baggy hoody, then he slid his hands down her sides and began worming his hands up inside her hoody. The feds had cock blocked him last time, but they couldn't get to him in his soul space and he was determined to taste naked flesh. He wanted to know what it was like to lick her nipples.
In response to his questing hands, she reached down, grabbed the hem of her hoody and pulled it up over her head then tossed it aside. She was still wearing the thin camisole underneath, and he could see that her nipples were hard. He reached up and pressed his hands into her soft, firm mounds, then brushed his thumb pads across her nipples.
"Mmm," she moaned faintly, then grabbed the hem of her camisole and ripped it over her head, tossing it in the general direction of her discarded hoody.
Slowly, he reached out and gently cupped her naked breasts. Her skin was soft and warm and the sensation of it under his hands caused a shiver of pleasure to course through his body and pool in his already hard manhood, causing it to throb almost painfully.
As he ran his thumb over her silky smooth skin of her breast, he discovered her areolas were covered in tiny hard bumps and he found he enjoyed the sensation. He ran his thumbs in circles around her areolas and as he did; she made more noises of appreciation, periodically leaning in to kiss him, then leaning back to make it easier to reach her breasts.
He dragged his thumbs over her nipples, watching as the little hard nubbins bent over, then sprang back to attention. He did this a few times before gently squeezing her nipples between his thumbs and the side of his index fingers.
"Ooh, why does that feel so good?" she moaned as he gently rolled her nipples back and forth.
"Mmm, squeeze harder, pull on them," she begged.
Complying, he squeezed harder, and gently pulled up, lifting her breasts slightly.
"Yes!" she hissed.
Seeing her response, he wondered, if she liked him gently pinching her nipples and pulling on them, would she like it even more if he used his teeth? Leaning down and pushing her left breast up, he flicked her nipple with his tongue. Then he ran his tongue over her nipple and areolas.
"Mmm," she moaned again. Then grabbed his head and pulled it closer, pressing her breast against his mouth.
He opened his mouth wider and sucker her nipple and surrounding flesh inside, then flicked her nipple with his tongue.
"Mmm," she moaned. "Harder."
He pulled his lips back and gently scraped his teeth across her areola, then gently pressed them into her nipple.
"Ahh!" she gasped. "Yes! Harder!"
Emboldened, he again scraped his teeth across her areolas and bit her nipple, still gently, but harder than before. But this time, he gently pulled on her nipple with his teeth, letting the tension of her flesh slowly pull her nipple out from between his teeth.
As her nipple escaped his gentle bite, she yelled, "Oh, Fuck! Why does that feel so good?! More!"
He did it again and, as her nipple popped from between his teeth, she thrust her hips forward, grinding her pelvis against his.
With his left hand, he pinched and gently twisted her right nipple and with his mouth he gently tortured her left nipple, and her thrusting hips rubbed against his engorged manhood.
Releasing her nipple from his mouth, he was moving towards her other nipple when she grabbed his face and kissed him fervently, pressing her mouth against his, trying to jam her tongue as far down his throat as she could.
The burning desire that had been building inside him reached a crescendo. Overcome with desire, he pivoted and pushed her down on the couch, then began fumbling with her baggy jeans, desperate to get them off.
"Wait!" she said, her tone sounding conflicted. "Please?"
So consumed with desire that he didn't register what she had said, he kept trying to get her pants off.
She grabbed his wrists. "Jack! Stop. Please?"
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Please. Not now, not like this. Can we wait? Please?"
Still hard as rock and filled with burning desire, he kept trying to get her pants off.
"Jack?" Something in her tone stopped him. It wasn't just in her tone. He felt something pull over their soul bond connection when she said his name. More on impulse than conscious intent, he focused on their connection. What he felt dimmed his ardor. She, too, felt desire, but also hesitation. She felt troubled.
"What?" he asked. "Why?"
"Can we wait, please? I don't want my first time to be here. I want it to be for real. And I don't want my first time to arrive as a memory."
She bit her lip. "I also don't want what's happening hanging over my head. I mean, I think what we did will get me out of this situation, but worries and fears keep intruding and it makes it so I can't truly relax and enjoy this."
He growled. If it wasn't for their soul bond, he probably would have ignored her pleas.
She continued, "I was thinking maybe you could practice with me in a simulation first, if you want. Just without the memory sync."
He looked at her, puzzled.
"You know, start a simulation, but don't bring me into it? That way, the me in the simulation will just be a copy, will remember me suggesting this, but when the sim ends, the memories of what happened won't flow back to me. That way you can get your needs met and get some 'practice', and our first time won't be awkward or weird."
"Won't your first time hurt?" This realization had only just now made it through the fog of his desire.
"No, I took care of that."
"How?" he asked. He was almost certain she was still a virgin, so he wasn't sure what she meant.
"I couldn't buy a dildo online. My aunt would have found out. So I used a cucumber."
A vision filled his mind of Madison, legs spread, biting her lips, a drop of red trailing down her labia as she shoved a long green vegetable inside her. He'd seen at least one deflowering video online, so his mind had no trouble filing in the details.
His mental vision bubble popped when she continued. "I'm sure Analise will appreciate it as well."
"What?" Now she was confusing him. He understood the part about using her in a sim for release and practice, but what did any of that have to do with Analise?
"You know Analise, the girl you're going on a date with next weekend? She's hot for you. I could tell when she asked me about you over the phone. If she doesn't jump you during the hike, I'll be surprised."
Well, this was new to him. And he appreciated her suggestion of using her for practice. But he had a better idea.
"Do you remember Miranda?"
"Hmm, wasn't she that girl that was always acting like a slut? A real cock tease?"
"Yeah, that's the one. She used to get all touchy feely right before a paper was due. The first two times she targeted me, and like an idiot, I fell for it and helped her write her paper. I wised up after that, so she turned her attentions to other poor suckers in the class. But now, I'm thinking of finding out if she ever actually put out."
"You mean make a template?"
"Yup. I decided I would only make templates of good people if I had their permission. But someone manipulative like Miranda, I'm thinking I add her to my naughty list."
Jack was still paying attention to his connection with Madison and he felt a wave of hunger and what had to be anticipatory schadenfreude flood out of her connection.
"Ooh, I kinda want to watch. But I think it's best if I don't. You'll tell me about it later?"
"Sure," he said.
"Oh, Oh! Could you record it? I want to see her face when you shove your cock balls-deep down her throat."
He had on several occasions fantasized about what he would do to Miranda if he could, and while throat fucking her hadn't been one of his fantasies, it certainly was now.
"I think I can manage that," he said with a grin.
Then he got up from the couch, grabbed Madison's camisole and hoody off the floor, handed them to her, kissed her, then rushed towards his room, saying, "Sorry, gotta go."
He could feel amusement and gratitude flow from her over their connection. She was not bothered by his sudden departure, and he could even sense some anticipation from her. She really did want him to film his impending encounter with Miranda.