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| Miranda's Choice |
| 05.12.04 (6:59 pm) [edit] |
I started this short story awhile back. I was writing it for a woman I was interested in. When my interested ended you can guess the story did too. The story is unfinished, but I'm posting it anyway. If anyone wants to try finishing it, please do. Send your suggested endings to me at the email address in the sidebar. Don't get your peckers all excited about a prize. There ain't one. This story is about a lesbian who likes to fuck her women with a strap on.
[b]Miranda's Choice[/b]
I dropped the boys off as usual before heading to class. I was running late again. I always am. I let myself in and made my way through all the little heads to find a daycare worker. Miranda was seated at a small table in an adjacent room and looked up as I entered.
"Hi. I"m running late. Just wanted you to know the boys were here." I said.
She smiled, as usual, and replied with "Thanks."
Don't even think about it, I thought, she's straight, and not even my type.
That's been the exact exchange between us for six months now. Six months. There was this one time when Miranda asked me if I had just gotten my tongue pierced. I nonchalantly replied with "yeah" and she responded with a beautiful smile and showed me her piercings-- tongue and belly.
As I was leaving to head to class tonight, Miranda stopped me.
"Ms. Powers."
That's the first time she's ever called me by name.
"Please. It"s Nora."
"Ok. Nora . . ." She looked nervous. "Is it ok if I call you on your cell on your way out?"
"Sure. That'"s fine."
I start to wonder if I"ve done something to offend Miranda. My second thought is immediately about the boys. I panic about problems at the center and hope she"s not planning to tell me there are troubles. Once I get on the highway, my phone rings.
"I'm curious about your call, obviously." I tell her.
Miranda hesitates for a brief moment. I try not to get nervous. I want to tell her to just spit it out, but I"m patient.
"I'm leaving the center and I was wondering . . ." she trails off.
"Wondering what?" I ask.
"Well, one of your boys mentioned that you liked girls, and I was wondering if. . . "
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I ask.
"Not anymore," she responded.
I hesitated for a moment and thought about all the times I swore I"d never fuck a curious woman. This one -- though curious -- was pleasantly alluring. She had a quiet demeanor that screamed surprise underneath. She was very much a femme and in no way my type because of that, yet the idea of dominating her excited me.
"What were you thinking exactly?" I asked her.
"Coffee, dinner maybe," she said.
"No, here's what I was thinking. I"m turning around now and heading back to my place. If you"re there in an hour, we"ll see what happens. If not, it's study night for m," Yes?"
She was silent for a moment. I kept quiet and held the phone. I could hear her breathing.
"Ok," she responded.
I gave her my address and hung up.
Miranda was prompt. She was dressed very differently than I"m used to seeing her. She wore her hair down, letting it fall past her shoulders. I never noticed how wavy it was before. She was wearing a small pink spaghetti strap sundress that fell slightly below the knees. The dress was a beautiful contrast against her brown skin. I could see her hardened nipples through her dress.
"You look nice," I told her.
"Thank you," she said.
"You didn"t have to change. I didn't." I moved behind her and let my nose touch her neck. She remained still. "You smell nice, too." I felt her take a deep breath. We were standing in the kitchen.
"I"m a little nervous." she said.
"Never done this before" Never been fucked by a girl" I laughed a little and wrapped my fingers in her hair. "Do you want to be?"
"I wouldn't want to waste this dress."
"Hunny, the dress is a waste."
I wrapped more of Miranda"s hair around my fingers and pulled her head back, exposing her neck to me. I let my tongue find its way down the length of her neck, before biting into her shoulders. I leaned her over the table, and using my foot, kicked her feet apart. Still keeping a firm grasp of her hair with one hand I used the other had to lift her dress up over her ass, exposing her matching pink thongs.
"Nice touch," I tell her. I peel them off slowly and listen to her breathe heavily in the process.
I pull on her hair and ask, "You want me to fuck you, bitch?"
"Yes, please," she begs.
I stick one finger inside her and slowly move it in and out with a careful rhythm. She moans in response. I add another two fingers and Miranda"s pussy tightens its grip. I hear a deep moan escape from her throat and she begs me to fuck her harder. I increase my speed, being careful to maintain my rhythm. I feel her getting really wet and I stop. She begs me to continue. I tell her to get on her knees in front of me. Once she's on her knees, I have her clean off my fingers first. I watch her wrap her lips around each finger and suck with perfection. I then unzip my pants and pull out my dick.
"Suck my dick," I tell her.
Miranda's eyes widen with surprise and she takes a hold of my dick and places the tip of her tongue on the head. She sucks the head very softly and slowly, making small circles at first. She then covers the head with her mouth, sucking it in, moving her mouth back and forth. Slowly, my dick disappears into Miranda's mouth-- inch by inch --until it's touching the back of her throat. I grab the back of her head and start to fuck her mouth.
"Yeah, you like that baby" Like to have your mouth fucked?"
I fuck her mouth faster. She can"t breathe. I use both my hands to grab hold of her hair and I fuck her mouth so hard that my clit is pounding. I pull my dick out to let her breathe finally. She licks the length of it like she's starving for more, rolling her tongue along the full length of the underside--- up and down.
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