The jostling of someone else moving towards her on the bed roused Miranda from her light snooze. She didn't know when she fell asleep, or how much time had passed. Her eyes opened in the half-light.
As though he was coming out of a dream, Trevor, the one who she gave her virginity to and was still crushing on, was there, nude, taking her into his arms. "Hi," he whispered before kissing her.
At first, she was alarmed, but a hundred fantasies of his hard body pressed against her were coming true, and the reality of his muscular form was so much better. His kiss was harder than Abby's, more demanding after the first gentle touch, and she met his tongue with her own. It stroked hers as he lip-locked, drawing it out for a twisting caress.
It all made her head swim. Even though he couldn't hold a conversation to save his life - in text or talking on the phone - she still wanted him. The feeling of his body against her, his caress, and his demanding mouth set her imagination on fire. One of her favourite fantasies had him surprising her in the shower. Miranda would rub herself to orgasm as the hot water washed over her as she imagined him kissing her neck, holding her hips, sliding inside her and then taking her without a word.
The more common fantasy was more like the moment she was enjoying, with him taking her in bed. Almost every night since they got together Miranda would tease herself until she was wet and then slip the handle of her hairbrush inside her, pretending it was him. The feeling of something in her intimate space was exciting, it always helped her come several times.
Over the last three weeks, Miranda had fantasized about him more times, and in more ways than she could count. She even wrote a little story about him coming to visit her only to find that she was masturbating with her favourite hairbrush. In the story, he took her toy away and fucked her vigorously.
Now Trevor was there, pulling her close on a silk-covered bed. He started kissing her neck, huskily whispering; "You're so goddamned hot, I can't stop thinking about you."
"Give yourself to this, make the fantasy real, and take complete control of your desire for him," Abby whispered, drawing Miranda's attention down. Her Mistress was in a massive armchair near the bottom of the bed so she had a clear view. Her stockings and heels were back on, but she was nude otherwise.
To Miranda's surprise, Abby opened her legs and drew them up so they hung on the armrests. There was a slim black line of pubic hair above her otherwise bald feminine mound, and she toyed at the tender lips there, tracing them with her finger.
Seeing her Mistress watch so brazenly, and start pleasuring herself so explicitly only added to Miranda's arousal. Abby's free hand slipped to her own breast to cup it and toy with a taught nipple. There was a pink aura around her that was so subtle that Miranda wondered if it was a trick of the light. "Give yourself to him completely, let him show you what he's wanted to do to you since he last had you," Abby said through a salacious pout.
Miranda gasped as Davis took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it, stroked it. His tongue sent sharp shocks of pleasure through her body, where they sparked between her legs. Her hand brushed his member, which was so stiff that she wondered if he'd brought a dildo to bed for a moment. He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking slowly.
His fingers traced a path up her thighs and she spread her legs, inviting him in. Trevor kissed his way across her chest then drew on the other nipple, something she was learning that she enjoyed. Both her nipples were so erect that they were puffy and sensitive, and his tongue explored every part of them, stopping to flick often. His fingers split her feminine mound, the middle one sliding up and down her inner lips, finding her wet.
Holding his member in her hand was exciting, she could feel it pulse when she moaned at the feeling of his finger slipping inside her. She pumped his manhood slowly, gripping a little. She wanted him inside her, and felt a twitch between her legs at the thought of him taking her.
Then they were kissing again, hotly, breathily. She stroked him, and he started rubbing the hood hiding her clitoris, dipping his finger down into her entry regularly as if taking little breaks to gather more of her wetness. His touch wasn't as rushed as the first time they were together, and the experience she'd heard about from a few of her classmates - that he'd fingered them while they made out, and that it was good - was showing. It was different from how she rubbed herself, but more direct, and more exciting because she didn't know what he'd do next. Then she realized, it didn't matter that Trevor was doing it, she would have enjoyed it just as much if someone else was artfully rubbing her pussy. She imagined her pretty blonde roommate doing it for a moment, and felt a rise in her titillation.
The moment she was having with Trevor was special because of his passion, and she was sure that their story together ended in the parking lot. Miranda moaned as his finger rubbed her towards orgasm, and he started kissing her neck again, leaving little fire pecks behind. "You're gonna make me come." Her voice sounded high and tight.
His manhood twitched in her hand in response to that, and he stopped kissing her neck. His finger was still rubbing her clit in little circles, and Miranda's hips bucked as she reached her climax, the hot twitches in her middle sent fleeting but amazing tingles through her body..
Trevor watched her, staring, a look between shock and admiration on his face. When she calmed, he started to roll on top of her, but Miranda pushed back and rolled on top of him. As she ran her hands up and down his muscular chest and stomach, she tickled his skin with her hair. She listened to him gasp as she dragged her nails down his trunk, feeling the muscle beneath, enjoying his masculine hardness. Then she started kissing and nibbling her way further south, peeking up to see that he was watching her open-mouthed, as though something magical was happening.
"Holy shit, Miranda," he groaned as she made her way lower and started tickling his smooth sack with the tips of her fingers.
When she felt the tip of his member touch the bottom of her chin, she took the head of his manhood in suddenly, sucking it in, listening to him moan. It was her first time taking a man into her mouth, and she pressed her tongue against it, enjoying the salty tackiness that came with it. She took him in deeper, trying to touch the tip to the roof of her mouth, and gagged once it did. Two of her girlfriends told her men loved it when you bump and grind their heads there, so she wanted to see it for herself. She relented for a moment, then pushed him to the roof of her mouth and bumped the tip of his member there as she gagged, then fought through for a moment then gagged loudly. She stopped when it felt like something was about to come up, then licked his glans with her tongue as she surrounded it with her lips, sucking and moving it in and out slowly.
The moaning and groaning sounds he made excited her, made her feel like she was in control, and she loved it. Miranda relaxed her lips and drew on the head of his manhood as she listened to him, let herself slurp loudly and caress every part of his smooth glans with her tongue. The louder she got - and Miranda was making so much noise that she was making herself blush - the more extreme his reactions became. This was something she wanted to learn how to do well. The sight of Trevor's masculine face and form tensing and reacting to her was making her so wet that she felt that her sexual slit was near dripping.
He started breathing harder, and she looked up at him in time to see Trevor lean forward. He took her by the shoulders and then turned her onto her back. Before she could react, he took her legs in his hands, pushed them apart then back, and slid himself inside her. Surprise and the feeling of her passage being pushed open forced a long, high cry from her. "It's time," he said, withdrawing part way then pressing deeper.
