June 1989 (Miranda: epilogue.)
I was sitting on the porch reading listening to Joy Divisions Unknown Pleasures when Miranda came around the bend in the road between our cabin and the one her parents had rented. She had dolled herself up in a pale green summer dress with pink flowers on it like a silly little princess for dinner and looked excruciatingly happy about having been invited. She even wore a little bit of make up in an attempt to make herself prettier. She had picked flowers for mom on her way over too. Who did she think she was my girlfriend? Stupid bitch.
Mom of course adored the flowers and told us to go sit on the porch and talk or maybe go for a walk if we wanted to. Dinner would be another twenty minutes. I went out to the porch, sat down and returned to my book and music. Miranda tried to start a conversation but I gave her a look to shut her up and ignored her, at least I did until mum came out and told me to at least try to be a bit friendly now that Miranda had made the effort to come over for dinner. With a sigh I took off the headphones and put away the book. Miranda was sitting next to me and when mom had gone back inside she bit her lip and mumbled, "Sorry."
Then she asked me what I'd been listening to. I hesitated for a while before handing her the headphones and pressed play on the Walkman. She listened for a while and smiled. "Intense," she said and nodded her head. I pulled the headphones off her and got up. I'd had an idea.
"Let's go for a walk!"
I walked off the porch, hands in my jeans and she followed me. I found it quite interesting in many ways how she followed me around like an attention-starved puppy despite the way I treated her. Later it was to become my first major realisation of just how many women there are in this world who loves a misogynist, at the time though I didn't even know what a misogynist was.
I walked around the house to the stone where I had made a habit of taking my morning piss. I told her that every morning when I emptied my bladder there I imagine it was her face, turned upwards to receive my dark golden stream of piss with eyes and mouth open. She gasped a little when I grabbed her by the hair and started to force her to her knees. Desperately she shook her head and her eyes begged me not to do it. She made no effort to get up though. I took my cock out and stood over her.
"Suck it bitch!" I said and gave it two strokes before slapping it against her lips. Her lips parted willingly, perhaps even thankfully because I had decided to not piss on her and ruin her having dinner with mom and me. I was tempted but I'd never hear the end of mom's question about why Miranda had left.
I fucked her mouth slow and deep at first then faster and faster, wanting to take as much time as I had on my hands before mom would call for us. Miranda's eyes teared up and drooled as my cock invaded her mouth quite harshly. She leaned forward as much as she could to avoid getting any of the drool on her dress. I don't know how long I managed to hold out, fucking her face for as long as I did but I didn't finish until I heard mom calling our names. I pushed my cock all the way down Miranda's throat and shot my load before pushing her aside.
She coughed up most of the cum and used some leaves to wipe her face. While she cleans herself up as much as she can with just leaves I let her know that after dinner I Will take her back to the stone and piss on her before fucking her ass again. She closes her eyes and nods. I raise my hand as if to slap her face and laughs when she flinches.
When we got back to the porch where mom had set the table for three Miranda excuses herself and asks to use the bathroom to freshen up a bit. Mom smiles and winks at her as it is obvious from Miranda's dishevelled clothes and hair that we've had "a bit of fun" while we were gone. As we waited for Miranda to return mom smiled at me and said, "I knew you two would get along nicely." I just shrugged casually and started plating up some mashed potatoes and meatloaf. Mom gave me a look as if to say that it was rude to start before the guest had sat down at the table and been served. I didn't care much and started to eat.
When Miranda came back she sat down quietly opposite me and mom served her a large plate of mash and meatloaf with some gravy on the side. Mom probably thought she was a bit on the skinny side and needed to eat more.
The conversation that followed was pretty awkward with mom asking all kinds of nosey questions, me sighing with annoyed boredom and Miranda awkwardly trying her best to answer mom's questions without annoying me too much. Still the overall feeling from mom and Miranda was that they both seemed to think of Miranda as my girlfriend. I just wanted to slap them both hard across the face and make them fucking eat each other out while I fucked them both in the ass one after the other. I finished my dinner quickly and without a word got up, grabbed my walkman and walked off.
I went to the back of the house and sat down on a tree stump waiting for Miranda to finish pretending to be my girlfriend. I lit a cigarette and put my headphones on. I managed to get through the rest of Unknown Pleasures and all of Closer which was on the flipside of the cassette before Miranda finally did show up. She looked a little scared when she saw me sitting there just waiting for her.
