New Beginning

Miranda had been single for just over two weeks. Two glorious weeks of parties, girl-"dates", movies with friends, and relaxing by the pool. It was too cool to swim just yet, but she sure didn't mind putting on a skimpy little suit and flaunting it in front of the new lifeguard as she and her friends tanned on the deck.

Yesterday, the guy at the refreshment bar had given her a drink for no charge. The other girls had paid for theirs, but he only winked at Miranda and told her he would see her later.

She was normally pretty shy. Even though she felt her cheeks warm at his wink, she made sure to shake her bikini-clad tush as she walked away with her friends.

In fact, she was enjoying her freedom immensely, which was a surprise since she hadn't wanted it. She'd been dumped by her ex of six years, her high school (and middle school, and maybe elementary school too if truth be told) sweet heart over a busty blonde and some pictures she'd confronted him about. Imagine! SHE had confronted HIM for cheating, with proof, and then HE dumped HER!

"You're not thinking about that loser, are you Mir?" Her friend Ally asked from the next lounger. "Because you're doing that chewing-your-cheek thing.." She narrowed her eyes with suspicion.

"No," Miranda said, too quickly, and tried to think about something else. "I was thinking about heading to the bar to see if McHotty is working," Miranda quickly lied.

Ally's eyes widened in surprise. "Ooooh," she said, "Well in that case! Why not ask him if he's going to the party tonight? It wouldn't make things obvious, it would just, you know, let him know that YOU were going to the party and then..." she trailed off waggling her eyebrows with hidden meanings.

"Gross Ally," Miranda laughed in fake surprise, "I think he's in college," she waggled her eyebrows right back, thinking of the adventures SHE would be having there at the end of the summer. "Wait, are we going to another party tonight?"

"Duh! Rich's grad party? At the lake? Remember? Definitely can't miss it."

"Oh," Miranda sighed. There had been so many grad parties this week. She almost started chewing her lip again, but stopped herself before Ally could notice. Rich was good friends with her ex, Cole. Wouldn't Cole be there? Did she want to see him? Did she want Cole to see her talking to another guy? Maybe she should ask the bar guy to go after all...

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Ally had insisted on picking Miranda's outfit, which ended up being a tight, short enough to be a T-shirt, black dress and some killer slut heels. She put Miranda's hair in a messy bun on top of her head, and then picked out a pink mini-dress for herself. Miranda would not normally have worn something so skimpy, Cole would've flipped, but in the end that was exactly why she did it.

When they walked up the front steps to Rich's porch the party was already in full swing. Girls were singing at the top of their lungs on the porch, red cups in hand, while some guys played beer pong on the lawn. It looked like something just begging to get busted, but Miranda just tried her best to look confident as she entered the house.

"Hey Ally" "Ally cat!" "Whaddup Ally!" chorused around them. Ally slinked her arm through Miranda's as encouragement and edged her up the stairs. Ally was certainly the more outgoing of the two. Miranda was ever conscious as she felt her dress riding up - and she knew there was not an inch to spare in that little thing!

"Looking good Miranda," one of the football players said, sidling up beside her. "Beer?" He offered. Ally nodded and inched away so fast it made Miranda's head spin. She knew Ally's game. But tonight, she would play along.

"Thanks," Miranda said, taking the beer. She felt like she should say something else, but what would it be? "You don't look bad, yourself," she heard herself say. What a lame line! He laughed, probably already drunk. At least he wouldn't remember.

"I wish you had come out more often," he said, leaning in. The smell of beer wafted over her; he radiated it.

"Why's that?" she asked, quietly. His strong arms were suddenly on either side of her head, against the wall. Her heart raced.

"I would've liked the chance to get to know you. You know, outside of school," he said quietly. Was he for real? She hadn't even remembered his name. She felt bad..

"Aye Pete," another guy said, slapping him on the back. Ah yes, Pete, that was it. How fortunate. Sigh of relief.

"Mark," Pete said, straightening up to greet his teammate.

"Pong game's on, you want in?" Mark asked. Pete turned to Miranda and smiled. He was gorgeous.

"I'll catch you after the game, okay?" Pete asked, and was led into the crowd just like that.

Miranda was left alone in the sea of people, looking for Ally. She was a social butterfly and by now could be anywhere.

"What was that?" She heard, close to her ear.

"What was what?" She retorted at the familiar voice. She would not let Cole ruin this night.

"That - with that JOCK just now." He spat the word.

"You dumped me." She said, "I'll talk to who I want."

"I guess you'll wear whatever you want too. And show off whatever you want." He demanded.

"Uh, yeah. That's what being broken up is, Cole." She answered. Her response was designed to make him feel like a child. It seemed to be working, judging by the reddish-brown color he had turned.

Miranda surprised herself by having the strength to walk away, swaying her hips in the hopes he would notice how little she actually was wearing. She wanted the image burned in his mind so that he would know what all the other guys, and girls for that matter, would be seeing the rest of the evening. She walked right up to the beer pong table where Pete and his friend were getting ready to play. She saw Ally standing nearby with a group of girls and had an idea.

"Let's play teams," she suggested playfully. Maybe Ally will play on Mark's side?" Mark looked thrilled.

"I'm proud of you Mir," Ally said, but to hide her true meaning she added "Preparing to take on someone like me? Honestly." She winked, and the game was on. She had seen Cole slink off, but she tried to put it out of her head.

They lost the game, by a land slide. Miranda had never played before, and it really looked like Pete hadn't either although she suspected he was just already too drunk. She graciously surrendered the table to another couple while Ally and Mark played on. Giggling girls swooped Pete up to roast marshmallows, and Miranda, now alone, trudged toward the beach area. She thought she would just sit and watch the lake for a while. Parties were great, but they had never really been her scene.

On her way through the house toward the back yard/beach/whatever-you-call-it-when-your-yard-is-sand she started to notice how empty the house was. Everyone seemed to have migrated outside to the dancing or to the fire.

"Miranda." She heard. It hadn't been a question but a command. She signed.

"I told you I don't want to-"

"I didn't ask what you wanted," Cole pushed her against the nearest wall, which just happened to be away from windows and prying eyes. "I cant believe you are wearing this in public, showing these off," he traced his finger across her tanned, abundant cleavage, staring at her hungrily. She could feel the bulge in his pants through the thin fabric but was determined to stay strong. He had dumped her.

"You probably like people looking at them, don't you?" he asked harshly. She jumped. She could tell he was drunk, he'd never been so forceful with her, sounded so angry.

"Cole, I-"

"SHUT UP" he commanded. She immediately fell silent; shocked. "Do you wet your panties thinking about them staring at your long, bare, legs? Or do you even wear panties with something like this?" He asked, rudely. She assumed he HAD noticed as she walked away, after all. He moved his hand, the one that had previously been checking out her cleavage and put it on her thigh. "You wanted someone to notice. I noticed," he whispered, his fingers moving ever higher.

"Cole," she mumbled, scared. His fingers brushed across her black panties. Should she push him off? She didn't want to. If there was anything she missed, it was him pounding her like there was no tomorrow.

"Didn't I say shut up? Or should I shut you up? It looks like you need some fucking lessons in fucking knowing who the boss is around here!" In one swift motion he pushed her to her knees. She gasped.

His hands moved swiftly to the button on his jeans, then his zipper, then the hard cock she knew he'd been concealing.

"Cole there are so many people here," Miranda whimpered. Anyone could just walk in-"

"And then they'll see that I own the little slut running around dressed like a bitch in heat. I know. It's just a risk I'll have to take." He growled. "Open." He demanded, holding his dick at the entrance to her mouth. She couldn't explain why, exactly, but her mouth sprang open without her permission and she waited as his cock pressed back into her throat. "MMMMH" he sighed as she started to slurp on it.

For the most part, he fucked her face. She didn't have to move much, because he was holding her head and bucking like there was no tomorrow. She felt his balls swinging, sometimes hitting her in the neck. "SLUT" he grunted periodically.

She gagged, trying to keep up with her tongue, but his thrusts were starting to get erratic. She knew what that meant. She could hear voices in the living room; she was terrified someone would walk in and see her like this. No - terrified someone would walk in and see her with Cole. No - that wasn't it. She didn't want someone to see her with a fat dick in her mouth!

"Ah yeah you little whore, you love dick don't you? You do what I fucking tell you to, I own you. You're going to swallow this nut like a good bitch" He hissed, then he froze as he shot hot liquid to the back of her mouth. She swallowed obediently, using the excuse that she hadn't had a choice, but really she never thought twice. He pulled his dick out, zipped his pants up, and walked away.

She heard him talking to folks in the next room - she couldn't tell who. She wiped her hand across her mouth to try and make sure she hadn't drooled or let any of the jizz escape on her lips. She stood up shakily, not easily done on her high heels. She grabbed a beer from the table, and chugged it even though it was hot. She didn't want anyone to notice the semen on her breath - and she might've been a little ashamed because she realized her panties were absolutely soaked.

She didn't get much of a reprieve.

Cole walked back in the room, this time with a handful of other people. She assumed they were the ones in the living room - the voices she'd heard. Had they heard anything? Slurps? Gags? His harsh words to her? They opened beers and chatted with Cole like they hadn't.

"There you are," Cole said, as if just finding her for the first time.

"I was out back," She lied smoothly.

"Ah." he said, "Well, I'm about to head out and I know you said you needed a ride," he waited expectantly. With all these people around, what could she say? Could she call him out and call him a liar? Did she want more of what she'd had? She wasn't sure.

"Well, Ally offered me one and I don't really want to be any trouble," she covered for herself, her eyes darting to the back door.

"Oh it's no trouble! Besides, Ally left with Mark." He laughed. The others laughed. Ally and Mark, not a surprise. They had no idea what Cole would probably do to her if she agreed to -

"Come on Mir," he said with the same glint in his eye. It could only be described as evil. "Bye Miranda," several people called as I headed out front. I was hoping to catch Ally, see that she hadn't really left, that I didn't really have to ride with this scum, but Ally was indeed gone. Shit.

"I'll walk you to the truck." Cole said, obviously giving her no choice but to go with him. And when they got away from the crowd, "Don't ever disobey me and try to undermine me again. You are my PROPERTY. Don't forget it." He helped her into the truck as he said this, so that anyone watching would think he was a sweet gentleman. What a shithead.

"I'm a person, I'm not property," Miranda declared as he shut his own door and she was sure no one could hear them. He didn't answer her for several minutes. Then, he turned onto a gravel road. He took a right turn, then a left. Then, another right. He pulled onto yet another gravel road, smaller, darker. He turned the lights off and moved toward her.

"We will see about that, Miranda." He said cooly. "You are property. You're a naughty little slut, and I'm going to prove it to you right now." He jerked her dress, not at all the move she had been expecting. Since he had it pulled down from the stomach area, her big titties flopped out, completely exposed. He pinched a nipple before she had even recovered from the initial shock.

"Remember how I used to suck these big fat cow titties?" he asked her. He massaged the one he had pinched and started rolling it between his fingers. She sat there, frozen, not sure what to do. They were in the middle of nowhere.

"Remember how you used to get so wet for me Mir?" He started to massage the other tit, bending to lick the one closest to him, suckle it would be more accurate. Her body betrayed her as she moaned, goosebumps sprang up on her flesh and she arched her back - all at the same moment. She couldn't hold it together any longer.

"That's right," he encouraged, "you remember who does this to you, the one who makes you feel like this," he went back to sucking like there was no tomorrow.

"Mmmghn" she moaned again, an unintelligible sound. He hadn't taken the time to do this in so long. Her titties were so heavy and in need of attention. She knew if she stood up there would be a wet spot in his seat.

Her hand was wrenched around the door handle, so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. She'd never pulled it, though. His hand found hers there, and without ever taking his mouth from her nipple he pried her hand away and led it down her stomach and into her panties.

"Play with yourself," he whispered, turning her hand loose so that he could pull the seat lever to force her to lie down. He started to lick at the other nipple. "Play with that pussy," he encouraged, "I want to hear how wet it is."

Her fingers seemed to start moving of their own accord. She would blame it on the fact that when they'd first started dating he had made her cum with just his mouth on her titties. That's what it was. That's why her fingers were so eager to play at her wet cunt, to caress her clit for him. She fingered herself hard, just to make noise for him, so that he would keep going.

"That's right," he smiled, pushing the tits together and kneading them with his hands. I want you to make yourself cum. Go ahead, right here. Cum, baby." Growl. She hesitated, not sure she wanted to show that to him. He was a dick. She was so fucking wet, and to tell the truth her clit wouldn't wait much longer. It would probably trigger a massive orgasm either way. yeah, she could rationalize this. She moved her fingers back to the little nub and wiggled around in her seat, trying not to let herself cum yet. On some level, she didn't want to obey him. On another more animalistic level, she did want him to own her.

"Do it," he commanded, "I want to make you cum without ever touching your pussy. Think about me fucking your mouth," he whispered. It was enough. She shot over the point of no return, writhing and screaming in the truck seat, her hand between her legs, her dress pushed up and pulled down, her body bared before him.

"Such a fucking whore," he whispered, sliding back to his own side of the truck, starting it up, and sliding it into reverse.