4 comments/ 48651 views/ 25 favorites Miranda's Design By: Futalover141 Oriana was accepted to a university on Earth and had been staying with Miranda for the past few months. Now that Ori was 18, she didn't need a guardian, but still wanted to stay with her sister rather than renting her own place. She was happy to be able to spend time with her older sister now that the Reaper threat was gone and the Galaxy slowly rebuilt. Miranda was equally happy to spend time with her sister. She could finally relax and not have to worry about the Reapers or Cerberus. She didn't have to worry about Ori either now that she was under her own roof. At the moment the two of them were sitting on the couch watching Television. They both loved watching "C-Sec" the show where camera drones follow C-Sec officers around and film them catching criminals on the citadel. They both giggled as two Turian and three Human officers tackled a Krogan to the ground for threatening a Hanar diplomat. "Wow, i'm surprised they were able to get him to the ground." Ori commented. A few minutes passed and they arrested an Asari prostitute. Her tits were practically bursting out of her tight top and her mini skirt barely covered her ass. Oriana looked at the slut with disgust. "What a slut, why would anyone be attracted to something like that?" But something in Miranda was aroused at such a sight. She watched every bounce of her succulent breasts closely. After a moment of slight drooling and staring at the whore, Miranda caught herself and shook her head. "Uh yea...disgusting alright..." Miranda responded. What had just come over her!? She never considered herself a lesbian or even Bi before. She had never even looked at another woman that way until just a few seconds ago. Yet the second she saw that busty Asari, her pussy went moist in an instant. She decided to try to ignore her sudden lust and if it happened again she would try to figure out what was going on with her. And then all of a sudden there it was the pain in her abdomen. It had been a recurring problem the past few days and showed no signs of letting up. Each day it had gotten more painful, but oddly enough, pleasurable as well (which was what really worried her). Additionally, there was slight pressure in her butt and breasts which she couldn't deny were pleasurable as well. "Pains again? I told you, you need to see a doctor." Ori told Miranda after seeing her sister clench her stomach. "I'm sure it's nothing. It'll be gone soon." Miranda replied. "That's what you've been saying for the last week and it's still there." Miranda looked away and tried to ignore Ori's pestering to see a doctor. However, as fast as it had come, it went away. "There, you see? It's gone already." "Whatever..." Ori said, disappointed that Miranda wouldn't take her advice. Thinking of how stubborn Miri could be somehow reminded her to give Miri her birthday present. "Well now that you're feeling better, I wanted to give you this!" Ori said as she handed her sister a small gift wrapped box. "No, Ori you shouldn't have!" "Oh shush and open it." Miranda unwrapped and opened the box to find a golden heart-shaped locket inside. Miranda picked up the locket and looked at how detailed it was. There were beautiful designs embedded all over it. She opened it to find a picture of herself and Ori in it. A tear ran down her face as she looked up at Ori and gave her a hug. "It's perfect Ori, thank you." Miranda said as she put the locket around her neck. "You're welcome!" Ori said with a smile. However, this lovely moment wasn't meant to last. Suddenly the pain (and pleasure) in her abdomen returned, greater than ever. Momentarily, the pain took over. Miranda fell on the floor and rolled around trying to stop the pain. Ori went to her knees and tried to communicate with her sister, but all Miranda was focused on was the pain, the unbearable pain. "Miri what's wrong!?" But then...the pain was gone. And there was nothing but bliss. The pleasure took over and she immediately began to moan. The lust took over and she began to remove her jumpsuit. She began to play with her pussy as her abdomen, ass, and breasts experience pleasure she had never known before. Her mind became clouded with lust and bliss. She didn't care that her sister was right there, she never wanted this feeling to end! Ori could only look down at her sister, confused and slightly turned on by how hot she realized Miri was. She looked at her sister's pussy astonished. What was happening to her sister!? Miranda began to scream "Yes! Yeeess! Yeeeeeesssss!!!" Then she saw it...it burst out of Miranda's pussy in seconds. Before her was what looked like a 13 ½ inch penis. And it was her sister's! It was massive! It had to be as thick as her arm! Miranda's pussy lips formed around the huge cock until there was no trace of her former sex. As this happened Miranda wrapped her hand around her new cock and began jerking off as if she'd been doing it her whole life. The second she touched it with her hand, her pleasure amplified tenfold. She rolled her eyes in the back of her head and let her tongue hang out of her mouth as she jerked her new cock like there was nothing more important in the universe. In her clouded head, she realized she loved her cock, and was glad her pussy was gone. It felt right, it felt oh so right to be gone of that dreadful pussy. Something in her brain kicked in and made her want to love her new member, cherish it, and even worship it. Ori watch in horror and arousal as she watched her sister jack off right in front of her. She noticed something happening underneath Miri's penis. She saw two bulges begin to descend from underneath Miri's cock. They started out small, but they grew bigger and bigger with each moment until they were both the size of tennis balls. And then they dropped, held up by a tight, creamy white patch of skin. Miranda's balls had just dropped. Yet Miranda still wasn't done changing. In the next few moments, her breasts would swell up to a 28G. Her hips became even wider and her ass grew as well. In just a few minutes, Miranda had become one of the sexiest women on the planet, heck maybe even the galaxy. Even her new 13 inch appendage seemed natural on her, as smooth and creamy white as the rest of her body. Then Oriana caught a whiff of something. It was a strong musky scent. It was coming from Miranda's newly formed testicles. All of a sudden Oriana's mind began to cloud. Lust began to take over as she felt her pussy moisten and her nipples harden. She stared at Miranda's cock and testicles and then finally she pounced. She dived her head in between Miranda's thighs. She stuck her nose right up against Miranda's warm ball sack and took a nice long whiff of her sister's heavenly scent and began licking and smothering her sister's balls with her tongue. She took Miri's left nut in her mouth, which was difficult to the sheer size of just one of her testicles. She continued to suck and caress her sister's balls in her mouth. Miranda may have only just got her incredible dick, but she knew she was going to orgasm soon. She loved the way Ori was playing with her balls. She was so caught up in the pleasure of it all, she didn't even care Ori was her sister. She just continued to play with her breasts while jacking off. The feelings she was experiencing was so wonderful, she'd trade anything to feel like this all the time. Oriana continued to suck on Miranda's balls when something snapped in her brain. She loved her sister's cock. She wanted to please her sister and make her feel good. And she didn't just love her; she was IN love with her sister and the beautiful meaty log in front of her. Oriana closed her eyes and leaned down to plant a kiss on the tip of Miri's member. Her lips gently touched the tip and that was all Miranda needed. As her cock began to twitch, Ori knew what was happening. She wrapped her lips around Miri's dickhead so that she could get all of her sister's creamy seed in her mouth, to prove her devotion to her. She wanted it all. Miranda's cock pulsed and emptied her spunk into Oriana's mouth. Jet after jet of hot jizz was deposited into her mouth. The taste electrified her taste buds. It was her new favorite taste. She swallowed as much as she could, the delicious cream just kept coming. After 2 minutes of non-stop cum filling her mouth, Miranda's stream stopped. With her cock beginning to soften, Miranda's mind was slowly coming back. She sat up realizing everything she had just done. In a way she was horrified, but everything she had come to realize in her clouded mind was true. If given the chance to get her pussy back she would decline in an instant. She really was in love with her new penis. It just felt right for some reason. However, she had mixed feelings about Oriana. She was her sister and she had let her play with her new testicles. Even now Ori was snuggling her dick, rubbing her cheeks up and down the length of her meaty appendage. "I love you Miri." Oriana said lovingly. "I love you too Ori." Miranda replied with a little smirk on her face. Miranda's Design Ch. 02 Miranda sat on the couch perplexed. Her sister Oriana was on the floor kissing the length of her newly grown cock. Not even ten minutes ago she had sprouted this monster while in a sexual haze of lust. She loved her new cock; it just felt right for some reason. She was even slowly warming up to the idea of having sex with Ori. Once again, the only way she could explain it was that it felt right somehow. Although she had entered a lust filled state when her cock became hard, she snapped out of it in the afterglow of her orgasm. Yet Ori had not snapped out of it. She wouldn't stop playing with her sister's cock and balls. After pondering this for a few minutes, she concluded it had to have something to do with her father. She and Oriana were genetically engineered to be the prefect daughters (at least physically) to live on his legacy (which failed). She recalled the last time she saw her father when he held Ori hostage and threatened to kill her if she wouldn't let him escape. He was then skillfully shot by... ...Shepard... Suddenly, her cock became fully erect at the thought of the handsome and rugged commander. Her mind suddenly became hazy once more and the only thought on her mind was sex and pleasure. She began rubbing her huge breasts and licking her hardening nipples. She was lost to her own sexual desires. "Oh god, yesss...Shepard, give me that big cock of yours..." Upon seeing her sister's dick erect once more, Ori screamed in delight and started smothering her sister's cock in saliva as if possessed. She licked up and down the 13 inch shaft with love and devotion to her sister. She wanted to please her in any way possible. She continued to lick and suck her sister's beautiful member. She began to play with Miri's hefty, yet smooth and creamy white ball sack. There was something about her balls...something that made Ori want to dedicate her life to her sister's balls. They were precious gifts to the universe. She began to plant light kisses on those balls and slowly made her way up the underside of the cock. She then began to try her best to take as much of her sister's cock in her mouth as possible. Miranda, in her own fantasy land, was obsessing over Commander Shepard. His rugged good looks, his muscles, his bravery, and charisma. His cock. She may or may not have occasionally watched him undress through hidden cameras in the commander's room. She had the perfect picture of his cock, around 8 inches, big and juicy. She played with herself many a night to the image of him fucking her over and over again. She imagined them kissing passionately. She slowly pulled his shirt over his head... But when the shirt came off, it was no longer Shepard. Oriana was standing there shirtless, her perky B-cup breasts exposed. At first it confused Miranda, but she quickly got over it and began kissing her sister. Ori's jaw was beginning to get sore. She would have gladly kept sucking and licking regardless, but she decided it was time to give Miranda what she really wanted. Oriana climbed on top of Miri and straddled herself above her sister's huge cock. She lowered herself onto Miri's cock, her pussy struggling to fit the massive dick inside. It took a little effort, but eventually she was able to get the dickhead inside her snatch. Miranda was in bliss. No longer in her fantasy land, she was focusing on solely her sister's tight pussy. "God yes...Ori , you're so tight!" Miranda moaned. Without warning, Miranda shoved about half her cock into Oriana. They both screamed in delight together. Neither of them felt any pain, only physical and mental pleasure of what was transpiring. Miranda began pounding away at Ori's pussy. They were both in sync together, in perfect harmony. Then a voice reached out to Miranda in her head. "Cum. Cum inside of her." The voice said. "Who are you?" "I'm you Miranda. I've been locked away in your sub-conscience for years." "What do you want?" "I simply want to guide you...us...Now I want you to cum. Fill your sister's womb with your seed." "But she's my sister!" "You're already fucking her. Besides...she is completely devoted to you. Pleasing you makes her happy; don't you want her to be happy?" "Yes..." "Well, impregnating her will make her happy." "Won't the baby come out...weird? She is my sister..." "No, it will not. Trust me. Now cum." "Yes...I want to cum...I want to cum in Ori! Yes! YESSSSSS!!! At that moment, Miranda impregnated Oriana. Miranda's Desire She was sitting nervously on the plastic bucket shaped chair, her eyes flicking back and forth to the door; the office door; the office door with 'her' name on. It was a quiet Friday afternoon, the clock on the wall read almost 4:30 pm, the school unnaturally quiet, all but deserted, the majority of the staff, and all of the pupils having escaped for the weekend. Apprehensively she sat outside Ms Gardiner's office, feeling agitated, uncomfortable, twitching, and fiddling with her fingers. She chewed her lip, biting down slightly too hard, tasting the metallic tang of blood on the tip of her tongue. Finally she summoned the determination, and, slipping the envelope out of her bag, she knocked on the office door. "Come in", the voice from inside, oblivious, unaware of the apprehension going through the girl's mind. Slowly, she pushed open the office door, little chance of going back now. Her heart in her mouth she stepped inside and let the door close behind her. "Hi Miss, erm, are you busy?" looking at the floor, able to glimpse, beneath the desk, a view of Ms Gardiner's legs. The tension in her stepped up another notch. Ms Gardiner was sitting at her desk, finishing her paperwork for the week. Out of hours, she had discarded her jacket, which was slung over the chair in the corner. She wore a tight, white blouse, the full size of her impressive breasts highlighted by the fit and the tautness of the material. Her legs were crossed beneath the desk, revealing the slit in the skirt, and her shapely nylon-clad legs. "No not busy Miranda, have a seat, how can I help?" " Thank you." She moved to the indicated chair, her hands trembling, sitting down quickly to try and hide her frayed nerves. Facing Ms Gardiner, she leaned back into the chair, crossing her legs, exposing her lower thighs, clad in opaque, patterned tights, desperately trying to appear in control, nonchalant even. She had not changed after school, and was still wearing her grey tartan skirt, white blouse, and black blazer. For a moment the only sound was that of pen scratching on paper. Finally, Ms Gardiner put down her pen and turned to face the student, slid her glasses back up her nose, an expectant look on her face. "I'm not sure I know how to begin Miss," the student smiled nervously, slightly unsettled, fidgeting with an envelope. Ms Gardiner rested her hand on her chin to lean nearer, "It's ok Miranda, take your time, you're not being bullied are you?" She paused briefly, seeing the student fidgeting again with the sealed envelope. "Is that something you want me to see Miranda?" her movements indicating the letter. Miranda tried to speak but her mind would not shape the words that needed to come out; the words she had rehearsed a million times. Finally, "I'm confused Miss..." her eyes hesitantly flicking towards Ms Gardiner. The teacher leaned in closer to Miranda, looking concerned, her cleavage visible between the open buttons at the top of her blouse. "What is it Miranda? Confused about what?" " Sex," she whimpered, softly gulping, the subject broached, all bridges burned. "I have been with a couple of boys and... well I felt nothing... but well, you know, they never lasted that long, but I felt... well, I still felt nothing..." Ms Gardiner nodded concern evident on her face. "It's okay, just as long as you're not at risk Miranda. Anything you say I can, and will keep confidential, you know I won't blab don't you Miranda?" A soft comforting smile on her full lips; "Besides, you know, you're still young and sex is something that takes practice". "But..." as Miranda smiled softly, nervously",I went to a New Year's Eve party and we played truth or dare and I had to go to a cupboard and kiss who ever was stood in there. Well the room, the cupboard was dark, no-one spoke, but my lips found theirs," a pause, a gasp, her eyes dropped from those of her teacher, "found hers". "Well that's not unusual" was the reply. Her tone of voice calming, relaxing, comforting, as she tried to reassure, thinking this is just another ordinary teen worry. Miranda continued her story; Ms Gardiner just listened, nodded, injecting the occasional comment, a little surprised but she kept it under control. "...and we kissed for ages, I still don't know who it was, but I left that cupboard not knowing who it was feeling so very flushed, you know, aroused. Since then all I have wanted to do was to see her again, to kiss her, to know who it was, to find her and well, you know, go further," her voice trailed off, her heart poured out without realising, and certainly not to her well-honed plan. "It aroused you?" the teacher asked innocently. "Miss, you know when you have a real good kiss, a good snog, you get all aroused, you know wet, tingly, down there you know at your fanny, inside." Finishing the sentence she looks at Ms Gardiner wanting a reassuring reply. Ms Gardiner smiled, nodded, blushed, dropped her gaze momentarily as she heard her student use that word, that term. "But Miss," blushing, the words tumbling from her, "I've never ever been aroused like that before or since just by kissing; not even when fucking..." "It's perfectly natural Miranda," replied Ms Gardiner, trying to regain her composure, bring the conversation back to a less emotional footing. "Many of us go through same sex experiences and it's all part of developing and understanding our sexuality..." The teacher paused. Miranda broke the silence, "Miss?" she gulped. "Yes?" "It's rumoured that you are, well, you know, maybe gay. Is it true?" With slight embarrassment, Ms Gardiner smiled, skillfully ducking the question that had been inevitable through her whole teaching career, "And where are these rumours coming from?" "Oh the sixth form common room I think," unnerved by the sidestep. Ms Gardiner just nodded, a knowing almost supercilious smile on her face, trying to disguise the rapid beating of her heart, "And you believe them?" "I'm not sure..." Miranda replied, suddenly regaining confidence, offering Ms Gardiner the letter, "but maybe there's a possibility that it might be..." "Is there now? And what is this Miranda? You want me to read this now?" "I guess you should..." Slowly and with some hesitation, Ms Gardiner took the letter, slowly opened it and started to read. The Headmaster Mirton High School Julesby England. Dear Sir, I am writing on behalf of my daughter, Miranda Ward, who has made some startling comments regarding one of the teachers at the school, a Ms J. Gardiner. I have met this teacher on numerous occasions including parents' evenings, and I find these accusations a trifle absurd. However, my daughter's well-being is of the utmost importance to me and as such it behooves me to bring these incidents to your attention. As she read the letter, her face dropped, a sinking realisation of the full implications of the letter, as she continues to read. Miranda has brought to my attention the fact that Ms Gardiner may be homosexual. Although having no personal issue with such practices, I feel the incidents brought to my attention by my daughter become far more serious when viewed in light of this revelation. The look on her face slowly turned to a mixture of shock and bewilderment as she muttered to herself whilst reading further. Miranda has reported that on a number of occasions Ms Gardiner has touched my daughter's shoulder, her lower thigh, and pressed her breasts against my daughter in a most unseemly and deeply disturbing way. This over-tactile manner has been observed by Miranda and a large number of her female peers. "But these are lies Miranda, why, why, why would you do this?" she continued to read, her expression despairing. Additionally, Miranda claims that Ms Gardiner's attention towards her has caused her peers to comment that my daughter is Miss Gardiner's favourite student, and that their relationship may be more then platonic. This situation is causing my daughter a good deal of distress leading to her poor attendance of late. I expect you to investigate this affair fully, and help clarify any misunderstandings that may exist between Ms Gardiner, my daughter and other members of the school. I look forward to hearing your reply, and Miranda and I will be more than happy to visit the school, to see you and the Chair of the Board of Governors regarding this matter. Yours faithfully Mr Ward "That is a copy Miss Gardiner. I have another letter in here to be posted tomorrow morning," she whispered, her anxiety apparent. "But, but, but... Miranda, why? What have I done? None of this is true and you know that!" "Is it all lies?" Miranda replied softly, daring to challenge her teacher by looking her straight in the eyes. Ms Gardiner looked at Miranda, the shock, the look of disbelief weighing heavily on her face. "I would beg to differ on some of those issues being lies Miss," Miranda's confidence grew the more she spoke. "Like what Miranda?" she demanded, her voice filled with anger, with rage, aware that this pupil was making serious, career-ending allegations. "Your breasts Ms Gardiner; when you lean over my shoulder, you regularly press your breasts onto my shoulders, together with some other girls." "But that is just because my breasts are well large; I am a 36DD after all." "But how come none of the boys make the same comment. In fact they have noticed it and feel left out, and you wonder why there are rumours that you may possibly be gay," Miranda paused slightly as if to regain her composure, "Ms Gardiner, contrary to popular belief, some of the students, the pupils do talk to each other about these sorts of issues." This is just ridiculous; I don't have to listen to this puerile adolescent rubbish." "No? Have you ever been stared at by a man, who seems to be mentally undressing you?" "Well of course I have." "And how Does it Feel Miss?" "Uncomfortable, especially if you're not in the mood for it and, or it us unwanted attention. Look Miranda where is all this going?" "Sometimes I, well, we feel that you do that to us Miss. Not in class but sometimes in the corridor as we walk up to you I feel that you are staring at me; through my clothes and so do lots of my friends..." "Well I guess it's just that I'm preoccupied, you know, staring into space with too much on your mind, unaware of what your features are doing?" "Would that be thinking of what it would be like to fuck a younger girl Ms Gardiner?" Miranda raised an eyebrow, although her words had far more effect than any gesture could have, "even possibly me?" "Don't be so disgusting Miranda," the teacher's face red, anger and some embarrassment at war. "No?" Miranda asked, recognising the discomfort, probing for the truth. "Miranda, I am a professional and I thought we got on, I don't know what your game is but it sickens me!" Ms Gardiner's voice more strident with every utterance, a growing undertone of panic. "You've read the letter Miss?" "Yes Miranda, but I'm sorry, I just don't understand, I don't understand at all. I mean... well," her voice trailed off, as she sat there absolutely deflated, scared, sweat gathering on her brow as her whole teaching career beginning to unravel before her. "But Miss, but... well... it is rumoured that you're gay..." "So you want to hound me out of the school for being gay? I thought better of you Miranda..." "I want to sleep with another girl... no, no... I want to sleep, I mean I want to have sex with a woman, someone older, someone experienced... caring.... pretty..." Miranda's voice quieter as the outpouring continued until she barely whispered, "Miss, I want to sleep with you," a tear ran down Miranda's cheek, as she forced out her last heart-felt plea, "I want to experience it, sex with a woman." Slowly it dawned on Ms Gardiner what Miranda's scheme was, the wind taken from her sails as she realised, "You're, you're, you're... blackmailing me? Into sleeping with you?" The teacher's tone one of pure astonishment at the turn around of what she thought was a career-wrecking situation into a potential custodial sentence. "Yes Ms Gardiner," Miranda looked down at the floor, biting her lip, a slight sly smile appeared on her lips. Ms Gardiner, looked, stared at Miranda astounded, unable really to comprehend the enormity of Miranda's scheme, the devastating effect it was likely to have upon her; her career, her life. Miranda saw the opportunity to push her advantage, "Yes Ms Gardiner, I am bi curious, and you it seems are curious about me, and some other girls in this school." Miranda stared unflinchingly straight at her teacher as she made the accusation. "I think it is all in your mind Miranda and I think this idea of yours stinks, do you have any idea what could happen to me because of this scheme of yours?" "You have very little choice Miss. The law now gives us children more rights then teachers or parents. If I accuse you, your career will finish. Even if it is found that some of that letter is false, questioning the girls will realise that some of it is not as far-fetched as you think, Ms Gardiner. Besides I have a letter ready to post to the headmaster. I can do a very good forgery of my father's signature." "You are so out of order Miranda, so out of order!" tears of frustration threatened to cascade down Ms Gardiner's florid face. "I am out of order Miss?" Miranda tossed back the accusation, the implication obvious. "So you are willing to destroy my career for what? You hate me? I have never done anything wrong by you? Have I Miranda?" Her tone had become almost pleading. "Who is the one out of order? In my mind Ms Gardiner you're the one who is out of order. You're the one that stares at the girls in her care. You're the one that masturbates over them when you are alone at home!" "Take that back!" "Take what back Ms Gardiner, the truth?" Miranda slowly stood, walked around the desk to where Ms Gardiner was still seated; stood in front of her teacher, reached out, softly caressed her cheek, "Miss Gardiner you are even more beautiful when you're angry." "What? What are you talking about? You're calling me beautiful? But seconds ago you wanted to destroy my life, what the hell is going on Miranda?" Miranda replied, a softening of her tone, "So you have never imagined being with a pupil?" "Don't be stupid Miranda; it's not worth my job." Miranda continued to lightly caress her teacher's cheek, "That's not a 'no' now is it Miss?" Slowly she leaned towards her teacher and then very lightly planted a soft kiss on her lips... a kiss troubled by inexperience, but still a soft gentle kiss. Ms Gardiner allowed a slight sigh to slip between her lips before she remembered where she was, what was happening. Quickly she jerked back her head, "Oh my god Miranda, what are you trying to do, I don't want to lose my job" the fear rising within her that she was dealing with a frighteningly unstable kid, remembering with regret the strict guidelines on seeing students alone, always feeling that it could never happen to her. "So soft Miss, such delicate lips." Miranda played her advantage for all it was worth. She continued to gently press kiss after kiss on her teacher's lips and in-between kissing she whispered to her, all the time her left hand cupping Ms Gardiner's face, carefully touching her cheek. "So soft, so silky, oh Miss please respond..." Ms Gardiner struggled to reply, catching a lump in her throat, her proximity, her lips, oh god so arousing, the anger still there, but more fear, fear of her own desires. As Miranda kissed, desperately attempting to persuade Ms Gardiner to respond, she moved her left hand, to cup her teacher's breast, cupping the fullness through the blouse, finding her nipple, softly caressing it, her young hand touching her nipple feeling it respond, feeling it grow and stiffen, pushing against the lacy bra and smooth blouse. "See Ms Gardiner you do desire someone young, you do desire me..." The teacher gulped loudly, visibly as she felt that familiar pang deep in her belly, felt herself getting wet as the liquid ache grew, the thoughts that haunt her every night becoming reality in her own office, her nipple responding against her will. "Kiss me back Miss, please... share your desire with me...." Ms Gardiner pulled away, pushed her pupil away from her, shaking her head, so confused, so aroused, so angry, so scared. She pushed her seat back and stood. Slowly Miranda looked up, looked up at her teacher whose face was a mask of confusion as she tried to speak but all she could do was stammer, "What, what, what?" "Kiss me Miss, let your true desires go, let them flow." "We're in school Miranda, we can't do this here, there're cleaners about." She stuttered, almost a whisper. "Yes we can... please Miss." She backed away slightly, her mind racing, "No Miranda, no." Miranda smiled at Ms Gardiner, with the sexiest, sultriest look she could muster. Ms Gardiner's insides turned liquid another, louder gasp involuntarily escaped her lips. "Miranda no, no, we can't, not here not now." Miranda stepped closer to her teacher, her hand moved to once again cup the side of Ms Gardiner's head as she softly guided her teacher's head around to face her, her lips so close. Miranda looked up, raised her lips to those of her teacher, "Kiss me." Confusion, mixed emotions all battling across Ms Gardiner's face, as she made to move, but stopped, hesitated, "Miranda, not here, not now. How about Saturday, we can discuss this Saturday, my house, not here Miranda not now.... oh God not now." Anything to escape this awful situation. Miranda took control, forcing her lips onto her teacher's, as she kissed her with her lips, her tongue clumsily parted Ms Gardiner's lips, sighing, pushing her lips open, swirling her tongue inside wanting to explore, wanting to feel that feeling from the party, wanting to make her teacher feel the same way. Miss Gardiner valiantly fought the temptation, despite Miranda's young body pressed against hers, despite the closeness enabling her to smell Miranda's scent. However, it's cloying sense of youth and naivety invading and defeating every modicum of resistance finally she succumbed, responded to Miranda's intent, her hands moving to hold her pupil; the kiss returned. A kiss that was tentative, yet wanton, until the sound of a mobile phone receiving a message interrupted them. Recognising the phone as hers, Ms Gardiner broke away, annoyed that real life was intruding, yet shocked by what she had just been doing. Quickly she moved away, breathless, relief flooding her system, reaching for her bag, taking out her phone, flushed and panting. "Oh my, I enjoyed that," whispered Miranda, touching her lips delicately with her fingertips, panting softly, her arousal evident, as she moved her other hand, folding, collapsing down her mobile, hoping the picture would be appropaite. Ms Gardiner desperately scrabbled in her bag for her phone, wanting to read the message in the vain hope it would transport her away from this nightmare, as she looked sharply, angrily at Miranda, "Miranda don't say that!" The icon on her phone indicated that it was a picture, a photo message. Julie Gardiner looked at her phone as it slowly appeared, her heart in her mouth, tears welled from an eye, realising she was beaten, looking at the picture of the two of them kissing, of her responding to Miranda's kiss. "I'm done Miranda, what is it that you want from me?" she asked, resigned, slumping, broken-spirited into her chair. An eerie silence descended on the room as both Ms Gardiner and Miranda contemplated what had happened, both thinking over the possible subsequent actions, their options and the out of control snowballs of consequence that would inevitably follow. Miranda's Desire The silence was broken by a resigned sigh from the teacher as she leaned back in her chair and contemplated the student before her and the situation in which she now found herself. "If this letter and that photo go to the head my career is over, even if it is untrue, you know that don't you?" Pausing briefly before continuing. "If I do as you ask, then my career is over. Either way, you've destroyed my career and my life. Why are you doing this Miranda?" The teacher's face showing howbewildered she felt, how tired, as the threats of blackmail lay heavily on her shoulders. The frank, no-nonsense tone to Ms Gardiner's voice opened a chasm in Miranda's insides as she realised the enormity of what she had done, the full consequences of her actions only then dawning on her.Ms Gardiner sighed deeply, loudly, looking dejected, "The letter, the pic, I guess now there is nothing I can do. What is it that you want from me Miranda?" Silence. "Miranda, speak to me... why, what is it you want?" "Because, you're pretty and... and... gay." she replied quietly, looking at the floor, at Ms Gardiner's calves, biting her lip nervously, all her fight, all her bravado dried up in the light of the horrific mess she has unleashed. "You want to ruin me because I'm pretty? Because I'm gay?" "No! "You can help me, teach me... I don't want to harm you.... oh God....." her eyes lifted from the floor as she registered the word 'gay'. "So you are? You are gay?" she asked cautiously, the hope oh so evident in her voice as she looked at her teacher with renewed hope of salvaging something from this wreck. Ms Gardiner just sat there, pondering, mulling over the options, shaking her head, almost in tears. "Yes yes Miranda, for fuck's sake, yes I am gay, for all the difference it makes," she conceded, anger and frustration in her voice. The smile slowly returned to Miranda's face as she raised her head, able again to look Ms Gardiner in the eyes, but seeing the tear run down her teacher's cheek reinforced the hurt she was causing. Miranda stood, walked over towards Ms Gardiner, hugged her gently, rested her head on her shoulder. "Miranda how can you do this when you are in the process of destroying my career?" "Oh god... I don't know. I don't know anything at the moment Miss..." Slowly, she leaned away from Miranda; extricating herself from the clasp of her student she made a decision. "Miranda... I think we should finish this conversation somewhere else. Do you know where I live?" "Yes Miss and its Easter in a week's time..." Miranda looked at Ms Gardiner nervously, apprehension clearly visible on her face. "First Saturday of the holidays, arrive early morning, knock, and the door will be open, don't be seen." "9 am? The buses won't allow me to get there much earlier than that." Ms Gardiner just nodded looking down feeling down, despondent; feeling as though this new show of authority, of strength, was merely a way of maintaining some dignity in the face of defeat. At least this delay would give her time to think. "See you then... I guess," as Miranda slowly turned, walked away, out through the door into the corridor and beyond into the evening spring sun. Ms Gardiner sat there alone in her office, nodding, resigned to her fate, needing the time between now and then to work out what to do, how to save her career. But, deep down at the back of her mind, there was a twinge in her mind as she looked at Miranda's young form as she walked out. "No, No, No," the only sound breaking the doom-filled silence as her mood deepened and the closer on the door finally allowed it to settle into its frame with a cushioned thud. Later that day Julie stood in the shower, letting the slightly too hot water pound off her body. She rather too forcibly rubbed shampoo into her hair and scalp and thrust her head under the water to rinse it out. Her mind just couldn't leave the scene from earlier in the day alone. She kept thinking back to it, like a child whose tongue keeps seeking out the loose tooth. Over and over she played through the whole scene, how could she have been so stupid? What was that ridiculous girl playing at? Should she go straight to the Head and tell him herself? Why hadn't she gone home early like usual? She scrubbed at her body with the shower puff, trying to exorcise every last remnant of the day from her skin, she felt so dirty, but no amount of scrubbing could solve this huge problem or alleviate the weight hanging over her head. She replayed the kiss in her mind, how dare that stupid little bitch touch her like that, cup her breast, make her mouth tingle, make her nipple respond... Julie soaped her breasts, feeling the same response as she had in her office, the nipples growing hard as the hot soapy water splashed off them, her own hands cupping them, holding them, kneading them. How dare that cow Miranda make those accusations about her staring at the girls, watching their soft young bodies sway and move? Seeing them try new and interesting ways of defying the uniform rules, shirts too tight, budding breasts pressing against tight white cotton, skirts rolled up till the hem barely brushed the bottom of their bum cheeks? How dare she suggest that she gave the girls more attention, that she let her boobs rest against their soft female shoulders rather than those of the spotty boys? Julie's hands were soaping around her tummy, her trimmed mound, thethoughts of the girls at school crowding into her mind, that kiss from Miranda, one hand now on her boob, teasing the nipple, the other hand stroking the increasingly puffy, swollen lips of her fanny, Miranda's scent haunting her, clinging to her nostrils like an enchantress's spell, the image of Miranda's face closing in towards hers, the touch of her lips, the tingle that went through her body. Julie's hands moved almost independently of thought, her fingers toying with her sensitive, delicate fanny lips. She parted them, feeling the heat within her, feeling the urge to plunge her fingers deep inside to stem that growing ache, the ache that grew regardless of professionalism or rational thought every time her thoughts strayed to Miranda. Damn that girl, her soft lips, warm hands, her sinuous body, the twinkle in her eye. That devious bitch, that photograph, how could she have let a scheming kid trick her, trap her like that. Damn! But still her fingers kneaded her breasts, parted her lips, stroked around her stiffening, throbbing clitoris. Her breath came more rapidly, her fingers and hands more forceful in their manipulation of her body. The water streaming down her, all traces of soap gone. She felt her knees weakening, that familiar feeling inside but she slowed to a stop, wanting more than a quick flick in the shower, her arousal fired yet hampered by thoughts of that bitch girl. The feel of the soft cream towel on her skin only heightened its sensitivity as she toweled off the excess water, glancing at herself in the full length mirror, the lights in her bedroom low, accentuating her curves with shadow. She massaged oil into her still damp skin, loving the feel of her ample curves, the erotic tingle of her fingertips smoothing the slick oil all over her; yet still her mind toyed with the anger she felt like a deep knot inside her. Julie lay back on the bed, eyes closed, the feel of the sheets beneath her, the feel of the air on her naked oily skin all adding to the heightened sense of touch that itched just beneath the surface. Pushing her head back into the pillow she let her fingertips trace patterns over her body, light spider web traces that tickled without making her squirm, awakening every nerve. She felt her nipples become firm, the areolae tightening, wrinkling, the liquid warmth spreading deep in her belly. Finger and thumb pinched each nipple in turn, hoping the pain would clear her mind of the anger simmering deep in her chest, sending shocks through her body, causing her to arch her back, spread her legs, bring her knees up and dig her heels into the mattress. Her other hand moved down to her moist slit, parting the swollen lips, finally dipping into the hot wet opening that had been aching for attention. Two fingers slipped easily into her tight fanny, she gasped as she felt the intrusion and the feel of her velvety tunnel enveloping her fingers. Her heels dug into the bed as she pressed the pad of her hand against her clitoris, sandwiching it against her pubic bone as her fingers dipped deeper and deeper, curling up towards that magical spot just inside. Thoughts of Miranda spun around her head, playing that kiss over and over as her fingers dug deeper, the palm of her hand crushing her clitoris exquisitely, sensations radiating through her body, remembering the touch of her lips, the feel of her hand on her breast, arousal mixing with anger mixing with shame, fingers moving faster, harder, her breath ragged, but then she slowed, hand reaching to her bedside drawer, her thoughts wanting to show that little bitch, make her pay. Her hand patted around in the drawer till it alighted on the familiar thickness of the double ended dildo that lived there. Quickly she pulled it free from the drawer, manoeuvred it between her spread and bent legs and pressed the tip to her incredibly damp opening. Slowly, savouring every inch, she fed it in to her hungry, aching fanny till almost half of it had been swallowed and she could push no more inside. For a moment she lay there, heels dug into the bed, tensing her muscles around the length of toy filling her aching sex, her mind focused on the swell of Miranda's boobs beneath her white cotton school blouse, the curve of her thighs in her regulation school tights, the swell of her bum as her school skirt brushed back and forth over it as she walked. As her thoughts swept over Miranda, her mind's eye ogling every inch of her budding young body, she moved the toy back and forth, her breathing becoming more rapid, more ragged, imagining the look of shock she could cause on the face of that spoiled brat if she could see this now. Or better still the look on her face if Julie had her in thisposition, forcing the fat plastic cock into her prim, prissy little fanny. She moved the toy deeper, faster, harder, the unused end slapping against the bed as she thrust it in and out, the only sounds in the room her ragged breathing and stifled moans of pleasure and the slushy noise of the toy back and forth in her sopping wet fanny. She imagined Miranda's hand invading her blouse, the kiss lasting longer, slipping a hand inside Miranda's blouse, her fingertips exploring the soft young breasts, all with the intention of fucking her hard like this, ramming the toy deep in her fanny. All the while she thrust the dildo back and forth, her mind whirling, the arousal outweighing the guilt and the anger as her orgasm neared, her liquid insides building, feeling the wave growing, moving the toy quicker, becoming more violent, imagining her hand moving up Miranda's thigh, roughly pulling her knickers aside, feeling that fresh young fanny, wet for her, for Julie, for her teacher, all the while the speed increasing, pounding the dildo into her pussy, wanting it to be that bitch's pussy, that beautiful, frustrating bitch. Then with a great intake of breath she came, her heels pressing down, her hips rising up, her body shuddering as she cried out, "Damn you Miranda!" as her orgasm rocked her whole body, her fanny pulsating and spasming, clutching at the thick dildo, her juices pouring from her down the crack of her bum. Her cries merged into incoherent gasps and moans and expletives as her whole body spasmed with the full force of her orgasm, her anger and her lust pitching it higher than any for a long time. Thrusting the dildo in and out, feeding the almost sated fire inside her, she peaked and began to slow, her chest red and heaving, her ears ringing, her limbs tingling. "Oh fuck!" she gasped as she let her still shuddering body relax into the bed, Miranda's face uppermost in her mind, thoughts of lust and revenge fighting and competing for dominance. The final week of school before the holidays, they both avoided each other. Miranda missed Ms Gardiner's lessons, the few times she saw Ms Gardiner in the school corridor, she turned and took an alternative route. Every day, when she saw the headmaster, or a deputy, she cringed, expecting to be asked, summoned to an office, to explain her actions. It never happened. Ms Gardiner also had an unsettled week. She spent the week in a complete haze, her mind working overtime, as she thought back to her own adolescence, the pain, and misery, weighing it against the career she had lovingly built over many long years. Finally, the Saturday arrived. Miranda woke up, not having slept well, unsure as to what the day ahead would bring. She looked at the clothes she had readied the night before, her sheer cream blouse, the darker cream skirt, buttoned down the front, and the red cardigan. Finally on top was her new bra, and thong, having been to Marks and Spencer's the day before, deciding what to buy. It was nothing special as lingerie goes, but for a girl in her late teens, it was still something special, red, and lacy. She showered, dried herself down and applied some of her mother's perfume, before slowly dressing. She took her time adjusting the bra, pulling and pushing the straps and the cups to make sure it fitted comfortably, the top buttons on her blouse unfastened, and the bottom buttons on the skirt also unfastened. Finally, she picked up a smart, casual jacket, stepped out of the house and closed the front door behind her. Taking a deep breath she headed for the bus stop. Slowly, hesitantly, she walked towards Ms Gardiner's house but approaching the gate she slowed, feeling her heart pound in the confines of her chest. Finally she reached the front door; plucking up the courage she rang the doorbell. Remembering Ms Gardiner's request, Miranda slowly pushed the door open and stepped into the home of her teacher. She replaced the latch, and the chain guard, before stepping further into the hallway, standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Ms Gardiner? Are you here?" Slowly, Ms Gardiner stirred, aroused from her fitful sleep by noise; the sound of the front door, the sound of a voice, her voice. "Oh God!" she mumbled to her self, "It's Miranda, it's Saturday, oh God," as she pushed her hair from her eyes, grabbed a robe. "Miss?" softly Miranda called out. The realisation hit Ms Gardiner, the robe pulled tight around her, the waist band tying it together. Tentatively she made her way down the stairs Miranda standing there in the hall way, a look of uncertainty on her face. "Sorry Miss. You asked me to be here early..." she trailed off, her eyes cast downwards, beginning to think this was not how she had envisaged it. Ms Gardiner just nodded, still trying to fully wake up, unsure of the implications if she was found now; in a state of undress and a pupil in her home. She pushed the hair off her face, "Sorry." She led the way into the kitchen, "Can I get you a drink?" As she walked into the kitchen the sunlight streamed through her robe silhouetting her body through the filmy fabric. Again, "Can I get you a drink?" "Tea please..." looking at the fresh coffee machine, "or coffee if that's what you're drinking Miss." Miranda nervously followed Ms Gardiner into the kitchen and sat on a stool, too confused to really appreciate the view in front of her, the sun shining through Ms Gardiner's robe, silhouetting her curvaceous body. Julie nodded as she filled the kettle and switched it on, all the while in front of the window her naked body silhouetted through the filmy fabric of her robe. "No I start the day with tea Miranda, I think I need it." A moment of silence; punctured only by the sound of the boiling kettle. Julie placed the tea bags into the pot, poured the water, replaced the lid, refilled the kettle flicked the switch for it to boil again. "Milk?" "Yes please..." she replied almost a whisper. "So glad it's the holidays. Away from the school." talking to no one in particular... Ms Gardiner went to the fridge, removed the milk, pourd a little in two mugs and returned it to the fridge, as she walked towards Miranda, handing over her cup, Miranda unable to avoid staring at Julie's nipples so erect from having opened the fridge, thrusting hard against the filmy fabric of the robe. "I wish I could be as upbeat about these particular holidays" "Why Miss," asking innocently... "Sugar?" "Thanks," as she took the tea, sipped it. "No, no sugar, thank you." "Well, I think you know why Miranda, the somewhat difficult position you have put me in, wouldn't you say?" "I guess so," looking at the floor... "Well, I am sorry. But well I am really confused...." both sipped their tea as Miranda started to talk, words tumbling from her mouth, an outpouring of all her semi-formed feelings. Soon they were both talking, neither really listening to the other as they both continued. Ms Gardiner nodded, "I know, I've been thinking about being your age." "I fucked two boys... one my age, one in his early 20's. Both seemed to ignore my feelings... sure it was fun but, well, it was all over too quick every time. They seemed too keen on their own satisfaction," Miranda continued her rant, "and then, the New Year's Eve party... I kissed quite a few people that night... it was a fun game of truth or dare; I was in the cupboard a few times..." Ms Gardiner just nodded as she stopped talking and listened to Miranda; nodding, sipping. "Kissing boys and two girls... I think..." "Uh huh." "But well as I said... the one kiss took ages, it seemed, felt normal... she was soft, sensual... did things with her tongue that no one else has." Julie nodded knowingly, seeing how the memory was affecting her pupil, she just listened. "As in sucking on my tongue, my lips and she offered me her tongue... it was so comfortable, and as we kissed, I felt my own arousal, kissing the others afterwards was a let down. So I headed home early and masturbated..." Ms Gardiner just sat there, listening, sipping her tea. "Thinking of what happened, of being with a girl, since then. I've started to masturbate so much more..." Ms Gardiner raised an eyebrow, a little surprised at how candid Miranda was being; trying not to show her surprise, trying not to show how such frankness was affecting her. "And yes, I think of boys, men but my thoughts just become focused on girls, older woman, my age and older.... I go to clubs, bars and I spend as much time thinking, looking at girls, wondering what it's like... What's it called? Sapphic love? as I do looking at the males, perhaps more so. There are some interesting web sites, nifty stories, lit erotica, all with stories about same sex." Miranda paused, took a sip of her tea, "and..." as she continued, "well I mentioned to my parents the topic of same sex... over tea one day... there had been a gay kiss in East Enders or some other soap, and I asked their opinions. It was not supportive I guess, they think it's so wrong..." Ms Gardiner listened intently, nodded, remembering the days when she was Miranda's age, unsure, unable to share her feelings. "As does Jane.... my best friend, you know her... we spend so much time together... until recently but we have drifted slightly. Now she has her first serious boyfriend, but I am sure we will pass this phase." Julie just nodded, listens intently to this rant, this confession of her feelings. "Sometimes though when we do see each other... and hug... I want to well kiss her... is that wrong?" Ms Gardiner shook her head in agreement, not wanting to talk in case she interrupted, stopped Miranda from expressing how she was feeling; perhaps she may just want someone to talk to, maybe all of this sorry plot was, is a cry for help. Miranda's Desire "We have known each other, been friends, supported each other since we were 5 or 6; so maybe 10, 12 years... and I love her.... I guess... Not like I want to marry her or anything like that but... I want to hold her, caress her kiss her. Is that wrong? Oh God Miss... is this making sense?" a tear ran down her cheek as she finished her tea. Silence descended on the room, the sound of tea being sipped echoed loudly. Slowly Julie remembered her own feelings, thoughts, the confusion in her teen years; she smiled to herself as she looked at Miranda. "Yes, yes it is, Miranda, perfect sense," as she reached out, took her hand, grasped it softly, comfortingly, "There, there. It's ok." Softly, feeling her hand being taken, Miranda smiled, "Thank you..." Julie paused as she gently squeezed Miranda's hand, "I know how you feel; it is a difficult thing to come to terms with." "I mean I don't know if I am straight, gay or bisexual. But I want to find out." "I know what you mean," she replied, nodding softly, "it is difficult and I understand your plight, I went through the same uncertainty as you're expressing." Her grip, her squeeze tightened softly as she reassured Miranda, before she stood, stepped towards her and gave her a soft hug. "Thank you Ms Gardiner... Julie" sinking into the hug she rested her head on Julie's shoulder, feeling her hair being softly stroked as she did her best to reassure, comfort Miranda; aware of the tears on her cheek. "Guess, I guess I just needed some one to talk to Miss, Julie..." She paused briefly, "Julie?" She nodded quietly as she continued to hold Miranda, near her naked body warm and smelling of bed, her soft breasts pressing against Miranda. "Yes?" "Thank you for listening..." she continued, "I'm not sure where to go from here..." Julie smiled, "well now you're here..." "But..." Miranda reached for her bag, retrieved a sealed, stamped envelope and offered it to Julie, "I guess I won't need this..." Miranda dropped the envelope on the counter, pulled away, stepped towards the tea pot, poured herself another cup of tea. "Thank you Miranda, glad I could help, and..." almost visibly relieved at the turn around of the day she felt more able to relax, be herself, "well you remind me of me you know." "I do..? When did you realise you were, may be gay Miss?" "Yes you do, the anguish, the angst, the worries about my sexuality, I was about your age but I had no one to confide in, I kept it secret, you're a resourceful girl Miranda, cruel at times, but you got me to take notice: I wouldn't have had the bottle at your age: and I guess I owe it to myself and all the other girls in this position to help you..." Softly, Miranda smiled, looked at Julie, "Thank you... I think I just needed to talk to someone. I am not sure what lies ahead of me..." "Yes, I guess you did, and Miranda I'm glad it was me." "as far as relationships go" sipped the last of her tea, finishing the mug. "But you feel better for talking?" "Yes I do...thank you for listening." pausing heavily. Another tear escaped her eye, "And I guess have been rude, unkind to you... with that letter... I'm really sorry...please accept my apologies..." Julie shook her head, "Its ok, it was a desperate cry. Miranda, you know what you were saying back in my office a week ago?" "About what in particular Miss... seems that sounds silly.... may I call you Julie? We spoke about a lot that afternoon in such little time, too." "Of course, well the reason you wrote the letter" (unable to bring her self to say what she really meant.) Miranda nodded, "I think so..." looking slightly confused."What you wanted me to do for you," as Julie's eyes look down. "Well... guess I did. Still do..." "Well, I've thought about it a lot this week..." "But, well, it's not right for you, Julie. After all if we got caught..." Miranda interrupted but then saw that Julie hadn't finished. Julie shook her head, "You deserve a better start than me, and you deserve the chances I didn't get..." her voice trailed off, unsure how to finish off her sentence, how to say the unsayable, she looked away, Miranda's legs in view. "So... were you intrigued... Julie?" She nodded slowly, "I've considered what you said, and if you still want to..." she left the sentence hanging. "Julie, oh god Julie..." The two of them looked at each other, confusion, apprehension, on both faces. Miranda sighed heavily, gulped as what has just been said sank in, the realisation... "Oh god, you're serious aren't you? You're almost old enough to be my mother... and you want to sleep with me?" "If you want to," she repeated, continuing, "but that wasn't a nice way to put it," she laughed, partly a nervous laugh to help release some tension. "But I have always I guess been intrigued with girls your age, but as a teacher, well I have to consider my career." "Julie?" Miranda asked, her voice all nerves, unsure what to say how to proceed. Julie's voice, "Please look at me Miranda..." Slowly Miranda met Julie's gaze, "I think you deserve an opportunity I was denied when I was your age, I didn't come to terms with it until I was in my twenties and I don't want you to struggle from the age of eighteen with this, so... if you want it to be me, then, well I am willing to do that for you, for us even." As the two girls gazed at each other, Miranda's hands moved to her blouse. Her heart beat so fast, pounded at her ribs; she looked Julie in the eyes... as with some hesitation she slowly started to unfasten the buttons on her blouse. With this movement, the tension in the room seemed to lift ever so slightly. Julie watched, almost like a rabbit caught in headlights; this was all so taboo, yet it was what she had dreamt of every night for as long as she could remember, not necessarily with Miranda but now it was happening right here in her house. Aware that she had Julie's full attention, she removed her red cardigan, before returning her fingers to the buttons, slowly undoing, exposing the red bra under her blouse as she slowly unfastened them. Her blouse, as if an orange peel, opening, exposing the content underneath. Finally she pulled the hem from the waist band of her skirt; opening the blouse, peeling it back off her shoulders, exposing her torso and her bra. Sat on her stool, Julie's eyes transfixed by the soft pale skin slowly being revealed. She watched Miranda turn and walk out of the door, wondered where she was heading. She saw Miranda turn to start climbing the stairs and, as if being pulled by invisible strings, she stood and followed, hypnotised by the sway of Miranda's hips. "Top of the stairs turn right into the back room Miranda." Miranda reached the top of the stairs and stepped into the main bedroom, the large bed before her, still unmade from when Julie was dragged out of her slumber an hour or so ago. Miranda hesitated as she crossed the threshold, looking around at the room, bright and airy, erotic pencil sketches on the walls, coupling ladies in artistic, erotic detail. Aware of Julie's closeness, she stepped further into the room, turned to face her as she sat herself down on the edge of the bed. "I think this is the place for us to consummate our friendship, don't you Julie?" Julie stood in her own bedroom doorway, breath and heart caught in her throat, looking at Miranda, in her red bra sitting there, in the very place she had most fantasised about, the reality almost overwhelming, her own room transformed into some kind of dream state. Miranda sat on the bed, her smile soft, shy; the assertive, almost bitchy girl a week ago completely disappeared, leaving a shy, nervous little thing. It dawned on Julie, as she smiled, that the balance was back with her, recognising the uncomfortable, confused girl that she had been at eighteen. The two just stared at one another, at the beauty of each other, and the realisation of what was happening, what was to come. Miranda gulped, loudly, visibly. Slowly, Julie moved to stand before Miranda, feeling the sun on her back, standing in front of the window in silhouette, the sun revealing her curves to Miranda through the filmy fabric. She breathed in deeply, hesitantly, before, with almost surgical precision, she unfastened the belt holding her robetogether. "Oh God Julie..." Julie smiled as comfortingly as she was able, as slowly the robe was opened, her full breasts exposed, she slipped the robe from her shoulders, let it gently fall to the floor, her naked body, full heavy boobs, trimmed mound, fully visible. "Oh god, you're beautiful, so much more appealing then a straggly hairy male..." she giggled, overawed, nervous, as she began to realise what she had let her self in for. "Thank you, so was this worth all the aggravation you caused young madam? I hope that I'm not a disappointment to you after all this time." Slowly, softly Miranda stood, still in her bra, skirt, took a tentative step towards Julie. She reached out, lightly touching, cupping. "Touch what you want, get to know it, explore. I am your teacher after all, you are here to learn!" a soft smile played on her lips as she felt the power swing back in her favour. Miranda's hands roamed over Julie's naked form, cupping her breasts softly, tentatively. Julie placed her hands on top of Miranda's trapping them against her full breasts, causing Julie to shiver, as Miranda's naive eager young hands sent thrills through her. "How does that feel Miranda? You like?" As she held Julie, cupping her breasts, feeling her hands on top of hers, Miranda just nodded, too lost for words, the feelings within her too overwhelming to express in words. "Yes Miss..." having forgotten that they had agreed to call her by her first name. "Please call me Julie, Miranda." She nodded softly, "Sorry Julie it's just that you referred to yourself as my teacher, it kind of threw me." Miranda's eyes looked back down; her field of vision suddenly seemed dominated by those breasts. She gulped, hesitated, and then slowly flattened her tongue, leaned forward and then she was licking them, those breasts, the ones she had tried to imagine naked whilst staring at them in class; she was moving her tongue up...higher over those astonishing, uplifted breasts. She found a nipple, so HARD.....softly she licked, kissed, flicked her tongue over the hard nipple, felt and heard Julie gasp, sigh, her hands pulling Miranda onto those magnificent breasts. Julie's urges became wanton, almost overpowering, as she felt Miranda's tongue slide down, hovering over her erect nipple, her warm breath over her nipple sending tingles through out her body, Miranda then extended the warm, wet tip of her tongue and softly flicked JUST the hard end. Softly, remembering how she likes to flick her own nipples as she masturbates, she continued, flick.....flick....flick...in a slow rhythm... her eyes never leaving Julie's gaze, as her other fingers flattened....and slid down along her tummy. She sensed her teacher's breathing become heavier and heavier. She whispered up to her, as she flicked again and again, "Been wanting this... wanting you...." But then as she traced her fingernails down Julie's tummy and caressed her she reached the trimmed fanny of her teacher and suddenly her confidence evaporated. "Oh God..." she was blushing, "how do you... well... you know... like it?" "Well you are here to learn aren't you? Maybe you should make yourself naked like me? If you would be comfortable like that?" Miranda stepped back, still meeting the gaze from her lover, her fingers reached down, slowly unfastened the buttons... one... two... three... before she pushed down, wriggled out of the skirt letting it fall, exposing the matching red thong. Slowly Miranda turned, as if offering the clasp of her bra to Julie. Julie's breath caught as she reached out and carefully, skillfully released the clasp. Cupping her bra cups, Miranda turned back to face her teacher..."Ready Julie?" Only a nod in reply. She looked her teacher in the eye, felt Julie return the gaze. Miranda leant forward, let her shoulder straps slide off, let the bra fall from her hands, her arms, the red material having served its purpose fell to the floor. Julie gasped, transfixed, whispered, "So beautiful... and your thong?" the sound of so much hope in her voice. "It's all yours," Miranda said as she sat on the edge of the bed and watched Julie kneel before her, slipping her warm hands along Miranda's thighs towards her hips, sliding her thumbs beneath the waist of the thong. Julie felt Miranda gracefully lift her bum, aiding her, as her fanny was finally exposed. The thong caught between her cheeks and then sprang clear as Julie guided it down those young, slim, soft legs; let it drop after guiding it off her feet. Julie continued to kneel, looking at her new lover, parting her legs and positioning herself between them, she admired Miranda's naked form, her gorgeous fanny revealed as her legs slowly parted, the tender soft lips glistening ever so slightly where they met. Miranda's breath was a little quicker than usual, her heartbeat strong in her chest, she could feel her pulse racing in every part of her body as, looking down at her teacher, her lover, she said, "I'm yours Julie..." Smiling, Julie reached up, and traced a line starting from Miranda's neck, slowly, lightly using her finger nails, down to her delicate breasts, across her flat stomach, to the top of her fanny, close to her clitoris; a shiver through Miranda's body, the caress almost a tickle. Julie continued, tracing her fingernails so lightly along the tops of her thighs, parting them further as Julie lowered her head. Miranda opened her legs fully, lying on her back on the unkempt bed, feeling Julie gently kissing softly along her inner thighs feeling herself becoming more aroused than she'd ever been; so intense; she lifted her legs, gripping her own knees as she pulled them towards her chest, exposing herself fully to Julie. Julie gasped at the incredibly sexual way in which Miranda exposed herself, she felt that familiar liquid tingle deep in her own fanny, as her hands continued to stroke the backs of Miranda's thighs as she softly leant in and breathed on her vulnerable, glistening fanny and ass. Miranda, in response to those soft breaths of air, shuddered lightly. "Is this what you want Miranda?" Julie looked up, met Miranda's gaze, saw her nod, a soft smile upon her lips. "Yes Julie," she replied softly; "can't you see how aroused I am? No boy, no male has got me this aroused, this wet." Julie didn't reply, but rather she slowly and gently leant in closer and with the very lightest of touches traced a line with the very tip of her tongue, starting by slowly circling her ass, moving up over Miranda's perineum, very lightly along the join between her lips to the hood of her clit. "Oh god, oh fuck," Miranda gasped as she squirmed under the soft caress. Julie continued, moved her head down, repeated the motion slowly, delicately; the lightness of her touch gradually becoming firmer, more insistent, the tip of her tongue parting Miranda's lips; feeling her respond, feeling her shudder, her hips beginning to rock, pelvis urging upwards against the tip of Julie's tongue, her nose, her chin, as she still held her legs up out of the way, not wanting anything to stop, to prevent the amazing sensations her teacher, her mentor was creating within her. Finally, she let go of her legs, planting her feet firmly either side of Julie, pushing her hips up to meet the face that was giving her so much pleasure; her hands turned into fists as she gripped the duvet, her body squirmed, arched, her hips gyrating, matching the movements of Julie's dexterous tongue. Gauging Miranda's response, Julie parted, separated her puffy, glistening lips using her tongue, licking slowly along each lip then down again to her ass, circling, teasing, then back up over her perineum, her lips soft beneath her tongue, then up to her hood, using the tip of her tongue to delicately tease Miranda's stiffening, hardening clit out from beneath its hood. Julie's tongue made long sweeps, flat wet and warm all the way from Miranda's ass, over her perineum, the soft wet mushy opening of her fanny to her tingling, throbbing clit. Gasps and moans escaped Miranda's mouth as she squirmed, feeling Julie's tongue against her body, her skin, her fanny. Amazed at the softness, the lightness of touch, Julie's incredible ability to layer another sensation on top of the last, relishing her expertise, her devotion; so utterly different from the hasty, perfunctory proddings of those boys. Miranda rocked her hips faster; her rocking movements matching the rhythm of the tongue that is giving her so much more pleasure than she could ever have imagined. She took her time, with slow deliberate strokes, Julie continued licking, covering her entire fanny, knowing she was making Miranda more and more aroused as she felt her wetness increase, felt her movements quicken, heard her breathing become more ragged, quicker; Julie adjusted the motion of her tongue accordingly, playing Miranda's sex like an exquisite instrument, moving her hands from her thighs round to her cheeks, a finger slowly moving to rest against her ass, her tiny puckered ass that was moist from her arousal running down; another finger rested against Miranda's sopping fanny, neither finger entered, both just rested at those delicious entrances. "Oh god, take me...TAKE ME!" Miranda cried, as the touch of those fingers combining with the feeling of her clit being lapped and licked and sucked sent her to ever more dizzy heights of pleasure. Julie smiled as she gently increased the pressure of her fingers, resting them more firmly, feeling Miranda's fanny wetly open, the motion of her hips making it seem as though Miranda was trying to suck Julie's fingers deeper inside her sopping fanny, her ass less obviously yielding but still slowly accepting the tip of the finger as the tip of her tongue circled Miranda's clit. Miranda's breathing quickened, intensified. Her gasps more pronounced until eventually Miranda's anus accepted just the tip of Julie's finger, gripping it tightly, accompanied by the loudest gasp yet, as her fanny wetly sucked Julie's other finger deeper inside; tongue still circling, lapping her clitoris. As Julie's fingers pushed home their gentle probing; the three pronged attack, Miranda's body wilted under it, her gasping turned to shuddering as her body tensed and finally exploded in a thunderous climax. Not prepared to take any prisoners, Julie didn't relent, pressing her fingers deeper into the soft sensitive holes of the bitch, feeling her tight young ass yielding more under her finger, wet from her running juices, sliding it ever further inside the tiny tight ass, her other finger inside her fanny, curling upwards, now accompanied by a second, both stroking as it spasmed and contracted around them, her mouth still sucking relentlessly on her clit. Miranda's body bucked and writhed, unaware that such extended, elongated pleasure was possible, the feelings so close to pain as she felt Julie delve deeper in her, her mouth, her fingers relentless, pushing her further, further until she felt her body tense again, a cry trapped in her throat as her second orgasm took her even more by surprise than the first, her young cries and movements so honest, so arousing, so satisfying to Julie. "Oh God. Oh fuck..." gasped Miranda as Julie slowed her ministrations, let Miranda down from her peak. Julie smiled as she watched what lay before her, watched Miranda's body relax in the post orgasmic glow, a blush covering her body, her breathing gradually subsiding, her shudders reducing, her spasms more infrequent, her twin holes releasing Julie's fingers which slipped wetly out of her.