5 comments/ 22079 views/ 0 favorites Strange Way to Get the Girl Ch. 01 By: SummerHighlandFalls Fairly standard disclaimer: All characters participating in sexual acts are over 18. This is my first story, for a public audience. Feedback is strongly encouraged, as I want to be the best writer I can. This segment is fairly lengthy (at least it felt that way while typing it) and doesn't get to any sex until the end, so please bear with me. This story is also cross-categorical, falling into Group, Lesbian, Erotic Couplings, Romance, and possibly others. There is definitely more to this story, if there's an interest. ************ "Ok, so which one of the quadruplets was it?" "Hmm?" Despite the fact that Beth had invited herself over after hearing me on the phone, since she could tell that I needed cheering up, I had yet again drifted off into my own little world. "I said 'Which one of the quadruplets was it?' All four of them have been hovering around you since the year started, and I've seen you watch at least two of them during the choir rehearsals every week. I know you Jeff, and I know you're to depressed for something not to have happened. So which one was it?" Beth was my best friend at university, and could practically read my mind. We had shared many interests, and lived in the same dorm, so our friendship grew very quickly. It had forayed into a romantic relationship for a while, but then she realized she was still in love with her ex- and felt that she was being unfair to me, so she broke it off, and they got back together. It took a few months, but our relationship had gotten close to where it used to be, even if I did have to deal with the presence of her now out-of-state boyfriend occasionally. The quadruplets, as Beth referred to them, were a group of four roommates that had joined one of our university's choirs, the one primarily made up of non-music majors. The four of them were practically tied at the waist, but I had been attracted to two of them from the moment they entered the room. I had been reluctant to do anything about it, at first, since they were all three years younger than me, and I didn't want to seem like a creepy upperclassmen shark preying on four new freshman, but I had eventually decided that my other options that year were quite slim, so I'd try with one of them, now that they'd gotten to know me. At first I couldn't decide who I was attracted to more... Miranda or Toni. Miranda had the voice of an angel, and Toni had my love for movies. Both of them fit into my "type," which is to say that both of them were very cute. I've found that I don't have one physical attribute that I'm most attracted to, but it is instead the full package, looks and personality. And if the full package added up to what I instinctively deemed "cute", I was instantly a sucker for her. Now this isn't to say that the other two members of their little foursome were unattractive, but the least attractive of the four, Tiffany, was fairly whiny, and the fourth, Melinda, who was as physically attractive as both Miranda or Toni was always somewhat cold and distant. "Miranda," I mumbled. Beth rolled her eyes. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you picked a nice girl to ask out... you did ask her out, didn't you?" Beth had to actually ask that question, as I am an incredibly slow mover. My progress in romantic relationships is generally measured in Martian years. I also have an annoying habit of finding out enough about a girl from outside sources for me to fall in love, without her actually knowing I existed. But as she knew all this, I just nodded to Beth. "Well what actually happened?" "She blinked a couple times and then said that she was really sorry but she couldn't be n a relationship right now, and that-" "It wasn't you it was her." Beth finished with me. "Well, seems to me that it shows how foolish she is. I mean honestly who would give you up for some other guy." I stared at her flatly. "Oh, yeah. I did, too." "While the sarcasm is always appreciated, right now, it's not particularly helpful." "Sorry." We sat in silence for a few moments. "Want to blow something up?" Beth asked me. "Nah, while massive amounts of video game explosions normally heal all wounds, tonight I shall pass. I really think that I'm just gonna crash for now." "Ok, well, if you need me, you know where to find me." "I know. Thanks." Beth gave me a hug, and went back to her room. I locked my door, and climbed into to bed for the night. Or so I thought. ******* BRRIIINNNGG "Dammit, it's 4 in the morning," I moaned as my cell phone rang. Yes, my cell phone ringer is just a telephone ringing. What can I say? Old habits die hard. "Hello?" "Jeff, this is Miranda. I need to talk to you right now. Meet me outside Quinn Hall as soon as you can." "Ok, I'll be right there." She sounded almost panicked, and even though I had been relegated to the "Friend Zone," I still found her to be someone who I wanted in my life. It was about a 3-minute walk to her Quinn Hall, her dorm. I pulled on sweatpants, a t-shirt, and my shoes and was out the door in under 40 seconds. As I walked, I wondered what was wrong. As I approached her dorm from the side, I looked around for her, but didn't see anyone outside. Maybe she's waiting for me inside, I thought. I arrived at the front door and couldn't see anyone through the small glass window. As I knocked twice, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Miranda standing there, eyes puffy and red, as if she had been crying. "I'm sorry," she said softly, as the door behind me opened, and before I could turn, a black bag was pulled over my head, and handcuffs were slapped on my wrists. I really have to stop standing with my hands tucked in my back pockets, I thought, as I was tugged inside. I quickly thought about my options, and found them wanting: I could try to attack an unknown number of assailants, who had already acquired one hostage in Miranda, or I could be led like a sheep. At 6'2" and 260 pounds, I could probably handle 1-2 assailants, but I didn't want to risk them hurting Miranda. So sheep it was. Finally a disembodied voice told me to sit, and a force on my shoulders guided me to a chair. I was surprised by the fact that the voice was feminine and oddly familiar. "We're gonna take the bag off of your head under the condition that you won't do anything stupid like scream or try to attack us. OK?" "OK," I responded. The bag was pulled off, and as my eyes adjusted to the room lights I could see that I was in a dorm room, and sitting in front of me were Melinda and Toni on a bed, with Tiffany sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed. I glanced about the room and saw Miranda sitting on the floor against the door to the closet. Melinda, the no longer disembodied voice, said, "I'm sorry we had to abduct you, Jeff, but we wanted to see how you would act under pressure. And based on what we saw, we decided to continue with our plan to make you an offer. Would you like to hear it?" Curious, I simply nodded my head. "Miranda told us that you wanted to date her, and she confessed that she really wanted to date you. But the thing is, she needed our approval. You see, after a... situation, that occurred early this year, we realized that we needed to stick together, to protect each other. As that relationship grew so did another... more personal relationship. We realized that we didn't truly need boys to be happy, and found pleasure with each other, with the understanding that we would adapt should anyone's situation change. Well Miranda wanted to change and so we had a long discussion. We decided that before you could date her, you had to be approved by all of us, completely and totally. We also decided that we didn't want to lose her, but we did, as a group, have an interest in you as well. So here is our offer: We will admit you to a trial period. If you pass the trial, you and Miranda will have our blessing, and you won't hear anything out of us, unless we get word that you our mistreating her. Will you agree to this part of the terms?" I glanced at Miranda. She was looking, almost hopefully, at me. "Absolutely." The other three girls broke into large grins. Again, Melinda spoke, "Excellent. Now I will explain the trial period. For the next few weeks we will be your reverse harem. You will have access to all four of us, except we call the shots. You will have to satisfy all of us, multiple times, in various scenarios, and various numbers. Each day we will notify you, as to who is in command of you for the day, and it will be your responsibility to make sure that they give a good report for the group. At the end of the trial you will be asked to identify one major fetish that you found for each girl, so you should do your best to find them quickly during one-on-one sessions, as you won't be able to devote as much time to observing and exploring during a group situation. You will not be asked to do anything illegal, and you may walk away from any task, at any time. However, should that be the case, there will be ramifications, and likely you will lose your chances with Miranda. Do you accept?" "I've always been a one-woman man." "Miranda has agreed to the necessity of the exercise, and will not think any less of you for this. In fact she wants you to do well, and please all of us, so that you can be all hers if this pans out," Melinda assured me. I looked and Miranda, and she nodded once. "Can I think about this for a sec?" The girls nodded. This was a surprisingly difficult decision for me. On the one hand, I was a good Catholic boy, raised to be monogamous, and although I masturbated fairly frequently, had fooled around a bit with my 2 previous girl-friends, and gotten so far as oral with the second, I really had almost no experience. And I was really confused why they'd want ME to participate in anything like this. I mean, I wasn't fat, but was kinda on the pudgier side, and not really all that good-looking. I had been hoping to win points with women based on personality, but this seemed to be purely physical for the other three girls. But then again, they were giving me the opportunity to get lots of experience, and a monogamous relationship afterwards. And the girls I'd get to experiment with... Tiffany was about 5'4" and slender with maybe a large A, Small B cup bust, but was easily the least attractive, as for some reason she reminded me of a rodent, and interestingly enough had mousy, brown hair. Melinda was very attractive, and the tallest of the 4, at 5'7". She was thin, but not rail thin, and had solid B-cup breasts. With an absolutely beautiful face, and her blond hair cut short-ish (almost reminiscent of the mushroom cut that soccer players tend to wear) she was definitely a head turner. But when those blue eyes were turned to their frostiest setting, well, I had seen football players flinch from her stare. Toni had long blond hair, and was the largest of the four. At 5'6", and definitely not fat, she was best described as curvaceous. She had those large, childbearing hips, and a very full ass. She had large B, maybe a small C bust. And she had a face like a porcelain doll, just absolutely smooth. And then there was Miranda. 5'2", and short brown hair cut so that it framed that gorgeous face. She was very soft, and curvy, in all the right places. Her large C-cup breasts, a slight swell to her stomach that told you she wasn't afraid to eat a few cheeseburgers, and a butt that filled out her jeans so you couldn't help but stare as she climbed the stairs in front of you. And her voice. Oh god, I thought that my ears would explode from the pureness of her tone when I first heard her sing. And she had a great sense of humor and... well I've already established that she's the one I'm after. Wow, this really is a no-brainer. "Ok, I'm in. Can I please be uncuffed now?" The girls were all smiles, and the biggest smile of all belonged to Miranda. "Ok, Miranda, you can have the honors," Melinda said, tossing the key to Miranda. "Here's the deal. I want you to get a taste of what's waiting for you both from us, and as a prize for you. So you two get that bed, we'll take this one. You two watch us, and when we're done, Jeff you go home, and wait for that first e-mail with further instructions. You can make out, and pet if you want, but stop at second base, and you must continue to watch us. Understand?" I nodded, as Miranda uncuffed me. She then slid her hands down my chest and hugged me possessively from behind. She stepped around in front of me, and pulled me to my feet leading me to the bed that Melinda had indicated. As we sat on the bed, we directed our attention to the other girls. Melinda and Toni had begun to make out, while Tiffany had disappeared into the closet. She emerged carrying a medium sized canvas bag, and set it down next to the bed. She then walked up behind Toni, and started to pull at her T-shirt. Breaking off the kiss she was engaged in, Toni allowed Tiffany to pull her shirt off, before she stood up and pushed down her pajama pants, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties and that while not shaved, her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. As Melinda and Tiffany stripped each other, Miranda slid onto my lap, facing me, and whispered, "Thank You," into my ear. She then gave me the most passionate first kiss I'd ever had. Melinda cleared her throat. "Hey, I'll give you a break this once, but only if you do as you were told and watch the show." Miranda winked at me, stood up, turned around and sat back down on my lap. She wiggled her butt against my growing erection as we both watched the now naked trio of girls. Toni and Tiffany stood to either side of Melinda, and each had one of Melinda's nipples in her mouth. Toni was squeezing Melinda's ass with her left hand, while her right hand tugged at her own nipple. Tiffany rubbing her left hand over Melinda's pussy and clit, and sliding her right hand up and down Melinda's back. 
"Ohhh, yeah Tiff," breathed Melinda, "Oh, god... just like that. Yeah, tease me you little bitch. Oh, yeah, turn me on. Make me want to give you that fucking you're gonna get here." Melinda looked at us with heavy lidded eyes and licked her lips. Miranda guided my hands up to her breasts. As I gently squeezed her breasts, I leaned forward and kissed the spot where her neck met her right shoulder. "Mmmmmmm," Miranda moaned as I let my thumbs strum her hardened nipples. She ground her ass into me, harder than before, making me squeeze her breasts again. I looked back up as I heard Melinda say, "You're gonna get it now, you little tease." The canvas bag was now on the bed, and Melinda pulled out a strap-on, which she handed to Toni. As Toni stepped into it, Melinda pulled out another strap-on. Toni laid down on the bed, and as Tiffany impaled herself on Toni, Melinda pulled out a bottle of lube, which she used first on the strap-on, and then on Tiffany's asshole. Melinda grabbed Tiffany by the hair and pulled her upright, forcing her back to arch, grabbed and pinched one of Tiff's nipples, and said in a stage whisper: "I was going to let Toni fuck your ass tonight, but since you had to tease me, now you get me." Melinda then pushed Tiff forward. As Tiff landed flat against Toni, Melinda forced Tiff's hips down, and spread her ass cheeks. In one movement, Melinda slammed herself, to the hilt, into Tiffany's ass. I swear to God, she came right then and there. She was screaming, and convulsing, and Melinda and Toni just held still, as Tiffany's orgasmic seizure drove her up and down both strap-ons. I suddenly realized that somehow my hand had found its way down between Miranda's legs, and she was grinding her jeans-covered crotch against my fingers. "Oh God, oh God, oh God" she chanted, as she too came, and then curled into a ball and rested her head on my chest. Melinda pulled out of Tiffany, and said, "We're just going to clean up now. You can go home and get some rest. We look forward to seeing what you can do tomorrow." I nodded, and Miranda, pulled my head down for one last kiss. Afterwards she said, "Don't worry about the trials. Based on what I've seen, you'll do fine. Goodnight." I kissed her on the forehead, and whispered goodnight as I let myself out. As I walked home, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. Strange Way to Get the Girl Ch. 02 Author's Note: This is the second part, and likely the conclusion of this story. You will likely be lost if you don't read the first part. That part starts with an age disclaimer, but no one got younger in this part, so everyone's still at least 18. Again, constructive criticism is most welcome. ********* Luckily, the next day was Saturday. After that night, I would have died with an early morning class. When I finally woke up, I opened my e-mail to see what the day would have in store. I received an e-mail saying that I was to expect Toni, at my dorm at 2p.m. Glancing at my computer clock, I realized it was 1:30. At 1:35 I returned to my room from the shower, and began to frantically clean. I shoved the last of my stuff in the closet as my alarm, set to 1:58, went off. I disabled the alarm, and sat down at my desk. I surfed the Internet, checked my favorite websites, and at 2:15, there was a knock at my door. I opened the door to see Toni, standing in a T-shirt, and sweatpants. "Hey there, Romeo," she said, smiling. "Howdy." I stood there, looking at her. "So, can I come in?" Oh, yeah, absolutely." I stepped to the side, allowing her to enter my closet-- I mean dorm room. As I only had one chair, and no other seating, Toni plopped down on my bed, and situated herself so that she was sitting Indian-style. "Well, I don't know what you're expecting, but I want to start by asking you questions, which you will answer to the best of your ability." "Kay." "First: what is your favorite animal?" "Really? Your question is what is my favorite animal?" She grinned. "I never said they'd make sense. Now answer." "Um, koala bear, I guess." "Why?" "They're absolutely adorable, and I mean come on, who wouldn't want a trained koala bear that would ride on their back?" She giggled. "Ok, real question time: why did you choose to pursue Miranda, instead of me." Oh, boy. From favorite animal, to a question I don't have an answer to. As I pondered my response, she raised an eyebrow. "Well, honestly, I wanted to go out with you first. But, it seemed that you didn't really like me that way. And the more I found out about Miranda, the more I started to fall for her. She seems like enough of her likes match up with mine, and we have enough differences to provide variety. You and I seemed to have a lot in common, as well, but at the same time, you seemed like you wanted to be my friend, not my girlfriend. And then, as I looked back at some of our encounters, it almost seemed like you were trying to set me up with her. I didn't mean to snub you, but it just felt right when I thought about her, whereas it almost seemed forced with you." I don't know whether or not I had offended her, as her only response during all of this was to bite her lip and slowly nod her head. "And why do you want to date Miranda?" "Why wouldn't I want to? I mean, she's smart, funny, has a beautiful voice, seems to share interests with me, and actually I can't stop watching her. I could keep going and going. I find almost everything about her attractive, looks and personality inclusive," Toni cocked her head to the side. "Almost everything?" "Well, I haven't found anything yet, but that doesn't mean I won't. My mom taught me that absolutes were very dangerous, and I mean, no one will ever be completely perfect. There will always be quirks that anyone each other, or mistakes that are made. But in my opinion, if you have a solid starting point, and you love the other person, overcoming those things together will just strengthen the relationship. But you both have to be willing to try to change and accommodate. You can't love someone out of a bad habit or trait; they have to want to change, too. "I dunno, I just feel like the way I feel for Miranda is enough of that "starting point" for me to want to act on it, to find out whether she felt anything similar or not. I felt like if I never asked, I'd never know." I don't know how Toni was taking my response, because her face was, and had remained impassive throughout my entire response. "Ok, Jeff. Why are you willing to submit to these trials that Melinda outlined?" "Because it was made clear to me that it was the only chance I had to date Miranda, pure and simple. I've never understood "sharing" and I really don't feel like it's a good way to start a relationship. But if it's the only way I can get Miranda, it's what I'll do, because I think she's worth it. If I'd been dating her already, and I was given the same opportunity, just as a 'let's have some fun' thing, I'd turn you down. Whether it was you, or you and Melinda, or all three of you. It wouldn't matter to me. I wouldn't do it." Toni nodded again, and reached into the pocket of her sweatpants, pulling out her cell-phone. "Ok, girls, I've heard enough. What's the verdict?" I stared incredulously at her. She smiled innocently back at me. "Ok, yeah, I understand. Give me about 10 minutes, then we're go." She hung up the phone." "Did you just have your phone on for that entire conversation? Who was on the other end?" I asked. "Yes, and the other three girls. Your responses were apparently the right ones, because I've been instructed to tell you the truth. "When we came here, Miranda, Tiffany, and I were already really good friends and we had requested each other as roommates. Melinda was assigned to be our fourth, and we're really glad she was, because we all get along really well. Anyway, Tiff and I were somewhat bi-curious, and it turned out that Melinda was a lesbian, and she was interested in us. The only one of us that had no interest in the situation was Miranda. So one night this guy from a couple floors down asks Miranda out. She says yes, knowing that the three of us wanted some alone time. Well, a few hours later we hear a siren, and as we look out the window we see a police cruiser pull up, and two cops run inside. They come out with the guy in handcuffs, and they're leading Miranda by the shoulders, and help her into a second squad car." "He raped her?" I was stunned, since our campus violent and sexual crime rate tended to run in the almost non-existent percentages. But then again, I guess someone has to be that .03%. I just wish it hadn't had to be her. "No, not quite. It ended up being sexual assault, as she managed to yell for help, and the RA came to see what the problem was. He pulled him off of her, and called the cops. But she still felt incredibly violated, and we felt responsible. So we decided that we would do whatever it took to protect her. As the weeks went by she started to recover, but she still didn't want anything to do with us, or guys. Then we all noticed her watching you during rehearsals. We decided to find out more about you, and so I started to interact with you while all three of us asked around the choir. After we determined that you were practically a friggin' boy-scout, we decided that we were to a point where we'd be okay with you, provided you were who you really seemed to be. But we hadn't told Miranda, and had already established that she wasn't allowed to date anyone, until we gave her the okay. So we came up with the "trials," and decided to abduct you, to make them seem more believable. Then we decided that your response to those would be insufficient to determine whether you should or shouldn't be allowed to date her, so no matter what you response was, I was going to interrogate you the day after the proposal. You actually took the harder path, because we realized that the whole moral dilemma would have probably been a good thing for you to have, and decline because of that, but at the same time, we wanted to know your reasoning. By saying yes, you had to prove that you weren't just looking to get some action, and that you were actually doing it to try and 'win' her from us. "We didn't tell Miranda about any of this until she told us that you had asked her out, and she asked our permission to date you, since she felt that she would be safe with you, and that you'd respect that 'no' meant 'no.' So, congratulations. You've passed with flying colors, and have the blessing of the group. But know this: I swear to God, that if you hurt her, when the three of us get done with you, you will wish that all we had done was castrate you." Her eyes were hard as rocks, and simultaneously oozing venom. I believed the threat whole-heartedly. "I couldn't dream of hurting her," I assured Toni, trying to make it sound as not-cliche as possible. "Good." A knock came at the door. "That should be her." "Toni," I said, "Thank you." She cocked her head to the side, "For what?" "For taking care of her, until I could." Smiling she walked to the door and said, "That's the right answer." Toni opened the door, and hugged Miranda who was waiting on the other side. "He's all yours." Miranda stepped into the room, and turned to shut the door. As she turned back I scooped her into a big bear hug lifting her off of her feet. She kissed my neck and said, "I'm so sorry." I set her down, and took a step back from her. "Sorry for what." "For leading you on like I did," she said. Her cheeks were tearstained, and as she continued, another tear rolled down her face. "I didn't want to, but the girls felt like they had to, and that it would be the only way for them to have peace of mind. I really, really didn't want to lead you on, and make you think that you'd have to go through all of that bullshit, but--" "Don't worry about it," I said, pulling her back against me into another hug. "I'm not upset. Not with you. Or them, really. Confused by their methods, and I definitely disagree with them, but I understand now." "Toni told you?" I nodded. And you don't have to worry anymore." I took a step back, put my fists on my hips, looked up and to the left, and said, "I'll protect you." She laughed. God, her laughter sounded like bells from heaven. "I know. As corny as that was, I know it's the truth. You make me feel safe." "That's how you should feel." She took a step forward and put her hands on my face. "Good. 'Cause I do. Maybe for the first time since coming here, I feel safe." And then she pulled my face down to hers. Where last night's kiss had been a forest fire of passion, this was more the soothing warmth of a fireplace, a kiss that you never wanted to end. Mouths half opened, tongues caressing each other softly, almost tentatively, instead of a wrestling match. No this was no sort of tonsil hockey, but was more like living poetry. Finally, she broke the kiss, and pulled me over to my bed. She sat down on it, and beckoned for me to join her. We kissed again, hands roaming over each other's faces, necks, and backs. After what seemed like an eternity, and yet only an instant, I realized that we were lying down. I broke the kiss this time, and looked into her deep, brown eyes. Currently, questioning eyes. She quietly asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing," I responded. Cupping her face with my hand, I said, "Everything is perfect now." I kissed her, again and again, passion returning, and being amplified by both of us. She slid her hand down my side and toward the bulge she had obviously felt. I pulled her hand back up. "Not now. I just want to hold you for now." She smiled, and I rolled on to my back, pulling her against my side. She rested her head on my shoulder and draped her arm over my chest. She kissed my cheek, and whispered into my ear, "I could get used to this." "Me, too, dear-heart. Me, too." We continued to hold each other, as we drifted towards sleep, even though it was only late afternoon. **** THUNK. That's the sound my door makes when it hits the wall, I thought groggily. "Jeff, I need to talk to you. You want to go get din- holy crap." I sat up, or started to, as I quickly realized, that Miranda was almost pinning me down. I raised my head and said "H, Beth. How are you?" Miranda sat up at this point and rubbed her eyes. "How long was I out? I'm sorry, I -- Oh. Hi." I sat up, and saw that Beth was staring at me, one eyebrow raised. "When did this happen? How did this happen?" Miranda and I glanced at each other, and I shrugged "Long story." Beth gasped and said, "Well we can discuss it over dinner, now come on you two, I'm starving." Beth walked back out of my room. Miranda leaned over and said quietly, "I can't believe I forgot to lock the door." I chuckled, replying "I'm glad now, that I didn't let you get into my pants earlier." She grinned, "Oh don't worry. I'm locking the door as soon as we get back." I raised my eyebrows, and she kissed me again, sliding her hand down my chest, towards my belt. "I'm still waiting!" we heard from outside. I yelled, "We're coming." "I hope you two aren't that frustrated. I only left you alone for twenty seconds." Miranda looked at me as I got off the bed. "Is she always like that?" "Naw. Sometimes, she's worse. And she won't give us a moment's peace till she's been fed." "Kay." Hand in hand, we went to our first dinner together. *********** "Ok, now I don't want more people to come out of that room, than as go in." "Thanks, Beth. We love you, too," I called back down the hallway. I stopped in front of my door, and unlocked it. Allowing Miranda to enter first, I was surprised as she barely let me get through the door. She pulled my head down, kissed me, and reached behind me to shut the door. She broke our kiss, and stepped close enough to the door to lock it. "Told ya. Now where were we?" She pulled me further into the room. When she had me next to the bed, she stopped me with one hand on my chest. She bit her lower lip thoughtfully. "Where to begin?" She took off her shoes and socks and motioned for me to do the same. "Now for the fun stuff." She then stepped towards me, and took the bottom hem of my shirt in her hands, and slowly pulled it up. I leaned forward so she could get it off of me, and then she looked at me. "Your turn," she said, letting my shirt fall to the floor. I smiled, and picked her up, setting her on my bed. They built the dorm beds almost as if they were mini-lofts, so that there was lots of storage underneath. This also made it convenient now, as it meant that we were at eye-to-eye. I reciprocated her prior action, though as I pulled her shirt off, I kissed the top of her chest, where her neck met her shoulders on my right hand side. She leaned her head forward, and we our lips met, as we both reached for the clasp of her bra. She giggled, and whispered, "Why don't we do it together?" So, we each took one side of the clasp, and I just held my side still, as she undid it. "There that's better. She reached down, and guided my left hand up to cup her breast, as I pulled her bra forward off of her arms with my right. "Mmmm. Your hand feels so right there." "No arguments from me." She took my head in her hands and guided it to her other breast. I softly kissed the milky white flesh, just above her areola, which was crinkled with arousal. I slowly moved lower, and sucked her nipple into my mouth, eliciting a moan from Miranda. As I lifted my head to move over to her other breast, she raised my head back to hers. As she devoured my mouth, she wrapped her legs around my back, scooting her self to the edge of my bed, and crushing her body against mine. As she pressed her jeans-clad crotch against me, I was awed by the heat emanating from her core, the heat indicative of her arousal, of her desire. Desire for me. I slid my hand down between our bodies and pushed my hand against her warmth, causing her to jolt upwards. "Is it okay if I do this?" I asked. "I think I'd kill you if you didn't. But can you take my jeans off? I want more mobility than they're offering." I nodded and slid my hands to the button of her jeans. As I pulled her jeans off, I kissed my way from her bellybutton to the hem of her sky blue panties. As I put my hands on her hips to remove this final layer of clothing, she stopped me. "It's my turn. Now get up here." She pulled me up to the bed, and pushed me down on my back. I lifted my ass, to allow her to pull my pants off, and as she tossed them off of the bed, she lowered her head to one of my nipples. She kissed her way down my chest, and when she arrived at my boxers, she lightly bit my erection, through my boxers. "Whoa." "What? Didn't I tell you I was taking two turns?" she asked innocently. She undid the button of my boxers freed my penis. She looked into my eyes, as she closed her hand around, and then stroked it firmly once, and said, "It's so warm." I motioned toward her panties and said, "That's not exactly an icebox you've got down there." She giggled, and asked "Which do you like better? This..." She pumped her hand again. "Or this?" She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. Stars appeared before my eyes, as she closed her teeth around the ridge of my head, and sucked. She licked the underside of my head as she sat up and looked at me inquisitively. I cleared my throat, and hoarsely said, "Well, I think they will both have certain merits which we can explore later. But first..." I sat up and pulled her down so that I was above her. Kissing her once, I murmured, "My turn." I slid one hand down to her warmth, as I slowly kissed and licked my way down her body. As I slid her panties down, I kissed right above her pubic hair. I looked up at her and said, "I have one request.' "What's that?" she asked breathlessly. "Sing for me." "What?" "I love your voice, and I'd love to hear you sing right now." "What do you want me to sing?" "How about a lullaby?" "Alright." She began to sing Billy Joel's "Goodnight, My Angel", as I kissed my way down her hips, to her thighs and began to work my way up and in. Right as I reached the apex of her thighs, I lifted my head, to look up at her face. Her eyes were screwed shut, to help her concentrate on singing. I lowered my head, and as she hit a sustained note, I firmly licked her clit. Her voice cracked immediately. "That's not fai -- ohh, ohhh God, Jeff!" I worked her clit with my tongue, occasionally sucking on it, I slid one hand up to a nipple, which I squeezed and rolled between my fingers. The other hand I rested on her stomach. I suddenly had an idea, and tried to match the strokes of my tongue to the tempo of her moans. As I found it, her volume increased. I started to increase the speed of my efforts, and she started to moan more quickly. I removed my hand from her breast, and as I slid a finger into her, and began to search for her G-spot, she yelled "OOOOhhhhhhhh GOD!" And her hips bucked up, and her abdominal muscles started to convulse. As she slowly came back to reality, I looked up her. "You're a virgin?" She nodded. "I am, too." She smiled, "We can change that." She pulled me up to kiss her, and said "I want to be on top." I nodded, and allowed her to lay me back, and remove my boxers. As she straddled me, I said "Wait, I don't have a condom." "That's okay, I'm on the pill." She lowered herself to me, and said, "I'm gonna do this all at once, 'cause I've heard that that's better." "Okay." She kissed me, forced her hips down, and screamed into my mouth. The only thing I really remember in those next moments was the blissful heat that seemed to surround me. Then she started to move her hips, and I could feel every slight movement she made. I slid my hand down to work her clit, and she started to bounce on me. Now it was my turn to moan. "Oh, Miranda, oh, wow. Oh..." She leaned down, and kissed me, somehow still managing to move her self up and down on me. She stopped with her hips down, and with my inside of her as deeply as I could go in this position. "I have never felt more complete. Now I want you to come inside me. And I'm going to work you double time, until you do." Strange Way to Get the Girl Ch. 02 And with that, she was off to the races. Our moans combined into one voice. One of my hands found its way up to cup one of her breasts, as the other found her clit. As fingers stroked furiously, her moans increased, and she almost yelled, "Nooo, I wanted you to come." And with that her control vanished. Suddenly my shaft was caught in a molten vice grip. My hips bucked upward of their own accord, just as hers were coming down. The impact sent a slight aftershock through us, and she collapsed on top of me. "Wow," she said. "Where have you been all my life?" "I don't know, but I know where I want to be for the rest of it." As we drifted off to sleep the last thing I heard was her voice saying, "Goodnight, my angel."