In the shower

Walking back up the stairs again in search of Miranda you hear running water. As you arrive on the landing you see that the bathroom door is ajar and steam is spilling forth through the gap, just like last night. As you walk through the doorway you're greeted by another sight that reminds you of the night before. Miranda is in the shower, shamelessly pushing the shower head against her clit with one hand whilst fingering herself with the other.

You clear your throat awkwardly, grabbing her attention. She grins widely when she realizes who it is and beckons towards you with a finger. "Come here John, I need a hand getting clean." She coaxes, trying to tease you into joining her yet again. You seriously consider it but the reality of the situation holds you back. "Sorry Miranda, I would but right now I really need some rest before I'm up for anything like that." You explain regretfully, but she seems to pay it no mind.

"Oh come on, just one little morning quickie!" She pleads, parting the folds of her pussy at you, trying to entice you with her wet hole. You stifle a laugh before responding. "I'd love to Miranda but I can't right now. Sarah is making breakfast, do you want anything?"

"Breakfast sausage." She giggles, staring at your crotch as she plays with herself. "Now come here and feed me already." When she says that she turns around and bends forwards, presenting herself to you like a horny animal, complete with a wiggle of her hips that makes her ass shake. "Miranda I already said I-"

"Shut up and fuck me already!" She snapped cutting you off, smacking her own ass to emphasize the point. "Miranda!" You yell, frustration boiling over inside you. "I said not fucking now alright! Just drop it!" Your words shock both of you and there is a tense silence for a moment. Miranda huffs angrily and turns her back on you "Fine. Tell Sarah I'm not hungry." Angrily you storm out the bathroom slamming the door behind you.

With it closed you feel like bashing your head against it. Things were going so well before but now everything seems to have fallen apart out of nowhere. You haven't even had a chance to ask her out yet and you've already had your first row. Sighing you rest your head on the door and wonder what on earth has gotten into Miranda. From inside the bathroom you hear snippets of angry muttering. "Worthless... Tiny little... -ing loser." Even though you know somethings up with her and she's speaking from frustration the words still needle into your soul, sinking in barbs that will be hard to remove.

Descending the stairs to report back to Sarah you resolve to ask her about it. You've never been around Miranda the morning after a party before, maybe she gets horny and irritable when she has a hangover. Opening the door to the kitchen you see Sarah sat at the table, the look on her face making it clear that she heard you arguing with Miranda. "She said she's not hungry." You say hollowly before sitting down next to her. "Is that all she said?" She asks, gingerly reaching out a hand to touch your arm.

"No. It isn't." You reply stating the obvious. "Is she often like this when she's hungover?" You ask, struggling to meet Sarahs pitying eyes. "Like this? Do you mean short tempered? I mean, it's not unusual if she's had-"She begins but you cut her off. "Not just short tempered." You clarify. "Is she normally so..." You struggle to find the right word. Horny doesn't seem to do it justice. "Sex obsessed." You finish, finding that to be a better description.

When you say this Sarahs face falls a little. "No, not really. I was going to ask you about that to be honest." Sarah answers, looking concerned. "When you both came back here last night-" Sarah begins to ask but she's cut off by the sound of footsteps thudding down the hall towards the kitchen. The door is thrown open revealing Miranda standing there clad only in a towel.

A towel wrapped around her hair. The rest of her body, from her 36C breasts, to her generous hips and her trimmed brown bush, is brazenly displayed. "Hey guys." She says, strutting proudly round the table while you and Sarah both stare in shock. Unashamed she sits down next to you and scoots her chair closer, before placing a hand on your thigh, your falling out less than 5 minutes prior apparently forgotten. On your other side Sarah suddenly jumps in her seat. "Miranda. What are you doing?" She asks, her voice flat. "Just playing a little footsie." The brown haired girl giggles. "Wanna play too?"

"Alright. That's enough." Sarah announces rising sharply from the table, her chair scraping backwards. "I'm getting to the bottom of this. Now someone, explain what happened last night." She looks at you but before you can begin Miranda speaks. "Ooh I can do that! it's a really hot story!"