Miley

Selena figured one of her friends was playing a joke on her the first time she got a text from Miley. She and Miley weren’t friends–Selena had even worried that Miley would be mad at her. After all, Miley was originally supposed to have done Selena’s part in Hotel Transylvania, so wouldn’t that make Miley a little irritated? Wouldn’t Miley be a little jealous of Selena’s success?

But no, it was really Miley. Miley sent Selena a photo of herself with a newspaper when Selena didn’t believe it was really her. So what was this flood of texts about? Selena felt suspicious, and then guilty about feeling suspicious, and then embarrassed for feeling guilty. She decided that she should just get it over with–she should just hang out with Miley some afternoon, and then Miley wouldn’t send her as many texts, and they could both go on with their lives.

Miley said she wanted Selena’s help writing a song for charity, which Selena found hard to resist. She’d been wanting to do something big to help out after Hurricane Sandy, so why not? Her own career was in better shape than Miley’s at the moment, Selena knew, but there was no reason that should keep the two of them from writing a song together.

So after a torrent of texts back and forth, they settled on a date when Selena had some free time swing by Miley’s home recording studio for a few hours. “No big deal,” Miley wrote. “If we’re feeling it, we’ll figure out something special together.” Selena was surprised by Miley’s last message: Miley sent a photo of herself, red-lipsticked lips pursed in a long-distance goodbye kiss. Selena put it out of her mind, just glad that, with their songwriting session scheduled, she’d have a little break from Miley’s incessant texting.

The scheduled day arrived, and Selena drove out to Miley’s house. When Selena had suggested the time, she hadn’t thought about the fact that she’d have to head straight over after a yoga class but decided that was fine. They weren’t planning on going anywhere, just Miley’s house, so was it really such a big deal if she came by in her yoga pants?

Selena locked her car and headed toward the gate outside the address that Miley had texted her. There was a buzzer but no mailbox or anything to suggest she was at the right place, but that wasn’t terribly surprising. Miley wouldn’t exactly want to make it obvious where she lived.

Selena saw the door open inside the gate before she even managed to press the buzzer. There was Miley, running happily toward her. “Hellooooooo!” Miley called out, as though greeting a long-lost friend, newly arrived after spending a year on a desert island. “Sooooo happy to see you!”

Selena smiled back, somewhat nervous, as Miley approached. Miley was coming on a little strong. Selena was feeling a bit like she was interacting with a fan, not a peer, the way Miley acted so excited. “Yeah, good to be here,” Selena said, trying to sound a little happier than she actually was.

“This is going to be so great,” Miley said, almost in a squeal. “So, so, so glad to finally have you here! Been looking forward to this all week.” She reached through the gate and squeezed Selena’s hand.

“Um, the gate?” Selena asked.

“Oh, geez, of course!” Miley rolled her eyes. “Ugh, sorry. Just being flakey and nervous!” She typed a code into a little keypad and the gate swung inward slowly. Miley squeezed through it, as though she simply couldn’t wait any longer to be near Selena.

Selena stiffened, feeling a little awkward. Miley put her arms up around Selena’s neck so that the entire length of their bodies pressed together, which caught Selena by surprise. Selena squeezed back, but timidly. “It’s fine,” Selena said. “No big deal. Maybe we should go inside?”

Miley let go, then grabbed Selena by the hand. “One time some paparazzi guy took a picture of me hugging my friend when she came to visit, and a bunch of people on the internet said I was gay or whatever. So now I just like the idea of messing with people.” She tugged Selena toward the front door.

Miley’s house was beautiful inside, but Selena found all the country music paraphernalia a little excessive. Tons of framed photos of men with giant hats and women with giant hair. Fun, but felt a little tacky. And these were all over the house, not just in the music room, where Miley soon led Selena.

They stepped into a large practice area. It had an adjoining recording studio with its own professional booth and mixing area. Selena liked the music area right away. It had a warm, dark interior, with even more photos of musicians. There were also a bunch of autographed instruments on display up high near the ceiling, and just a lot of instruments and cables and equipment in general. It was a little messy, but the sort of mess that Selena liked. It seemed practical, as though this were a place designed for musicians to work long hours.

“Let me just get us a keyboard set up to start,”Miley said. “I like to write on a keyboard. Just find it easiest when I’m messing around. Make yourself at home!”

Selena sat on a piano bench and watched Miley step to a cabinet. Miley opened it wide and start rooting around. From where Selena sat it seemed like it was filled with different cables of various types.

“I can never find the cable to plug this one into the amp, though” Miley said. “Kind of a mess! So much different stuff.”

As Selena watched, Miley reached lower to check in a different part of the cabinet. Miley bent from the waist, and Selena couldn’t help but notice how tight Miley’s denim skirt was, and how short. The thin red line of Miley’s thong peaked out above the skirt on both sides. Selena’s eyebrows went up. Miley was doing this on purpose, wasn’t she? Bending down like that, putting her little ass on display. And that hug at the gate, and her little thong. Was Miley trying to seduce her? Is that what this was all about, really?

Miley turned from the cabinet, cable in hand. She tugged her tshirt down a few inches from where it had slid up while she’d been bent over at the cabinet. “Oops,” she said. “Falling out of my clothes.”

“Wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?” Selena said, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, letting just a tiny bit of flirt creep into her voice.

Miley shrugged. “Don’t tempt me! Nobody home but us anyways.” She pushed a keyboard stand in front of the bench where Selena sat, then placed a keyboard on top and then plugged it in. Then she sat next to Selena, hip to hip. “Don’t hog the whole seat! Otherwise I’ll be sitting in your lap.”

Selena laughed. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She was thinking about their little songwriting session differently now that she suspected Miley had ulterior motives. Selena didn’t want Miley. Not really. But there was something undeniably sexy about being wanted, about having someone put on a little show. About being able to manipulate someone who was trying to manipulate her. Selena felt powerful, and she liked it.

“Dunno what you’re talking about.” Miley turned the keyboard on. “I just wanted you to come here so that we could make beautiful music together.”

“I can’t think up any good music innuendos,” Selena said. “I’m sorry.”

“Tickle the ivories?” Miley played two notes back and forth.

“I’m pretty sure that doesn’t mean anything other than playing a piano.”

“No, but I was trying! Tickling is almost sexual.”

Selena couldn’t help but take that as a cue. She reached over and tickled Miley just below the ribs.

Miley shrieked. “Omigod!” Selena felt Miley go rigid just before she slid out of reach and off the piano bench entirely. Miley spilled onto the floor, laughing, her heavy breathing making her tits rise and fall. She lay on the floor but her knees were bent slightly and spread, offering Selena the perfect angle to look up her skirt.

Selena rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Me?” Miley asked, defensively. “I’m just very ticklish.”

“You’re very something.”

Miley fluttered her eyelashes. “Very what?”

“Obvious.” Selena turned off the keyboard.

Miley sat up. “Obvious? What do you mean, obvious?”

Selena looked Miley up and down. “You know what I’m talking about. Very sweet of you, really.”

“I don’t know.”

Selena laughed quietly. “Oh, don’t you? Come here.” She patted the piano bench next to her.

Miley got up slowly. She hesitated near the bench before sitting, this time not quite so close to Selena. “Um. So, anyway. Where were we?” She reached to turn the keyboard back on, but Selena grabbed her arm.

Selena slid in closer to Miley so that their legs touched again. “Don’t play dumb with me, Miley. Maybe I’m okay with it.” She changed positions so that she straddled the piano bench, then let go of Miley’s arm. “Do it. Go on.”

Miley bit her lip. She looked down at the keyboard. “I, um. I don’t-”

Selena put her hands around Miley’s jaw and made her turn so that they faced each other. Miley let out a gasp but Selena just kept her eyes locked on Miley’s. “You set this whole fucking thing up, this whole complicated story. So do it, or I’ll just go home.” She took her hands off Miley’s face.

Miley opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but pressed her lips together again, and then leaned in and pressed them against Selena’s.

Selena couldn’t think of a time when she’d been able to boss someone around like this, and she loved it. She’d had her share of little crushes on other girls. Even messed around a few times. And she wasn’t exactly lusting after Miley, but was Miley so bad? That hair was kind of cute, even if it did just seem like an excuse for attention. And Miley’s big, bright eyes looked so nervous and scared. Submissive, even.

“You kiss your fiancee like that? Pathetic,” Selena sneered. Miley looked hurt, which got Selena even hotter. “Oh, did I make you feel bad? Well, you should feel a little bad. You put all this work into seducing me, and then you kiss me like you kiss your grandma?”

Miley brought her face to Selena’s again, pressing her open mouth against Selena’s lips. Selena pulled Miley in so that their tits pressed together, then jammed her tongue hard into Miley’s mouth. Something so liberating about touching someone without worrying, without thinking about how they felt about it.

Selena broke their kiss and put her lips on Miley’s ear. “What’s the matter? Worried about getting married without ever getting to eat pussy? That what this is about?” She bit Miley’s earlobe softly.

“I-I don’t know,” Miley said. “I just want it. I just want this.”

Selena put her hands in Miley’s hair and pulled her in roughly for another kiss. She cupped Miley’s breasts, squeezing, tracing the edges of Miley’s bra with her fingertips. “You can have it,” Selena said. “You can have it, but we’re doing things my way. Understand?”

Miley nodded eagerly, then leaned in for another kiss.

Selena pressed her fingers against Miley’s mouth. “My way. Take your clothes off.”

Miley hesitated, then pulled off her tshirt. Her cheeks were red and her eyes looked wet, almost like she was going to cry. She reached back to undo the clasp on her bra, but turned so that her back faced Selena.

Selena admired Miley’s shoulder blades, the gentle curve of her spine, her smooth, creamy skin. She wasn’t going to tell Miley any of that though. Wasn’t going to be sweet to her. That would hardly be fun at all. Instead, Selena pulled Miley back against her own body. The crotch of Selena’s yoga pants pressed up against Miley’s skirt, like they were spooning, but still sitting upright. She reached around to grab Miley’s tits, feel her nipples. “Why you turning around, baby? You hiding these from me?”

Miley let out a sigh and leaned her head back against Selena’s shoulder.

“You weren’t being shy, were you?” Selena felt Miley’s nipples stiffen underneath her fingertips.

“No,” Miley gasped.

“No, you weren’t being shy, were you, Miley?” Selena bit gently at Miley’s neck. “Only nice girls are shy. And you’re not a nice girl. Nice girls with fiancees don’t try to seduce their girlfriends, do they?”

“I don’t know…”

“You know,” Selena said. “You know you’re a little slut who just wants to trick a nice girl into fucking her, aren’t you?” Selena’s hands left Miley’s nipples and unbuttoned Miley’s skirt. “Stand up.”

Miley stood up and Selena made her turn around, then jerked her skirt down.

“Oh you are a little slut, aren’t you?” Selena grazed her fingertips against the dark patch on Miley’s thong. “Already all wet for me. Fuck, you want me bad, don’t you?”

Miley just nodded and gave a nervous shiver. Selena pulled Miley’s thong down, leaving her utterly naked.

“The only problem with your little plan is that I’m not always such a nice girl. So get on your knees.”

Miley dropped to her knees without any hesitation, which made Selena wonder just how far she could push her.

Selena lifted up her ass off the bench just enough so that she could pull down her yoga pants, then lay with her back on the piano bench, her legs spread, her feet flat on the floor. Her bare pussy was just inches from Miley’s face. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” Selena asked. “A little lesbian fling before you get married? A little taste of pussy? Don’t know why you’re wasting time like this instead of diving in. We both know you will.”

Miley stared at Selena’s slit while Selena watched, propped up slightly on her elbows.

“You know you want it,” Selena whispered. “I’m right here for you.”

Miley brought her mouth to Selena’s pussy, tongue first, slowly. Selena shuddered at that first lick, arching her back. She could sense Miley’s inexperience in the way Miley’s tongue just barely teased her clit, but she didn’t care. She’d turned Miley into her little sex toy without even trying, and now she’d make Miley do things her way.

“That’s it,” Selena cooed. “That’s right. Lick my clit. Like that but faster. Keep your tongue soft, yes. Use your whole tongue. You like that pussy taste?”

Miley licked faster and started using her lips, wrapping them around Selena’s clit. She nodded as best she could while still keeping her mouth busy on Selena’s wet slit.

“I knew you’d like it,” Selena said. “You’re a slut for my pussy, aren’t you? You’re my little sex toy, aren’t you?”

Miley nodded again, a look of desire in her eyes. Selena sat up and put her hands in Miley’s hair and pulled Miley in tighter against her pussy. “Fuck,” Selena groaned. “You’re not bad, are you? You like to work that tongue don’t you?”

Selena felt Miley’s tongue move even faster. Got her so wet, having this power. Knew she’d be cumming in no time. She moved Miley’s head back and forth like Miley’s mouth was her own personal vibrator that she could make dance on her clit.

“Put your fucking fingers in me,” she gasped. “Fuck me right, you little whore.”

Miley pressed her fingers inside Selena’s tight, wet pussy. Selena tugged harder at her sex toy’s hair.

“That’s it, that’s it,” she said, her whole body quivering. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me!” Selena bucked her clit against Miley’s mouth. “Yessssssssss oh fuck!” She held Miley’s face tight against her pussy while she came, grinding herself softly against Miley’s mouth as her orgasm subsided.

Selena kept Miley there between her legs for a moment, her breath returning to normal, still enjoying the way Miley’s mouth felt on her slit while she relaxed.

Miley pulled away once Selena relaxed her grip. “Did you like that?” Miley asked.

Selena loved how Miley looked right then. Miley’s hair was a wreck and her face glistened with her own spit and Selena’s wetness. “I did,” Selena said. “First time, wasn’t it?”

Miley nodded, looking nearly as happy as she had when Selena first arrived. “I’ve messed around a little with girls but, you know. Never that.”

“So you probably have a few things to learn, don’t you?” Selena smiled. She knew she’d make an excellent teacher.

“I, um,” Miley said, looking nervous again. “I got some toys. Um. In case you wanted them? Or me to use them?”

“We’ll get there,” Selena said. “I have another job for your tongue first.” She leaned back on the bench again and tugged her knees back toward her body. “Lick my asshole, Miley.”

Miley looked down. Selena couldn’t read her expression. Wondered if may she’d gone too far, if maybe this would be the end of their playtime. But know. Miley leaned in, and licked Selena’s ass.

Selena let out a whimper. “Oh hell yes, Miley. Just like that, just fucking like that.” She felt Miley lick faster, then started rubbing her clit in rhythm with Miley’s tongue.

Miley pushed back on Selena’s leg, keeping Selena’s asshole in just the right spot to lick.

“Fucking yes,” Selena groaned. “You like that, don’t you, you little whore.” She rubbed her clit faster.

Miley made a noise, almost a grunt. Probably trying to say “uh huh,” but it’s hard to express yourself clearly while your tongue is probing your friend’s asshole.

“Won’t take long, oh fuck,” Selena said. “You like that, don’t you. Like having your tongue in my asshole. Bet you don’t even do this for your little fiancee, do you? Just for me. Just for your mistress.”

Miley’s only response was to lick faster, harder. Selena couldn’t get enough. Miley was just so eager to please. So ready to do whatever Selena needed. Selena knew she was taking advantage of Miley but she didn’t care. Her tongue felt too fucking good.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Selena grunted. “That’s it, you nasty girl. You nasty ass-licker. That’s it, fuck!” Selena came hard again, felt her asshole clench against Miley’s tongue. “Fuck fuck fuck,” Selena moaned softly. She put her feet back on the floor and looked down at Miley.

“Did I do that okay?” she asked, looking eager, looking nervous.

“You’re a good little sex-toy,” Selena said, grinning, reaching toward Miley with her fingertips, still wet from playing with her clit. “Now suck my fingers.” Selena made Miley take her fingers in her mouth and lick them, slowly. “You like that, don’t you? Like that taste.”

Miley nodded, lips around Selena’s finger, tongue against Selena’s fingertip.

“Now then,” Selena said with a wicked grin. “Tell me about these toys.”

Miley showed Selena a sack of toys, all newly purchased. “My, my,” Selena said. “My little sex-toy has been busy.”

Miley bit her lip and smiled, looking guilty.

“Very busy indeed.” Selena dug through the bag, deciding what to try. Deciding what to make Miley endure. “Oh, here we go!” Selena found a strap-on dildo and harness. Not something she’d ever thought about using before, but the perfect thing for putting Miley in her place. “Did you think you’d get to use this on me?”

Miley shrugged. Selena grinned, pretty certain that, yes, Miley had fantasized about using this on her, fucking her with it. But Miley was about to be on the receiving end.

Selena put the toy on, instantly loving how it felt. Powerful. Controlling. She looked over at Miley. “You better get this wet, huh?” She made Miley get on her knees, made her lick it.

Miley obliged, eagerly, licking the purple toy until it glistened.

“I bet your little boyfriend fucks you nice, doesn’t he?”

Miley nodded.

“I don’t fuck nice,” Selena said, grinning. She shoved Miley toward the wall. “Lean over. Fucking brace yourself.”

Miley leaned over, arms against the wall to support her weight, ass toward Selena. Selena didn’t hesitate. She guided the thick toy, pressing the tip against Miley’s wet hole.

Miley groaned and let out a shiver.

“Oh, that’s nothing,” Selena purred, then twisted her hips, jamming the toy in deep.

Miley yelped but softened again, pushing back gently against the dildo.

“There you go,” Selena said, working her hips, working the toy. “That’s it.” She grabbed Miley around the hips and plunged the toy in deeper, deeper. “You like it, don’t you? Like it nice and rough, don’t you?” She felt herself start to sweat, the effort getting greater. The toy moving faster and faster inside Miley’s tight wet pussy.

“I do, I do,” Miley whimpered. “Fuck me please fuck me!”

Selena moved even faster. She moved her hands, giving her fingertips a lick, then reached around with one hand to play with Miley’s wet clit. “Fuck, you are wet, aren’t you? You are so wet for me, aren’t you?” Selena leaned in, gave Miley’s shoulder a nip with her teeth.

“I knowwwww,” Miley sighed, pushing back harder against the purple strap-on. “So wet, fuck!”

Selena rubbed Miley’s clit, loving the way her fingertips glided against Miley’s wet skin. With her other hand, she rubbed up and down Miley’s ass crack, grazing her tight little asshole.

Miley responded with an extra loud moan, so Selena wiggled her fingertip, working the tip inside Miley’s asshole.

“You nasty little whore,” Selena said, twisting her finger inside Miley’s ass. “Making me fuck your asshole and cunt at the same time.”

Miley leaned over farther, turning slightly to hold onto a cabinet for support. Her moans were uncontrollable now, constant. She moaned in the back of her throat with every single exhalation.

Selena thought maybe Miley would fall over all the way, just topple over, overcome by lust and ecstasy. Didn’t make her slow down, though. Selena kept at it, her fingers, the dildo, everything working together, driving Miley closer and closer to orgasm, her first with another girl.

Miley let out a final cry and Selena felt her cum. Miley stopped grinding back against the toy, and Selena felt Miley’s asshole tighten around her fingertip, then finally relax as Miley’s orgasm subsided.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Selena pulled the toy out of Miley’s dripping pussy, and helped her find a comfortable spot to collapse.

“Oh my god,” Miley sighed. She rolled onto her back. Pushed her hair off her face. Grazed her fingers against her wet, pink slit. “I’ve never had it so good.”

Selena grinned. “Nobody ever fucked you like they just didn’t give a shit? Funny. Didn’t think it would be so good for you.”

“Um,” Miley said. “You could do that again. In a minute.”

Selena laughed quietly. “Oh, you are a nasty girl, aren’t you? Already for more. Nice offer, but no. I’ve got other things to do today.” She pulled up her pants. “You’ve got plenty of toys, so I think I’ll just hold onto this one.” She bent the purple dildo to the side and adjusted her yoga pants as well as she could. The bulge was sill obvious and immense, the outline of the dildo visible.

“You earned it,” Miley said. “Fuck. Can’t believe you just fucked me like that. Fuck.”

“I’m pretty surprised myself,” Selena said. She left Miley there, relaxing on the floor, and let herself out the front gate again. She didn’t even look out for any paparazzi who might be on lookout for anyone coming and going from Miley’s mansion. She just unlocked her car, and drove away.