Miranda starts to drift

The next few days were amazing and your relationship with Nate is going strong. And Miranda has started to get more and more distant- she doesn’t take you to lunch anymore and in the dorm she’s very short with you.

A week goes by, and you still are drifting apart from Miranda. Finally, you get fed up with it and decide to confront her.

“Hey, Miranda, can we talk?”

“Carter, I’m fine. Just enjoy Nate and shit, okay?”

“No! I need you in my life too, I care about you.” You look Miranda in the eyes.

“I love you Carter! I really do, but it’s so hard to be around you knowing that guy has you in bed every night. It fucking sucks Carter, and I hate it! It’s not fair at all!” Miranda completely breaks her composure. “I know and I’m sorry for it. I love you too, Miranda!” You grab her waist from behind. “Don’t! Please if you keep touching me I won’t be able to stop myself!” She pleads with you. “I want you to lose yourself,” you spin her around and kiss her.

Miranda’s arms make a feeble attempt to push you away. Standing your ground, you pull her back into your lips, her hips give way and press against yours. You can feel the warmth of her crotch radiate onto your own. Her breasts press against your chest and her nipples feel hard against your body.

“You know that shirt is see-through right? It always drives me crazy when you wear that,” you playfully jab at her. “That’s the idea, my love. I love seeing that little tent grow.” She holds her finger close together with a slight gap to tease you.

Miranda lifts you up in her arms in a bridal carry. You put up a fake fight but continue to let her carry you. “Oh, my hero!” You press your head into her busty breasts. “This is a great place to be.” A happy sigh falls into her chest.

Miranda leans over and kisses you, tongues grate one another for the first time. You wrap your arms around her neck to pull her closer. In a flash, you roll out of her hold and tackle her to the bed, both of you giggling uncontrollably- both finally being true to your feelings.

Miranda grasps your crotch, “There’s that tent I was talking about.” Quickly, she yanks off your shorts and panties, her eyes widening. “Why, I didn’t expect quite that small.” Miranda is barely able to speak through her giggles.

“Is it really that bad?” you ask, cheeks reddening, and voice cracking in embarrassment. Miranda just smiles, eclipsing your package in her fingers. “At least I don’t have to get a sore throat,” she says as she wraps her lips around your cock. “Tell me what you want, Carter.” She massages your cock with her tongue. “You know, my tongue is bigger than your penis. It’s adorable.”

“I’m sorry about that, but I really do want to do it.” Her teasing gets you all shy.

“You want to do what, Carter? Use your words my love.” Miranda places her hand on your chest.

“I… I want to fuck you!” You manage to shout out the words.

“Then come and get it.” Miranda pulls off her pants in one swift movement.

The sight of a vagina up close makes you tense up. Everything hits you at once: the smell, the feel, the look. Without a single thought, you have Miranda mounted, primal instincts taking control in that moment. The head is right against her pink cavern, one slow push and the warmth envelopes your member.

“Haah, that’s so nice,” you moan out, letting Miranda know you’re enjoying yourself. “Wait, you’re inside?” Miranda’s face is stunned. Realizing she’s just teasing you again, you increase the speed and intensity of your thrusts. “How’s that for small?” Triumphant, you ask for her submission.

“Um, Carter, I’m not kidding. I only feel your hips slapping mine.” Miranda’s face is dead serious. “I’m really just-“ “YES!” She shouts, cutting you off.

Something in your brain rings her teasing as really hot, that and the fact you’ve been pumping hard the last few seconds causes you to cum inside her.

“What the fuck, Carter!? You should’ve pulled out!”

“I’m sorry.” Immediately, you move to clean out your mess with your tongue.

“Ok, now that you’re out, lick up all your mess.”

Humiliated and shamed, your head hangs low, tears well up in your eyes. Arms wrap around your neck and lips kiss your cheek.

“Let’s do that some other time, Carter.”