XXX-Fiction

The TV was in my room, and I had a bookshelf stuffed with DVDs. Miriam went to it and spent a couple of minutes browsing the situation. It was an art-house movie about a girl from an ultra-religious family and was just about to go to college. I had seen it about a hundred times before. Most of the time, I would kind of ignore the first part where her brother seduces her. It got a bit racy at times but had clearly been dialed back from the director’s original intention to make it to the film festivals. The second half was where I had always found myself sitting a little straighter and worrying that other people might sense me sweating. Tonight, instead of sweating, I agreed and relaxed, sitting on the bed with my back against the headboard. It was nice to know another girl thought the way I did about this movie.

The movie started, and Miriam lay on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed to be closer to the screen. As I said, I usually didn’t pay much attention to the beginning of the film. It wasn’t that incestuous themes bothered me. They were simply symbolic of … something. (I made a mental note to look it up.) It’s just that I had always found the brother’s girlfriend much more intriguing. She kind of reminded me of Miriam, now that I thought about it. Miriam.

And that’s why I found myself paying attention to the first half this time. Miriam was here. On my bed. It turns out the brother-sister relationship wasn’t as bad as I remember—still not as interesting as the second half, but not bad. And then came the revelation with all those Polaroids: the lost love, the girl at church camp. It was heartbreaking. I tried not to cry and did a pretty good job, but I sniffled, and Miriam turned her head.

She must have seen my face because she rolled over and sat up. “What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I lied.

She took my hands, and I pulled them away. “Dee! What’s going on with you?” I looked at her eyes and felt hot tears running down my face.

“I like you,” I said.

“Uh, ok?”

“You know what I mean,” I sobbed into my hands.

“Oh,” she said. “Oh, shit. I had no idea it would be so hard on you. And, well, I thought you knew.”

I peeked through my fingers like a child. “Knew?”

“About me,” she said.

“I did,” I said. “Suspected.”

She took my hands and held them in hers. “And you brought me up here for the weekend as a friend?”

I nodded.

“Because you didn’t know about your own feelings.”

I nodded again, and she scooted a bit closer and wiped the tears from my cheeks. For a moment, there was only the sound of the movie in the background, a rising musical score, and the sounds of lovemaking. I glanced at the TV. The first half of the movie was racier than I remember. The moaning sounds filled the room, and the absurdity of the situation hit me, and I started to laugh, first with bittersweet chuckles, but then with wracking belly laughs as Miriam joined me.

When she kissed me, I melted again and felt passion burst inside me like a balloon. It spread through my body, and rather than just letting her kiss me, I put my arms around her and kissed back. Her soft lips grappled with mine, and I felt my heart racing. Against my hands, her back curved and arched, and I pulled her to me. She finally put her arms around me, admittedly much lower than I’d expected, and instead of having doubts, I let her strong arms pull me even closer, so I was straddling her thigh, and she was straddling mine. Our bodies came together, my breath left me, and I pulled my lips from hers for a moment.

“Everything okay?” Miriam asked, taking a hand from the small of my back and running her fingertips over my cheek. I was no expert in love, but I could sense the yearning in Miriam’s body, held at bay by what I hoped was respect.

“Better than okay,” I said. “I just needed to catch my breath.”

“This is your first time making out with a girl.”

“With anyone.”

“Should we slow down?” Miriam asked. I felt a swelling of joy at being proven right. It was respected. I wasn’t just another girl to her, and that fact only made me want her more.

“No,” I said, kissing her neck and eliciting a soft sigh.

“Are you certain?” she said, her tone slightly more serious. She needn’t have asked, though. I knew what she meant. If we continued, neither of us would be able to stop.

“Yes,” I hissed into her ear and ran my lips down her jaw until I felt her body tense ever so slightly. I kissed the spot, and she moaned and returned her hand to the small of my back.

As our lips met again, I felt her hands press gently but firmly, pulling me closer but also lowering my hips onto her thigh. Even though her pants and my own, the heat of her body radiated between my legs, and I felt a loose, warm sensation flood my body. I’d felt it before, of course, but this was different, more intense, more complete. I dragged my crotch against her thigh and gasped for breath. Miriam released the pressure on my hips, and I slid back down. The kindling had been lit, and all that was left was to give the flame of passion a chance to catch.

Her hands slid further down over my butt and pulled me up her thigh again. The fire went wild. I no longer needed the encouragement, but I let her keep grinding me against her because I loved the way her fingers dug into my butt. Soon, though, it was hard to think about anything other than the growing heat between my legs, and I felt my body take over.

Her tongue entwined with mine, and our heavy breathing almost drowned out the movie. I decided it was my turn and moved my hands down over Miriam’s hips to her round butt. There was plenty to grab onto, and I pulled her onto my thigh. Instantly, I felt the heat of her against me, and I knew this was right. She had been waiting, of course, and needed no encouragement. What I didn’t expect was how much her grinding would affect me. I felt dizzy.

I was so focused on the sensation of her butt in my hands that I didn’t notice her hands moving up until her fingers were against the skin under my shirt. I must have jerked in surprise because she paused for a second and pulled her lips from mine. But I couldn’t help it. I wanted more. I kissed her again and pressed her hips hard against my thigh, and she groaned in pleasure.

Her hands continued up my back, past my shoulder blades, igniting little fires on their way. And when I thought she was going to stop, she kept on going, ever upward, hooking her fingers through the neck of my shirt. I hadn’t buttoned it up all the way, and when I raised my arms somewhat grudgingly from her butt, the whole thing slipped right off. I had my bra on, so I didn’t feel too naked, and she didn’t seem to mind—just soaked me up with her eyes. And when she looked to me, she just raised her arms straight above her head expectantly with a mischievous grin.

I couldn’t help giggling, and soon neither could she. We tried once to stop, but when I snorted trying to hold it back, we broke down again. When at last, our laughter subsided, she raised her arms again. Looking her in the eyes, I ran my hands up her hips and hesitated a moment before continuing. And when I did, the softness of her skin ran under my fingers like silk. It was perfect. Up my hands went, not up her back, as she had done with me, but along her sides. I reached the place where my fingers should have run against her bra but found only smooth skin. Still looking me in the eye, her eyes gleamed. I swallowed and continued up until the shirt was pulled up over her head, but not off.

“Hey!” she giggled, the shirt blinding her.

The truth is, I didn’t want her to see my reaction. What if her boobs had been ugly? They weren’t, of course. They were perfect. I reached out and took one in each hand, and she froze.

“Well, feel free to, uh, feel free,” she said. “I’ll just be here, blind.”

I did just that. I’d never touched another girl’s breasts before, and now I was wondering why I had waited so long. I ran my fingers over every inch and watched in delight as Miriam’s responded. First was her breath catching in her throat, to release in a sigh. And then, as I explored her hardened nipples, her grinding against my thigh began anew. Finally, I reached up and pulled the t-shirt off her head and, before she could react, kissed her again. I felt her hands on my back, and before I knew what she was doing, she had my bra off. Now, skin against skin, we stoked the fire once again.

I must have been love drunk because, in my zealousness, I lost my balance. With a shared shriek of pleasant surprise, we fell to the bed. Our legs were still entwined, and I felt Miriam’s hands firmly on my butt again, pressing me against her and sending a wave of pleasure rolling through my body. Her hands smoothed up my back, but when they returned, her fingers slid underneath, not just my loose sweatpants, but my panties, as well, with her thumbs hooked on the outside.

“Dee, are you—” she started.

“Fuck it,” I said and arched my butt up, giving her all the room she needed.

Miriam slides her body under mine, and I felt my pants and panties slip down to my knees, ankles and then heard the slight rustle as they fell off the bed and onto the floor. My mind was spinning. Was this really happening? Was I really naked in bed with another girl? It felt right, but was it? Hot breath on my breast and then sucking wetness at my nipple was enough to snap me out of it. It was so, so right. I shuddered in pleasure and heard a groan of pleasure in the back of my throat.

“Oh, god, Miriam,” I whispered. “I—”

But she took my other nipple between her lips, flicking her tongue against the tip, and the rest of the words came out as alphabet soup. The electric feeling of her kisses and nibbles only added to my desire, and I drove my own hands to her waist. She barely had time to lift her hips before I had peeled off her sweatpants as if shucking corn.

I dove back on top of her, but she rolled of top of me with her thigh between mine. When she leaned forward, it was just her smooth skin against my aching sex, and I whimpered in delight.

“God, Dee, your pussy is soaking,” she said, barely able to contain her excitement.

I looked down and saw the snail’s trail. I’d left against her mocha skin and then realized that she had been holding herself away from me. I suspected she did it not to spook me. “It’s all your fault,” I said, kissing her. “What about you?”

She pulled away and knelt next to me. Gently, she took my hand. I felt myself shaking, and she must have, too, because she put her other hand on my tummy to calm me. She looked me in the eyes, and I nodded. She guided my hand between her legs. “My what?”

“Your…” I had heard the words a thousand times but never used it before. I’d never been in a position where it seemed right. “Pussy.”

She placed my hand against her smooth labia, and my middle finger lay along the part in the folds. It took only a moment to feel the hot wetness coming from her.

“Oh my god,” I said.

Miriam started moving my hand against her pussy, and it didn’t take me long to figure out what she liked. Soon enough, I was moving and exploring on my own. For a minute, all I could look at was my hand caressing and teasing her hot mound. I could hardly believe it, but I was surprised by how natural it felt. I curled my fingers, made gentle circles around her clit, and felt her press against my hand.

“Harder,” she pleaded.

“Harder?” I finally looked up at her face.

She smiled through her ecstasy. “You won’t break me,” she said.

I pressed harder, and she groaned in pleasure, biting her lower lip and making little circles with her hips. Her breathing became ragged, and I knew that she would come soon. Her hand, which had rested on my tummy to calm me, now turned south, sliding past my belly button, over my pubic bone, and then to its ultimate destination. Fireworks went off behind my eyes, and I heard myself whimper again. Miriam’s fingers scratched the itch that I could never seem to reach and arched my hips off the bed and against her hand.

As I was consumed by pleasure, I was still curious, and now that my middle finger was thoroughly slippery, I decided now was the time. I slipped my finger into her, slowly at first. Immediately, her pussy gripped it.

“Oh shit!” Miriam breathed. “Yes!”

She was burning up inside and soaking wet. I started moving my finger in and out, and as I did, I felt my own ecstasy rise, pushing me closer toward orgasm. Miriam started to ride my finger, bucking up and down in the same rhythm her fingers used to run circles around my clit. I knew what I liked and hoped she would like it, too. Curling my middle finger inside of her, I let it slide against her g-spot, and she cried out and began bucking even harder. She had a hard time keeping her attention on my pussy, but I didn’t mind.

Suddenly, she tensed, her pussy gripped my finger, and she clamped both of her hands over mine.

“Fuck!” Miriam groaned, shaking. “Fuck, Dee! I’m coming!”

My heart jumped. I had made another girl come, and as she shook, her juices soaked my hand. I looked up at her and thought how beautiful she was. How strange was it, though, that only a few hours earlier, the thought of making love to another girl in my bed would have been frightening and alien. Had we moved too fast? When Miriam let go of my hand, I eased my fingers from between her legs and regarded the slickness that coated them. In a moment of unguarded curiosity, I brought them to my lips and tasted her. Salty, sweet, tangy: it wasn’t too bad. I thought to myself, and I could get used to this.

Miriam collapsed with her head on my thigh. She was still breathing hard, and with a warm feeling in my belly, I thought, I did that. I was so used to being a prop in my family’s machinations; it had never really occurred to me that I could have that effect on someone.

“Hey,” Miriam said, and I realized she had been speaking to me.

“Huh?”

“You’re up in your head again,” she said.

“Sorry.”

She smiled at me. “It’s fine, Dee,” she said. “It’s a lot to take in.”

“Oh,” I said, realizing the misunderstanding. “No, no. I’m dealing with this just fine.”

A glimmer entered her eyes. “Are you now…” she said.

“Yeah,” I said. “No problems whatsoever.”

She kissed my thigh near my knee. “I’m glad,” she said. “I was a little worried.”

“Why?” I asked.

Miriam kissed my thigh again, higher up, closer to my hips. “Well, you know how it is,” she said. “You meet a girl.” Another kiss, higher up. “She takes you back to her place.” Another kiss, this time just below my pelvis. “You kiss her.” Her next kiss landed farther down, back down toward my knee, but on the inside of my thigh.

“Uh…” I breathed.

“You make out,” she said, planting a wet warm kiss squarely on the inside of my thigh.

My body began to tingle, and my hands started to tremble. “Uh, huh.”

“And before you know it, she’s making you cum,” she said. This next kiss was so high up on the inside of my thigh that the breath from her nose washed across my pussy. “Know what I mean?”

My jaw was quaking so bad, and I couldn’t speak, so when she looked up at me from between my legs, I just shook my head.

When I felt her hot tongue against my labia, my toes curled and skin prickled. I squeaked, “Miri.”

She didn’t answer, though. Her tongue had already gone to work. And work it did. Never in my life had I felt anything like the pleasure her tongue was giving me now. It slid along my labia, occasionally dipping between the folds. Her lips sucked and nibbled gently at whatever they could grab hold of, and the electricity radiating up from my tummy began to fill my chest. My body took over, and I arched my hips off the bed. She stayed with me, and soon enough, her tongue flicked my clit.

“Oh god, Miri!” I cried out as electric ripples of pleasure washed through me. I must have been afraid I’d fly off the bed because I gripped the bedsheets with my hands.

Miriam’s tongue kept lashing at my clit, sending me higher and higher. And then I felt her finger enter me. I bucked and whimpered and cursed and called out her name. Her second finger slid inside me, and I felt as if I would explode. And then I did. With a squeal and spasm of pleasure, I came. “I’m coming! Oh god, Miri, I’m coming!” I squealed as if it weren’t obvious.

She groaned in pleasure as my thighs clamped onto her head, and together we rode the wave of orgasm. When my body went slack at last, and my legs allowed her head to move, she removed her fingers from me. I felt her move next to me and put an arm over my belly.

I turned my head to face her, and she kissed me. It wasn’t the first time I’d ever tasted myself, but it was by far the best, and I savored it. After a while, we lay back and were still. I had no idea what Miriam was thinking, but as for me, I was just soaking it all up. A big part of me wanted to worry. My life would be different now. It would have to be. I wouldn’t be able to keep this a secret forever, and when Mother found out, there would be hell to pay. But as it was, in the afterglow, I felt ready to pay it a thousand times over. If I knew then what was to come, I might have thought differently. Or maybe not.

“So, what do you think?” Miriam asked, finally breaking the silence and my musing.

“About?” I said, rolling on my side to face her. I had missed something she said again. I had to stop doing that.

“Sleeping together,” she said, flicking her fingertip gently against my nipple. I hissed as my body flared with desire.

“Are you worried I’m afraid of the dark?” I teased.

“Oh, no,” she said with a grin, brushing her fingertips tantalizingly down her side and hip, drawing my attention to her perfect mocha skin. “I know you’re not.”

She was right. And anyway, there are more important things to be afraid of.

 

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.