Every day that goes by, I still think of Miranda. I still see her long wavy dark brown hair flowing over her shoulders, the dark eyes shining on a perfectly slender face with thin lips that formed her tender mouth that I used to kiss smiling gently. I see her every day in my mind and the feelings I had when she was here with me are still just as strong as the day she left.
I even imagine, even fantasize, that she is beside me in bed as I am lying there like she used to be. Her long tanned smooth legs stretched out beside mine. I used to love to trace up them with my fingers until I found the thin landing strip that led to pure erotic goodness. Her firm breasts, in all their perkiness with their stiff nipples poking out into the air, gave sense that she was more than just a sexual being. She was all woman.
God, I missed her. I had to have her back. Even if I just had her for one more night.
I had waited long enough. I never should have waited this long. I had seen her several times in the two years since she left, but I was just to chicken to approach her. I knew she was still with that other guy, but I had to this. She was going to be surprised when I knocked on her door. I had to though. I was still in love with her.
I drove by her house three times just to make sure she was home. I had to since the garage door was closed. I had to look for signs of life in the house. On the third drive by, I saw her shadow through the window standing in the living room. I knew it was her by her slender frame.
Miranda never heard me drive into her driveway. The only sound she was going to hear was my knock on her door. I was very careful getting out of my truck and quietly shutting the door. Now, all I had to do was just make the short walk to her front door.
Nervously, I stepped on the concrete sidewalk that lead to the door in which I was about to knock with my fist. I stepped on the welcome mat and lifted my arm. Just as I was about to knock, I paused and took a deep breath. This was the moment I had been waiting for now for two long years.
Finally, I knocked and waited. A few seconds later, Miranda opened the door. She still looked the same. Her dark hair still flowed over her shoulders. Her dark eyes still shined perfectly. Her thin lips that I used to kiss were just as kissable. She was just as I remembered.
She was at a loss for words when she saw it was me standing in her doorway. The expression on her face was that of shock and surprise together. It was just what I was going after.
“Brandon, what the hell?”
“It’s nice to see you too, Miranda.”
“Really, are you fucking crazy? It’s been two fucking years!”
“I realize that. Gives good reason to ask me in, don’t you think?”
“No, I don’t really think, but come in anyway.”
Miranda stepped aside and let me pass through the door. I walked where she directed me to go. That was to the living room. I took a seat in the chair. She sat on the couch opposite me.
“God, I am going to regret this, but what the fuck are you doing here?” Miranda asked.
It was all I could do to keep from staring at her tanned legs as they jutted out from under the mini skirt she was wearing. They still looked the same as when we dated; tanned, smooth, and very sensual. I wondered if they still led to the thin landing strip she always kept between her legs when we were together.
There was no use dragging it out. She had a good reason for asking and I did not need to lead her on with small talk. It would only make matters worse. So, I paused for a minute, found the nerve that opened my mouth, and said, “Miranda, I still love you. I want you back.”
Miranda just sat there with her legs crossed, and looked in the opposite direction away from me. I could tell she was thinking. For some reason, I found that to be a positive thing.
Finally, she looked at me and said, “Brandon, really? You should not have come here. You need to go.”
I knew that I had struck a nerve inside her. I could still read her like a book. After all, we had shared a life together for three years before she walked out on me for no reason. Well, there was a reason, but only she knew what that reason was. She never told me.
“Miranda, for two damn years, I have been wondering what it was that made you leave. You just walked out and did not give me any reason at all. Yes, you would think that after two years, I would be over you, but I’m not. I still can’t get you out of my mind. I deserve a reason and you deserve to know that I still love you. That’s why I came.”
Miranda uncrossed her legs and sighed. She looked at me and said, “Brandon, how can you still love me? How can you let two years go by and not even try to talk to me?”
“I could ask the same of you,” I said.
“Okay, you want a reason? I’ll give you a reason. It was me. I was tired. I was scared that we weren’t going anywhere. I had to get out. Why? I don’t really fucking know. I just knew that I had to leave.”
I was now thoroughly confused. Miranda was tired and scared that we weren’t going anywhere? We had built a life together. We had almost gotten to the point where we were going to get married and then she just walked out.
“You had to leave? Really? Well, you did. You didn’t even think about my feelings at all. I just woke up one morning and you were gone. Gone! Do you know how that made me feel?”
Miranda put her hands on her face as if to wipe her memory clean. I was getting to her and she knew it.
“Brandon, I thought it was the best way. I thought that by not saying anything that we both would move on.”
“Well, you moved on and found another guy with no problem. I obviously was not cutting it anymore. And for your information, as you now see, I did not move on. That should be obvious by me coming here today and still professing my love to you. Miranda, since you left, you should know, there has been no other woman. There was no way I could be with another woman when I was still in love with you. However, that did not stop you.”
Miranda stood up and started to walk to the front door. I continued to sit there. I knew what she was going to do. However, I knew what I was going to do also.
“Brandon, you need to leave. Now! Just get out!”
I stood up and walked over to where she had the door already open, hoping that I would just exit. Instead, I pulled her into me, feeling her body close to mine again, and kissed her just as hard as I could. I felt her body give into mine. I could tell as I kissed her tender lips, she was still in love with me and trying to hide it. She was scared to give into her feelings with me again. To tell you the truth, I could not blame her. It had been two years after all.
Miranda’s arms closed around me as she gave in to my kiss. She was letting go of all the emotions she had in the past and letting the moment take her. I felt her body getting hot, just like the times I had held her before. It was like she had never left me.
I picked Miranda up and slammed the door with my foot. I carried her, as I kissed her, all the way back to the living room and laid her upon the couch. Her body was getting hotter under mine. Her lips tasted as I remembered; tender and erotic. She started to moan as our tongues intertwined with each others. It was good to be back in her arms again.
Slowly, I pulled away from her lips and without hesitation, I pulled on her mini skirt, pulling it down her thighs and past her feet and flung it to the floor. The teal bikini panties she was wearing already had a wet spot showing on the outside. I was still able to bring her to arousal. But that was evident as I kissed her lips.
Miranda reached up with her hands and pulled on my shirt.
Slowly, I pulled the blouse from her body and she was on the couch in nothing but her undergarments. Miranda was just as beautiful, if not even more now, as she lied there in nothing but them. Again, I eyed the wet spot on her panties. It was now even bigger.
I leaned down and began kissing her neck. She leaned her head back so that I could have a better angle. Her skin was hot and sensual and tasted like sweet cream. I worked my way down, cupping one of her breasts through her bra. Miranda moaned from my touch. I had missed that moan. I had missed her.
I kissed down her stomach and as I passed down to her right thigh, I smelled the aroma of pure desire come from the wet patch between her legs. The tender mound that hid behind it was now aroused and more pronounced. As I kissed her inner thigh, I brought my hand down that I was using to cup her breast to the wet spot between her legs and traced a finger over it. She moaned even more as my finger tickled her there and was dampened with her sexual fluid. My cock was now throbbing.
I worked my down her long tanned leg, caressing it with my lips as I used to do. I looked up and Miranda had already come out of her bra and was massaging her breasts with her hands. They were just as perky and her nipples were already fully erect. She tweaked them both gently with her fingers and thumbs and moaned even more. I reached up to her panties with my hands and pulled them down under her ass and down her legs, rolling them as I went until she was fully out of them. Her pussy was glistening from her arousal and that’s when I saw it. Miranda still kept the thin landing strip. That made my cock throb even more.
I leaned up from caressing her leg and unbuttoned my pants and pulled them, along with my boxers off. My cock bounced up and down until it stood straight out. I was ready to use it. But first, I worked my way back up her long tanned leg to do what I used to do when we were together.
I traced up her legs again with my fingers slowly. Miranda moaned and sighed heavily from my touch. I looked up to her and her breasts were firm, her nipples were still just as hard, and her pussy was engorged and still wet, almost dripping. Her skin was now even hotter as I traced up now to her thigh and on the inside of them just in line with the crease that was next to her sexual cavity. With my finger, I ran it up between her slit, feeling the hot wetness there, coating my finger with her sexual fluid then slowly running it through the landing strip she kept. God it felt good to feel the roughness of her pubic hair on my finger again. Miranda arched her body as I fingered through her long thin dark strip and opened her legs. Her slit now opened slightly as it engorged with blood. She moaned and started to drip her inner core on the leather couch beneath her. I could see her clit begin to poke out from its hiding place. She was ready.
I positioned myself perfectly between her legs, the tip of my hard cock rubbing through the wetness of her hot slit. Up and down three times I got her lubrication all over the head of my cock. She felt the tip run through her sexual folds of skin and sounded, “Mmmmm” as I did. On the fourth time, I slowly accessed her hot depths. Just like when we were together, I felt her vaginal muscle wrap around my cock. She still felt like she used too; hot, wet, and pliable. Her pink insides felt wonderful once again.
I leaned down and began to suck on her breast, drawing her hard erect nipple into my mouth. Slowly, I began to thrust into her moist pussy as I sucked on her nipple. Her nipple was just as hot as the inside of her pink elasticity.
“Oh God, Brandon, I have missed you!” Miranda moaned in one long sexual breath.
I took my mouth from her nipple and began massaging it with my hand as I continued to pump into her and said, “I’ve missed you too, Miranda. God, you feel the same. So warm and wet. It’s good to be inside you again.”
“Make me cum, Brandon. Make me cum like you used too. Only you knew how to do it!” Miranda said.
Then, as she requested, I began the motions that I had so often used to make her cum when we were together. Slowly, I backed out of her and gently I thrust all the way inside, making it feel like my cock was lengthening inside her. There was a loud moan each time I did. Repeating the process over and over, I felt the wetness of her pussy surround me. She was getting so wet, slurping sounds formed. She was on the verge of cumming. And I was too.
“Yes, Brandon, like that! God, I haven’t been fucked like this in two years. Mmmmm!”
I continued and began to grunt to match her moans. I felt my balls tighten and rise. She felt them also on her engorged lips as I sunk all the way inside her. She was beginning to get hotter and her grip was getting tighter on me. I knew she was about to cum.
“Keep going Brandon, keep going! I am almost there. I’m getting ready to cum!”
“Me too, baby, me too. Make me cum after I make you cum. You always did that!”
Miranda began to moan even more. Her breaths became heavier and deeper. Her pussy began to pulse contractions on my hard cock. The slurping sounds were getting louder and louder. She was about to explode.
Then she yelled out a long shriek and said, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!”
And she did. Her body tensed, her pussy contracted on my cock, and the hot gush of sexual release followed, flowing all over my hard cock and out of her canal, coating me and leaking on the couch beneath her. Each contraction brought out more liquid that squirted out of the seams where my cock did not seal around her hot lips as I pounded into her some more. It was sexy as hell and caused me to lose it and she felt it on my cock as she surrounded me.
“Cum for me Brandon! Cum for me! Let me feel that hot load explode inside me!”
And I obliged. As soon as she ended her sentence, I came inside her in spurts that lasted forever. I knew why. The last time I had cum that way was actually with Miranda two years ago. I felt the pulses in my cock let each spurt jet out of my hard cock in streams. I unloaded a geyser inside her and she felt each stream land inside her pink cavity and let it be known.
“Oh shit Brandon, that feels so good. It feels so good to have your hot cum inside me again!”
Upon my last projection inside her, my cock began to go soft and I removed it from her hot sexual lips. I sat beside her body there on the couch and looked at her. She was glowing. Her pussy was now sensitive and began to leak sexual goodness. Mine was mixed with hers. It was so sexy to see our bodily functions mixed and leaking out of her sexual cavity.
I leaned back into the couch and Miranda threw her legs over the edge and sat beside me, actually cuddling me as she wrapped her arms around me. I wrapped my arms around hers. Her naked body still aroused and in the phase that cooled off like mine. We looked at each other and smiled.
“I am glad you came back to me Brandon. I have missed you. God, how I have missed you. I’d be a fool not to say that I don’t still love you. Because I do. I never stopped loving you and I was a bitch for leaving.”
“We are together now. I won’t ever leave you. We are now one. That’s all that matters. I will always love you.”
We kissed each other deeply and Miranda began running her hand over my chest. Her fingers felt good there like they had years ago. Then her hand went down lower. She ran her fingers through my pubic hair. Before I knew it, my cock was hard again. I again pushed her down on the couch. Instinctively, Miranda opened her legs. Her pussy was still dripping and it was asking for more. Slowly, I entered her again. She moaned with delight once more. I looked in her eyes and she looked into mine as we slowly shared ourselves with each other again. We kissed each other tenderly and we were both thinking the same thing. It had been a very long two years.
