A Cat's Tale

====Chapter Five====

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The only time I was uneasy was around Miranda's brother, Mitchell. Her twin brother. He was never overtly rude, but I could sense his disapproval every time we met. Once I even walked in while Mitchell was arguing with Miranda. I heard him yell, "He's not your kind" before Miranda shushed him.

Quite honestly, I was confused by it. I wasn't the greatest catch in the world, but I also wasn't anything Miranda should be ashamed of. Miranda explained it away as Mitchell's protectiveness. Just what he was protecting her against, I was afraid to ask.

With the exception of Mitchell's obvious dislike, everyone else accepted Miranda and I as a couple with few questions. I had very few friends since I had such a busy extracurricular schedule, but they were all the staunch loyal type. My friend Alex joked that had he known babes like Miranda went for geeks, he would have invested in pocket protectors years ago. I really laughed when Miranda informed him that it wasn't my pocket that needed protection.

That earned her a long kiss. As punishment or a promise, I'm still not sure.

Miranda's kisses were out of this world. Every time I kissed her it was like someone had set fire to my nerve endings. My lips would start to tingle and my blood changed to fire. There was nothing tentative about our kisses now. I wanted her so badly I hurt with it. But I also loved her which meant that I would do anything to make sure she was never hurt. So I reined in my libido and gave it a good talking to. It didn't work, but I sure felt virtuous for a while.

For a while.

Due to a teacher in-service, we found ourselves at the end of October with a rare Thursday to ourselves. No school, no gymnastics, no parents, no nothing but time for us. I think it was Miranda's idea to stay at home. We played a couple of games of chess before Miranda got tired of being beat and suggested dancing.

Have I mentioned that I love to dance? Particularly with Miranda. Most girls grab you in a chokehold and have to be dragged around the dance floor. Not Miranda. She snuggled close during the slow songs, but kept her weight on her own feet and followed my signals as if she were reading my mind. Dancing with Miranda was better than sex with most other girls.

I used my hand at her back to press her closer while we swayed to the beat. I'm not sure what made it pop out of my mouth at that particular moment, but I never regretted saying it.

"I love you, Miranda."

I was shocked when I heard a soft sob, quickly controlled. Pulling back, I tipped up her face. Her eyes were filled with tears and I started to panic. Maybe it was too much too soon. We had only been dating a little over a month after all.

"Honey, I'm sorry. What's wrong? Whatever it is, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" I knew I was babbling.

Miranda gave one more watery sniff. "I'm fine. I love you too, Adam."

Finally I started to relax. Until she drew back and punched me in the shoulder. I knew it had to hurt her more than it did me, but I smiled at the incongruity of being beat up while someone told me they loved me.

"Why'd you go and hit me? I thought you loved me."

Miranda didn't answer all at once. She looked toward the door. "Loki, would you give us some privacy, please?" Finally she looked back at me.

"You always hurt the ones you love, Adam. Besides, it was about time you told me!" Miranda was getting her composure and spunk back. God did I love this woman. She could still floor me though.

"NOW will you finally make love to me?"

What'd I tell you? I was completely speechless. Good thing words were not what Miranda was looking for.

Her eyes were telling me everything I needed to know about how much she wanted this, so I wasted no time in bending down to kiss her.

Miranda's lips were always so sweet. As soon as my lips touched hers I felt that powerful tingle that always accompanied our kisses. I would know Miranda blindfolded based on that kiss.

Her lips plucked at mine as I slowly rubbed my lips over hers. I wasn't actually kissing her, just letting her feel our mingled heat and the friction of skin rubbing against skin. She must have enjoyed it because her hands started a restless sweep against my back. I was not going to be rushed, however. I was going to wring every drop of pleasure out of this, for myself and for Miranda.

While my lips started a slow nibble, I let my hand push up under Miranda's blouse. Her skin was warm and firm and felt better than I had imagined. I just let my hand make slow circles across her back while I continued to savor the press of her mouth.

Eventually, that wasn't enough any more. When Miranda sighed into my mouth, I took advantage. I began to lick the inside of her lips, gradually deepening my penetration. Miranda was making little mewling noises in the back of her throat that spurred me on. My tongue was now tangling around hers and both of us were starting to pant.

I wasn't truly conscious of what I was doing at this point. I was following my instincts and playing out several of my recent fantasies. That's how my hands found her breasts. I let the backs of my hands brush over her nipples before cupping the underside of her tits and just squeezing gently. I could feel the shockwave that rolled through Miranda when I started to tug on her nipples. I couldn't let that go without an acknowledgement.

I stepped back slightly from Miranda, but before she could say anything, I had her shirt up and over her head. Half a second later, my shirt followed. My hands immediately found their way back to Miranda's tits while my lips found her erect nipples. I continued to rub the underside and sides of her breasts while I let my teeth tug her nipples. When she gasped, I let go and gave a quick bat to each nipple with my tongue before pulling as much as I could into my mouth and suckling. By her arched back and moans, Miranda approved.

Miranda's obvious enjoyment was setting me on fire. I wanted her so badly I was about to cum in my pants. I almost cried when Miranda pulled my head away. She was on a mission though. That much was obvious with how quickly she managed to discard her pants and panties. Then her fingers found the zipper to my jeans.

I had to stop her. No way would I last if she touched me.

"Not yet," was all I managed to choke out.

I don't know if she understood, but Miranda looked into my face and nodded slightly. I pulled her into my arms and both of us gasped at the feel of her nipples against my chest. Experimentally, I started a slow slide across her chest while lowering her to the floor.

I knew I wouldn't last long, so I wanted to make sure that Miranda got off first. With that thought in mind, I resumed my attention of her breasts. My hand, however, had made its way to her cunt lips. I ran my fingers up and down gently just trying to find out how ready Miranda was. Boy was she ready. I was surprised at how much moisture had already gathered. But I wanted more.

I started by running my fingers up and down the outside of her cunt with an occasional swipe over her clit. Every time I hit it, Miranda squealed. Eventually my finger was poised directly over her clit and I was rubbing in tiny circles while continuing to suck strongly on her tits. It didn't take long.

Miranda came with a loud shout and fingers clenched in my hair. That was my cue. I shucked my jeans as fast as I could only taking the time to grab a condom out of my wallet and slide it on.

I pushed into her as slowly as I could. She was as tight as I could wish and I knew I wouldn't last long in her heat. When I finally bottomed out, I lowered myself onto Miranda and held still. I plucked gently at her lips until she moaned. Pulling my head back a fraction of an inch, I whispered against her mouth, "I love you, Miranda.".

That was when I started thrusting. Long hard strokes that I couldn't have controlled if I wanted to. It only took 4 strokes before I felt the cum starting to boil in my nuts. Quickly I reached down and took Miranda's clit between my fingers. I squeezed gently just once and she went off with another shout. The feel of her cunt walls massaging my cock was too much. Way, way too much and I too gave a shout as I felt myself begin to cum.

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