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The thing about trust was that it had to be earned. The thing about Miranda’s trust was that it was rarely earned.
It made sense, considering the incompetent imbeciles she was forced to work with and for. It was hard to find someone to trust.
Cue Andrea.
Before Andrea, Miranda had never considered an actual relationship with a woman. Sure, she’d slept with women. Who hadn’t. But trust wasn’t involved, just an hour or two of release.
Trust would involve no secrets and releasing emotions and full transparency. Nothing Miranda was interested in.
So when Andrea left Runway and moved on to start her new career, Miranda had to trust that the illustrious young journalist wouldn’t forget about her.
That Andrea would keep no secrets and be emotional and truthful and honest. And she did. Of course she did. Exceeding expectations is what Andrea did best.
The first Friday after Andrea stopped working for her, she dropped by that evening with coffee. She did that every Friday for six weeks without fail.
They talked, they laughed and they built their trust.
On week seven, Andrea told Miranda they were going to dinner tomorrow night and to be ready at 7. Nobody ever told Miranda what to do and when to be ready. Nobody ever gave Miranda directions-period.
But for some reason, when Andrea did, it didn’t bother her at all. Nor did it bother her when Andrea ordered for her, lead her to her car confidently and told Miranda she was going to kiss her goodnight.
So, that’s the story of she and Andrea’s first date and the story of their first kiss on Miranda’s front step after.
The story about how months later Miranda was lying naked in the middle of her bed with her wrists wrapped in cerulean blue silk, her knuckles white as she clutched at the part tied to her bed posts; her back arching high off the bed and slightly to the right and into the hand that held her nipple between fingers, pulling and pinching; how her legs wrapped tightly around a head encased with gorgeous brown hair and chocolate colored eyes and a mouth that was as delicious as it was wicked teased her; well that was a different story entirely.
It started about two months after the kiss. Miranda and Andrea continued their Friday night gatherings, went on dates and eventually turned their relationship sexual by christening every surface in the den one Wednesday night when the girls were at their fathers.
And everyone once in a while Andrea would tell Miranda to do something: give her more, go harder, kiss her. And each time, Miranda realized how much she liked it. How much it turned her on to follow Andrea’s directions.
So a few weeks after that, while the pair were laying in bed, spent from catching up on the two days they were apart, Andrea asked what she wanted to explore.
Miranda, of course, wanted nothing to do with the conversation. But then Andrea brought up an interesting argument: trust.
If she really trusted Andrea, she could tell her. She would tell her.
And that’s how Miranda confessed that she didn’t mind Andrea bossing her around. She actually quite enjoyed it.
The idea of someone else being in charge, of Miranda having the opportunity to be the best and beat everyone’s expectations thrilled her. Letting someone else take over, someone she trusted implicitly, was a thrill she has never had the chance to indulge. Until now.
Now she had Andrea who she would move the moon for, would tell her darkest secrets to and would beg when Andrea said beg.
“For someone so desperate you sure don’t have much to say, that’s disappointing,” Andrea murmured as she slowly licked Miranda’s left thigh, her fingers twirling a pink nipple while her other hand held down strong hips.
“Please, please, please Andrea,” Miranda begged, her eyes shut right and head thrown back.
“For someone so decisive you have no idea what you want,” Andrea mocked as she licked dangerously closer to where Miranda wanted her.
“Please Andrea lick my pussy, I am so wet for you. Please baby, I want you so desperately,” Miranda moaned.
Dirty talk was the other condition of the night. Not only did Andrea want her begging, she wanted her using dirty words to do it.
“Mmm you’re so wet and pink and ready,” Andrea murmured as she kissed up around the tied down goddesses pubic bone and to her other hip. Her hand on Miranda’s nipple let go and she slowly scratched her nails down Miranda’s rib cage, making her arch off the bed more and moan the younger girls name in pleasure.
“Such a dirty girl, liking it rough.”
Miranda tried to push her hips higher into Andrea’s mouth, desperate for contact.
“I want your tongue all over me, in me, making me cum so hard,” Miranda pleaded through a groan.
“Who gets to put their tongue all over you?”
“Only you, Andrea.”
“Who gets to put their tongue in you?”
“You.”
“Who makes you cum so hard and makes your pretty pussy tingle?”
“Always you, Andrea only ever you.”
“Mm, good girl,” Andrea praises as she brought her hands to Miranda’s lower lips and spread them blowing lightly. Miranda’s hips pushed back but Andrea held her down.
“Who do you belong to? Whose directions do you follow?” Andrea asked as she poked her tongue out to tease the skin beside her clit.
“You Andrea, all of me belongs to you. Please fuck me so hard and make me yours. Make me forget everyone else, please,” she begged, nearly hysterical.
“Such a polite girl,” Andrea cooed before lowering her head and pushing her tongue deep inside Miranda.
The scream that filled the house following the action was one Andrea would have burned into her ears for the rest of her life. It nearly made her cum, just the sound of it.
She pulled Miranda’s legs up to fit over her shoulders and angled her head to reach deeper. Opening her mouth wider, she took one of Miranda’s lips into her mouth and sucked while she flicked her tongue in and out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, Andrea you are so perfect baby. You fuck me so good yes please use your fingers baby,” Miranda begged from above.
Her nipples were so hard and her body so tightly wound from all of Andrea’s teasing she knew she wouldn’t last long but wanted just one last thing.
“Convince me,” Andrea slurped from below, removing her mouth to flick at her partners clit, seducing it from its hood.
“Nobody can fill me with their fingers except you, you’re the only one. It’s always you Andrea,” she chanted.
“And why is that?”
“Because I love you.”
“And why is that?”
“Because you love me.”
“Miranda. Why. Is. That,” Andrea said, emphasizing the words and moving her head up just enough to look her in the eye as two fingers slowly slid up and down her entrance.
“Because I trust you.”
Those were the magic words and the last ones Miranda would be able to speak for a while. The next thing she knew, Andrea slid two long fingers deep inside her as her mouth descended on her clit, sucking hard.
When she felt Miranda’s walls tighten around her she forced in a third finger and curled them upward as fast as she could until the shaking thighs around her ears went rigid and the gorgeous woman below her let out a scream as an earth shattering orgasm erupted from her.
Andrea slowly removed her fingers from inside Miranda and missed the legs, tummy and chest of the spent woman below her. Miranda nearly passed out from her orgasm and was fighting to get her breathing under control when Andrea made her way up her body to untie her.
She slowly undid the left binding, then the right, kissing her wrists and the angry red marks they left.
“Such a good girl,” Andrea murmured tenderly as she gently kissed Miranda’s cheeks, forehead, eyelids and finally her lips. Miranda wrapped her arms around Andrea’s back and pulled her down to her, holding her close.
Turns out there was something worthwhile to this whole trusting someone completely thing. Who knew.