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She was so used to answering her phone half asleep- a problem Miranda only had herself to blame- that when her cell phone began vibrating on the bedside table early Saturday morning, it was in her hand and pressed to her ear before she’d even opened her eyes.
“Hello?” She managed, voice still rough from sleep.
“Andy! Hey!” An all too familiar voice rang out in her ear, way too excited for how early it was. “It’s me!”
Beside her, Miranda rolled over, slipping an arm around Andy’s waist, tracing little circles at her hip. She sleepily nuzzled Andy’s shoulder. It was warm and wonderful, the perfect start to a Saturday morning- were it not for the tinny voice in her ear.
“Nate?” Andy said. Miranda’s hand stilled and Andy could feel a cool, disapproving gaze leveled at her.
“Yeah, look I was calling to ask a favor. It’s not too early is it? Lily said you got a job working for a newspaper- I’m guessing they have more normal hours than the she-devil?”
Miranda moved closer and Andy could feel her warm breath on her ear, “Why is he calling you?”
“Miranda,” Andy half corrected Nate, half tried to warn her girlfriend. “Don’t call her that.”
“Yeah whatever,” said Nate, half laughing, “I forgot how touchy you were about her.”
Miranda’s tongue circled Andy’s ear, making her bite back a moan. She pressed her eyes shut, trying to focus on breathing normally as she felt Miranda’s other hand slip beneath the waistband of her underwear, gently sliding two fingers between her folds.
“You’re not busy this week are you?” Nate asked while Miranda murmured in Andy’s ear, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” Andy said quickly to Miranda, but of course Nate heard as well.
“Great!” She could hear Nate’s grin on the other end of the line, “I’m going to be in town and I wanted to catch up.”
Miranda circled Andy’s clit, her feather light touch making her squirm. Miranda whispered, "Spread your legs for me darling.”
“Catch up,” Andy repeated.
“Yeah like old times,” there was a hint of subtext in his voice that distantly set off alarm bells in Andy’s mind, but she was too distracted to put a finger on what it was.
“Sure. Sounds good,” she bit out as Miranda continued to stroke her, up and down, teasing her entrance before pulling away. “Lunch or something.”
“I think not,” Miranda said, soft enough for only Andy to hear, yet ice cold.
“Well actually…” Nate drew the word out, “I was hoping I could stay with you. You’re still in our apartment right?”
Miranda pressed two fingers into Andy’s cunt, thrusting once, twice, three times before curling. Andy bit her lip so hard she worried she was going to draw blood.
“No,” she gasped out when Miranda’s hand stilled. “I moved.”
“Oh yeah? Where to?”
“East 73rd,” Andy said. Miranda’s tongue was in her ear again and she flexed her fingers inside Andy’s cunt. Andy thought she was going to black out.
“Wow fancy,” said Nate, “Journalism really pays that well?”
“I moved in with someone!” Andy focused really hard on breathing normally and not moaning.
“The she-devil,” Miranda murmured. Andy could feel her inner walls clenching around her girlfriend’s fingers, each breathy whisper making the heat in her stomach coil tighter.
“Like a roommate?” Said Nate.
“I’m seeing someone, actually, dating,” added Andy, earning a pleased hum from Miranda as she began stroking Andy’s inner walls again, slowly, teasing. “Lily said you were too.”
“I was, but we broke up,” said Nate, “She didn’t like the long hours I worked at the restaurant.”
Miranda added a third finger, “Where have I heard that one before?”
“So whaddya say Andy?” Nate said.
“What?” Andy barely registered his words as Miranda quickened her pace.
Miranda’s mouth was on her ear again, tongue circling, dipping in and out in a way that made Andy’s toes curl. Her fingers thrust roughly in and out, exactly how Andy liked it. Andy’s hips bucked. She tried to stay quiet, but her body betrayed her and a whimper escaped her lips.
“Do you like that my love?” Miranda purred, “Do you like my fingers in your pussy?”
But at the same time, in her other ear, Nate said, “Can I crash at your place for a few days?”
Andy tensed as pleasure washed over her. Unable to control herself, she gasped out, “Yes!”
“Great!” Chirped Nate, “Look I gotta go.”
He ended the call as Andy slumped back onto the bed in a boneless heap. Miranda, propped up on an elbow, looked far too pleased with herself as she licked her fingers.
“I hope you’re happy,” said Andy, “Because now Nate thinks he can come crash on your couch.”
Leaning in, Miranda pressed a chaste kiss to Andy’s mouth, “Let him try.”