Both Sides Now
- A Sex And The City Story -
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by HBO. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story.
This story takes place during the 1st season episode
"Bay of Married Pigs"
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Clad in a pair of sweatpants and her Harvard sweatshirt, Miranda Hobbes stretched her muscles as she looked out on the small park's baseball field. Officially, participation in her law firm's annual softball game was voluntary, but not a single lawyer dared to miss it. Not if they ever planned to make partner one day. It wasn't enough to be smart, talented and ambitious, you had to be part of the social circle as well.
The thirty-two year old redhead was determined to make her way into that circle, no matter what it took. She'd even gone so far as to let another lawyer at the firm set her up on a blind date for the game so as not to stand out as a loner at another corporate function. The only man she'd been seeing of late was Skipper Johnson, a web site creator ten years her junior. Their mutual friend, Carrie Bradshaw had introduced the two of them, but the relationship was based more on sex than anything else, at least in Miranda's case. Nice as Skipper was, both in the sack and out of it, he wasn't the type to really fit in at the game.
"Miranda, I was afraid you wouldn't come," Jeff said as he spotted Miranda in front of the bleachers and walked over to her.
"Alright," Miranda said with a sigh of resignation, "Let get it over with."
Jeff replied with a nod and motioned for Miranda to follow him past the benches toward the third base line. She quickly spotted the figure that her co-worker was heading toward. About her height, with dark hair cut just as short as her own, her date was also wearing sweats.
"Miranda, this is Syd," Jeff said as he confirmed the redhead's observation. "Syd, this is Miranda."
With a warm smile, Syd reached out to shake Miranda's hand. A little stunned, Miranda automatically reached out to reciprocate.
"Look at the two of you," Jeff beamed and they shook hands, "it's a perfect match."
A heartbeat passed as Miranda and Syd looked at each other, then Jeff excused himself, giving Syd a thumbs up as he did. As he headed back toward the bleachers, Syd said it was nice to meet Miranda.
"You too," Miranda replied, still feeling awkward. "I'll tell you what, I'm going to get a soda. You want a soda? I'm gonna get us a soda."
Not giving Syd any option but to agree, Miranda quickly turned and headed after Jeff, who had only gone about twenty feet.
"Jeff!" she called out to him.
"Pretty great, huh?" Jeff said as he turned and waited for Miranda to catch up to him. "Can I pick 'em or what?
"Yeah," Miranda said, then added in a stronger tone, "I'm not gay."
"Seriously?" Jeff replied, taking a long look at Miranda.
The look on her face said that she was indeed serious.
"I've been with the firm eight months," Jeff said in way of explanation, I haven't once seen you with a guy."
"Circumstantial Jeff," Miranda said, "I'm single. Christ, when did being single translate into being gay?"
"Shit!" Jeff said, finally realizing his error as he looked past Miranda to where Syd was still waiting. "Do you want me to go over there and..."
"No, I'll do it," Miranda said, thinking it would be easier on the misinformed lesbian if it came from her.
Giving Jeff one last how could you come to that conclusion look, Miranda marched back over to Syd and told her the bad news. She was glad the other woman had a sense of humor equal to her own and they both had a good laugh over the mix-up. Deciding to make the best of it, they both stayed for the game and wound up having a good time.
In fact, by the end of the game, they were having more than a good time as Syd at third base and Miranda behind the plate, brought in the final two outs with a double play. An exuberant rush filled both of them and, wrapped up in the excitement, they shared a victory hug and high five as Syd ran down the third base line. The play had caught everyone's attention, including the senior partner who, with his wife, came over to congratulate them.
"That was quite a play, ladies," he said as Miranda and Syd sat on a bench cooling down with some bottled water.
"It's all about teamwork, Charles," Miranda casually offered, still filled with the excitement of winning.
"Chip," the senior partner corrected her.
"Chip," Miranda repeated, suddenly realizing that she had just been bumped up the firm's social ladder.
"Listen, my wife and I are having a little dinner party on the 12th," Chip said, "just some couples, nothing fancy. We'd both love it if you both could make it."
"We'd love to," Miranda automatically responded, much to Syd's surprise.
Syd looked at Miranda again and saw the look of happiness on her face. Not knowing what else to say, she just smiled and took another drink from her water bottle. Then she sort of giggled and nodded her head yes.
In her two years at the firm, the senior partner had barely even talked to her. Now suddenly, it's "Chip" and she's being invited to dinner. Miranda was determined to make partner, even if she had to be part of a lesbian couple to do it.
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The 12th came and Miranda and Syd, who was really being a good sport about all of it, showed up at Chip's lavish upper East Side apartment. It turned out to be everything Miranda had hoped it would be. Over dinner they all discussed the issues of the day and, for what she felt like was the first time, her opinions were listened to. By the time the night was over and Chip saw the pseudo-lesbian couple out, Miranda was sure she had just moved one step closer to partner.
"Thank you very much, we had a really great time," Miranda said as they reached the door.
"As did we all," Chip said and then added as Syd walked ahead. "She is a real find."
"Oh," Miranda replied, a fleeting look of guilt on her face.
"We'll have to do this again real soon," the senior partner went on, not having noticed his employee's expression.
Miranda hesitated a moment, then told Syd she'd meet her at the elevator. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to her boss and said that they really couldn't do it again.
"Syd and I aren't really a couple," Miranda confessed. "In fact, we're not even really lesbians. Well, Syd is, I'm not. I just took advantage of the situation to bend your ear about my work at the firm.
"Shrewd move, Counselor," Chip said, "but no harm done. My wife will be disappointed though, she was looking to add a lesbian couple to our circle."
With that, he turned and headed back to his other dinner guests.
As Miranda and Syd rode the elevator back down, Miranda considered how much easier her life would be if she were in a couple, any couple. On impulse, she leaned over and kissed Syd on the mouth. It was a simple kiss, more than she would give a girlfriend, but less than she would a lover.
"Yup, definitely straight," Miranda said as she broke the kiss.
"Yeah, you are," Syd agreed, a small touch of regret in her voice.
"Sorry," Miranda said to Syd, glad at least she had finally been honest about it.
Syd didn't reply verbally, but just smiled as if to say, it was okay.
The two women were silent the rest of the way down to the lobby. Late as it was, Miranda really wasn't tired and considered calling Carrie, and her other best friends, Charlotte York and Samantha Jones. Then she remembered they had gone to a house warming party over on the West Side. Calling Skipper was also a possibility. With his puppy dog devotion, he'd rush over to her apartment whatever the hour to keep her warm.
"I did have a good time," Syd said as they stepped out onto the street, interrupting Miranda's musings.
"I did too," Miranda smiled. "I really appreciate you going through all of this for me."
As before, Syd just smiled as to say it was nothing.
"Would you like to share a cab home?" Miranda asked, thinking that paying her fare was the least she could do.
"Nah, I only live about ten blocks from here," the dark haired woman replied. "It's such a nice night I think I'll walk."
With that, she said good-night and turned in the direction of downtown. Miranda watched her go for about a quarter-block, then made an impulsive decision.
"Syd, wait up!" she called out as she sprinted down the street, catching up with her date.
Syd was surprised, but didn't say anything, waiting to see why Miranda had called out. It took a second for the attorney to catch her breath.
"We're going in the same direction, would you like some company?"
"I'd like that," Syd said with her broadest smile of the evening.
With the pretense of their being a couple now behind them, Miranda found it was a lot easier to enjoy Syd's company. She'd been surprised to discover at the dinner party that the pet store clerk was quite articulate when she wanted to be and while she wasn't a career woman like Carrie or her other close friends, Syd was just as interesting. Over the last ten years, she'd had a dozen different jobs and lived in six different cities. All in different parts of the country.
The blocks quickly faded behind them as they continued some of the discussions that had begun around the dinner table. Much too soon, they were standing at the steps leading up to the six story walk-up that Syd called home. Miranda found herself sorry that the night was already over and wished that there were a way she could make it last longer.
"I really want to thank you again for tonight," Miranda said. "You've really been a much better sport about it all than I think I might've been."
"I had a lot of fun," Syd smiled, repeating her sentiments of earlier. "It's not that often that I get to meet people like that."
"Well I still owe you one," Miranda smiled back.
"Would you like to come up for coffee?" Syd unexpectedly asked.
"I'd love to," Miranda replied, the words out of her mouth before she'd even thought about the question.
With that, Syd led her date for the evening up the stoop and continued up the five floors of stairs beyond it. Somehow, Miranda just knew her apartment would wind up being on the uppermost floor. The prewar building didn't have an elevator.
"Be it ever so humble, this is it," Syd said as she opened the door and then stepped aside to let the lawyer precede her.
Miranda took two steps inside, taking a moment to let her eyes adjust to the moonlight coming in from the large skylight above. Then the room grew brighter as Syd hit a light switch behind her and two soft fluorescent lights came to life.
"It's quite lovely," Miranda said as she turned her head and took in the large studio apartment.
The main room was a combination living room, dining room and bedroom, with a small kitchenette over to the side. On the other end, Syd explained was the entrance to the bathroom. Not that fancy, Syd added, but it did have the advantage of having a real tub instead of just the shower that builders seem to put into newer apartments to save space.
The decor of the apartment was quite eclectic, reflecting the number of different places and lives that its owner had lived over the years. Trying to come up with a way to describe it, Miranda finally decided to just call it comfortable.
"Why don't you have a seat and I'll get us that coffee," Syd said as she directed Miranda to the large, overstuffed couch in the center of the room.
Miranda walked over to the couch, taking a moment to admire the two large throw pillows at each end. One carried a cable car with the Golden Gate Bridge in the background, the other a scene from Colonial Williamsburg.
"The coffee will be up in a minute," Syd called from the kitchenette, "just coffee I'm afraid, nothing like you're going to find at Starbucks."
"I'm sure it'll be fine," Miranda replied over her shoulder as she took off her jacket and draped it over the arm of the couch.
Miranda started to sit on the couch to await the coffee, then changed her mind, deciding instead to see of Syd needed any help. Walking across the small room, she came up alongside the darker haired woman.
That smells good," Miranda said, thinking how sometimes her own "coffee-making" skills left a lot to be desired.
"Thanks," Syd said as she set out two mugs from the overhead cabinet.
"Syd, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Miranda asked as she helped by taking out a small container of milk from the refrigerator.
"Sure, fire away," Syd replied as she took out two small spoons from one of the drawers.
"Why did you really go with me tonight?" Miranda asked. "If the situation had been reversed, I have to say that I'd have been insulted to say the least. Yet you went along with it without a problem."
"Like I said before," Syd answered as she poured coffee into both mugs, "it seemed like an interesting thing to do and I figured it might be fun."
"That's it?" Miranda added, her voice reflecting a lack of belief. "And you weren't bothered by the fact that everyone at dinner thought we were lovers?"
"Why would that bother me?" Syd smiled as she added a small bowl of sugar to the tray she had set the coffee on. "It's not like I was being something that I'm not. I do sleep with other women after all."
"I guess so," Miranda replied, thinking that if anything, she was the one who had been something that she wasn't.
"Besides," Syd added as the corner of her smile lifted up just a little, "I kind of liked the idea of people thinking we were lovers - even if it wasn't real."
"Is that why you said yes?" Miranda asked, thinking of men she had accompanied to social functions in the past for the same reason.
Syd took a long minute, seeming to consider the question, then left it unanswered. Her silence, however, spoke volumes.
"I have to be honest," Miranda said when she realized that no answer was going to be forthcoming, "when we were leaving the party, I found myself wondering what it might be like. I guess it's a pity that you didn't feel anything when I kissed you."
"I never said I didn't feel anything," Syd offered, now ignoring the steaming mugs of coffee on the counter. "I just agreed with you that you were straight."
"And you could tell that from just one kiss," Miranda said, an almost undetectable trace of regret in her voice.
"I said what I thought you wanted to hear," Syd replied. "I never really think of people as straight or gay. I think people are people and who you sleep with is a matter of choice and opportunity."
"But you've never been with a man?" the redhead asked, if only to confirm her earlier assessment.
"No, but like I said, that's a matter of choice."
"Would it bother you if a woman you slept with also slept with men?" Miranda asked, wondering where that question had come from.
"I guess that would depend on why I was sleeping with her," Syd answered without hesitation. "If we were in a relationship, well of course it would certainly bother me if she slept with someone else, man or woman. But if we were just having a little fun, well why should I care? Don't you feel that way about some of the men you date?"
If she were still being honest, Miranda would have to admit that was true as well. In fact, after thinking about it for a few moments, she realized that the number of men she'd dated for just sex far out numbered those she'd felt an emotional attachment for. Skipper was only the latest example of that truism.
"Miranda, can I ask you a question now?" Syd asked, interrupting the redhead's musings.
"Of course."
"Do you find me attractive?"
The question took Miranda by surprise. Not that it hadn't been one she'd asked herself. True, Syd wasn't attractive in the way say Charlotte or Samantha was, but there definitely was something there. On reflection, she realized that it was the same quality that she saw when she looked into the mirror each morning.
"Yes, I do," she admitted, surprised at how her pulse quickened as she said it.
"I'm glad to hear that," Syd said as she took first one, then two steps closer, "because I think that you're absolutely gorgeous."
Both her words, and her proximity, made Miranda's heart race even faster.
Without further comment, Syd reached up and ran her fingers across Miranda's cheek, closing the last few inches between them as she did. Miranda closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft touch, letting out a soft sigh.
A sigh that was cut short as Syd moved even closer, her lips coming to rest against Miranda's as they kissed for the second time that evening. Unlike in the elevator, there was no mistaking this as anything but a lover's kiss. Her tongue pressed forward, rubbing against the redhead's mouth seeking admittance to the delights beyond; an admittance Miranda granted as her own tongue reached out to meet it. Not since she had first played spin the bottle in grade school had the red headed lawyer felt so excited by anything as simple as a kiss.
"That, was definitely an improvement," Miranda said breathlessly when their lips finally parted.
"Still think you're totally straight?" Syd grinned, her arms resting around Miranda's waist.
"How about we just say that I'm beginning to see other possibilities?" Miranda smiled back, making no effort to free herself from Syd's embrace.
"Well, then let's see if we can open your eyes a little more then," Syd offered, moving in for another kiss.
A kiss that Miranda was more than willing to meet her halfway for.
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Each ensuing kiss became more intense then the last and somewhere along the way, Miranda became aware that her blouse had become undone. Syd's hand slipped between the folds and caressed her breasts, playing with her nipples, first through the thin material of her bra, and then directly as that small obstacle was pressed aside.
"Oh yes, that feels nice," Miranda moaned between kisses, meaning every word.
Encouraged, Syd played with them for a little longer, then withdrew her hand. Bringing both it and its twin down below their waists, she deftly undid the top of Miranda's pants. Once undone, one hand quickly returned to the soft mounds above, while the other slipped past the opening and worked its way down into Miranda's panties and the even more sensitive places within.
"Oh God!" Miranda gasped as she felt Syd's fingers press deep inside of her.
Syd's touch was so unlike that of a man, Miranda found herself thinking, even as the other woman began to quickly build up a rhythm that echoed across her body. It was softer, and so much surer of its actions. Then again, she reminded herself, who knew the body of a woman better than another woman.
Miranda was pinned against the wall with Syd's body pressed tightly against her. Both their levels of desire grew in intensity as Syd's mouth and hands quickly brought the redhead to the pinnacle of passion. It was all Miranda could do to catch her breath as small waves of delight filled her. In hindsight she would later realize that there had been men who'd made her feel this good before, but none had ever done it so quickly. From start to finish, their whole encounter had only taken a few minutes,
"Oh God ... Oh my ... God!" Miranda repeatedly gasped as she felt the tiny currents that had been washing over her abruptly surge into a torrent that ripped through her body. For a much too brief moment, she was filled with what could only be described as pure joy.
Her legs felt weak as the euphoric swell receded and if it wasn't for Syd pressed against her, she was sure she would've fallen to the floor. But that wasn't going to happen as her bringer of pleasure held her tightly and kissed her one last time.
"Now that," Miranda finally said as her heart stopped racing, "is what you call one hell of a quickie."
The comment pleased Syd who finally relaxed her hold and backed away from Miranda just enough to let her stand on her own. She still hadn't said a word, wanting to give her guest the chance to fully consider what had just happened between them and more importantly, did she want it to go any further?
The answer to that question barely occupied more than a few seconds of Miranda's time. Having sampled an appetizer of Sapphic delights, she couldn't wait to savor the main course. As far as sex was concerned, it had always been the events leading up to it that gave her pause. Once she got into it, she was pretty much an unstoppable force.
"I can't say what's going to happen tomorrow," Miranda said as she took both of Syd's hands in her own, "but for right now, all I want is for us to make love. Is that okay with you?"
"That's all I wanted since the moment you walked out from behind the dugout at the softball game," Syd countered as she squeezed Miranda's hands. "I'm not worried about what happens after that. As long as, at least for tonight, you're mine."
"Totally," Miranda promised.
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Hand in hand, the two women moved over to the couch sitting down in the center of it. Miranda couldn't wait to kiss Syd again and was on top of her the moment they hit the cushion. As their mouths came together, her hands worked their way down the buttons of the brunette's blouse until it fell open. It had been quite apparent earlier that Syd hadn't bothered with a bra and Miranda's open hands cupped the underside of each Syd's exposed breasts.
Back when she was a teenager, and she and her friends had all began to develop breasts, they had held each other in a similar fashion to compare. She wondered if any of those girlfriends had ever held another woman like this now. That consideration was put aside as Miranda brought her head down and pressed it into the soft valley between each mound. A string of kisses marked a path across Syd's right breast. Eagerly, Miranda closed her lips around the hard, thick nipple, playing with it with her tongue. She'd done this to guys many times, but never had it been such fun as now. After a few minutes, she turned her attention to Syd's other breast with equal enthusiasm.
Her mouth continued to suck on the soft flesh, even as her hand moved down between Syd's legs. She cupped the cloth-covered prize, forgetting, if only for a second, that there was no hard cock beneath it. A prize of equal value, she reminded herself, awaited her. Then the moment passed as she slid her hand up to the belt that held the brunette's pants on tight. Syd reached down to help, but Miranda gently pushed her hand away. She'd never had a problem with getting the pants off a man, and doubted she'd have it now.
Sure enough, the belt opened easily enough and it was only a matter of seconds until Syd gave the only help necessary, lifting her ass off the couch just enough for Miranda to slide down her pants. That done, she went back to just laying back and letting Miranda have her fun. Normally, she liked to be the one in charge as evidenced by the quickie in the kitchenette. But there were times, especially with someone making love to a woman for the first time, it was better to just let them explore on their own. Her chance, she knew, would come soon enough.
With Syd's pants now on the floor beside the couch, Miranda turned her attention to the plain white panties that remained. The dark mound that was Miranda's goal was visible beneath the thin material, and as she brought her head down between Syd's legs, the scent of her arousal filled the air.
It'd been Syd's experience that most women in Miranda's situation hesitated at this point. There was little one woman could do to another that was more intimate than going down on her. A few changed their mind when faced with the reality of it, others took a moment to gather their courage, then went on. It was Syd's hope that Miranda was of that second category.
To her surprise and delight, her new lover proved to be of the third rarest category, those who just went and did it. Pushing aside her panties, Miranda pressed her tongue deep into the folds of Syd's pussy. She had learned over the years that, when faced with a new sexual situation, it was better to just press forward without thinking about it. It had been that way the first time she'd taken a boy in her mouth, and the first time she'd let someone fuck her ass. Now she'd added pussy licking to the list.
With no previous experience to guide her, Miranda had to make do with what felt good to her. From the reaction of Syd's body and the moans from her lips, the neophyte cunnilingist figured she wasn't doing that bad. If anything, the longer she went at it, the more confident she felt.
Miranda brought her hand up to join her tongue and pressed her fingers deep inside Syd. This part, at least on herself, was familiar territory. A path she'd been covering since she was twelve.
Sure enough, the combination of touch and tongue soon sent Syd spiraling down the road to orgasm. It was a small climax, but satisfying nevertheless. One that made Miranda proud. The next time, she promised herself, would be even better.
"Now it's my turn," Syd said after they shared another kiss.
They paused just long enough to help each other out of what remained of their clothes. Then, Syd told Miranda to stretch out on her stomach along the length of the couch. Eager to see what Syd had in mind, Miranda did just that.
Once Miranda was in place, Syd climbed onto the couch, just barely fitting her knees on both sides of Miranda. She leaned forward and lay on top of her, rubbing her breasts against the redhead's back. Miranda brought her head around and their lips met. Kissing another woman now seemed the most natural thing in the world and she wondered why it had taken so long for her to realize that.
Syd shifted position and moved further down the couch, kissing her way across Miranda's back, running her hands along her side. Her fingers caressed the sides of Miranda's breasts, sending a pleasant shiver through her. She moved lower, taking a firmer hold on Miranda, urging her to lift herself up against the throw pillows and spread her left leg out onto the floor.
Reaching the cheeks of her ass, Syd kissed each one of them several times, running her hands across the velvety skin, even as she pulled the mounds apart. She kissed her way along the inner walls, making her way to the most sensitive of Miranda's entries. Kissing that as well, she sent an even more vivacious quiver throughout Miranda's body. A tremor that increased tenfold as Syd's tongue slipped deep into the tight hole.
"Oooooo," Miranda moaned loudly, thinking that for all the times she'd let a man fuck her there, none of them had even been willing to perform analingus. Not even if she'd offered to do it for them.
Spreading her cheeks even wider, Syd probed deeper, causing Miranda to cry out for more. Something she was happy to give. The brunette continued playing with her ass as Miranda just lay there and enjoyed the sensation. Finally, it was time for other things equally delightful.
Syd turned Miranda over and again covered her body with her own. Their breasts pressed against each other, nipple to nipple, as their tongues passed in and out of each other's mouth. Syd slipped down to Miranda's breasts and worked her tongue around the pink circles surrounding her pert nipples, then took each of them in turn between her lips. At the same time, one hand reached down between Miranda's legs and massaged the tightly trimmed mound. Wet as it was, she had no problem gliding four fingers in as far as they would go.
Continuing her attention to Miranda's nipples, Syd paused just long enough to ask Miranda a question. She pointed out that, while it really wasn't her favorite thing, she did have a strap-on that she used on women who liked to be fucked like a man would. Would Miranda like her to get it?
She was pleased when Miranda didn't even think it over, saying that if she was going make love to a woman, why would she want that woman to act like a man. While Syd never really had that big of a problem with women who liked being penetrated with a strap-on or dildo, it did make her feel good that Miranda only wanted her and not some toy to heighten the experience.
Syd moved further down and spread Miranda's legs, giving her full access to the red patch that covered her pearl. Unlike Miranda, she paused a long heartbeat before going further. It wasn't a hesitation born out of reluctance, but merely the desire to savor the beauty of her womanhood. She hoped Miranda understood the difference.
Soon enough, Miranda was leaning back, her eyes closed as Syd's tongue darted in and out of her pussy. Experience showed as all of the mixed delights she'd experienced so far faded into the background, replaced by an even more powerful rush of ecstasy radiating though her body. No man, she quickly admitted, had ever gone down on her with this effect.
Of all the things she loved in life, nothing made Syd happier than to be where she was right now - between the legs of another woman, bringing her pleasure. She'd had her first experience with another girl when she was fourteen and had never looked back. Even she would admit that she couldn't say just how many women she'd been with since that afternoon, but right now Miranda was grateful for every one of them. Each had contributed to the absolute happiness she now felt.
Even more important than the ability to bring another woman to orgasm, Syd valued her skill in bringing them to the edge and then back again. Thereby prolonging the experience as long as possible. Three times she'd brought Miranda to the edge of heaven, then pulled her back. The fourth time, she knew, would be impossible.
Sweat poured down Miranda's back as her body rocked with orgasmic rapture. Her hands held tight against the back of Syd's head, unwilling to let her even pause in her ministrations to catch her breath. It was selfish she knew, but nothing mattered at this moment other than her approaching climax. An event she hungered for as if she were a virgin all over again.
Suddenly, despite her anticipation, the explosive climax took Miranda by surprise, shaking her body with abandoned fury. Syd held her tightly, pressing her mouth hard against her sex, savoring every drop of her eruption. As much as her guest had wanted this, she had wanted it more. Not even her own orgasms made her this happy.
Time stood still for each of them, and each made the most of it. Only after each of them had been fully satisfied did they relax their hold on each other and let their bodies collapse. Both were totally drained.
-=-=-=-
The moon had moved across the skylight before either Miranda or Syd felt strong enough lift themselves up. The coffee on the counter had long since grown cold, not that either of them needed any more stimulation. Settling back on the couch, they could only smile at each other and giggle.
"Was it all that you expected?" Syd asked.
"It was nothing like I expected," Miranda replied, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. "It was ... indescribable."
"But not enough for you to switch sides?" Syd continued.
Miranda opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"Hey, I'm only kidding," Syd laughed, "I know it was just sex."
Miranda let out a silent sigh of relief. As great as it had been, she knew that at the end of the day, or night as the case might be, she still wanted a hard cock above all.
"No regrets, right," Syd reassured her.
"Well, maybe one."
Syd looked at her with an expression that asked what is was.
"I wish I could've gotten you off as well as you certainly got me," Miranda confessed. She was a firm believer in giving as good as she got, and to do less made her feel almost like she'd cheated.
"Well, if that's all that's bothering you," Syd grinned, "there's a simple solution."
Now Miranda looked at her with a confused expression.
"If you're only going to be a lesbian for one night," Syd explained as she glanced at the clock on the wall, "you might as well make the most of it. We still have a few hours until the sun comes up and you turn back into a straight woman."
That, Miranda thought as she also glanced at the clock, was a solution she could certainly live with. Not wanting to waste a single minute of those few hours, she leaned in to kiss Syd once again.
END
I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all
Joni Mitchell - 1967
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