--- Shape of Things to Come (Part I): Miranda and Sam (BG, teen2, bibl)
Copyright 2016 Samathia sam@samathia.com Adult Content / All Characters and Events are Fictional --- "This is exciting. I'm so into this game," said Miranda as she held onto the fence surrounding the football field.
"But we're loosing?" Sam said to her.
"We are? When did that happen?"
It was a warm night out and Miranda stood against a chain link fence with her beautiful light blond hair against the warm autumn night. Her ample breasts were wrapped in a white bra just barely visible under the edge of her gray tank top. Her bluejeans were tight, accenting her full hips. She was a taller girl, although thick and curvy.
Hilton High School's football team was losing to a rival, 19 to 6. It's wasn't a big surprise. Their football team was terrible. They hadn't won a single game the previous year. This season they had started off strong with two winning games, but the enthusiasm quickly faded as they lost the next three.
Sam looked out onto the football field, standing just slightly behind Miranda's left shoulder. He was short, standing just over five feet, with dark brown skin and a buzz cut. He was wearing a pair of long green shorts, sandals and a plain white T-shirt.
Miranda turned to look at him and said, "This is boring. You want to do something else?"
"I think there are some people partying in the back field," Sam said to her.
"Let's go."
The football field with its bleachers stood out in front of the school near the main road. There were a few paths, about a hundred yards long, that led through the baseball and soccer fields to the school parking lot. Sam and Miranda walked back and then followed the road around to the back of the school that had two large training fields for both the football team and the marching band.
The sun had set, but lights bled out into the night from around the school, enough so that they found their way across the field to a rickety old fence at the other side. It only had three pieces of wood between each of the fence posts; most of them rotting. It was pretty easy to hop over and continue on for a couple of yards into the old Hartman Farm. They came upon a tree with several people around it, barely recognizable in the dark. A friend of theirs handed each of them a can of beer each, pulling them from cartons littered around the ground.
They talked for a while with their other classmates as well as people from other schools who had been invited or somehow found their way out to the party. There were only about fifteen of them. It was enough to have fun but few enough to not drawn any unwanted attention. Someone passed around a joint and both Sam and Miranda had a couple of hits as it went around what vaguely resembled a half broken circle.
"I need to go pee," said Miranda, quietly so only Sam could hear.
"You can walk out that way behind those bushes. I think that's where the other girls went."
"Will you come with me? It's dark."
"Sure," Sam said casually. They were both high and had a few beers in them by this point, and Sam didn't think anything of it.
In retrospect, a girl asking a guy to come with her to pee is pretty unusual. But Sam was nothing if not chivilirus. They walked much further than the bush, down a long walkway of cut grass. They could see the edge of the creek up ahead in a mix of the moonlight and the dim orange haze from the flood lights way back at the school.
"I mean I enjoy pep rallies. I love the cheering and the face paint," Sam said to Miranda; their conversation drifting to the events earlier that Friday before school had let out for the afternoon.
"I usually just sneak off when they start and go out to my car."
"Your car? But you can't really go anywhere. I mean they still have teachers watching the exists, I think-even thought they haven't caught anyone in a while."
"Well I don't drive off. I just go back to my car."
"Why? What's there to do in your car?"
"Smoke weed. Read. Masturbate," she giggled.
"Seriously?" Sam asked.
"Well, yea. I mean I have magazines and shit. I've got a couple of gay firemen sodomizing each other. I know it's wrong, but they look so amazing with their tight, hairless bodies. I just get high and slip my hands down into my pants. I usually wear pajama pants on Fridays for easy access, but today I had to undo my belt because I wore jeans," Miranda continued on casually in a ditsy tone.
"Wait, wait--what's wrong with looking at porn?" Sam interrupted her.
"Well I don't think there's anything wrong with looking at porn. My mom and dad have a lot of it. I'll sometimes watch their VHS tapes. I only take one at a time though so they don't notice. All of it looks like it's from the seventies though, with girls wearing bell-bottom jeans and having hairy pussies. But they don't have any gay porn. I used my fake ID to get those from the adult bookstore in the city-"
"-wait," he interrupted her. "You have a fake ID?"
"Yes."
"What do you use it for?"
"Well, getting into bars, drinking ... buying magazines with gay firemen in them. Anyway," she continued, "the Bible says homosexuality is wrong. I mean I suppose I'm not committing a sin when I watch them, but by watching the act and buying the magazines, I'm supporting it, and that's not going to help them."
"Not really. I mean, what makes it wrong?"
"Well in the Bible, Paul says-"
"But I don't believe in the Bible. I don't even believe in God."
"Well do you watch gay porn?"
"No. But I do watch regular porn. And I have some lesbian porn too. I have this one video on my computer of these two beautiful women licking each others pussies. It goes on for like twenty minutes too."
"Really? I'd like to see that."
"I can show you some time. Do you think girls having sex is wrong?"
"I don't know," replied Miranda. "Probably, but I've had sex with girls. It feels really good, but I know I need to stop eventually. I pray and study my Bible, and hope I can stop eventually."
"Well if you feel you have to. I don't think there's anything wrong with any of it. Isn't it wrong to play with yourself? I've heard some of the other Christians say that at school."
"I don't think so. But I don't know. I'm not sure what the Bible says about it."
There was a pause as they continued to walk. For a while they continued in silence.
"Didn't you say you had to pee?" Sam asked, noticing they had been walking for at least fifteen minutes or so.
"I thought I did, but I guess I haven't had to. I'm just enjoying the walk. It's nice out here. It's beautiful, the world God has given us."
Sam looked around, "Well it is a beautiful world. Can't argue that. But I need to pee on it. Well not on it specifically, but I do need to pee."
Sam turned from her, undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. As he got his cock out, he felt Miranda's hands slide around his waste. She stood behind him and gradually moved her hands over his own as it gripped his dick. As it became harder, she cupped her hands around his and began to move them, incredibly slowly and sensually down his penis. Seconds passed as she gently moved his hands millimeter by millimeter, and by the time she had reached the base, he was fully erect.
"There's no way I can pee when I'm this hard," said Sam causing Miranda to giggle, her breath raising up the hairs on the back of his neck.
Sam let out a moan as her hands slipped below his, gradually massaging his balls.
"Your balls are so smooth," Miranda said into his ear while gently kissing the back of his head.
"I shave down there," Sam replied softly.
"So do I. Do you want to see?" and in an instant, Miranda's hands were off of Sam.
He turned to see her undoing her belt and pushing her jeans to the ground.
"Well I guess you can't see with it being so dark, but you can feel" she said as she took Sam's hand and guided it under her panties.
She was clean shaven just as she said, except for a small strip only a centimeter wide, leading down to her pussy lips. Sam moved his fingers gingerly down the hair until her found her lips. He parted them gently with his index and ring finger, moving them up and down slowly as Miranda gasped and cooed.
Her body shook gently, as his middle finger made its way into the wetnesses her pussy, still rubbing up and down, slowly adding pressure until his hand was flat against her snatch. He began to push his middle finger into the folds of her pussy, working the finger in gradually.
Miranda gasped as his finger pushed in with just the tip, in and out, before gradually pushing down to the second knuckle. Her body shuddered ever so slightly as Sam kept going, easing down with each gentle thrust until his entire middle finger was making its way in and out of her very wet pussy.
Miranda pulled his hand free from her panties before pulling them down to her ankles to remove them along with her shoes and jeans. She knelt down on the grass in only her socks with her top still on, grabbed Sam's cock firmly with her hand and started to suck on it.
It had gotten a little soft as he was fingering her, but Miranda quickly got it to its full hardness, sucking it quickly and aggressively. She took his cock deep into her mouth, coating it with her saliva.
Sam moaned and he could feel his calf muscles stretch as she blew him. He almost fell backwards as her hands began to gently tickle his balls. His foot stepped back and he caught himself, but Miranda took the opportunity to guide him down onto the grass. She removed his shorts and sandals. He lay back, propping himself up on his arms behind him as she continued to use her mouth on his cock.
She moved his legs farther apart, moving her hands from his balls to the inside of his thighs. She blew his cock with just her mouth, her hands gently squeezing the inside of his legs. Then she slowed she began to kiss the area right above his cock, slowly making her way to his bellybutton, and then up his very hairy and manly chest.
Sam rose up off his hands and moved them to Miranda's long, soft blond hair. He moved his fingers through the strands, so much thinner than his own hair. She'd shudder as his fingers brushed along the inside of her ears. He began to gently kiss her head, slowly making his way down the ridge of her nose, until their tongues found each other.
As their lips locked in deep passionate kisses, Sam began to pull off Miranda's gray tank top. Miranda helped removing her own bra and then continued to make out passionately as she moved Sam's shirt from his own body.
Their clothing was sprawled out in the dark, basking as they were, in the glow of the moonlight. Their bodies rolled around on the grass, kissing, pulling, taunting as their hands searched and explored each others' bodies. Miranda would tense as Sam squeezed her ample ass in his hands. Her kisses evicted moans from Sam's body as they planted themselves on his chest, arms and shoulders.
Miranda's thighs were soft and round. Her body was that of a curvy goddess. In the pale moonlight, it glowed a soft creamy blue. Her legs straddled his body as her wetness pressed against Sam's towering cock. Her body shuddered as she guided Sam's cock with her hand, gently into her pussy. She let out a gasp as she lowered herself.
She began to work Sam's cock, forward and backward. Their moans flowed softly at first. As Miranda moved faster, she began to rise up and down. She eased his penis in and out of her, gradually increasing the lengths of her strokes.
Sam's eyes gazed up to the bright moon. As he closed his eyes, the outline remained, glowing as a ghost on his inner eyelid, as his mind focused on the feeling of wet pussy sliding up and down his erection.
Miranda could feel Sam's body tense, his legs straighten, his head thrown back moaning for her; begging her to fuck him. She moaned with pleasure with his member pushing so deeply into her. His hands squeezed the soft skin above her hips as they rose up and and down his shaft.
Sam pressed against Miranda's body and pulled his legs up to slow her.
"I want to fuck you from behind," Sam said to her as her body glowed in the moonlight still straddling him.
Her thrusting slow and she rose off of Sam's stiff cock. She turned without speaking and Sam rose to sit on his knees. He gripped his stiff cock and rubbed it against the crack of Miranda's ass cheeks, moving it up and down. Her hand reached back to gently guide his cock into her wetness. Sam eased his way into Miranda's pussy. It was wet and warm and ready for him.
He began to ease in and out slowly, Miranda moving her hips back and fourth as well to meet him. He gripped the plumpness of her creamy ass as he began to fuck her. The timbre of her moans filled the fields as she felt the pleasure fill her body with each of his thrusts.
Sam kept squeezing her ass, gripping it more forcefully as his speed increased. Miranda's long moans turned to short bursts. Her pitch rose as he began to move faster.
"You're - So - Hard," Miranda stammered out between every few thrusts.
Sam could feel his erection full and strong drilling itself vigorously in and out of her. His legs began to slap against her thighs, his balls swinging back and fourth against her pussy.
As he fucked her harder his hand slid forward down her ass. He slowed slightly as he bent over her, kissing down the center of her back as his hand reached around to play with her pussy. She was curvy and it was a slight struggle to reach. He continued to thrust steadily, yet slower, with a firm rhythm as Miranda began to gasp. His hand making circles around the head of her clitoris.
Miranda's gasps became higher and her hips began to shake. Sam's hand switched from a circular motion to a fast left-to-right for several thrusts, before returning to a circle. He continued to vary his hand as he kept a slow steady fuck. As he felt her body shake and tremble and Miranda say the words, "Right there! Don't stop," he continued steadily, unvarying. Even as his knees began to hurt and his thighs felt the strain, he kept with his rhythm. His cock still insanely hard and full as it continued to feel the intensity of her wet pussy.
Miranda's body began to shudder and shake as she came. Same kept his rhythm steady, but as her shaking intensified, he straightened and grabbed both her ass cheeks again and started thrusting wilding. She slap of his thighs and balls returned as he fucked her furiously. Miranda's screams and gasps intensified and Sam began to groan. He could feel his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. His body needed to cum.
Miranda's body began to ease, her cries calm although Sam was still fucking her hard and strong. She moved her hand behind her, motioning for Sam to slow as she pulled her body forward off his cock. She turned around and their lips met. Her kisses were strong, passionate and intense. Her tongue reached back into his mouth. Her hands began run down his back as he cupped her amble breasts between his fingers. As she began to claw her fingernails down his back, he squeezed on her nipples firmly.
Their kisses were fast and deep and intense. Eventually Miranda pushed forward to Sam's chest, easing him back down onto the ground. She pulled his legs apart and began to move her hands over his cock and balls. She played with them strongly and forcefully, before she started licking his balls. Her other hand rubbed the head of penis, before her mouth moved up to once again take his member, now covered with the juices from her own pussy.
Sam stared straight at the stars as Miranda moved her mouth faster, bobbing up and down with her mouth. Her rhythm was fast, her tongue sliding up and down his shaft with her mouth created an intensity that Sam had never experienced before. He cried out from the immense pleasure in loud groans. His body squirmed as his eyes closed, his mind focusing on the sensations of mouth against cock and hands against balls.
His cum sprang fourth like a deep oil well bursting to the surface. Miranda didn't slow as each throb of his cock launched more of his juices into her mouth. She kept bobbing as Sam's body twitched and shuddered. She only began to slow as his own body began to calm, yet she still lovingly moved up and down his shaft, swirling her tongue around his head.
Sam looked down to see cum dripping from the sides of her mouth down onto the base of his penis. It would have been difficult to see in the dark if it wasn't for the clear skies and bright moon. Miranda continued to suck and lick, still teasing and gently massaging his balls in her hand. She pulled her head from his throbbing member and began to lick the cum around the base of his shaft, sucking up every last drop.
"See, I don't leave a mess like other girls," Miranda said as she moved the hands that had been on his balls to her mouth, licking up the remaining cum.
"That was incredible Miranda," Sam said still panting.
Miranda began to kiss his chest and move gently up his body. His body still shuddered, sensitiveness from his orgasm under her gently touches. She kissed his neck gently as his hands flowed through her long blond hair. Their lips met and they slowly and lovingly explored each other's mouths as they began to wrap their arms around each other in the field.
They would continue to kiss and then cuddle. Sam was wrapped inside of Miranda's arms, his back against her breasts as her free hand draped around his body.
"Praise God for giving us this," she said as her hand played with the hair on his chest.
"Thank you Lord Jesus," she said with her head against his neck, "for giving us this night and for giving me this opportunity to pleasure one of your children. Thank you for the orgasms you have given us, and this wonderful field with the moon and the stars. Thank you god for our football team and I hope they end up not loosing so badly. Thank you for Sam. Even though he doesn't believe in you, I hope the love I've show him tonight will bring him closer to believing in you. Praise to you and the great goddess Auryn, for whom I pledge my life and the child she took from me. May we meet again in Valhalla. Amen."
Sam hadn't realized she had been praying at first. It was odd at first, but then turned to bizarre by the end of her prayer. They cuddled there, Miranda loving, Sam a bit awkward. He felt like asking her about it, but she had already drifted off to sleep and he could feel his mind begin to fade as well. They awoke some time later. It had gotten colder and the frost was nipping at the exposed parts Sam's naked body that were not against Miranda's warmth. Sam looked at his watch and saw it was 11:30. He carefully shook Miranda.
"Miranda, it's 11:30. We should get back."
She yawned and rolled him over. Their eyes met as she sleepily said, "Okay."
They dressed and walked back to the school. The campfire had been smothered with cans of Coors scattered about around it. The parking lot was mostly empty except for a few vehicles. Sam walked Miranda to her car, only a few spots over from his own.
"Do you always...pray after sex?" Sam asked hesitantly.
"Of course," Miranda replied.
"But isn't it wrong for Christians to have sex outside of marriage?"
"Yes, I think. But I still do it and it feels wonderful, so I think it's part of God's plan. I don't fully understand it, but I know she wanted me to fuck you tonight."
"She? And what was all that stuff about Valhalla?"
"Well that's a different God. It's a bit more complicated," Miranda hesitated for a moment. Her eyes gazed off in the distance, her hands nervously pulling at her gray tanktop.
"You said something about her taking your child?"
Miranda's eyes look at Sam, then rolled to the ground as she said, "I can't tell you about that Sam."
"What was that abou-"
"I can't tell you about that," she repeated.
After a few moments she looked at him and smiled, "I had a great night. You were wonderful."
She leaned forward and they kissed. Their bodies embraced and Sam once again felt her breasts against his own chest.
"Um Miranda...please don't-"
"Don't worry Sam. I don't want to get your in trouble with Jennifer. I know you love her. No one will know about this. Just you and me, so long as you do the same."
"Yes of course."
They kissed a moment longer before Miranda pulled away.
"Goodnight Sam."
"Goodnight Miranda."
Miranda pulled her keys from her jeans and unlocked the door of her car. Sam walked back to his own. He watched her drive away as he entered his own car and close the door.