It had been over a week since Miranda had had her first bisexual experience with Carrie, and Carrie had been bugging her about it ever since. While Carrie had a sex-drive that wouldn't quit and was openly bisexual, Miranda had always been more conservative when it came to sex. She had tried some new things recently--things Carrie would have considered ridiculously tame, like surfing Internet porn--but even her willingness to experiment was held back by her inability to land a date. Before, she had been just frustrated by all this. Now she was somewhat confused.
Miranda was a young-looking 26, but her sexual side had been mostly dormant for the past few years. She was 5'10", with an athletic body, long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. She had a cute, small nose, and an energetic smile. Her legs were long, her skin virtually flawless, and her d-size breasts rounded out a terrific small package. For someone with a body like hers, sex should have been an easy subject.
This recent wild twist in Miranda's life happened very unexpectedly, however, and Miranda didn't know what it meant, or if it meant anything at all. She definitely enjoyed it, and she couldn't ignore the fact that women had begun to dominate her sexual thoughts and fantasies, but admitting to herself that she may be bi wasn't that easy. After all, she thought, all she and Carrie did was have phone sex. Could such a small thing really change a person so greatly? The idea frightened her.
But it also made her very wet.
With someone like Carrie to fantasize about, it was a kind easy to see why. Like her friend, Carrie looked much younger than her 26 years, and her body added greatly to that illusion. She was tall, nearly six-foot, and rail-thin, which only made her C-cup breasts look larger. Deep, dark lashes surrounded her blue eyes, and her short hair was so black it shimmered in the light. Her skin was very white, and the dark clothes she always wore added to that effect.
Carrie thought things were going to change right away after that evening on the phone, but Miranda was resistant to the idea. Though Carrie had never pressured her friend to "play on the other side" before, the possibility was too close now to just leave alone. Eventually she decided Miranda needed to do this at her own pace. In the meantime, Carrie would continue to drop some not-so-subtle hints that the offer still stood.
Even now she was trying to think of something darling and clever to say as she walked towards Miranda's office. They owned and managed a small moving business together, and were the only ones who actually worked at the office. Carrie and Miranda both loved that fact, as it allowed them to work more casually, with only occasional visits from customers or employees to interrupt them. Carrie turned into the office with a large grin. "Hey--"
Carrie was so shocked that she swore she felt her heart stop. Though she caught only a glimpse of Miranda's computer screen before it clicked off to a spreadsheet, the image on it was a kind crystal clear: Two sexy, young teen lesbian women in a classic 69. The blonde was completely naked, but the busty brunette wore knee-high black vinyl boots. The blonde's young teen lesbian was shaved, and the brunette's tongue was buried in it.
"Oh, hi!" Miranda shot back. "You scared me. I thought you were still on the phone."
She was trying to play this off, hoping Carrie hadn't seen the monitor.
"Sorry," Carrie said, trying to suppress a devilish grin. " I was just about to lock up."
Miranda stood up, trying to get in front of the computer, and made a large show of looking busy; shifting papers around, opening and closing desk drawers as if searching for something.
"Okay," Miranda said, her voice quick and unsteady. "I'm just about done here...Do we have any more paper for this printer?"
"I think I have some...."
Carrie stepped a bit further into the room for another glance at the computer. The taskbar on the bottom was still visible, and it identified two programs as running. One was for the spreadsheet. The other was the Internet, and it read 'Lesbians XXX...'
That small slut! Carrie thought to herself, smiling. it was a kind then that Carrie knew. Miranda was into this, after all. She just didn't know how to approach it. She couldn't talk herself into asking for it, and probably didn't even know how. Well, Carrie thought, if Miranda won't make the first move, then--
"Oh," Carrie said, interrupting her own thoughts. "It's in the other room. Under the counter. I'll get it."
Carrie stepped out into the front room and squatted down behind the service counter. There were no shelves or drawers here, the counter was basically just a wall with a top with miscellaneous office junk stacked beneath it. Carrie was literally under the counter herself before she found the paper reams. She was still sorting through the mess when the bell on the front door hinge rang. Someone was here. She was about to stand up and greet whoever it was, but Miranda beat her to it.
"Hi, sir," Miranda said cheerfully, walking toward the counter. "How can I help you?"
Miranda stopped so that her crotch was right at Carrie's eye level. Normally neither Carrie nor Miranda would have thought anything of it, but today was going to be different. Carrie become short of breath as she considered how to go about doing this, and if she could really get away with it.
Listening to the conversation above, Carrie made sure not to move a muscle, so as not to make a sound. This would only work if the customer didn't know she was there. The guy sounded old, and probably had bad hearing, Carrie hoped. He also seemed very anal, and not too bright, as Miranda had to talk him through every detail of the moving service. Before she finished answering one question, he already had two more, and was being very long winded about it.
Perfect, Carrie thought, and she smiled.
Carefully she moved her hands toward Miranda's waist. She was wearing a short, beige skirt today. Carrie always teased Miranda about wearing business attire to the office. She could have just as easily gotten away with old jeans or a pair of shorts, which was what Carrie wore today. It seemed funny to Carrie now, as a skirt was going to be so much easier to take off than anything else would have been.
Careful not to scare her and blow the whole plot, Carrie carefully placed her hands on Miranda's hips, and then slid her hands around her waist to her back. Most people would have been able to see over a counter enough to catch this movement, but Carrie knew she had been blessed with having the service desk built on a six-inch raised platform. The average person probably couldn't see anything below Miranda's bust line.
Miranda meanwhile, continued talking with the old man as she grew confused about what the hell Carrie was doing down there. At first she thought Carrie needed her to get out of the way so she could get up, but when Miranda tried to step aside, Carrie firmly held her in place. She had almost said something, but didn't want to interrupt the old man, or give him the impression that he didn't have her full attention.
Then the unexpected happened. Miranda nearly choked when she felt Carrie unhook and unzip the back of her skirt. What the fuck is she doing, she thought. But then she knew, as her skirt was already at her ankles, and Carrie's warm small hands were sliding up her smooth, naked calves. Miranda took a deep breath and struggled to keep up with the old man's questions.
She didn't know how to handle this, and worse still, she didn't have a chance to think about it. This guy was potentially going to give them a lot of business, and his impatient demeanor made Miranda certain that he would walk right out if she didn't take him very seriously. She was very nervous, but also undeniably aroused.
Below, Carrie's hands slid up and around Miranda's thighs. Miranda told herself that she didn't want this--to be in this position with a customer right there. But she would have been lying to Carrie and herself if she had pulled away in disgust. It felt too good, not just physically, but mentally, as well. Carrie was releasing all that tension and confusion, and the one large question Miranda had been pondering had been finally answered. Despite the uncomfortable situation, Miranda wanted this, and the possibilities of what Carrie might do next were driving her wild.
Licking her lips, Carrie placed her hands on Miranda's ass and caressed her through the thin fabric of her white panties. She inhaled deeply, but quietly, and took in the unmistakable scent of her friend's arousal. Leaning forward, Carrie put her nose so it was a kind just touching the crotch of Miranda's panties. They were already damp. She inhaled again, then stuck out her tongue and licked the fabric between her legs. Miranda's whole body jerked in response.
Above, Miranda was gripping the edge of the counter so hard that her knuckles were white and strained. it was a kind all she could do to keep her concentration on this man and his conversation. She was breathing heavier now, and if this damn old guy had relaxed for a second, he probably would have noticed Miranda's face grow flush.
Carrie hooked her fingers around the waistline of the panties and slowly pulled them down. She was very surprised to see that Miranda had shaved herself bald. it was a kind an incredible sight to behold--all that smooth, flawless skin surrounding the stunning, velvety folds of the most stunning vagina Carrie had ever seen. The full lips were thick and pink, and glistening with Miranda's excitement. Her small clitoris was poking out, begging for attention. Carrie was in Heaven, and she was determined to bring Miranda along with her.
Dipping her head forward, Carrie repeated her previous move by touching the tip of her nose to just above Miranda's clitoris and breathing in. She put her hands back on Miranda's ass and squeezed and massaged her cheeks. Carrie darted her tongue out again, placing its tip right into the center of Miranda's warm young teen lesbian folds, and she trembled when she tasted her best friend for the first time.
Miranda shuddered, too, and she dropped the pen that she was using to write down the old man's information. He saw it and looked to her, seeing her eyes roll back into her head and then close, just for an instant. Miranda tried to recover by holding her hand up to her nose, and pretending to suppress a sneeze.
"Excuse me," she whispered. Then she picked the pen up again and continued. Her free hand was still gripping the counter edge as if her life depended on it.
Carrie couldn't hold back any longer, and so she dove in, burying her face into Miranda's hot, moist young teen lesbian lips. Her nose bumped Miranda's clit, and Carrie's full lips pressed fully against her skin. Her tongue licked madly at her young teen lesbian. Carrie was so hungry for this that her saliva was already dripping down her chin and down Miranda's thighs. She licked and sucked and nibbled, lathering up Miranda's young teen lesbian with her spit before plunging her tongue deep into her tunnel.
Miranda gritted her teeth and bowed her head, desperately trying to hide her facial expressions. She wanted so badly to let loose, to sigh or moan or just plain yell out "Fuck, yes!", but the old man was still there, just two feet away, and completely oblivious. She gripped the edge of the counter with both hands again, and pretended to be thinking.
"Monday," she said. "Monday, Monday, Monday..."
She was supposed to be trying to fit him into the schedule. Miranda knew very well that Monday was open, but for the moment, this was as coherent as she was going to get, and she needed to stall or things would get really out of hand.
Under the counter, Carrie ate Miranda's young teen lesbian furiously, and now concentrated on her clit. She flicked it back and forth with her tongue, then up and down, then back and forth again. Then she took the hard small knob between her full lips and sucked, gently at first, then harder.
"Monday, Monday...I think....Yes. We can--" Miranda mashed her teeth together and slapped the top of the counter. "Yes! We can fit you in," she continued. Her words were quick, loud, and very breathy. She fumbled for the right papers to fill him into the schedule. Then he started talking again, telling his life story or something. Miranda hoped he wasn't asking any more questions, because she didn't have the concentration to put any of his words together, let alone her own.
Feigning interest in his story, Miranda leaned forward on the countertop. it was a kind really just a way to help herself, however, as her feet lifted off the floor. Still wearing her heels, she spread her legs out wide and found footing on the boxes under the counter. Now Carrie had total access, and she took full advantage of it. She stuck her tongue even deeper into Miranda's young teen lesbian, and Miranda responded by moving her hips back and forth against Carrie's face. She was breathing very hard now, and beads of sweat collected on her forehead.
Carrie was overwhelmed, too. She expected Miranda to enjoy this, but wow! This young teen lesbian teen lesbian was out of control, and yet still keeping her cool. it was a kind so hot. For the first time, Carrie took notice of how wet she was herself, and how close was to reaching her own orgasm just by licking her friend. She put one of her hands down her shorts and rubbed at her own clit. her young teen lesbian was soaking wet.
All it took was a few flicks of her finger and Carrie had put herself over the edge. She dove madly for Miranda's clitoris and let her tongue stroke it with amazing speed. And just like that, Miranda had peaked herself. For the second time in their lives, the two stunning young teen lesbian women reached unbelievable orgasms together. Carrie bucked under the counter, making a sharp thud against its wall. To cover that and her own climax, Miranda closed her eyes tightly and shouted out loud.
"Ahh Ahh! Leg cramp!" she exclaimed to the bewildered old man.
She continued moaning and shouting, hoping it was a kind passing off as pain. She shook her body, trying to regain control of herself, but the orgasm would not let up. Her hands still gripped the counter.
"Are you okay?" The old man asked. "Yes!" Miranda grunted through clenched teeth. "Oh God yes!"
Below, Carrie was still shuddering as she came, and she was still licking Miranda's young teen lesbian up and down, bumping her clitoris with her nose. Her whole hand was down her shorts now, massaging her full lips as her own orgasm began to subside.
"I used to be a basketball coach," the old man said, looking at Miranda worriedly. "I could come around and massage that leg for you--"
"No!" Miranda exclaimed, reaching out her hand in the stop position. She was finally well enough to compose herself. "No, but thank you. I think..." She shivered, then leaned back so she was standing on the floor again, though now on rubbery legs. "Yeah, I think it's gone. I'm okay now."
Carrie gave Miranda's clitoris one last, very soft kiss, then backed away. She leaned back against the counter wall, smiled, sighed, and waited.
Miranda finished helping the man while her skirt and panties lay in a pile at her feet. Once he was gone, she squatted down to face Carrie. Neither of them knew what to say, and so there was a long moment of silence. Then Miranda smiled, leaned forward and kissed Carrie full on the mouth.
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