Mira

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, depicting sexual situations between consenting adults at least eighteen years of age.

I was hanging out over at Russ Layne's house one Friday night. Russ was one of my closest friends and I was often at his house. He lived with just his dad, who was really cool and didn't give us a hard time about what time we came in. Russ's house, over the course of our high school years, became the default party house for a moderately sized core of friends and acquaintances. This night, for some reason, Russ and I were staying in, mostly playing video games, with no plans to go out and no plans to have anyone join us.

"Man, I'm bored," Russ said. We were in his room, only halfway interested in whatever game we were playing. "Let's call somebody." He picked up his phone and began scrolling through numbers. He put the phone to his ear and waited, a grin creeping across his face. A long beat passed and I could tell he almost hung up. And then he said, "Oh hey, Mira." When he said it I forced down a laugh. It was an inside joke.

Mira Hall was Russ's go to back then, meaning they fucked off and on without much commitment. She wasn't ugly but certainly wasn't one of the cute girls. She wore unflattering glasses and her hair was short, a cut that would never be in fashion. She was heavy since the time she started to develop, boobs before anyone else, always bordering on fat and never seeming to go all the way there. I don't know, maybe it was just the way she carried it. She wasn't quite my taste and I had always given Russ a hard time about their relationship. Deep down I knew I was jealous, because I didn't get laid nearly as often as him, and it had been at least two months since I'd gotten any at all. "Ask her who she's hanging out with tonight," I shouted at him.

He looked at me. "Yeah, that's Mike." He briefly pulled the phone from his ear. "Hi, Mike."

"Hi Mira," I made a jerk off motion with my right hand. "Ask her to bring a friend over."

"No, no, never mind," he said, turning his attention back to her. "What are you doing? Yeah, yeah, that's sounds really lame, though. Why don't you come over in a while." He gave a jerking motion in response to mine. "No, that's cool. He can hang out in the living room." He smiled.

"Or you can bring someone over," I shouted.

Russ didn't acknowledge me, but paused for a few seconds, then said. "That's cool. Yeah. See you later." He hung and grinned, looked at me and shrugged. "Whatever, dude. At least I'm getting some tonight."

That was true. "She bringing anyone over?"

"I don't know," he said. "She said she'll see."

Knowing Mira, the prospects were slim. She didn't have a ton of friends around school, and those she did have were, for the most part, homely nerds just like her. Tabitha Blaise was one of Mira's friends and I sort of had a mild thing for her. She played in the school band and all that shit, but she was cute, thin, and every once in a while she would wear something that showed off surprising curves. I didn't say anything more out loud about Mira bringing a friend, but secretly I was praying to see Tabitha show up.

We were out on the porch when she arrived and, before her car even came to a stop, I saw she was alone. Oh well. I tossed the cigarette I'd been smoking over the rail into the yard. Russ scratched his stomach, yawned and smoked the last of his own. Both of us watched her step out of the car. She had on a tight fitting short sleeved t-shirt and even tighter black jeans. As she came onto the porch I couldn't help noticing the strain of cotton across her chest and the roll of her hips under the skin tight denim.

"Hi guys." She was smiling. She always had a great smile, full lips and a set of bright, even teeth. She was wearing lipstick, but barely. If you didn't look closely you almost couldn't tell.

"You look hot," Russ said to her, opening and holding the door. "Come on in. Stay a while." As she passed him, he smacked her on the ass and she almost jumped through the doorway.

Once inside, Mira reached into a little purse she was carrying and pulled something out. "I have a joint," she said. "You guys want to smoke?"

Russ smiled and nodded. I said, "Hell yes." Russ said, "That's my girl."

The three of us took seats in the living room, the two of them on the couch and me in the big chair usually occupied by Russ's dad. We watched tv while we smoked Mira's joint, made small talk. Mira said she was sorry she didn't bring anyone over with her and I acted like I didn't care, like I'd been kidding all along.

Soon enough, we were quite stoned and the two of them were heating up. It was awkward for a few seconds, because I didn't know if they were going to leave the room or if I should. They whispered a few soft things between them, then Mira laughed and spoke loud enough for me to hear. "I can't," she said rubbing his chest. "You ask him."

They were both looking at me now, reclining into each other on the couch. Russ said, "Mira wants me to ask if you'll take her to the bedroom."

She gave him a light slap on the arm he had draped around her waist. "Stop," she squealed. "It was your idea."

"Are you serious?" It wasn't something I'd even considered. She was looking pretty good and I was horny as hell, but she was there for Russ. I never considered he would give me permission. "I don't know." And it was true. He and I had been with a couple of the same chicks, of course, but this seemed a little different, especially since Russ would be here. He would probably listen, and he would certainly want a report from both of us afterward.

She was looking at me, but absentmindedly fondling him: his chest, his thighs, his crotch even for a brief moment. Maybe they were messing with me. Maybe they wanted to see if I would call the bluff. Maybe it was some secret dare between them. In any case, I was ready to see how far it would go. "Okay," I said, rising from the couch. "Let's go."

She didn't move right away and I figured I'd been had. I even smirked at them. But the smirk didn't last, because she stood. Her chest strained her t-shirt as she twisted herself up off the couch and Russ's roving hands. Her shirt rode up, revealing a pale curve of belly over her jeans. I took her hand, stroked her arm. She pressed herself against me and put her lips to mine. Just as quickly as it began, though, she pulled away, stepped back, arms to her sides.

She stood before me, offered and accepted, some move still waiting to be done. She looked back at Russ and he got up, reached out for her, wrapped a hand around her waist, cupped her breasts. She moved toward the hall and he moved with her. Without thinking long enough for a pause, I followed.

Down the hall, into Russ's bedroom, onto the bed as one, rubbing each other, gyrating against each other. Mira was letting out little moans the whole time and Russ was muttering dirty talk. "Oh yeah, we gonna fuck you good." "You're so fucking sexy." "This is so fucking hot."

I stayed back when they got onto the bed, when it was obviously not a joke. He stripped his shirt off and started fumbling with her jeans. She was rubbing his chest. They were kissing each other: lips, faces and necks. "Fucking big fucking tits." Russ was muttering again. "She's got great fucking tits, dude." He looked back at me. He was grinning, but when he saw me his face dropped to neutral. "What are you doing, man?" he asked me.

I opened my mouth, but it took me a second to say anything. What I said was, "Yeah." Was I smiling? Was I horny? I think I was both but I was nervous. Suddenly my heart was pounding in my chest. Suddenly I was sweating. When I moved, it was cautiously, and it was only a few steps toward them. I took off my shirt. I was still some distance from the bed. They were both looking at me now, expecting something more. "What do you want me to do?"

If it had been with one of the school sluts like Diane Leflure or Kelly Knox, two girls I'd been with multiple times, maybe it would have been different. Maybe I would have been relaxed. I'd never been with Mira; I didn't know how she would feel or how she looked under her clothes. On top of that, Russ had been with her plenty. He was already comfortable, knew the things she liked. What if I couldn't perform like him? What if I embarrassed myself? He'd never let me live it down.

"Are you a virgin, Mike?" Mira asked.

I immediately shook my head and Russ laughed. "My boy's been laid lots of times," he said. "What's your problem, dude?"

"I'm not a virgin," I said defiantly. I moved a little closer to the bed. "I've just never done anything like-"

Mira put an arm over her face and giggled. In her position on the bed and with Russ weighing down on her, her midsection and her tits jiggled slightly under her shirt. "Just get over here," she said. "Let's have some fun."

"Are you blushing?" Russ said, looking back at her. 'My goodness. I never thought I'd see the day." And to me: "Get over here, dude, and help me get this girl relaxed." He was rubbing her arms, her tits, her stomach. Her pants were unbuttoned but abandoned around her hips. I could see the top line of her underwear, a frilly line of purple on white cutting ever so gently into the curves of her as she gyrated. There was also a hint of pale muffin top squeezing out between her pants and her shirt. As Russ continued rubbing her, he lifted her shirt up above her belly button and further exposed her pudge.

Russ must have sensed me climbing onto the bed because he didn't look my way, didn't see me rubbing her legs. "Get her pants off, dude," he said to me.

"Wow," Mira giggled. "No time for foreplay, huh?"

He said it again. "Get those fucking pants off."

I pulled off her pants, or tried to. Mostly it was her, shimmying and pulling and scooting herself out of them like she was shedding a denim skin.

"She'll suck us both off, dude," Russ said, inching her shirt up to the swell of her chest. "You want to swordfight?" I wasn't sure I did so I didn't respond. I busied myself toying with her bottom half. Russ laughed. "I see what you want, dude. Suit yourself. You're missing out if you don't get a little of this mouth before the night is done." With that he unbuttoned his pants, yanked them down, and let his rigid cock spring free. "Bitch got skills."

"Hey," Mira said, drawn out like she was feigning outrage. Russ laughed again, but didn't respond.

I was close enough to her crotch that I could smell her through her panties. I had both hands on her, massaging her inner thighs. I stroked her pussy through the sheer cloth and then I pulled the garment aside. She had a big pussy, no doubt, and she didn't shave. Her sparse hair was dark brown and ringed a glistening set of lips such a dull pink that they were almost tan. I slid a finger into her easily, was surprised by her wetness. She wanted it as much as we did. She moaned and by the sound of it she already had her lips around Russ' dick.

I spread her lips. I twisted and tweaked her clit. I ran my fingers up into her web of course pubic hair and I ran them down to an inch or so above her asshole. I put two fingers into her. I picked up speed until I was pumping her furiously, little jabs I hoped would get her off. She squirmed at my onslaught and she moaned through the onslaught of Russ. He was moaning too, but I was quiet, working her faster and harder, watching her wetness grow.

"You gonna lick that fucking thing or what, dude?"

And suddenly that's what I found myself doing. My mouth was on that big pussy and my tongue was in it, screwing her every way I could manage. It wasn't something I did often, especially since most of the girls I got with were well known sluts. But I didn't think Mira got down quite as much as those girls, and besides I was still nervous about fucking her in front of Russ; I was delaying that moment a bit longer, though I knew it was soon to arrive.

She was wet, and she tasted fresher than she looked down there. There was the oily, salty, slightly sour note of her juices, but mostly there was a mild flavor and slightly chalky texture of soaped skin. Soon enough there was heat, and the taste of perspiration. I fingered her while I licked and she cried out several times, bucking her hips and tightening the muscles in her thighs.

"Holy shit, man," Russ said. "Go get it. Chew on that fucking thing."

Mira had a handful of my hair and held tight, pulled me into her. Before long my chin was coated in her juices. "Don't stop," she cried out. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck." By the sound of her voice, I could tell she'd abandoned Russ and his cock, at least for a time. "I'm- Oh fuck. I'm- Oh, oh, ohhh. I'm gonna cum, I think." And she cried out again, long and deep and sultry. I put two fingers in her, rubbed her outer pussy and the patch of skin above her ass, my tongue inside her all the time. She squeezed my head with her thighs, flung herself back on the bed, arched her back.

She came, and after she came she collapsed. She lay panting and sweat covered on the bed, pants around her ankles, shirt still on but pulled up to her chest, exposing her belly and the lower limit of her bra. I faintly heard Russ mutter, "Whoah," And then, some seconds later, "Hey girl, don't forget about me."

I pulled away from her, licked my lips. Her legs remained spread before me. Her pussy was wide and soaking, a neat tangle of glossy hair surrounding shiny, swollen lips. Russ had his dick in his hand, rigid, inches from her face. "Come on, babe." She turned her head and took him in her mouth. He grabbed her hair. "That's it," he groaned. "That's it. This party ain't over." He cupped one of her tits, squeezed, and looked at me. He pulled her shirt up to her neck. Her massive tits strained at a navy blue bra that seemed a size too small. I was rock hard, ravenous. I wanted to bury my face in the soft, smooth line of her cleavage.

"You can fuck her first, dude," Russ said. "You gotta try this mouth, though, when I'm done. She's a fucking Hoover."

Until then, it hadn't quite hit me: this was really going to happen. We were both going to bang her together, in one way or another. Russ and I would see each other all the time, every day at school, and we'd see her. How would we act around each other? What would they talk about the next time they were together without me?

I pulled my pants down, stepped out of them, climbed first onto the bed, then immediately on to Mira. With my left hand I half supported my weight and with my right hand I guided myself into her.

She quickly squirmed away from me. "Woah. Put a condom on, Mike."

Russ laughed and cried out. "Dude! You were getting in there bareback? Nice." Obviously her attention had strayed from him and he was slowly jerking off just inches from her face. "Yeah, she's all about the rubbers, dude. Got one?"

I was already tearing into my wallet, blushing, trying not to look at either one of them. "Yeah, yeah. Of course. Sorry." I found one and ripped open the package, fumbled a bit with the rubber itself but managed to get it on quickly.

"Don't be sorry," Mira was saying. "It's cool. You're excited." She rubbed the area just above her pussy and even gyrated her hips a little bit. "I'm excited too."

"I'm excited too," Russ chimed in. "I'm excited to get you back on this dick." It was the perfect line from him, and it got us refocused on the task at hand. She turned her face to him again, opened her mouth, worked on him back and forth in a slow and practiced rhythm. I wasted no time getting back into position, cock still rail hard, cheeks still red from embarrassment.

She started moaning as soon as I was in her and again her attention on Russ waned. She gripped my arms, tried to pull me down to her, but I didn't want my face anywhere near Russ's dick and resisted. Instead I stayed up on her and leaned back, pumped her and tried to focus on her body. The gentle roll of her belly, jiggling with my thrusts, and the proud swell of her breasts, swaying under the confines of her bra. Her wide hips. Her meaty, fur lined snatch.

And then I was cumming, before anything else I was cumming. I jerked a couple of times, lost my breath, pushed into her to my fullest, and released.

"Oh," she said. "Oh." Her arm was still on mine. "Oh." She knew what was happening. She relaxed her grip on my arms and let out a satisfied moan, but I knew she wasn't satisfied. Couldn't have been. I'd barely begun.

"Did you nut already, dude?"

I nodded because I couldn't do much else. I was shaking all over. "Yeah," I croaked.

There was a moment of silence before Russ spoke again. "That's cool, man. That's cool. I can nut in her mouth right now and then we can just swap. You want to do her again, right?"

Just hearing him say that made my fairly lifeless cock jump. I was still wearing the soggy condom. I nodded again and when I spoke again it was no croak. "Yeah," I said. "Fuck yeah." I stripped off the rubber and sat back as she turned to him and resumed with her undivided attention.

"Ooh, that's it," Russ groaned. "Yeah, do that thing." He put his hand on the back of her head. "Do that thing you do."

Mira was going at him steady and sure. She was licking, she was sucking, she was using her hand. She was slurping and moaning a little bit and as he was speaking to her she began to hum, low, from some back part of her throat.

Russ threw his head back. "Oh, oh, oh. That's it." His eyes were closed. His muscles were tense. His fists were each clenched around tufts of her hair.

I'm not sure why I didn't expect her to swallow but she did, rode it out till the end, gulping and sucking and jacking him off. He held her to him as he finished. Her cheeks ballooned once, twice. He moaned. She moaned. She was smiling when she finally pulled off him. Her lips glistened. She wiped at them and I saw the quickest strand of spittle catch her hand and stretch to six inches or so before it snapped. "Mmmm," she moaned. She looked at me. I was ready.

She crawled on her hands and knees toward me, smirk on her lips. As she moved toward me Russ reached out and unsnapped her bra from behind. She pulled it off and for a moment I could see her glorious tits hanging free, pale skin with rosy-pink, penny-sized nipples, and then her head was in my lap, her mouth was on my dick, and she was showing me what she could do.

If it wasn't for my earlier ejaculation, I would have cum right then and there. Her lips were soft and her touch was gentle. She used her tongue, her throat. She made little grunts and moans and allowed her mouth some petite slurping noises. I closed my eyes.

"Right, dude?" I heard Russ say. "You get it now?"

I'd gotten head a couple of times, mostly by the same core group of loose girls at our school, and this was the best. The way Mira felt on me put everyone else to shame, made them seem like dumb little girls. She went up and down and around, used unnatural motions and speeds. The kissed the head, licked the head, pulled just the head in her mouth at times. She used her hand, too, stroked me slowly and almost absent-mindedly, except when she would release a quick and sudden flurry of strokes, a one or two second fist pump to mix things up.

Through it all, I couldn't help but be aware of Russ behind her. I tried not to look at him, but I could tell when he strapped on a condom and I knew when he pushed himself inside of her. He moaned and she whimpered and her sucking rhythm changed from steady to erratic, from focused to slightly distracted. I was relieved to have her let up a bit, because had she continued I wouldn't have been able to hold out much longer.

He bounced against her and she bounced against me, and I laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling and ran my fingers through her hair, short of breath, heart thumping out of my chest. The closed air in the bedroom had developed a smell by this point: sweat and cum and hormone esters, a musky odor of barnyard in spring, the faint underlying wiff of sea breeze. I listened to his legs slapping against the backs of her thighs, listened to the occasional wet slurp escape her lips as she continued on me, listened to an unsteady song of creaks and pops and thumps from the bed.

As Russ rammed her from behind, Mira did something that took me by surprise. She engulfed my cock, almost all of it, stuck her tongue out and tickled the underside of my shaft. Then, still nearly deepthroating me, she began to vibrate her throat, gargling to some effect around me. Needless to say, that's all it took. I let out a long groan as I ejaculated for the second time that night. She never let up, swallowed every bit I had and even licked her lips after she finally let go.

"Holy shit," I mumbled.

Before I'd even grown soft, Russ was cumming too. I could tell because he picked up his pace and he began to grunt and groan. Mira closed her eyes, furrowed her brow. Her tits hung down and bounced with his every thrust. He pushed his weight upon her and she collapsed into me, her head between my straddled legs, her face inches from my wilting cock.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he cried.

"Oh god," she whimpered. "Oh yes."

And then we were one sweaty heap, he on her and she on me, me on my back, Mira on her stomach, Russ laying on top over her, slowly gyrating his pelvis against her ass. He withdrew from her and she giggled. He was panting. I was grinning. She sat up. "Oh my god, you guys." Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was matted to her forehead. "That was crazy."

"Yeah," Russ said. "She do that thing with her throat?" He was talking to me.

I shook my head, searching for a reply. "I don't know what she did."

Both of them laughed. After a moment, as we all began to compose ourselves, he said, "Now you know why I hang with her, dude."

"Hey," she said, scowling, sitting up and swing her legs off the bed. "I hope there's more to me than that."

Russ was off the bed now, too. He had his shirt in his hand but he was still naked. "Of course," he said, smiling. He looked at me. "She also gets the best weed." He laughed and I laughed and even Mira cracked a smile.