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Miranda’s mouth fell open. It was like she lost the ability to speak. The only thing she could hear was her hear hammering against her chest. Her hands instinctively gripped onto to the tops of her legs, as if to stop herself from shaking.
“Don’t bother trying to deny it. I see the way you look at each other, I’m not stupid. All I say is if you’re a decent person, you’ll back off. Josh should be with someone his own age and you know it.” Her voice was low but venomous.
“I’m sure Sharon wouldn’t be happy either.”Miranda’s mouth was dry. There was no way she could respond. Sharon’s arrival with the dinner jarred her from the situation, and Lucy changed her demeanour instantly.
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Taking a moment to understand what Josh was saying, she sat up searching his eyes.“Are you sure?”He let his fingers graze the side of her face. “Yes. Miranda, I want you. All of you. I don’t want to wait any longer.” His expression was serious. Determined. Miranda found it incredibly sexy.As she took a moment to appreciate just how beautiful he was, her arousal began to build once more. All she wanted was to know what his cock was going to feel like when it was inside her. Knowing that hers would be the first pussy to encase his spectacular manhood made her even wetter.A smile crept onto her lips as she got up to pull off his boxers, allowing him to spring free. He watched her closely as she placed herself above him so she was kneeling with his body
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Miranda’s foot was tapping against the tiled floor in anticipation, and she kept ringing her hands over and over again. The receptionist, a man who seemed far nicer that Cara, had asked her to wait in one of the student areas. It wasn’t far from the Professor’s offices. The space was filled with squishy chairs and beanbags, along with the normal computer desks. There was even a small kitchenet at the back wall where students could make a hot drink or microwave their food.Thursday evening was student night in this city. That basically meant that all the bars and clubs were open with promotions for its binge drinking patrons. As a result, a lot these university scholars would be back at their halls swigging their pres. Miranda wondered if they even still called them pres anymore. The students that were in this space, were eyeing her with interest. She clearly wasn’t a student. You only had to compare their casua
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It was going to take about an hour or so to get to the cottage, so Miranda had created a playlist for the journey there. She knew from Josh’s posters that he liked similar music to her. Not saying anything, she plugged her phone into the car stereo, and pressed play. The first song was ‘Black Dog’ by Led Zeppelin. As Robert Plant sang the first few words, Josh turned his head towards Miranda with interest.“I’d forgotten that you like the same ‘noise’ as me.”Miranda grinned and tapped her fingers in time to the music against the steering wheel.“Don’t worry, there’s plenty more coming up on this playlist. It wasn’t classic rock I grew up on though. I got interested in pop punk when I saw Green Day on Top of the Pops.”
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The next morning, she opened her eyes to find Josh lying next to her in bed. He was on his back with his right arm stretched above him. Sunlight was beaming through gaps in the curtains, caressing parts of his face and exposed chest. She couldn’t resist gently pushing a stray piece of hair from his forehead. As it didn’t cause him to stir, she decided to get out of bed and go outside. She was desperate to see the view from the cottage in the light. Wrapping her dressing gown around her and pulling on some thick socks, she walked out to the hallway where they’d left their shoes. She knew she would need their welly boots for this weekend, it could get very muddy here this time of year. She pulled them on and shut the front door gently behind her.Considering it was the end of February, it was actually a beautiful day. It was cold, but it was a cloudless sky, so the sun was shining bri
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On the way back from Chatsworth, Miranda pulled into a dirt track she’d spotted from the main road on the way here.As she turned off the ignition, Josh have her a sideways glance. “We’re not going dogging now are we?” he joked, but there was the edge of a serious tone in his question.Miranda patted his knee. “No don’t worry. That’s next weeks lesson.” She winked at him and he laughed. “Actually, I want to see how you get on with a bit of driving. Fancy it?”He took a look at the track ahead. “Er…yeah. Okay then.”They swapped seats and reattached their belts.“Now, can you remember how to start it?”Josh looked nervously around the contr
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When Miranda woke up, the first thing she felt was a sore head and dry mouth. She instantly knew she’d had too much wine the night before. Gingerly opening her eyes, the image of Josh lying next to her came into focus. He was watching her.“Good morning sleeping beauty, and how are we feeling?” His tone told her she had definitely indulged the night before.“Erm…yeah...not great.” She pulled the cover up and suddenly realised she was naked. “Oh…did we…”Josh raised his eyebrows. “Hell no. You’re great in bed, but I’m not doing you when you’re semi-conscious.”“Then why…”
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Daniel was definitely dressed for a date. He was wearing smart dark blue trousers with shiny chestnut dress shoes. His white shirt had clearly been meticulously ironed. Miranda had to admit, he looked pretty good.For a moment, no-one said anything. Miranda just looked at the two people by the doorway, a little opened mouthed. Josh looked utterly confused.“Surprise!” Sharon announced feebly.Miranda still wasn’t able to say anything, so Sharon clearly decided she was just going to pretend everything was fine.“Come on Josh, help me get things ready. You’ll need to set another place for dinner if you’re staying.”
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Once they’d sat down on Miranda’s sofa, Josh started to fill her in on what had happened after she’d left. He looked tired and upset. There were red splotches around his eyes, and Miranda was pretty certain he’d been crying.“Mum basically gave me an ultimatum. Either I don’t see you anymore, or I leave her house. You can probably tell which one I chose.” He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled heavily.Her heart ached for him. “You don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to destroy your relationship with your mum for me.” She took his hand in hers and began softly tracing the back of it with her finger.“Did you mean what you said?” Miranda looked up to meet his gaze. “Did you mean it
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