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“You remind me of a boy.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.”
“Does that mean we can only hold hands and kiss with our mouths shut?” I asked.
She laughed. “No way. I need that tongue in deep, swishing around.”
“Swishing around? Lapping up your juices, your mean.”
Her hand landed on my thigh, close to my growing dick.
“Careful, Miranda. I’m driving.”
As we drove back to the house, the sea glistened in the late-morning sun. Life felt complete. I had no debts, and I could almost be myself. If only that dark cloud related to my father along with Ollie’s recent accident would drift away. Then there was Tamara. But my endorphin-drunk heart had the winning edge, especially with Miranda there by my side.
We decided to put some music on during the drive.
“What do you feel like listening to?”
“Anything. I’m not picky,” she said.
“Jazz?” I asked.
She nodded. “I like it.”
“Great. We’ll get on well,” I said, pressing on my console.
She turned to stare at me with curiosity etched in her eyes. “You judge compatibility by music tastes?”
“No. I’m not a jazz Nazi or anything.” I smiled at how ridiculous that sounded. “We’re compatible, though. Aren’t we?”
“I suppose if my clawing into your flesh while having multiple orgasms and you’re ripping my panties off with your teeth is a sign of compatibility, then sure.”
I laughed. “We also talk about things. I love talking to you. Remember our first date? You in that horrible brown dress.”
“How could I forget?” She smirked. “Britney acted like a super bitch, and I had to jump to her every command.”
“You were magnificent. No bullshit. Unlike all the other girls with their mindless gossip. I’ve never been with a girl I can talk to about music, art, and the bigger things in life.”
“The bigger things being?”
I shrugged. “The environment, politics, and whether you’re wearing your red panties.”
She giggled, which made me laugh. “You’re just as shallow as those girls you just put down.”
“I know. At times, I’m a disappointment to myself. But how can I be with someone with a body like yours and not think dirty thoughts?”
She shrugged. “I have dirty thoughts about you too.”
“Do you?”
Biting her lip, she looked so innocent, as though she’d admitted to something wicked.
“Well? Are you going to reveal?”
“You know, um… I think about how you feel.”
