A Return To Form

The air was so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife. She'd avoided Sarah for the past two weeks, making excuse after excuse as to why she couldn't talk. It was the kids, or Chase needed her, or she was just too tired or school... but she knew she could only avoid her for so long until it destroyed their friendship, and she certainly didn't want that... 'God, why did I kiss her? Let her touch me?' Miranda had thought a thousand times, all while burying her longing deep inside. She'd even tried spells, yet all they had done was turn back against her... but finally she felt that she had mastered herself well enough to not go any further. Not only that, but to finally unfuck this whole situation. So she'd said yes when she'd been invited to her small but neat apartment downtown.

She'd made a point not to dress up, hoping that it may be enough to get the message across.She'd come directly from the gym, washed the sweat from her body with soap, and dried off. Besides her facial piercings, she wore no jewelry or makeupand sported a pair of loose black nylon pants and a baggy Gorgoroth T-shirt with a plain bra and panties beneath, while her friend wore sweatshorts and a loose white T-shirt.

An hour had passed since she'd arrived, and the tension was rising, the conflict between the two of them bubbling up more and more as each minute went by. They'd been talking about whether the first snow would come that week, Miranda's family, music, everything but the elephant in the room. The elephant being that they were both feeling things that were far from friendly and that Miranda was doing her damndest to avoid.

"Miranda, I really need to talk to you about something..." Sarah had blurted out suddenly, her rum and coke resting empty in her hands. She'd already had one too many, Miranda could tell. Her words were slightly slurred, and her pupils were dilated.

Miranda had sighed deeply, crossing her legs and looking away from Sarah's gaze. "Like?"

"Like... how you've spent two fucking weeks making every excuse not to see me?"

"Sarah... I have a--"

Her voice rose, "Have a family, I know. But you've never been like this! Making every single excuse in the book--"

"No, I haven't!"

"You literally said you couldn't hang out because you had to walk your fucking dog! I mean, really? Do you know how stupid that sounds?"

"Jesus Christ," she exclaimed as she rose, a flame smoldering in her honey eyes, "look. I'm sorry that you're here. All alone. Finding whatever fucking scraps you can get. It's not my fault that you'll never be married. Never have children. All because you've chosen to be a fucking lesbian."

Sarah stood up, her thin body trembling as she met Miranda's gaze. "You don't think that I've wanted those things? To have a family like yours? Of course I do! But I can't help who I like, Miranda! And I'm not a fucking 'scrap hunter,' as you put it. You're the one who kissed me. You're the one that's been leading me on, you fucking bitch," she spat, the tension in the room rising so thick that Miranda felt like she might suffocate. Sarah continued, "And you know what? I think it's because you like me. I think you want to be with me, and it scares the shit out of you. That's why you've been avoiding me." She stepped closer, the rum on her breath washing over Miranda as she continued, "Because if we were together, you would finally have to admit that you are too. And you don't want to do that."

Miranda shook her head, her brow furrowed in disgust. "I am not a dyke."

Sarah scoffed. "You keep telling yourself that."

"Chase is all I could ever ask for, and I'm fulfilled."

"Chase is a handsome idiot who you treat more like a favored servant than a husband."

"Oh, bullshit! What the fuck would you know about marriage, companionship, or love?" She sneered, "You're all alone, and it's all you'll ever be, Sarah. Alone."

"Fuck you and your right-wing bullshit, Miranda! At least I'm not afraid to be myself; I'm not living some fucking lie of a life because I'm afraid of what people will think."

"You think I'm afraid of what people think, bitch? Look at me! I am over here wearing the shirt of a Satanic black metal band, and you think I care what people think?" She spat.

"Oh, you are absolutely terrified. Just not any of that. That is part of your identity. To be on the outside. To be the outlier. To be the straight, witchy alt woman who votes for the racist and homophobic policies of the right." Sarah's finger poked her shoulder with every word. "But if you turned, then everyone would say, 'See? We knew it all along!' And you can't have that, now, can you?"

The room fell quiet, the tension now thick enough to drown in. Miranda was fuming, her cheeks hot and red, her fists flexing open and closed in rage as she stared into the eyes of her best friend. "I've never wanted to punch anyone in the face as much as I do you right now," she hissed. She could feel a burning in her heart, a longing she'd denied herself. "You don't understand me."

"Oh, I understand you just fine," Sarah shot back. "And of course a fascist would resort to violence. So go on. Please. Fucking hit me!" She turned her cheek, patting it in invitation with the tips of her fingers.

Fuming, Miranda stared at her for a long moment. She opened her mouth to say something, to lash out at Sarah again, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she grabbed the front of her loose shirt and pulled her close, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss.

The tension in Sarah's shoulders slowly evaporated as she felt the tongue slipping into her mouth, her body relaxing as she closed her eyes and let herself melt into soft lips. Her hands snaked around Miranda's neck and up into her short hair, pulling her closer as she pressed her body against hers, inhaling sharply as the smell of Miranda's natural scent filled her nostrils. Her heart thudded in her chest, beating a rhythm of pleasure as Miranda's hand reached into her back pocket and cupped her ass hard.

Miranda's hands were everywhere, aggressively roaming across the skin of Sarah's exposed midriff, under her shirt, cupping her breasts, and running her hands down her side, pulling her even closer. She felt herself grow warm between her thighs, a heat swelling inside her as never before as she tasted Sarah's tongue in her mouth, the scent of her body filling her nostrils like an intoxicating gas. Sarah's hips bucked forward, desperate to grind against her friend's leg, her legs growing weak as she moaned into Miranda's mouth.

They broke the kiss for a moment, Miranda's teeth latching onto soft lips before letting go to work her way along Sarah's jawline. Her tongue swirled against soft skin, her teeth nipping as she reached her ear, her breath hot as she ran along the ridge. This wasn't like before; it wasn't a game played to amuse the older woman. This was deeper, far more insistent, desperate even. At least that was what went through Sarah's mind as she allowed herself to be shoved onto the couch. Her eyes were wide as she looked up, seeing a face made even more beautiful by the raw fury in her eyes, which penetrated her with lust and disgust. Eyes that glowered down upon her for several moments of silence. She wanted more, oh so much more, and yet was afraid that Miranda was once again shutting down and would leave her frustrated and weeping in the bed once she left. Even the thought of it happening again angered her. "So is that it?" She spat up at her.

Miranda, her lips full and pink, glared down at her with fury as she suddenly straddled her. A trembling hand shot out and slapped Sarah across the face. "Shut the fuck up." Her voice trembled as she hissed, the anger in her eyes giving way to a passion she hadn't felt in the entirety of her life. "I fucking hate you." Her lips crushed against Sarah's, her tongue reaching, finding the warmth of Sarah's mouth as she moaned softly.

Sarah's hands reached up, running through her hair and pulling her head closer. The kiss was long, passionate, and full of a consuming fire as Miranda let go, their tongues playing in each other's mouths until they broke away, each gasping for air. The room around them fell away, the world beyond the couch vanishing in the heat of the moment.

"No, you don't." Sarah panted as her lips pressed against Miranda's soft, long neck, her teeth biting down gently as her friend moaned. Her fingers dug into Miranda's hair, holding her head in place as her other hand ran down her side. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and exposing her breasts restrained by the sports bra beneath.

Miranda's eyes went wide, and she gasped as the shirt slid off of her, exposing her chest. She'd never been with a woman and had never thought she was even capable of such a thing until now. Had been disgusted by the very thought of being with one... and yet here she was, her lips finding Sarah's again. Fingers traced the soft skin of her stomach before thumbs hooked beneath the spandex bra, pressing her tits to her chest.

Her hips moved in motion against Sarah's pelvis beneath her, her own pussy burning with an ache she'd never felt before. She pulled back and watched as Sarah lifted her head off the couch to kiss the soft flesh of her cleavage, which spilled over the top of her bra, before sliding the fabric up and over Miranda's chest. Her short, thick nipples were rock hard as the cold air of the room hit them, the soft brown flesh puckering as Sarah's lips traced along the bottom of her tit before sliding over one of her medium areolas, finding the nipple with her tongue and flicking it.

Miranda sank into the sensation as her best friend suckled her in ways Chase had never managed. Soft hands rested on her exposed waist, gently urging her to follow as Sarah began to slide down onto her back. She needed no further urging and followed, kissing the supine woman once again as her head hit the cushions below her. She breathed deeply through her nostrils, taking in the scent of lavender, which clung to her flesh. She'd never felt any excitement or desire for a woman's smell, and yet now she practically hungered for it. She knew her hands trembled as they slid down Sarah's sides to touch the soft hidden flesh beneath her shirt. Briefly she wondered whether the trembling was felt while working the loose shirt up her midriff as Sarah lifted herselfon her elbows, allowing it to be pulled over her chest.Miranda's breath caught as the soft material was pulled free, revealing the most perfect pair of breasts she'd ever seen.

Sarah lay there, her heart hammering against her chest, her hands sliding up to her belt, fumbling to undo it.

Without a single conscious thought, Miranda reached behind the woman's back to unhook her bra and pull it away. Her pale skin was soft and flawless, and her nipples were small and pink, with smaller, more delicate areolas than Miranda's. Her breasts were round and perfect, large enough to cup and enjoy but small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. Miranda felt her mouth water as she stared down at them, her eyes tracing every curve and contour, the soft lines of her sides that gave way to her waist, and the gentle curve of her hips. Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked down upon the woman she'd imagined being with for the past month and realized her imagination had not done justice to the beauty beneath her.

"Take them off," Sarah breathed, her eyes wide as she stared up at Miranda, a mixture of desire and need burning within them while pulling the studded belt from Miranda's waist.

Miranda stared down at her, her hand reaching down to brush against Sarah's cheek. A soft moan escaped Sarah's lips as Miranda's hand slid down her neck, her thumb tracing the outline of her collarbone before sliding down between her breasts. Miranda's fingers found her left nipple, and her thumb began to rub small circles, eliciting a moan from Sarah's lips. Sarah's hands slid over Miranda's back, pulling her in and rolling them both onto their sides.

Miranda's eyes opened wide, her pupils dilating as she felt Sarah's soft hand slide down to grip the hem of her pants, pushing them down and exposing her backside. She'd never felt a woman's touch on her naked skin, and as she felt Sarah's fingers grip her firm ass and squeeze, a shiver ran through her. Her head leaned in, her lips finding Sarah's in a passionate kiss. Her eyes gazed into blue pools of lust, drinking in every detail of her beauty as she pushed her pants further down her legs and kicked them free. Sarah's hands reached up and slid through her hair, one running down her back. The kiss deepened, and she rolled back on top of the other woman, straddling her once again. Miranda let out a soft moan as she felt the heat of Sarah's palm slide from her cheek to rest against her breast, the gentle pressure causing her cunt to throb and ache. Her head fell back, and she stared at the ceiling, her breath catching in her throat as a hand slid up her thigh and gripped her ass firmly.

She knew she shouldn't be doing this; that her family would be expecting her soon, that this felt like more than one of the several fucks she'd had since being with Chase, but she couldn't stop. She had never felt like this with any man, not even her husband. She felt free, liberated, and desired beyond all measure. As Sarah's hand slid down and around her thigh, she knew she was lost. She couldn't stop now if she wanted to. Her head came back down, and she looked into Sarah's eyes once more, drinking in the sight of her best friend, her only friend, the only person she had ever trusted with her life and soul. She leaned down, her lips once again finding Sarah's as her hips moved back, allowing the woman's fingers to slide up and down her trimmed slit, her folds spreading as the tip of her clit was traced in small circles. She shuddered as the kiss deepened, her tongue sliding against Sarah's, and she felt her heart swell with something more than lust for her best friend and a desire that she had never felt for a man. God, had she ever been this wet? Miranda's hands found Sarah's hips, her fingers sliding into the top of her shorts and her thumbs hooking beneath them.

She broke the kiss and pulled back, looking down at Sarah's gorgeous body as she began to pull them down. She was shaved clean except for a tuft of hair just above her clit.

Miranda's breath caught in her throat as Sarah's legs lifted, allowing the shorts to be slid down to her feet and pulled free. Miranda's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the woman who'd been her best friend for years. She felt a flutter in her heart as she looked down at her beautiful cunt, the thin lips of her pussy perfectly symmetrical, her clit resting just above her hood. "Oh..." escaped her lips as she realized she had never wanted anything more in her life. Her heart hammered against her chest as she slid her fingers down, spreading Sarah's pussy lips and revealing the pink softness within. She knew she should stop, that she should say something, but she couldn't. She felt herself being pulled forward as arms wrapped around her neck to feel soft lips on her neck.

Steeling herself for Miranda to snap out of this unexpected bliss, Sarah asked in a tentative whisper, "You want to go to the bedroom?" She was met with a long pause and then a whisper, "yes."

Miranda lifted herself back onto her knees and stood, her hand reaching down and taking Sarah's as she too rose from the couch. Miranda's breath quickened as she was led naked through the apartment to the bedroom, her eyes locked on the floor as she tried to process what was happening. She hadn't expected this to happen today, even though she'd been fighting the thought of it since the kiss a month ago. It had been a one-off, she was sure; a moment of mischief she'd indulged in just to make a point, nothing more... and then what she'd done at dinner the next night. But now, as she stood in front of the bed, her eyes on Sarah's face as she bit her bottom lip, her hands at her sides, she knew she couldn't stop this. She didn't want to stop this. Miranda's hand reached out and stroked Sarah's cheek, her thumb brushing over her bottom lip. Sarah's eyes closed, her lips parting as she leaned into the touch. Miranda leaned down, her lips pressing softly against Sarah's in a gentle kiss. Her arms wrapped around Miranda's neck, pulling her closer as their lips parted and their tongues danced together. Miranda's hand slid down Sarah's side, her fingers tracing the curve of her hip as she backed her to the bed before shoving her hard onto her back and climbing on top, straddling her thigh as she climbed on top. Miranda's lips pressed hard against Sarah's, her tongue exploring her mouth as her hands slid down to grip her breasts, her thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. Sarah's breath caught in her throat, her thigh rising to touch her cunt and rub it. Miranda broke the kiss, her eyes gazing into Sarah's as a moan escaped her lips. She felt her own body react, her pussy clenching as she moved her hips, grinding her clit against Sarah's thigh. A shiver ran through her as she realized how wet she was and how much she wanted this. How she'd been fantasizing about this every time she'd done it with Chase.

Sarah's arms wrapped around Miranda, pulling her down and rolling them over to a sitting position; their legs intertwined. Her lips found Miranda's once again, her tongue sliding into her mouth as she moved her hips in small circles, grinding their clits together. Miranda gasped, her body tensing as the pleasure washed over her.She felt Sarah's hands slide down her back, her fingers gripping her ass and pulling her closer.

Miranda's hands moved to Sarah's shoulders, her nails digging into her skin as she arched her back. A moan escaped her lips, her hips rising as she rode Sarah's cunt, her body trembling with desire. Her hand shot out to grip the younger woman's throat as they both gyrated, their eyes locked on one another's. She knew she should stop this. Knew she had to. But with every second she could feel herself falling deeper into those eyes, into the depths of her soul. It felt right to be here, to have Sarah touching her. And with that thought, she felt her body tense, her orgasm building as she ground her hips down. Her moans filled the room, her breath coming in short gasps as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

Sarah's fingers tightened on her ass, her hips lifting to meet Miranda's as their clits rubbed together. She could feel her own orgasm building, her body tingling with desire as she pulled Miranda closer. "Not yet. I want to taste you," she whispered, her voice breathy with desire. "Please, let me taste you." She untangled her legs, practically launching herself at her friend, her lips pressing against Miranda's neck, her teeth nipping at her skin before she kissed her way down to her breast. Her tongue swirled around her nipple, her hand gripping Miranda's hip as she sucked and teased it.

Miranda's moan filled the room, her body arching into Sarah's touch. "Yes," she gasped, "please, yes." She felt her body respond to Sarah's touch, her pussy clenching and her clit longing.

Sarah's tongue flicked over her nipple, her lips sucking on it as she pushed Miranda down, her body pressing against her. Sarah's lips moved to her other breast, her tongue teasing and her teeth nipping. Her hand slid down Miranda's stomach, her fingers trailing over her skin before sliding between her legs and finding her opening. She began to trail kisses down her stomach, her tongue and teeth leaving a trail of desire. She looked up at Miranda, her eyes locking with hers as she slid two fingers inside her. Miranda's hips rose, her thighs spreading as she welcomed Sarah inside her.

Sarah's lips pressed against Miranda's clit, her tongue flicking over it as her fingers began to move in and out of her slowly.She inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her sex as she continued to lick and tease her clit. Her fingers moved faster, her index pressing against the sensitive flesh of her G-spot as she curled her fingers inside her.