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  “Coming right up.” He smiled. “I’m having wine with dinner; would you care for some as well? What I mean to say is…are you old enough to drink alcohol, Miranda?”

  “I’m twenty one,” she said proudly. “I just turned, like, two weeks ago. You want to see my ID?”

  “That won’t be necessary.” He said, mentally kicking himself for asking her in the first place—who cared if she had a glass of wine or two, even if she had been slightly underage? He vanished down the stairs.

  * * * *

  “This is, like, the best meal I’ve had in…” Miranda’s voice trailed off and then she looked across the table at him and grinned. “It might just be the best meal I’ve ever had in my whole life, come to think of it. What’s this sauce on the steak? It’s fucking fabulous!”

  Wincing at the girl’s use of ‘fucking’ as an adjective, Liam smiled wryly. “It’s called Béarnaise, my dear. It’s French in origin. I whipped it up out of some egg yolks, butter, a few spices, and ingredients while the steaks were grilling on the Jenn-air.”

  “Well aren’t you clever?” She sipped at rich, heavy red wine. “What’s this wine? I’ve never tasted anything that went so well with meat.”

  “It’s a Cabernet Sauvignon.” He cut another piece of filet, making sure it had some sauce on it before eating it.

  She looked at the bottle. “It says it was bottled in 1996. Is that why it’s so smooth-tasting?”

  “Partially; reds tend to smooth out as they age, especially the authoritative ones like Cabernet.”

  “Is it expensive?” she asked, still looking at the dark green bottle, which said “Beaulieu Cabernet Private Reserve” on the label.

  “Around a hundred dollars a bottle.” He took a sip and turned his attention back to the steak.

  “Oh,” she said quietly, her eyes going wide.

  * * * *

  After dinner, he showed her into the combination den/family room/recreation room off the living room. It was a large place, with an exposed brick wall along one end of the room, a fireplace in the middle, the gas logs burning softly. There was a small wet bar in one corner and a large flat screen television which hung above the fireplace.

  He went to the bar and poured himself an after dinner cognac. “Would you like one of these, Miranda?”

  “Sure. I guess so. What is it?”

  “It’s French brandy,” he told her, getting out another snifter and pouring her one. “It’s a traditional after dinner drink.”

  She sat on one of the stools, took the proffered glass, and sniffed it. “Whew! Smells strong!”

  “Strong but smooth,” he said, clicking rims with her and then taking a drink.

  She followed suit, wrinkling her cute little nose a bit as she tasted it. “Wow! It is strong.”

  He smiled at her and took another sip. “I’m going to say goodnight now. I’ll leave you to amuse yourself, or you can go back up to your room if you prefer. I have some papers to grade, so I’ll be in my room.”

  He waited a moment, and then added, “I’ve been thinking about our mutual acquaintance, Aaron. I’m very tempted to file assault charges against him tomorrow. Your thoughts?”

  Her eyes shot open. “Don’t do that! Please, don’t do that!”

  “You still have feelings for him, then?” Liam had read all about the Battered-Woman Syndrome and how girls afflicted with that particular disorder always thought that their beloved would “never do that again”. In their minds, whatever battery they’d just been on the receiving end of was somehow “all a mistake”.

  “Not hardly…that asshole!” she hissed, surprising him with her vehemence.

  She looked up at Liam. “But he’s bad news. He’d make bail right away, and when he did…you don’t even know how violent he can get when he’s really pissed, Liam. Please, just let that sleeping dog lie, for my sake.”

  Liam sucked in his breath and his ribs ached. That young ruffian deserves to suffer more pain than I was able to mete out to him with those few ineffectual blows I landed before he kicked me, Liam thought angrily. A stretch in jail would be just the thing for that animal.

  He looked at Miranda’s pleading face and felt his heart melt. “All right, I’m going to bed. We’ll let the dog sleep, I suppose, for now. I’ll see you for breakfast, my dear.”

  Her face took on a grateful look at his decision. He finished his drink in two big swallows, put the glass down on the bar, and left the room.

  * * * *

  Liam startled awake. He looked at the red-numbered digital readout on the clock on the nightstand in the near lightlessness of the bedroom. It was two-thirty in the morning.

  “I…I couldn’t sleep,” Miranda’s soft, feminine voice came from beside his bed.

  He felt the mattress depress and squinted into the darkness. Liam was just able to see her face as she made her way over to the center of the king bed. As she came nearer, he saw to his utter shock and amazement that the girl was completely nude! Her petite, but incredibly firm-looking, symmetrical young breasts hung enticingly downward as she crawled toward him, swaying and bouncing in the scant light as she moved.

  “I haven’t slept by myself in, like, forever,” she whispered, her face right next to his by now. “Is it all right if I crawl under the covers with you, Liam?”

  "No!” he practically shouted, feeling her peel the covers back on his right side and slide under them. “Stop that! This is…this isn’t right!”

  “Why not?” She cuddled up next to him, her bare right breast felt soft and pliant against his pajama-clad chest. “I told you I’m not comfortable sleeping alone.”

  “Sweet Jesus, girl!” He pushed her away, but not very strenuously. “You shouldn’t…I mean…you can’t!”

  He felt her hands, gentle and exploring, on the flannel of his nightshirt and then lower, on his pajama trousers. Right over his…

  “Stop that!” He was instantly hard under her tender caress.

  He could see her face just clearly enough to see that she was smiling. She wrapped her hand around his swelling shaft and stroked it gently through the flannel.

  “Oh, Holy God! Stop that.” He didn't sound—even to himself—like he really wanted her to stop very badly.

  “Shhhhh!” Randa kissed his cheek softly, his manhood jerked in her fist when her lips touched his face. “I’m just trying to pay you back a little for being so sweet to me.”

  “But…but you don’t have to do that, Miranda!” he assured her. “I never expected…I never wanted to take advantage of…”

  She shut him up by kissing him, her lips soft and moist and so lovely that he thought for a moment that he might lose it right there. Her little tongue slipped into his mouth, and he knew at that precise instant that he was as good as lost.

  She’s so young and gorgeous and sensuous. Liam moaned helplessly into her sweet, succulent mouth. Oh, dear God help me, but she’s like Sex personified!

  “Miranda, you don’t have to…” he panted when she finally broke off the kiss.

  “I know.” She answered him, easing her thumbs down under the elastic of his pajama bottoms and tugging downward. “That’s why I want to. You’ve been so sweet to me…now just lie back and let me be sweet to you, you wonderful man.”

  She pulled his pants down to his knees and unbuttoned his pajama shirt as well. She trailed skillful fingers over his chest hair and down onto his pubic fur, her mouth coming down to replace the fingers. She kissed his puckered little man-nipples one at a time, running her naughty tongue over them. He gasped with pleasure, and she kissed her way slowly downward.

  “Oh, God! What a big one! I just love a man with a really big cock,” she whispered, running her tongue all over the head, drawing a long, shivering gasp from him. “And oh, baby, do you ever fill the bill!”

  Liam felt her lips close over the tip of his throbbing penis and it was all he could do to keep from screaming, if felt so marvelous. Miranda’s tongue and lips moved up and down in perfect a
ccord, doing things to his sensitive flesh that he had only dreamed about up until this very moment.

  He’d had women do this for him before, of course, but all of them amounted to unskilled labor when compared to Miranda--she was to fellatio what Picasso was to the common house painter!

  “Oh, Jeeeeeezus!” he sighed a moment later, after she really got going, her tongue doing absolutely magical things to him while her lips felt as if they couldn’t wait to feel his semen splash up into them!

  After another few moments of her expert mouthing, he was moving all over the place on the bed under her, gasping and panting. His hands found her long, gorgeous hair and entwined themselves in it, moving her head up and down, following her sensuous, sucking movements and urging her onward.

  “Oh, Miranda!” He shuddered after just a few moments more of her skillful loving. “Oh, Miranda…Randa…darling…I…Oh, Holy Fuck!”

  Her throat made tiny gulping sounds as she began to swallow what he was pumping into it. Liam’s breath froze in his lungs and the most exquisite sensation he could remember gripped him like a vise.

  Miranda moved her lips up and down, gently milking every drop out of him, licking softly, nearly bringing him to tears with the overpowering ecstasy of it. He went limp under her, trying to catch his breath.

  “So… did you like that, darling?”

  “Am I still alive? I could have sworn I’d died and gone to heaven.”

  She slithered her way up his body, dragging her perfect young breasts along his stomach until she was lying on top of him, her nipples pressing down into his chest fur. She smiled in the faint light from the clock and bent to kiss him again.

  “You’re not in heaven yet, babe,” she whispered, “but soon, I think.”

  He tasted his own spend on her wriggly tongue and found it to be not repellant, as he had thought it would be, but strangely erotic. She pulled her mouth off again and he caressed her cheek.

  Dear God! She’s so incredibly young and pretty!

  “You can’t mean that you expect me to…”

  “Oh, yeah!” She winked at him. “I’m not done with you yet. I still want to feel that big dick of yours inside me tonight, babe.”

  “But I…I’m not eighteen anymore, Miranda,” he protested.

  She kissed him again, hard, and rubbed her body against his. To his shock, he felt himself already stirring toward hardness once again.

  “Are you sure you’re not eighteen?” She grinned down at him when they stopped kissing.

  Chapter Three

  Miranda dug her cell phone out of her purse. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly four in the morning, shrugged, and hit the speed dialer with her thumb, calling Aaron.

  He’s probably asleep, but fuck him, she thought, smiling, enjoying the idea of waking him up. After all he did say to call when I was sure.

  “Randa?” his voice groggy as he came on the line.

  “I’m in,” she whispered, taking the phone into the small bathroom off her bedroom and closing the door, just to be sure she wouldn’t be overheard.

  “Are you sure?” Aaron demanded.

  “Pretty much,” Miranda replied, a saucy, smug look on her face. “I blew him and then fucked the dogshit out of him for thirty minutes or so. And now, he looks at me like I’m made out of spun gold or something, so…yeah! I’m sure. I’m in; trust me on that one, baby.”

  “Was it gross, fucking that old dude?” Aaron laughed.

  It was actually a lot nicer than fucking you, come to think of it. The professor has a dick like a bull compared to yours, Aaron, and he really knows how to use it too. I came like a fuckin’ banshee, like, three times. You never did anywhere near that good with your little six-incher.

  Aloud, however, she said sweetly, “It wasn’t awful, hon, but it wasn’t anything special, that’s for sure. He’s got a tiny dick, compared to you. And of course, his body’s not all buffed and hot, like yours is, baby.”

  She could practically see Aaron—who was dead sure that he was God’s gift to women—puffing his chest out with pride on the other end of the line.

  “Well, you can’t expect every guy to be a stud like me, babe. Now, down to business; how’s the layout? Is this guy holding, like we thought?”

  Miranda looked around the bedroom, at the nice furnishings, the thick carpet. She remembered the primo set of collector wheels out in the garage, and thought about the professor’s topcoat, made of pure, virgin cashmere—that had to have cost fifteen hundred bucks if had cost a dime! And a hundred dollar bottle of wine with dinner?

  “Yeah, this dude is loaded.”

  She waited a moment, while Aaron gloated over the rich score he hoped to make on this deal, and then said, “Listen, babe. I’m gonna’ need some time on this one, if we’re really gonna’ do it right.”

  “How much time?” he asked, his voice going suspicious in a heartbeat.

  “I don’t know,” she answered. “There’s a shitpot full of money here. Give me a little while to dig into this and see. The guy’s already all gaga over me; let me check him out real closely over the next week or two, get him all used to having me around so that I can really stick my nose in everywhere and see just how much money is here, okay?”

  “That’s an awful long time,” Aaron said. “Why not just give it a day or two and then, while the dude’s at work, we’ll back the truck up and grab what we can and split, like always?”

  What a low-rent, nickel and dime, unimaginative motherfucker you are! For the hundredth time in the last few months, she asked herself what a smart girl like her, with her skills and background as a con artist, was doing working a petty sex trap scam like this with an idiot like Aaron?

  “This could be big, babe. We could practically retire off this one score. This dude is bucks-up, I’m telling you. Why not give me a little time to see just how loaded and figure out how to get a lot of it for us, not just dribs and drabs?”

  Long moments ticked past. Finally, Aaron’s greed won out over his impatient nature and he said, “Okay, but keep me in the loop. Let me know what’s goin’ on, all right?”

  “Definitely,” Miranda answered, grinning happily at getting her own way. “I won’t make a move without letting you know about it first, okay?”

  “Yeah, okay. I’m sure gonna’ miss you, Randa, you hot bitch! I’m missing you already.”

  “Aw! How sweet,” she sighed theatrically into the phone. “I’m missin’ you too, babe, you know that, right? Bye!”

  She heard a dial tone. “Chump.” Miranda closed the phone, smiled triumphantly, and dropped it back into her purse.

  Opening the medicine cabinet, she grabbed the jar she’d seen before, when she’d given the place the onceover earlier. Humming under her breath, she went back to the master bedroom.

  “What took you so long?” Liam sat naked, the bedside lamp bathing the plush room in soft amber light.

  She hopped back into bed, still as naked as he was, and showed him the jar. He furrowed his brow.

  “Vaseline? What do we need that for?”

  She scooted near him and whispered, “When I really like a guy, and his big cock really turns me on, and he’s good with it… like you are, I like to take it up the ass for him sometimes, you know?”

  She unscrewed the cap and murmured, “How about you, big dick? Do you like sliding that monster of yours up a girl’s tight little backdoor every now and then?”

  Liam gulped. He stared at the jar of slick goop, then smiled.

  * * * *

  “D-Don’t do it too hard or too fast!” Miranda’s usually confident, teasing voice was tight. “It feels so fucking big back there, baby! Do me slow, please? Don’t hurt your little Randa with that huge thing, okay?"

  Liam sighed. Her ass was the tightest thing he’d ever been inside of and that included a brace of virgins he’d deflowered. He stroked the perfect skin on her taut ass moons, not moving, his large-bore penis as hard as could be and sunk all the way into h
er tiny anal opening.

  “I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, darling girl.”

  “Oh, I know! That’s why I let you do me back there…because you’re so sweet and gentle.”

  He began pumping slowly, moaning at how incredibly hot and tight and smooth and slippery she felt around his hardened flesh. He gasped as she fluttered her anal sheath around him, feeling as good as her mouth had earlier, as good as her waxed-smooth vagina had after that!

  Dear God, this girl is fantastic! One incredible opening after the other, each more thrilling that the last one!

  “Oh, Liam, it’s starting to feel so good in me!” She sighed, moving her trim hips up and back just a little faster. “Ummmmm! Play with my clitty, please, darling! Tickle my little button while you fuck me in the ass, babe!”

  “Yes, yes, I surely will!” He reached around and stroked her tiny pearl of flesh with his fingertip, his hips picking up speed as she gasped with pleasure, her anus sucking at his gliding manhood.

  Is there anything on earth better than this girl’s body? If there is, I have yet to encounter it!

  “Ohhhhhhhh! Liiiiiiaaaammmmm!” Randa's tight sleeve fluttered all around him. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard with that huge dick of yours! Oh, fuck me, darling! You’re going to make me come again, you devil!”

  As am I! Liam Donnelly rutted into her hard and deep now, feeling as if she was going to kill him with her lithe, sensuous young body, and not minding a bit! Oh, dear God, girl, so am I!

  * * * *

  “So, did you have a nice time last night?” she whispered.

  They cuddled together, facing one another in the middle of the big bed. She was smiling at him, caressing his cheek with her fingertips. She was so heart-breakingly pretty in the soft morning light that he didn’t care at that moment whether he lived a second longer or not—he knew that he’d experienced all of the joys this earth had to offer last night.

  “Did I have a nice time? That’s like the old saw about someone asking Mary: ‘Aside from that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?'”