MILEAGE XII

Chapter 12
Explanation.



  SAM AND I sat on her bed, listening to music and cyphering spliffs. I didn't yet tell her about my morning and I guess Miranda hadn't either, because she didn't press me. She just accepted my company and weed.
  I ashed the spliff and dropped it in the tray.
  "Sam, I gotta tell you what happened, bro," I said suddenly.
  She leaned back and hit her blunt.
  "Oh man. Shoot," she agreed.
  I ran down the eavesdropping through my door, the discussion with my father, Miranda confirming the sex between Sam and Catherine and then the fight over some failed setup between Miranda and Catherine. I added the argument between Miranda and I at the end and let her take it all in.
  "So wait," Sam said, looking confused as she hit the blunt. "Your dad knows about me and Captain?"
  "Yeah," I answered. "But I don't think he feels any type of way towards you because of it, his beef is with Catherine."
  "But, nah, see Tiki, that's fucked all the way up. I don't want your father feeling a way towards me. I love him like he's my own father."
  Sam was obviously upset her spot was blown but I couldn't feel bad. She should've thought about that. She risked our relationship sleeping with Catherine's dumbass as well.
  "He's not upset at you, Sam. He's upset at Catherine. She cheated on him with a man and two women to his knowledge and he has a feeling on a third person. He's not worried abut you over here thinking with your strap like you always do. But, how about this shit you and Miranda tried to pull on Catherine?" I asked. I glanced at my phone and saw no text from Miranda. I hit her up with a message asking if she was okay and locked my phone.
  "Well, you know that I wanted to get revenge on Capt., right?"
  I nodded.
  "Well, I had Miranda start flirting with her and texting her shit. I wanted to show out Catherine's hoeness. I set it up to the point where her and Miranda would end up in a room together expecting to fuck, so I could record it all. Miranda would reject and play her, of course, and then I would show you and your father the footage. Catherine would get the boot, life would go on. But-"
  "But what?" I cut off, annoyed. What a stupid game. This shit isn't Maury, as much as it resembled it.
  "But when Miranda seen just how much Catherine was down for it, she got pissed off and quit the plan. And wanted to fight Catherine, which apparently, she did. Yo, she ohdee loves you and I just absolutely cannot with this shit."
  I sat taking Sam's words in. I glanced at my phone to see that Miranda still hadn't texted back. I wasn't the type to blow up phones and I was trying to figure out if I was mad at her or not so I put my phone down and let that situation rock.
  "My sister is an idiot, and she has this sassiness to her and she doesn't take shit. And that's something that I know you like, maybe love about her, shit, that's something that I love about her. She doesn't like people crossing her or people that she loves and when that happens she don't take it. She don't allow it. Yeah, she has some growing up to do but you knew that. So you can't be that mad."
  I let Sam say what she had to say and she had valid points that I could agree with. At the same time I was annoyed and found all of them childish. The turned my situation into some sort of game and it was serious. And on top of all the bullshit sat Catherine's hoe ass. She needed help. She obviously had a problem. She couldn't really love herself, especially when she kept fucking over everyone that loved her. I sat in silence for a couple seconds thinking everything over and smoking. I looked at my phone, no Miranda.
  "Well, she's not talking to me," I sighed.
  "Probably because she feels like you were caping for Cap. Which you were low key. Which I understand. You love Catherine at the end of the day despite her ways and you are falling for Randa, and you don't want anything to happen to anyone, but you have to understand that nigg*s gotta reap what they sow, including you and me. She'll get over this in due time and you gotta apologize, but you looking like you don't want to do that right now. Leave it alone until you're ready and you got your thoughts through." Sam slapped me on the shoulder and snatched the blunt out of my mouth, laughing.
  I chuckled but really absorbed her words. Sam was goofy as shit, and didn't love these hoes, but she had a good head on most of the time. We were partners for a reason. Best friends without the title. We definitely had a bromance and it was a strong one, one that a thot almost fucked up but never really could.


  I left Sam's crib with Miranda still not talking to me. I tried calling twice, texted her a "?" and left it alone, especially since I wasn't completely over the levels everyone around me was stooping to.
I sat to myself in my room watching Family Guy until I couldn't take it anymore and shut the TV off. Before I left Sam's house she showed me the messages between Catherine and Miranda. I was dumbfounded. How could Catherine be so stupid? She couldn't possibly believe Miranda. The messages from Miranda weren't even believable. I decided that I needed to sit down and talk to Catherine. Not bark at her, yell at her, make her feel inferior, but actually sit her down and have a discussion and try to understand what and how her mind worked. There was something wrong there.
  I called Catherine about three times back to back to back before she answered-- this situation was important enough for me to blow her phone up over.
  She sounded surprised but timidly agreed to come home and talk about things.
  Waiting for her, I got up and started neatening up. I really couldn't stand a mess, but when Miranda stormed out, she managed to clean the majority of the mess we had made.
  I was left with fluffing pillows, picking up lint and putting change away in my coin jar.
  Finally, she sauntered down the stairs, looking as though she was stressed out and tuckered out from working all day.
  "Tiki," she said, sitting on the couch.
  I took her in. I hadn't really checked her out since everything went down but she was naturally beautiful. Brown, curly hair against golden brown skin, a beautiful smile graced with dimples and a crazy body. Her thighs were smooth and golden and could make anyone drool and wish to be in between them. I almost caught myself but remembered who and where I was-- and who and what Catherine was.
  "You look pretty," I started off.
  She seemed to relax a little bit. "Thanks," she responded. "You look okay."
  "Just okay?" I licked my thumbs and ran them along my eyebrows. "Girl. This is more than just some okay," I joked.
  She laughed a little and it was beautiful to hear and see.
  "Okay, you're maybe a little more than okay," she said, still giggling.
  "You sure?" I asked her. Somewhere deep down I was dying to reach over and tickle her just so her laughter wouldn't end, but of course, I couldn't, and wouldn't, so I didn't.
  "Yeah, I'm sure," she answered, still flashing her beautiful smile. Then I felt it- that pain. It struck me hard in my heart and then I remembered what we were here for. She had been sharing that beautiful smile and more with too many people. She fucked us all over, literally.
  "So Catherine," I started, not quite sure of where to begin. "You know that I know now, about Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Auburn and Sam and Miranda. I just feel like, if you love me or loved me like you SAID you did, that you could at lease provide an explanation or something. Catherine, my father was good to you, but I was good to you, too. I gave you all of me, denied my intuition when it was telling me you was on some funny shit and still fucked with you.
  "And I was excited to see you every time I came to pick you up at the airport. I fucked you good, fed you, loved you, all of that shit. Like, can I have an explanation? What did I do wrong? Why all these people, Catherine? Why do you fuck all these people?" I felt almost out of breath after getting all of that off my chest. I looked at her with all of me and noticed that her eyes were wet. She looked down and started crying, heavily, so that her shoulders shook and you could tell she was crying from deep down inside.
  I watched her cry and wanted to console her but didn't. I let her let it all out-- it looked as though she hadn't done that in a while. I passed her tissue from off my table and she dabbed her eyes before blowing her nose. Her vulnerability made me want to take her in my arms and hold her until she was back to normal.
  She looked up at me with big wet puppy eyes. "Tiki, I'm so sorry. I am so sorry. You have to know that I never meant to hurt you or your father, at all. I love you and I love your father, too. In different ways. When I met your father, I met...

MILEAGE XI

Chapter 11
Bodies. -- 2


  "CATHERINE," I ATTEMPTED to look into her eyes but she looked through me. "Explain yourself. You look really bad right now."
  "Tiki," my father, said, straining again. "What is this?"
  Surprised, I looked away from Catherine and looked over at my father, who looked like he was on the verge of tears himself. "What?" I asked him.
  Just then my door slowly opened and Miranda slowly walked out, looking timid, which I've never really experienced seeing on her face. "Tiki?"
  "Are you leaving?" I asked, trying to convey the fact that I didn't want her to do that with my facial expression.
  "Oh no," she said, and the timidness was gone in a flash. "I, um, I'm sorry but I couldn't help but overhear some things Mr. Bates." She walked over to the counter and leaned on it beside him. "This isn't completely my business-"
  "No, it's not at all, really," my father said in the same stressful tone he had been carrying for the discussion, cutting her off.
  "But now it is, somewhat," Miranda continued, almost rude in her assertiveness. "Because now you're talking about my sister. And as a matter of fact, I've seen Cathy over here, over there a lot. A whole lot. And I've heard her--"
  "Miranda," I cut in, and I hated my tone as soon as it fell out of my mouth. I sounded like I was chastising a child. The age thing and the fact that Miranda was in high school hung in the background, peeking it's head out once in a while like a common cold in the winter. I couldn't help it, though. The last thing my father needed was Miranda rubbing in the fact that Sam had Catherine   multiple times, in multiple ways, making multiple noises.
  Miranda looked at me like she wanted to fight. I gave her a pouty face but she just turned back to my father. "You get my point," she finished.
  My father sat quietly absorbing the information he just received from Miranda. The back of my mind was buzzing- I knew Miranda and I were going to have our first argument fairly soon, but for now the major portion of my mind was on my father and what was going to happen next. I watched him put his face in his hands and sighed.
  Catherine just continued to sit quietly. She sniffled once, but her eyes, which were once fighting back a storm sat blank and dry on her face. Miranda folded her arms. The room's silence was uncomfortable.
  My father broke the still and got up from his stool. He slowly and quietly walked past the three of us and out the door. We stood silently as we heard the door slam behind him and finally the engine of his car turn on and pull off. It completely fell silent again and I just continued to stare at Catherine as Miranda's burning eyes sank into the side of my face.
  "So..." Miranda finally spoke up. "Cathy, honey, you not going to admit to anything?"
  Catherine's lip started trembling again and I almost lost my shit. How could she sit here and cry, feel sorry for herself after putting all of us through what she did?
  "Catherine, do you not care about anyone but yourself?" Miranda continued. She sounded livid, as though Catherine had cheated on her as well. The thought made me laugh until I realized with Catherine, anything was possible.
  "Wait a minute here," I interrupted with bewilderment. "What? Did something happen between the two-"
  "Oh HELL NO!" Miranda cut off. "Never will I do anything with that tainted ass nasty dirty pussy ass bitch." With every insult, Miranda took a step closer to Catherine and I felt shit about to turn ugly. To my surprise, Catherine didn't flinch. She just continued to sit staring out the kitchen window with her bottom lip trembling. "This dirty, stank pussy, want to sleep with everybody ass bitch. Tiki, this girl is a whore."
  I was so confused as to where all this anger Miranda had bursting out of her was coming from. She didn't know about the man doctor because she hadn't read the letter and me nor my father had said anything out loud about it. I didn't dare ask her, though, and although I felt slightly sorry for Catherine, I wasn't getting in between them just yet. "Am I missing something?" I asked.
  "I should have told you, but Sam was like, nah, she wanted to tell you." My face fell. What the fuck is going on?
   At this point Miranda was so close to Catherine that I'm sure she could smell and interpret her breath. "You're disgusting, Catherine. You really, REALLY thought I would play Tiki and sleep with you after you slept with my big SISTER? Bitch, I am the enemy. You are the hoe."
  This must have stuck a nerve with Catherine because in a flash I saw her do something I never expected her to do. She slapped Miranda square across her face. Miranda didn't blink, gasp-- nothing. She immediately pulled Catherine off the stool by her hair and proceeded to beat her ass. I rushed over and picked Miranda the Pitbull off of her, picking her up like she was a 24 pack of toilet paper. She fought my grasp, still trying to grab for Catherine but I held her tightly. Catherine stood up and adjusted her clothing and attempted to fix her hair. Her face was bright red. She looked stressed.
  "You still not gonna say anything, Catherine?" Miranda shouted. "Nothing at all?"
  I was not only only confused, I was disgusted. Although Catherine needed her ass beat several times in several different ways, although her muteness made me want to choke her for an entire Alaskan winter, Miranda was just too fine to be doing that stupid popping off shit and to me, it was a showcase of her immaturity. It brought me back to high school and that was a turn off.
  As Miranda annoyingly barked at Catherine, Catherine just stood there in that same annoying silence. Finally, she sauntered off. Miranda finally stopped bucking.
  "So," she said, almost snarling at me.
  "So, what the fuck is wrong with you!?" I asked her. "What the fuck is all that?"
  "Don't fucking scold me, Tiki. You're fucking me, I'm not your child, which you seemed to think earlier."
  "The fuck are you talking about? Don't try to flip side on this shit! Like what the fuck was that childish shit?"
  "Tiki, that bitch needs her ass beat. She did some really fucked up shit to you, and you're dead sitting here defending her, like she's not a nasty bitch, like she didn't cheat on you with an entire African village. And she SLAPPED me, did you miss that? She had no right putting her dirty little ass hoe hands on me. I can't believe you're really defending her." Just then Catherine sauntered back in.
  Miranda turned around and disappeared into my room where I could hear her fussing around. Minutes later, she reappeared, fully clothed. She shot me a dirty look, bumped Catherine with her shoulder and was out the door.
  Catherine and I just stood there, alone. Me in shock and her with her face still stuck on stupid. It was understandable why Miranda would want to beat her ass but I couldn't help but feel like it was wrong. Then again, I was still confused as to what happened with her, Sam and Miranda.
  "Catherine, you not gonna tell me shit, right?" I asked her. It was more like a statement. I already knew my answer. She just continued to stare off, and fed up, I went downstairs to assess my room.
To my surprise, Miranda cleaned my room, spread the new sheet on the bed and made it and put my dirty clothes and sheets away. I didn't have to whoop her ass for that, but I did have to whoop her ass for almost completely whooping Catherine. What Miranda said to me reverberated around my brain. I wasn't defending Catherine, exactly, was I? I just couldn't stand seeing her fucked up, and couldn't stand seeing Miranda fucking her up, despite her bringing that on to herself with that smack to the face. Then again, if anyone was that close to my face popping off, I know I would have straight up duffed them.
  I shook my head. I wasn't choosing sides here. Perhaps that was wrong of me, though. Maybe I should be picking a side and that was Miranda's side. Maybe I owed her an apology.
  I ran the shower until it got steamy and the air was tight and stuffy. I stood there for what felt like almost forever just letting the heat and hot water roll off my back and face. Finally I washed and scrubbed and rinsed off, getting dressed and towel drying my curls and pulling it in it's usual bun at the top of my head.
  I hit up Sam to let her know I was coming over and headed upstairs to get a bottle of water before getting in the car. Catherine was nowhere to be seen or heard.
  Once outside, I checked the mailbox out of curiosity. Surprisingly, there was a letter from the infamous Shakespeare in Love Dr. I took it out and stuffed it in the pocket of my sweats. I wasn't in the mood to read it now and honestly wasn't in the mood to read it ever. But Sam would be curious and Catherine didn't deserve to get this. Additionally, I still hadn't admitted to my father my sins, so taking this would also serve as a precaution just in case I was mentioned by name.

MILEAGE X

Chapter 10
Bodies -- 1


  THE LOOK on Catherine's face when she looked from me in my sport's bra and boxer briefs and messy bed hair to Miranda with equally as messy bed hair was slightly funny, briefly fulfilling and enjoyable even for a moment until a brief pang of guilt hit me somewhere inside. She looked upset but she was clearly trying to conceal it.
  My father on the other hand looked from me to Miranda and then blushing, quickly turned away, missing Catherine's reaction completely. All I could get out for the moment was a tiny:
  "Yeah, Pop?"
  "Get some clothes on, let's talk?" he asked, still looking at the wall.
  "Sure, Pops," I answered, slowly closing the door on him and Catherine's blank face.
  I could backhand Miranda. Twice now.
  Miranda quickly scuttled down the stairs to avoid me drop kicking her and I ran after her, almost tripping on the sheet that she let drag on the carpet behind her.
  "I'm going to kill you," I said to her through gritted teeth.
  She giggled and plopped back on the bed, still naked, letting the sheet slide down to the floor. I leaned over her and kissed her giggles away. She dead had me on full simp mode and although I could understand it and she deserved it, I wasn't ready to be ready for it. Miranda put her fingers in my hair and began massaging the thought away.
  "You're not killing anyone," she whispered lustfully.
  "Don't do that," I said to her, backing up and heading to my dresser. "Unfortunately, I have business to handle." I pouted at her.
  "Aw, poor thing," she replied, pouting back.
  "Yeah, I might be moving sooner than I thought. But either way," I slipped on a pair of basketball shorts, "I'm going to fuck you up."
  Miranda rolled her eyes and curled up into a ball on the bed. Pulling a wifebeater over my head, I walked over to my linen closet and threw a sheet at her. She happily wrapped herself up in it.
  "Be right back," I said, sadly, and headed upstairs.


  Catherine and my father sat in the kitchen, in an awkward silence that slapped me in the face when I entered. The silence actually almost physically turned me around and pushed me out the door but the look of absolute stress on my father's face kept me there. I slowly sauntered past Catherine and sat on the other side of him.
  "So... Father?" I asked, nervously. I definitely, definitely, should have smoked before enduring this weighted situation.
  He placed a small pile of letters on the counter in front of me and my stomach instantly dropped and my hands grew cold. I felt like I was at the starting line for a race at an important meet after having missed a week of practice smoking and drinking. Basically, I felt like I was walking into a set up for failure.
  "You should read this," he said, sounding more stressed than he looked. Guilt started dancing around inside of me because I knew how he felt- and I was part of the reason he felt like this.
  I took the stack of letters and unfolded the first one. My eyes instantly jumped to the date and I almost choked on my spit when it registered. Catherine was more fucked up a person than I thought.     The date on the letter was one before me and her even began our intense fling-- which apparently was meaningless-- well, obviously, was meaningless.
  My eyes scanned the letter, reading as a doctor, who apparently was male, expressed his feelings for Catherine as well as the guilt for having these feelings when he had a wife and kids and she had a fiance and a future stepdaughter. As if that wasn't enough, the good doctor signed the letter in sloppy but legible script: "Dr. Auburn".
  I wanted to vomit. I literally gagged. I put the letter down and stared bullets in to Catherine. Her face remained blank. I wanted to spit in it.
  "Catherine," I said. "Are you fucking-"
  "Keep reading," my father boomed. I almost looked around for James Earl Jones. His voice went from stressed and strained to angry and heavy. I wish I could figure out what he was thinking.
I picked up the next letter and read. More about Dr. Auburn-- the male-- and his undying love. The next letter was his sadness over her breaking it off because she had fallen in love with someone else. He questioned her sexual health, then her sexual orientation and asked who "this lover girl" was. I looked at the date on this letter-- our fling had freshly started.
  I didn't glare at Catherine after this letter because at least she tried to have some kind of couth about her even though she was still trifling. I halfway appreciated that, but I still wanted to throw her shit out on to the lawn and start up the sprinklers and then change the locks.
  I kept reading until I got the second to last letter. This letter was from someone I was already familiar with. Suddenly the female Catherine was in love with disappeared from matter. The doctor poured out her love and not once was there mention of my father. It seemed he disappeared when she went from Dr. Auburn the Male to me.
  The last letter was Dr. Auburn the Female talking shit about me for the most part. Although no name was mentioned, the perceived jealousy made it obvious (to me) that I was the topic.
  Again, I put the letter down and shot Catherine a glare of death. She refused to look at me. I slid the letters to my father in an irritated and disgusted silence. Perhaps this was the silence that smacked me and attempted to push me back out the door.
  "Well," my father rubbed his head, messing his hair up. His voice was back to stressed. "This isn't something I would've discussed with you normally, Tiki," he started. "But it looks like Catherine has been messing with a young female amongst others." He looked extremely hurt, like physically, as if someone ran over half of his body with a Denali. I felt absolutely terrible and didn't understand how Catherine could not feel just as terrible. "I caught a glimpse of Sam in Catherine's phone so I wanted to ask you if you knew anything about that. Catherine..." His voice trailed off and I felt terrible because I knew that my father felt deep down that the female being dragged in that letter was me, and that, on top of that, Sam had gotten some of Catherine, too.
  "Catherine..." I looked over to her as she stared blankly out the window across from us. She didn't turn to face me, didn't acknowledge me, didn't blink. She appeared completely spaced out, as if she were dealing with trauma. Fuck that. "CATHERINE," I said louder. She didn't move. I got up and walked around the island so that I was facing her. I banged on the counter top in front of her so hard my hands tingled. "Catherine, Catherine, fucking Catherine!" She stared me straight in my face, her eyes tearing up. Her bottom lip dramatically trembled as she fought back her tsunami. I wanted to hold her, roll my eyes, curse her out and tell her everything was going to be all good at the same time. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Catherine sniffled and a tear rolled out and down her cheek. "Catherine," I said gently. "We were best friends, you and my dad were best friends. Speak up."
  "Catherine is denying ever having done anything with Sam," my father interjected.
I was stuck. I couldn't squeal on Sam, but I couldn't lie to my father. I had done way more than enough damage. I couldn't admit to my father I knew about Sam and Catherine without snitching on myself. I had to snitch on myself at some point, however. I couldn't lie to him anymore. I couldn't stand to hurt him anymore, though. I had no idea what to do and the shit was actually currently blowing up and I had front seats.

MILEAGE IX

Chapter 9
Drink Up.


   I KISSED on her neck and massaged her cheeks as I led her to the bed. Once there, I stopped and pulled the dress slowly down to the floor and held her hand as she stepped out of it.
  I could sense that I was moving a little too slow for her, but I didn't care. The tease was bringing me satisfaction and bringing us both anticipation. I started kissing her again, dipping my tongue in and biting her bottom lip every once in a while. I kissed her chin, neck, her chest, dermal and kissed the dip that her boobs created, pushed together by her lacy black bra. I grabbed each breast and kissed what the bra exposed. Her head fell back and her chest heaved heavily- she was enjoying this.
  I let my hands fall to her arms as I moved down to her stomach, licking and then blowing around her belly button. She stepped from side to side in need, but I continued to ignore her, moving down to her thighs. I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head as I kissed and bit gently on her thighs. She reached out and grabbed my shoulders and then pulled the hair tie out of my head, massaging my scalp and grabbing my curl-nap combination once they were released. I slowly made my way back up to her neck, kissing every bit of exposed skin as I could on the way.
  When all the way up, I pulled my jacket off and picked her up and put her on the bed. I pulled each bra strap down and off and unhooked her bra before sliding her panties off.
  I heard her gasp and watched her grab her boobs as they heaved up and down. She was breathing heavily, almost as if she had just finished working out. I shoved her hands away and started massaging her breasts and then began kissing them all over before kissing, sucking and blowing on her hardened nipples. I wiggled my pants off and climbed in between her legs, stroking her inner thighs with my fingertips.
  She whimpered and wriggled her body, trying to manipulate her body so that my fingers would rub her clit, but she wasn't slick. I dodged every time, until I kissed my way back down to her thighs and kissed her clit lightly.
  She let out a moan and reached for my head but I sat back, unbuttoning my button-up slowly, to tease her. Once I peeled it off, I slipped my hand into my briefs and dipped my fingers into my dampness before slowly slipping it into her mouth.
  After sucking my taste off my fingertips, she licked her lips, moaned and looked up at me through hooded, lust filled eyes. I kissed her lips again quickly and dipped down between her legs and started stroking her with my lips and then my tongue. She almost came instantly- the teasing brought her to her brink- but just as she began to shake and moan louder I stopped and looked up at her with a goofy grin.
  Pissed, she began smacking me and slapping me.
  "Are you fucking serious!?" she exclaimed and I couldn't help but laugh.
  "I wasn't ready for all that shit, yet," I said calmly. I got up and went to the drawer I kept Combat in and stepped into the getup, then walked back over and crawled back over her, gazing down at her beautiful face. Her blue eyes looked back at me and I knew there was love in them. She sat up and put her lips on mine, surprising me with a kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close, kissing me like she needed the kiss to survive. I kissed her back the same way and slowly slid it in.
  Catching her by surprise, she gasped, moaned and shuddered before falling back on the bed and squeezing her eyes shut. I softly snickered and slid in and out, watching her reflections of ecstasy as I pumped.
  When she started scratching my back and moaning louder I started to lose my cool and get into it, stroking hard and deeper so I felt it against me as well. The scratches, moaning and sensation on my clit made my head spin and I let my eyes roll back and squeeze shut.
  "Oh my God, you're so sexy," she moaned, digging deeper into my back.
  I opened my eyes and caught her looking up at me. "Oh, you think so?" I asked in nearly a breathy whisper and watched as her eyes rolled back yet again.
  "Oh my God," she moaned again, and I felt her legs tensing up and the shuddering in her body began again- so I slowed my stroking until I slowly pulled out.
She glared at me, not even bothering to slap me around this time.
  "Tiki, what the fuck?" she said.
  "Sssh," I said. I turned her onto her stomach and raised her to all fours.
  I started at the back of her neck and worked down her back with kisses. I started with light, gentle, teasing kisses then added my tongue and little nips so that she shivered and twitched with enjoyment. When she couldn't take it anymore, she pushed back and rubbed her vagina against the dick, causing it to be slick and wet. This turned me on even more and instead of torturing us with more teasing, I slipped it in slowly, and started stroking in and out, speeding up until I was fucking her hard and fast. Her moans turned into Spanish curses as I hit it rough, reaching around to hold her titties and bringing her in closer so the dick went deeper. Her moans got louder and mine crept up to match hers. Feeling closer to my orgasm, I pulled her hair and scratched her back and finally came down and bit her on her shoulder as we both shivered and came at the same time.
  She plopped down on the bed, her hair forming a purple sky around her. I kissed her back all over in adoration and lay out beside her.
  "You tired?" I ask her, playing in her hair.
  She turned to face me. "Shut the fuck up, Teeks."
  "I'm serious," I asked, crawling back over her back. I dropped kisses on her back again and continued playing in her now damp hair.
  "Shut up, Tiki," she whined.
  I ran my fingers down her back and across her cheeks, which made her shiver. I watched her goosebumps rise as my fingers went from her cheeks to the backs of her thighs and finally to the slick wetness in between. She let out a light whimper. I slipped my finger inside and watched her bite her lip. I took it out and slipped two fingers in, then slowly took them out and slipped three fingers in. She let out a low moan and that only encouraged me to kiss her back again and slide my strap inside. She exhaled loudly and I wrapped her hair around my hand and pulled, exposing her neck. I started off slow and sensual and then increased speeds.
  "Miranda," I breathed out.
  "Yes, Tiki," she cried.
  "Miranda."
  "Tiki," she moaned.
  "Miranda, tell me when," I managed to get out as I worked her back. I let go of her hair and lay on top of her, still stroking her and enjoying her soft, plump ass grinding back against me with each stroke. She had my eyes rolling back yet again, and I knew I would not last much longer. As I slid in and out of her, I wrapped my arms around her tightly so she can feel it all. Her moans were getting louder and goosebumps began to rise again. I let my lips graze her neck and then her earlobe and then I nibbled on it slightly.
  The pressure from her ass on me, her loud moans and slips in and out of Spanish and the sweet smell of her skin had me in a whirlwind. I started stroking harder until I felt like my toes were about to go numb from the climax that was ready to take me under.
  "Miranda, I'm trying to h-"
  "I'm going to cum," she cut me off and began shaking- her declaration  was like a trigger for my own orgasm and I shuddered slightly as it consumed me completely. I fell limp on her back as she lay completely lacking energy beneath me, panting.
  "I love you," I said gently into her ear and kissed her earlobe.
  "I love you, too, pussy," she retorted and giggled softly.

  I woke up to voices coming from above my head in the kitchen. I turned over and my eyes fell upon Miranda, sleep like a baby, still naked, wrapped up and golden in my charcoal sheets. The voices didn't startle me, but being in a house so incredibly silent lately, the sounds were startling. I squinted my eyes and strained my ears- because I somehow felt that squinting would maximize my ability to hear- to hear what exactly was going on.
  Catherine: "Next week? That's so sudden! I can't believe- I have no time to prepare! How long is the mission?"
  Silence. Some sort of muffled voice that sounded like a walkie talkie- the phone may have been on speaker- responding in a chipper tone. Then a deeper voice: "Tell her you can't make it." My father.
  Catherine said something whiny and then audibly: "I can't do that, Manny."
I stopped squinting my eyes and relaxed my ears. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear this. My heartbeat began racing. He was about to find out about me, if he hadn't already found out. I lay completely still in bed, letting time continue around me. Miranda lay peacefully, in a curled up fetal position, completely out cold and oblivious to what was going on. I sat up and slowly slid out of the bed so as not to disturb her recuperative slumber.
  Curiosity and nerves hit me as I tiptoed up the stairs and silently pressed my ear near the crack of my door and doorway.
  "There's no way you're leaving here next week for almost a year. You just got here."
  Silence. I pictured Catherine pouting in my mind
  "There is no way. I'm sorry. Fuck that, Catherine. You just got back. Not to mention you've been acting crazy the whole time, like I did something to you. Like I hurt you. Did I hurt you Catherine?"
Hearing my father talk like this almost brought me to tears. Dad was a great, sweet, hard working man, he didn't deserve this, any of it. At all.
  I didn't hear Catherine say anything
  Then my father: "Catherine, I hurt you? Where have you been? And I don't mean physically. I'm looking you in your eyes right now and I can't... feel you. You're not even here right now."
  My heart beat heavier and faster.
  My father continued: "Who's in Brazil, Catherine? Who's Dr. Auburn?"
  My heart dropped. Everything got quiet.

  Miranda stirred and her eyes fluttered open. From the top of the stairs I watched her look for me in the spot that I had held her in all night with slight worry on her face. She looked around the room and grinned finally when she spotted me blatantly eavesdropping at the door. I put my finger to my lips and signaled for her to come up and eavesdrop with me.
  She tiptoed up the stairs wrapped in my sheet and sat Indian-style beside me and the door. I would have to curse her out for that shit later, for now I had to make sure that no Tiki bombs were getting dropped without me being the one to drop them.
  Catherine still hadn't said anything, but I heard footsteps growing closer to my door. My dad seemed to have sympathy, as was my assumption based on the long silence he allowed her to take. I wished that Sam was here for this, but I appreciated Melinda being here as well.
  Finally, after an eternity, my father asked: "What's going on in Brazil? What's going on with Dr. Auburn?"
  Miranda, who had been asleep throughout the initial bomb, nearly choked and tumbled down the stairs.
  My father's voice suddenly boomed. "Tiki!"
  I felt my body grow cold almost instantly. I couldn't move. I wanted to answer my father but not from directly behind the door. I would open it, but I wasn't ready to face whatever was going to come next. I was pussy.
  Miranda tugged one of the curls that hung down about my face like a messy mop and kissed me lightly on the cheek before opening my door.

MILEAGE VIII

Chapter 8
Date.


  MIRANDA WAS geeked about us going on a date. I decided to pull the sweetheart Prince Charming card and take her to Oceanside, a fancy restaurant we had far up in the countryside that sat on the water.
  I decided to be debonair and dress up a little bit, wearing liquid black pants that I rolled up to show off fancy black on black striped socks and a black button up that was striped sheer and solid. I closed off my look with a black jacket, rolling up the sleeves to my elbow to reveal the white underside. The fanciness ended with the white and black handkerchief in my pocket- giving up on my hair completely, I just pulled it up in the regular messy curly bun on the top of my head. I threw on a little eyeliner and called it a day. When I told Miranda I wanted to take her on a date to Oceanside, her squeal of approval dropped butterflies to my stomach and her babbling about what she was going to wear made me grow nerves. I had felt like this once upon a time about Catherine but not to this extent. The cloud of guilt clung overhead for the duration of our relationship, affecting the complete openness of my emotions, I suppose.
  I heard a rapping on the door upstairs followed by the doorbell and then my cell phone was buzzing a second later. I rolled my eyes at Miranda's annoying antics and laughed under my breath as I went upstairs to let her in.
  When I opened the door I almost did the cliche teen movie shit and gasped, but I caught myself and pulled her into me for a kiss instead. She had on a nice, tight, black dress, with some sort of criss-cross net design over her cleavage and straps and her hair was down and straightened, the lilac hair creating the perfect contrast. Her face was "beat"- her winged eyeliner made her piercing blue eyes pop out even more.
  After kissing her softly on the lips, I held her there, my hand sitting on the small of her back that the dress revealed. Her skin was warm and soft and caused my fingers to roam. I found myself stroking her back gently and taking in her girly flowery perfume and shampoo. I felt my eyes start to close and that's when I pulled away.
  Her eyes were closed, too. She had felt the trance and fell into it, too. I led her down the stairs into my lair and we sat side by side, dressed fancy, on my couch.
  The silent air around us said so much. There was definitely sexual tension in the air, but it was way more than that.
  I lit the first spliff and passed to Miranda, lit the second one and sat back to face it myself. We sat smoking in silence for a while, enjoying it.
  "You look cute," she said, smiling at me softly.
  "You fine," I answered.
  "But," she reached up and touched a curl that hung loose. "You couldn't finesse your way out of the Tiki bun, huh?"
  "I didn't have any one to braid or brush my shit for me." I took the hair tie out my hair, shook it loose, then snatched it back and tied it back up in the bun. "I guess it's just my signature, now."
  She smirked and I thought I saw a sparkle in her blue eyes.
  "Guess so."

  Dinner was great and laid back. With the bud holding our appetites at 100, we devoured our plates and sat polishing drink after drink. At first I was mindful of the fact that I was the designated driver, but the cherry Ciroc, Sprite, and grenadine mix sneaked up on me and I knew that an Uber would have to be called.
  We knocked drinks back, and when Miranda's hand started climbing up my thigh at the table and her silent giggles started turning into obnoxious laughter where her light purple hair flipped back and her mouth hung happily open, I decided shit was real and it was time to go.
  We exploded into my room kissing passionately, her lips and tongue and teeth all gently teasing mine. I left my hand wander down from her back to her ass which I squeezed. I inhaled her scent as we made our way slowly down the stairs, brought my hands up to her shoulders and tugged the fancy criss-cross netting down. I stopped kissing her and kissed the exposed skin- her shoulders, upper arm and then kissed and sucked her neck.
  Her scent was so captivating and enticing, I wanted to stay in the nook of her neck, kissing and sucking forever, but there were more things to be done...

MILEAGE VII

Edge



IT FELT GOOD to kick back with my best friend. I really missed her and I could tell she missed me, too. We talked shit, smoked, and attempted to devise a plan to tell my dad. Sam didn't understand why I wanted to ruin the relationship between my dad and I by telling him, but that was just it- because of our relationship I had to tell him. The guilt was enough for me.
Sam was more stuck on the idea of getting back at Catherine. I figured a confession to my father was enough to get Catherine's situation ruined, but that wasn't enough for Sam. She was furious at the fact that she was sucked into Catherine's nastiness and all that she could think about was the fact that her health could be in danger. She had heard crazy things about the women in Brazil and was paranoid as hell. She wanted to fuck her life up, I just wanted her out of mine.
I had a short list of studios and one bedroom apartments that I needed to check out- this saddened me but I know it was what had to be done.
I pulled open my drawers and hunted for something to throw on quickly to see the first place. Sam was on her way over to come check it out with me. Part of me wanted Miranda to come but the whole "in love" thing kind of bugged me out a bit- I couldn't be in love and taking her with me to check out apartments even if it was just solely for me. Sam and I could handle it on our own.
Unfortunately, my extremely rumbling stomach forced me to head up the stairs into the kitchen, putting me at risk of bumping into Catherine and/or my father. Catherine, however, had been avoiding me like the plague.
I settled for the usual bowl of cereal and plopped down at the island counter, struggling to stuff my mouth and finish as fast as I could.
My father sauntered in, looking half asleep in PJs and a wife beater. He pulled out a bowl and set himself up a bowl of cereal and plopped down beside me.
Besides my wild curly hair and obvious feminine features, I was essentially my father. Our resemblance was uncanny- there was no way he could have ever attempted to dispute that I was his. We sat there in silence, chomping. I didn't bother rushing anymore- at this point he was here, eating, and to rush up my bowl of cereal would be rude. After all, he didn't do anything to me, I did everything to him.
After what felt like hours of awkward, crunch filled air, he finally looked straight ahead through the window over the sink and said lowly: "Catherine been acting strange."
My heart started beating hard and my stomach made a funny noise. I wasn't ready yet. But at least if he found out, I wouldn't have to tell him myself. I stayed silent.
He continued. "Maybe I shouldn't talk to you about this shit but what the hell, Tiks. You already know. Shit, she's been quite to herself, withdrawn. One minute she's excited and happy, the next minute she's worried as hell. She's never very excited- just-" he suddenly stopped talking and I shoved a spoonful in my mouth. He swallowed and looked up out through the kitchen window again. It was all just so dramatic. I chewed extra hard so as to not laugh at my own stupid little joke.
My dad, not noticing anything continued again: "It's something about those emails- and the mail. She's always excited about the mail. At first I tried to ignore it but she wasn't even trying to be subtle anymore. I gotta see what those letters are about. I gotta find them."
I sat silently, stunned. My father was suspicious of the doctor. He was going to find those letters. My father was good at finding shit. Which brought on new worry- the damn doctor of love mentioned me in that one letter that I stumbled upon- what if she mentioned me in more? And then my dad finds them... I didn't want to think about it.
"Dad," I said, softly.
"Yeah?" he stopped, mid-crunch and turned to face me. "Sup, Tiki Tabo?"
"I'm, uh, looking at an apartment today."
"Oh yeah?" he asked, turning to look at me.
I shoveled the last spoon in my mouth and nodded.
"Hm," he said, and spooned another bunch of cereal. "I suppose you about that age to move out."
I felt something unfurling inside of me. Sadness?
"I suppose," I agreed and dropped my bowl in the sink. "I'll always be over here, though, so don't worry little man." I punched him gently in the arm and flashed him a smile over my shoulder, catching his in return as I headed for the door.

The apartment was nice and roomy, with one and a half baths and an island in the kitchen- something I had been spoiled with living in my own house. As I checked out the rooms and listened to Sam ramble about what bitch she would invite over to christen each of them, I found myself wondering what it would have been like if Catherine had agreed to move with me- what it would have been like if it were her and I looking for a place instead. The thoughts quickly vanished as I walked into the main bathroom and saw two sinks and a wide wall to wall mirror. It took me to thoughts of Miranda fixing her hair, leaning over the sink slightly. I saw her reapplying lipstick, quickly stroking on mascara, and then winking at me via the mirror as I stood behind her, ogling her beauty.
"And, shit, two bathrooms!? I'mma have Diasia across this shit-"
"Sam," I cut her off. "You're not having any bitch in my bathroom or bedroom." I rolled my eyes at her.
We checked out the master bedroom and the little room adjoined to it with a door, which looked like the perfect space for a small office. Of course picturing the small room as an office brought upon thoughts and images of Miranda on every surface. This was bad.

I sat in the driveway, planning. I didn't know how I was gonna do this one. I thought back to what my father had said to me in the kitchen and tried not to freak out. I had to either come right out and tell him, ruin our relationship and dip, or find some kind of way to get specific letters- that didn't mention me at all- to fall into his possession.
I tapped the staring wheel and shook my head at the level of manipulation I almost allowed myself to get to. I had to just find the right moment and come right out and tell him.
I got out the car and locked the door, walking slowly towards the house. Dread filled me and caused the house to appear as though it were looming over me. I paused at the mailbox, stared at it, rested my hand on it. I still couldn't believe all that's transpired. Since the day I was excited to pick up Catherine, Ruler of the Thots at the airport to now- us both being in love with different people. My feelings took on a full 180 and it was bittersweet- both a pain and a relief.
Feeling a little melodramatic, I walked slowly up to the house. I was leaving this house and now it was hitting me for real that I was leaving behind several memories- and my dad, alone. How could I fess up to something so fucked up and then dip off like a coward? But what was done was done. No matter how you looked at it, the situation was fucked up and trifling. I should have thought about the shit before I fucked around and fell in love with her.
I strolled down the stairs to the basement. The house was empty as usual, and I was grateful. After a great vacation and applying for a great apartment that I knew I was going to get, I didn't need Catherine ruining my barely good mood or my father testing my honesty and moral.
I sat down on my couch and decided to fiddle around with my business a little. All this drama had me slightly distracted, I couldn't lie, but nothing could keep me to the point that I didn't handle what I needed to. I looked through forums, online posts and reviews, emails, stocks, messages, notes, and everything I could possibly read and work on to keep me from the situation on the plate in front of me. I was so tired of thinking about it, being in it, I was ready for the shit to just end.
I worked until I grew an appetite. I slowly shut my laptop and sauntered over to where I kept my bud stash. I felt drained, tired, sluggish. I knew someone that would both have an appetite as well as wake me up- and now that I think of it, I don't think I've taken her on a date yet. I rolled up a couple spliffs and texted Miranda.
"Pull up ;)"

MILEAGE VI

Chapter 6
Dirty


   I FELL INTO the sheets and let the white puffs swallow me. I had a fascination with white puffy sheets. They strongly symbolized luxury for me. I rolled around a couple times, curls flying in and out my mouth, stopping at the sound of Miranda's giggles as she came out the bathroom, tying her robe.
   "This is really nice," she said, looking around. "To what do I owe this honor?"
   "Girl, bye," I said, jokingly.
   She chuckled and plopped down beside me. "Aye, did I tell you about Catherine?" She propped herself up on her elbow and looked me right in my face, attempting to read it.
   I kept my face straight, disgust just beneath the surface. Catherine was a legit hoe, scorned or not.
   "Nah, what about her?" I asked, nonchalantly.
   She rolled her eyes. "She's been at the house." She studied my face. "A LOT."
   I snorted. "Well, hm."
   "Like spending the night type shit. In Sam's room."
   I kept my blank expression. This must've been killing Miranda because she spat out what she had been suppressing all this time. "I think they're fucking, Tiki."
   I had already thought that was happening by now.
   "I'm not surprised, unfortunately," I said, shortly.
   "Tiki, Sam isn't speaking to me." Her face fell. Sam and Miranda were extremely close. I could see the hurt in her face.
   "I saw her a couple days ago," I confessed. "I saw her in the store. I went to go say what's up to her because I had been MIA and she had been MIA. I pull in and before I even get out of the car I see Thot-tain all in her phone and all over her. And then I called and watched her ignore my call. Like, ignore it like she'd been doing... and I didn't think too hard about it, I just got tight and decided to fall back from Sam because that shit is fake and clearly she needs time to get her life because she's gotta be going through something but-"
   "But nah," Miranda cut me off and snuggled up beside me. "Sam isn't like that, and you know it and I know it. Nigga only acts stupid and childish if she's hurt or betrayed."
   "Which Catherine would love," I added, starting to feel like one of the Scooby kids.
   "Exactly, Benson," Miranda joked, kissing me behind my ear.
   "She told Sam about us."
   "Probably," Miranda replied, sighing.
   "She's probably tight," I muttered.
   "Unlike your captain," Miranda snorted. "Them walls are LOOSE. Sam probably seen the marks you left behind from the last time you went mining in that cave."
   I started laughing. "I'm surprised Sam's pettiness didn't lead to a text message asking about those walls. But then again, I wasn't supposed to know."
   "So what now then? We have to get this resolved."
   "On the first day of my hotel room extravaganza? And ruin our honeymoon?" I pulled her on top of me and she squealed.
   "I suppose you're right," she said between giggles. "We can tell her tomorrow or next week." She slowly pulled off her robe and placed my hands on her breasts and kissed me on my forehead.

   A week of great sex and rides and pickups to high school, I found myself hating Catherine, missing my best friend and dreading conversations with my father. Bumping into him in communal areas such as the kitchen, hallways and entering and leaving the house had become awkward and slightly burdensome.
   I sat on the couch in my room, sifting Craigslist for studios or nice one-bedroom apartments. After telling him that me, some Doctor in Brazil and my best friend were all fucking his bitch I would have to leave.
   I suppose it was time to leave the nest, anyways. I was more than old enough, I had money and a business and if I lived on my own already like I was supposed to, I probably wouldn't have ended up sleeping with Catherine.
   The way I ended up with her seemed so surreal with everything that was currently happening between us.
   With my father always working, Catherine and I often found ourselves bonding on my couch downstairs in my room watching MTV and her favorite, Spongebob. When the song came on, she would stand out and belt the words like a child, yelling out "ay yi captain" as if she wrote the song and was proud of her creation.
   One day in my lair, she recited the song cheerfully, saluting at every captain, dropping onto the couch out of breath at the end.
   I laughed at her like I always did, but this time was different. It was some movie scene shit. Our eyes met and locked and Catherine leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. Not wanting the moment to end, I held her face and kissed her back feverishly, passionately. It felt like it had embodied all of my emotions and I was lightheaded, dizzy after. If I ever was confused on whether I was in love with her or not before then I knew at that point I was. After that kiss all I get out was "ay yi, Captain" in a breathy whisper. She giggled sweetly, planting kisses all throughout my face until we finally locked lips again.
    From that day on, the name Captain stuck to Catherine just the way she seemed to stick to me. We fucked day, night, went out on dates, and when things started getting real,  I sat her down and told her I had to tell my Dad and we had to move out.
   Catherine talked me out of it and I never brought it up again.
   Those days of picnics and TV dates seemed so long ago. I never would have thought that the disgust that I felt towards her today would be possible. I also didn't think she would fuck my best friend but out of all fairness, my father would have never thought she was sleeping with his daughter, almost her step daughter.
   Guilt stabbed me in the throat and I coughed. Time to put the laptop down and deal with a spliff or two. Or three.
   I began rolling up and in midroll my phone started going off. I almost dropped my weed on the table when I realized who was calling me and what kind of call it was- Sam was facetiming me.
   I propped the phone up and hit answer and commenced rolling.
   "So, you just sitting there rolling up a blunt?" she asked.
   "I mean," I wanted so badly to laugh and I could almost hear her holding back laughter in her voice but serious shit was at hand and it had to be settled and squared away. "I'm under enough stress, you know? Bitch problems, my best friend dipped off on me..."
   "Your best friend? You mean the one who's little sister you been fucking while you been fucking Ms. Light Thick and Curly?"
   "No, the one who's sister I fell in love with while Ms. Light Thot and Curly been fucking off with some doctor in Brazil."
   Sam's mouth dropped. "Oh, word? Wait, what!?"
   I nodded my head and lit up the spliff.
   "So wait, for one, LOVE, my nigga? Are you sure? Because that's my little fucking sister and that's my life. You're not about to play."
   "Nigga, this is me, not YOU. LOVE. You know me."
   "Which leads me to my next question, Tiki." Sam inhaled the spliff deeply before blowing the smoke into the camera and asking her question. "How long have you been fucking with Miranda to be in love with her bitch ass?"
   "Well," I hesitated to answer because this was the part I messed up at. I sat back and inhaled and blew smoke back at the camera. "I mean..."
   "The day you bumped into her at the mall and kept mentioning how much she'd grown?"
   I looked away. "Yeah."
   "Hm." Inhale, exhale. "So you actually love her."
   "Yeah, nigga," I said, slightly annoyed. "I don't dog bitches like you, bro. I was gonna sit here, lonely, while Catherine dogged me out if it wasn't for you. Which brings me to some questions of my own."
   "Nah, wait. 'Cause you said something about Catherine fucking off with some doctor in Brazil. And why didn't you tell me you liked my sister?"
   "Because that's your little sister, bro. And like I said, I had some questions of my own for you." Inhale, exhale, smoke hit the camera. "When and why-"
   "Listen," she interrupted. "Catherine is bad. We both know that. And I can't front like I'm not a fucked up person for smashing. But she came up to me all sad talking about you were playing her with Miranda, thotting around, hoarding naked pictures of her dumbass and fucking her in the car so she wouldn't know."
   I immediately started coughing. The bullshit she spoke made me choke on my smoke. As usual when one coughs during smoking the coughing commenced for about ten minutes, which caused Sam to die laughing and start choking herself.
   "Nigga," I said, wiping my eyes and clearing my throat, "so she wouldn't know?"
   "That's what she said, bro," Sam answered, chuckling. "Oh man," she shook her head, "now repeating it, that shit doesn't sound like you. You'd take a bitch to a hotel before you fuck them in a car."
   I got quiet, inhaled and choked.
   "Fuck you, Tiki. I know you had Miranda at the W. The cheap bitch brought the fucking robes back."
   Again I choked and coughed for what felt like another hour. "She kills me!" I got out between coughs.
   "Tiki," Sam's voice got serious and her brows furrowed. "Is Miranda in love with you?"
   "Oh, I don't know." I started blushing. "I haven't told her. She's a G, a tough one. I can't get all soft and cookie on her."
   "She's no G, she's a little bitch. And I think she might love you because she dropped oh boy for good for good. I overheard them talking in the living room a couple weeks ago and haven't seen or heard from him since."
   Again I fell silent. I packed the leftover of my stash in my grinder and twisted. "Hm."
   "Yep." Sam joined in on the weed grinding on her end. "Anyways, Catherine came up to me with that bullshit and of course I instantly wanted to fuck you up for fucking with Miranda on some petty bullshit. And because I felt like you were being petty, I decided to get petty, too. Which is out of my character and I'm embarrassed about it now. I stopped talking to Miranda's bitchass and started consoling Catherine through her heartbreak."
   "Consoling means fucking, right?" I interjected.
   Sam rolled her eyes and started tucking and rolling her spliff, a perfect way to not have to look at me anymore. "It didn't start off that way. I would just listen to her talk about how heartbroken she was. And then she wanted to cuddle, and then control my phone, and then give me head... that bitch is a pro at being conniving, son, I swear. She gave me mad good top like damn-"
   "Sam, I get it."
   "My bad. But she started making it a habit until I finally gave in and fucked her. Then she got open- or who knows, maybe she didn't, clearly this bitch is an actress- but like she fake got open and started the whole 'Oh, I always thought you was sexy, them blue eyes-'"
   "Nigga," I interrupted. "Catherine does not talk like that."
   "So you think I'm lying?" She finished rolling up and glared into the camera.
   I knew she wasn't lying. One thing about Sam and Miranda was the fact that they did not lie to people that they cared about. Sam was quick to lie to a hoe, but that was where she drew the line.
She cleared her throat and in a higher pitch with a slight Spanish accent imitated Catherine. "Oh, you know I always found you attractive, with those blue eyes, stunning. So stunning," and she fluttered her eyelashes.
   I laughed and lit my spliff. "She's such a thot, son."
   "She tried to turn me against you ohdee and then cuff me."
   "She succeeded, though."
   "Only for a minute. I called you, didn't I?"
   I inhaled quietly.
   "Son, who is she fucking off with?"
   "NIGGA!" I exclaimed. I broke down the discovery of the letter to the moment between Catherine and Miranda and then to my discovery of her and Catherine.
   Sam looked dazed. "I'm getting tested," she muttered.
   "You ate that?" I asked.
   "Nigga..." she didn't respond.
   I shook my head disapprovingly.
   "You?"
   "No," I answered boldly. "Fuck no."
   Sam looked embarrassed. "Damn, man. I heard shit about Brazil. Brazil is trifling."
   "Don't worry, bro," I said with empathy. "She's fucking with a doctor."
   "But she's a thot!" Sam exclaimed. "She's fucking with a doctor, you, me, your dad..." Her voice trailed off. "She gotta go."
   "Man.... my dad."
   The line got quiet as we just sat and smoked on facetime. Finally, Sam broke the silence stating that she was going to come ciphe and we hung up.

MILEAGE V

Chapter 5
Indeed


   "IT WAS ME," she said softly. "I''m leaving."
   I watched her step around Miranda and slowly walk up the steps. She was obviously hurt. I struggled between caring and not. I walked over towards my dresser and slid a drawer open, searching with my eyes for a pair of draws that suited my mood.
   "I'm going to get dressed," I muttered, still facing the dresser.
   Miranda walked over and wrapped her arms around me from behind. "You don't have to," she whispered into my ear, licking the remaining droplets of water that clung to my neck. She untied my towel and let it drop to the floor, seductively massaging my breasts and lightly stroking my nipples. I felt a tingle from my earlobe to my vagina but my head wasn't in it. I turned to face her and looked into her face, really analyzing it. She smiled and stepped back, then her face turned into a quizzical one.
   "What you staring at, weirdo?" she asked, a slight giggle undertone to her voice.
   "You," I responded softly.
   Plagued by beautiful women, I thought to myself. Miranda's light purple hair was up in a bun. She wore no make up other than some eyeliner and shiny shit on her lips. She wore a crop top with multiple random, yet stylish holes and cut off jean shorts, closing her casual oufit with Chucks, smooth, beautiful, tanned legs, thick thighs, and a flat stomach, a faint scar by her belly button where her bellyring once was. I wanted to lick all these places but I was still distracted. I opened my white T drawer and pulled out Dr. Auburn's letter. I threw it on the coffee table in front of Miranda and looked from her to the envelope. She stepped back, plopped on the couch and began to read it.
Her lips pursed, then frowned, then smiled and a snicker escaped. By the time she was done I had a bra and briefs on and she was staring into my eyes with sympathy radiating from hers.
   "Are you upset?" she asked, then quickly shook her head. "Stupid question," she added.
   "Nah, not stupid. But I'm okay," I answered, stepping into some basketball shorts.
   She hit the seat next to her in a motion for me to sit. I took up her offer and joined her on the couch. I took in her scent - some extra sweet flowery smell with a mixture of sweet smelling shampoo - and appreciated how mature and understand she was being about the whole situation. I felt myself being pulled towards her even more.
   "So," she said.
   "So," I answered.
   She rested her hand on my thigh and put her face in the soft curls behind my ear. She let her hand creep up my thigh then across my stomach, admiring it with her fingertips in soft strokes.
   "Mmm," she released in my ear before stroking the lobe with her tongue. Her hand found its way into my basketball shorts and started searching for moistness. Her tongue licked at my ear when she found it. Another "mm" escaped at that point and she teased with her fingers. I let myself get lost in her touch. I closed my eyes for a second with pleasure, and when I reopened them she was watching me with solid lust. She leaned in and kissed me, long and intense, nibbling my bottom lip as she ran her tongue across it. I felt myself getting warm and my hands reached around her and slid up and down her smooth bra-less back. No obstructions. I let my index finger stroke her spine as we made out with what felt like passion and something else special that I couldn't place my finger on. I didn't dwell on it. I tugged on the waist of her shorts so that she would take them off. Still kissing me intensely, she held my face with one hand, slipped the cut offs off with the other and straddled me.
   I reached around and grabbed her ass, each cheek in each hand and pulled her in closer. I felt the heat between her legs and they tightened around me, so that she was pressed against me.
   I admired the way her pussy struggled to be held in by her panties from the corner of my eye as we continued to kiss and tango tongues. She started grinding on me, slowly, and then she sped up. I felt myself getting turned on even more, pulling her closer, yet, and started moving her ass at a slower rhythm, pushing back. Moans escaped her lips and I caught them with mine, replying with heavy breathing and low moans. My thoughts were completely consumed with Miranda, her breathing, moaning, hair, skin, body, scent. She rested her head on my shoulder and sucked on it, still grinding, her moans climbing. Suddenly, she stopped and looked into my eyes. Her eyes read that she felt like something was happening and I gave her the same stare to acknowledge and let her know the feelings were mutual. As she pulled the hair tie out of my hair and kissed the side of my neck as she ran her fingers through my curls, I couldn't help the slight feeling of guilt that crossed my mind. I quickly pushed it to the back of my head and sat back on the sofa as Miranda slid off my shorts and then pulled off my briefs. She kissed everywhere- my lower stomach, bikini area, thighs before sucking my lower lips and massaging my clit with her tongue. When I was wet enough for her she climbed back over me and began to grind again. My eyes instantly rolled to the back of my head in pleasure and her head immediately crashed back down on to my shoulder, which she used to stifle her moans by biting down on it. Her bite got deep as her riding sped up. I felt her tighten up and then she started pulling my curls and whimpering softly, then louder and louder. I held on for as long as I could but resisting was hard. As we grinded, I pulled her head back by her hair which freed her mouth as well as her moans, which in turn released our simultaneous orgasm. It felt as though all of my body exploded and then imploded, melted into hers and hers melted into mine. She was still shaking when it was over, curled up into a tiny ball in my lap. Her eyes were closed tightly, and I sensed the vulnerability.
   Miranda was always so bold, blunt and tough. To see her like this - FEEL her like this, was something new. After all the head, the dick, everything - she had never been in the state I saw in her now.
   The corniest question came to mind: Did we just make love?
   Right after: Is Catherine here? Did she hear?
   My eyes fell to the letter on the coffee table and I didn't care so much anymore.
Miranda looked up at me, spotting my gaze and turned my face towards hers. She kissed me softly, dare I say tenderly, and I caught myself admiring her baby hairs which, now drenched with sweat, stuck to her head as if she freshly gelled them down.
   "Let's get in the shower, stankass," she said softly.

   I read the letter several more times. I was disgusted but now my dad consumed most of my thoughts. I wanted him to know but I couldn't tell him. Because, as fucked up as Catherine was, I was twice as.
   I attempted to shake the thoughts out but I couldn't. I had to tell him. I had to build up the strength.
I did think that getting out the house for a while wasn't a bad idea. The annoying pressure of having Catherine drop in on me at anytime and the awkward moments with my father which have now only been made more awkward could all be avoided with a getaway.
   Tired of the dim lighting in the basement, I fixed a bowl of cereal and camped out in the den, American Horror Story playing in the background, laptop on my lap, surfing hotels and simultaneously checking my email and other business matters. My father was at work, his other home, and Catherine was out with her missionary people, most likely sharing experiences of her most recent trip and setting up and finalizing details for her next one. I rolled my eyes and pulled up the W hotel. Miranda would love being laid up with me in there, I thought to myself, a small smirk spreading across my face. I thought of all the things we could do in there - the pool, the robes, the sheets and bright white light filling up the hotel room.
   I felt like something weird was happening here. This hotel get away was for me to get away from everyone and sort out my thoughts and feelings, not a honeymoon getaway for me and my replacement chick in high school.
   I clicked on reserve and went over my itinerary, then reached for my phone to immediately tell Miranda the good news. Feeling cheerful, I decided to hit Sam up as well. It's been a minute since I chilled with my best friend.
   Two phone calls sent straight to voicemail - unlikely. Even when Sam was on the clock, she'd answer for me. She practically owned the shop - she ran it.
   Slightly worried, I decided to hop in the car and pay her a visit, even brief her on what I had discovered about Captain. I rolled my eyes at the response I could already hear from her. "Didn't I tell you that bitch was sus? She was looking all extra Brazilian thick from that extra Brazilian dick!" Sam was wild.
   I found a spot directly in front her store and pulled in. Peeping in the window from my car I was only semi-surprised by what I saw. Catherine flirtatiously standing behind Sam by the register, playing on her phone while Sam talked to her and rang a customer up. I wanted to know what Sam was saying to her and by the coy smile on her face it wasn't anything bad. I watched Catherine slide Sam's phone into her pocket and kiss her on the cheek. Sam turned to her and gave her a nervous smile before handing the customer her bagged items. I picked up my phone and dialed Sam one more time and watched as she reached into her back pocket for her phone and hesitate on the decision of whether to answer or not. That was all I needed to see. I started the car and slowly reversed out of the spot as her voicemail came on, urging me to leave a message at the beep.
   Everyone is not your homeboy.

MILEAGE IV

Chapter 4
The Letter


   I COULDN'T QUITE absorb all the words my eyes had scanned and my lips had mouthed. The doctor had scrawled her feelings out on paper in the usual prescription paper chicken scratch doctors usually possessed. I rubbed my eyes and read the letter's introduction again: "To my love, that sunrise that greeted me every morning, I long for you in your absence. Leaving each other seems only to get harder, not easier as one would guess something so routine would become. Your lips are still on mine- I feel them lingering every morning and teasing every night before I drift to sleep." That shit was just beautiful.
   I folded the paper back up and put it directly across from me on the coffee table. That letter was sickeningly romantic. Captain had the doctor sprung- but it wasn't just one sided. This letter only came as a subtle surprise. I leaned back in my seat and stared at the letter that confirmed my suspicions. I had questions but I knew I wouldn't get any answers. Not from Catherine, anyways. The letter answered questions but in a way created even more mystery.
   My body was unsure of what emotion to take on. It darted somewhere between shock, anger and hurt- and even a little embarrassment. I had already known this all along. I had felt and suspected it, noticed that extra glow and excitement. It was similar to the same glow she had when we discovered what we had. That in itself was a slap in the face. The shit that we shared was no longer special- she was going through the motions with someone else.
   My mind started attempting to piece things together, but the puzzle was already complete. Those days without a phone call or text or email were all days that she probably allowed all her time to be sucked up by Dr. Cupid. The doctor probably swept her off her feet with her education, doctorates, selflessness and flowery Shakespearean language.
   I chuckled to myself at this, almost a disgusted scoff, and picked the letter off the table once more. My eyes fluttered to an excerpt: "Remember playing beneath the waterfalls?" That bitch. "My favorite day ever. I've never seen the children so happy- I've never seen myself so happy. Secretly clutching your waist, stealing kisses between your belly button and the top of your bikini when the children flocked and crowded around a baby turtle in awe" and then skipped over to, "This Tiki- I wonder how you are dealing with her at this time. Lying with her holding you, yet I am all you can think about-" I wanted to throw up a little at this. I didn't know what was compelling me to read this garbage. Dr. Cupid knew all about me, and I knew not one damn thing about her- except now she was fucking the woman I had held so dearly to me.
   I sunk back into my seat once again. I didn't know what to do next, I just knew that despite my bullshit and stepping out and about with Miranda, I was hurt. I only got connected with Miranda with Catherine's distance, but still, I was hurt. I had been stabbed in my heart, in my gut and definitely in my back. I couldn't cry at bullshit like this. I couldn't even find the strength to hit up my best friend and tell her what I discovered. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just knew that it was over with.
   I slipped the letter back into the envelope and tucked it closed. I was attempting to stop myself from the self torture. Catherine had been fucking around with a female doctor on her trips away and then returning to us to be wined and dined and fucked.
   I felt myself become sick again. Us. Us as in my father and I. I already had to deal with playing nice because of her relationship with my father, her telling me that it was me she really wanted and our relationship mattered, me dealing with the guilt of taking something that my father cared so much about and the guilt of my own selfishness, her wanting it to "remain a secret to keep the household set up and relationships stable". I had been ready to move out of the house and in with her, but I also didn't want to leave my father alone. We were strangely dependent on each other despite our lack of communication and time spent together. Catherine turned this whole situation- the deceit, backstabbing, all that- into meaningless bullshit.
   I had to get the hell out of this room. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my texts, then my call log, then my contacts, but there was honestly no one I wanted to be around at the moment.
   I turned on the TV and flipped for something to distract me. I finally landed on Family Guy and decided to search my stash for a fat spliff. Maybe I just needed to laugh and go to sleep.

   I woke up in the same spot. I looked at my phone- Miranda, Sam, Catherine, all called. I called Miranda over and freshened up in the shower.
   Walking out the bathroom, I heard the sound of the TV flipping channels and turned the corner to see Catherine on the couch, surfing.
   "What's up, Tiki?" she asked, dryly.
   "Um, nothing," I responded in the same tone.
   "What's going on with us?" she asked, her voice revealing a sense of desperation.
   "What's going on with us?" I responded nonchalantly. "I have no beef, Captain. We've both just been busy."
   "I haven't been busy, Tik, I've been clawing for your attention. I have had to basically beg you to fuck me. We've spent no time together."
   "You want to spend time with me?"
   "Yes, Tiki, of course. Why are you acting so fucking weird? It's like I'm gone this trip and when I come back, you're on some twilight zone type shit. Fucking with little kids and not with me. ME."  
   Catherine's voice was climbing and getting shrill. She was saying all this shit like she cared. I wanted to present her with an Oscar and then throw it at her face.
   "Fucking with little kids," I repeated slowly.
   As if on cue, Miranda slowly came down the steps. She looked from me to Catherine with a confused look on her face that said "Should I leave?"
   "Exactly," Catherine spat out with a snort.
   "So... you answered the phone and hung up," Miranda said matter-of-factly, rolling her eyes.
   "Well, as you can see, I wasn't near my phone." I tugged out the towel wrapped around me and shook my wet curls. "I'm just getting out the shower."
   "Sooo...." Miranda and I both turned and looked at Catherine, whose eyes had now become glossy.

MILEAGE III

Chapter 3
Intuition. 



  WHEN I WAS all the way ready in my boxers and harness, I strolled over to her, threw a condom on to her torso and climbed over her. "Put that on with your mouth," I said and bit my lip.
  "What?" she asked, sitting up and looking at the strap, which was now directly in her face.
  "Put it on with your mouth," I repeated, and tussled her hair playfully.
  She looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes, blushed and put the condom in her mouth. She slowly took the strap into her mouth almost all the way to the base. I felt her gag a little, and when she pulled back, the condom was on. She blushed again and I lay her back down, gently turning her onto her stomach.
  I kissed the back of her neck, down her spine, shoulder blades, down to the small of her back. I kissed each cheek, biting them softly, then the backs of her legs and behind her knees. Then I slowly raised her back up so that she was on all fours, and kissed the center of her back as I reached around and massaged her breasts. She shivered and dipped, creating an arch.
  I exhaled slowly with pleasure and slowly put it in. She let out a pleasurable sigh, her back arching more the deeper I went. I wrapped some of her purple hair around my hand and pulled her head back, nibbling on her jawline and neck. When her eyes rolled to the back of her head, I slowly started thrusting in and out, letting go of her hair and grabbing and smacking her ass as I sped up. She began to moan in Spanish (or tongue) again and that only made me go harder, rougher, faster. She let out a cry and fell limp onto the bed on her stomach.


  Another session and a pearled spliff later, Miranda and I sat fully dressed on the couch in my room watching Adventure Time. Footsteps by my door at the top of the stairs distracted me and carried my vision to Captain, who skipped down the stairs smiling, a flower in her hair.
  Miranda coughed.
  "Look what Manny got me," she exclaimed, pulling the rose from her hair. She stopped and looked at Miranda who had ceased coughing and now looked up at her smiling.
  "That's a nice flower," Miranda said as if Captain were a little kid excited about a new toy.
  "Oh, that's why you look so familiar! Sammy number two! My, how you've grown," Captain said in the same condescending tone. "You're a big girl now, huh?"
  Miranda chuckled. "You'd be surpr-"
  I chimed in quickly to cut her off- "Where you and my dad go, Cap?"
  "We'll talk," she said shortly and then retreated back to the steps. I looked around and assessed the situation. The bed was made, my room smelled like clean laundry, pot and incense, Miranda sat comfortably next to me watching TV, the lights were on and a bowl of potato chips adorned the coffee table in front of us. It was a friendly, non-sexual environment, but a woman's intuition is always right or something like that, right? I thought back to my observations of Captain's behavior since she returned.
  This wasn't supposed to happen like this, though.
  Miranda snapped in my face. "I'm gonna head home," she said softly. I wanted to kiss her, but paranoid that Catherine may or may not have been waiting by the door stopped me. She kissed my cheek and disappeared up the stairs.
  Ten minutes later a text from Miranda- "You good?"
  "Of course." I responded.
  "I understand, lol." she texted back, and I appreciated it, a lot.


  The next morning, I trotted upstairs to fix a quick breakfast and was greeted by a singing, cheerful Catherine. I grimaced at the thought of her and my father, sleeping together, cuddling, fucking maybe. But singing afterwards after he had already left for work was new, along with that glow. My suspicions returned and I almost was completely turned off. She was so beautiful, all natural in shorts and a T shirt, pleasantly humming around the kitchen.
  "Good morning," she sang, but the singing wasn't for me.
  "Morning," I greeted, setting up a bowl of cereal. "Had a good night?"
  She rolled her eyes. "I got some good news," she answered, "and some more should be coming in today!" Her eyes twinkled.
  "Like what?" I asked, shoving a spoon of Cocoa Krispies in my mouth. She didn't even look at me with lust in her eyes anymore.
  "Oh, just some information on my next trip," she said, continuing to hum and dabble in spices.
  "Cheerful to leave?"
  She stopped humming and turned and stared me squarely in my eyes. "Bitter. Sweet," she said dryly.
I looked down at my bowl of cereal and slowly slurped the milk before sliding off my stool and heading down the stairs.


  Minutes later as I sat watching Ridiculousness on TV, Captain came down in her house getup and cuddled up next to me on the couch. She sat quietly through the show. It was kind of awkward, almost forced, but we sat, in our weakened cuddle through two episodes.
  As the credits flashed across the bottom of the screen, I checked the time on my phone and decided to jog up the stairs, headed to the fridge, raiding it for a drink.
  A second later, Captain slid her arms around me, hugging me from the back, and kissed my cheek, sliding what felt like my phone into my pocket. She stepped back and headed around the corner and up the stairs. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at it. Still unlocked, I had a new text message.
  Miranda: Bighead!
  Intuition.
  A moment later, I heard the front door close.


  I didn't want to leave the house for some reason but I felt the urge to shoot around, so I hit the court for a couple hours. Pulling back into the driveway, the house appeared undisturbed. I strolled over to the mailbox and checked it quickly- it wasn't empty. I sifted through the envelopes; bill, bill, bill, notice, junk, letter for Catherine. An odd sensation came over me. I read the name of who it was from: Dr. Auburn. I had seen this name before, but I was curious about it now, this letter, this Dr. Auburn. Was this her good news? I eyed the envelope for another second before slipping it in my pocket. I dropped the rest of the mail on the table beside the front door before disappearing into my cave.

MILEAGE II

Chapter 2
Part Some More.

  IT TOOK ME SOME time to realize they were mine. She was so fucking sexy, and I was in love. I could only bite my lip and smile semi-dryly as she walked around the couch and sat beside me. She put a hand on my propped up knee and looked from me to the blank TV.
  “Fuck me,” she said, almost a whisper.
  Her curls were down, she smelled like vanilla and baby powder and her eyes were twinkling again. I put my hand in her boxers and felt how wet she was. She straddled me, put my big hair in a ponytail using the hair-tie on her wrist and started sucking on my neck, hitting all my spots with her full, pink lips.
  She took my hand and put it back in her boxers. I took it out and reached up her shirt instead, caressing her breasts. She took her shirt off, put my hand back in her boxers.
  “Oh?” I said, eyebrow raised.
  “Fuck me,” she repeated; this time it was just a breath.
  So I gave her what she wanted. I sucked her titties and fucked her, letting her ride my fingers until she squeezed them with her muscles, came, shuddered, fell into my shoulder, and then continued until she did it all over again.
  “Now go,” I said.
  She looked baffled. Wide-eyed, she got off of my lap, adjusted her boxers and sauntered up the stairs.

  “So now you wanna act all crazy because Cat is back,” Miranda texted, followed by about 7 cat emojis.
  “LOL,” I replied, “def not acting crazy.”
  “Better not be," she sent back along with a smirk emoji. I sent her one blowing a kiss and we went back and forth like that for a while and then I deleted the thread, smiling to myself. I didn’t think I was wrong for crushing on Miranda. I didn’t think I was all that wrong for going on and pursuing it, either. We were completely honest with each other concerning our situations- we were both seeing someone that we weren’t supposed to be seeing- and although we weren’t entirely exclusive to those that we were seeing, we also weren’t supposed to be seeing each other.
  Before I locked my phone, Miranda shot me another text. “Come pick me up after school?”
  I stared at my phone blankly, annoyed that I had my read receipt on and I now had no choice but to respond. I did want to see her; I actually missed her, but when she used phrases such as “after school” it reminded me of all the reasons why we weren’t supposed to be seeing each other. I must have been taking too long to respond because Miranda hit me again with a picture.
  She was laying on her back on her bed with a black sheer bra on, her piercing blue eyes looking seductively into the camera, her curly hair (that she recently dyed an extra light, frosty lilac color) lay spread out around her face.
  She was fucking bad.
  I sent her a smirking emoji and let her know I would be picking her up after school by the gym.
  I sat back on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. Catherine and my father had gone out somewhere nice and gay probably and were more than likely going to be gone all day since he hadn’t seen her in about half a year. This was fine. I could chill and clean all day, manage my website and have privacy without worrying about Captain bursting in when I pick up Miranda and thrash her around the room.
  Miranda didn’t look her age and that made it easy to forget her age every time I saw her. I just always remembered that she was younger than me and her sister, Sammy.
  Sammy was busy at a jewelry kiosk in the middle of the mall the day I decided I was going to fuck her little sister. Catherine had been gone for about two months and I found myself missing her. Usually on her trips away she wrote emails, called and texted when she could but her previous trip started her with a habit of neglecting. Whereas last trip she communicated with me few and far between, after the first week of this trip she ceased communicating with me altogether. After consulting the gods and Sammy, I decided to distract myself with other girls. I had met a couple, slept with a few, and even dared myself to entertain an “AG”, which was a complete fail. Sammy dragged me to the mall to meet some more girls and to get herself some jewelry.
  As Sammy explored the jewelry kiosk, I decided to check out Gamestop. I was checking out a 2K game when I felt an assertive tap on my shoulder. I turned around and was only slightly startled to be looking down at Miranda.
  She had her hair platinum blond with her black roots peeking- up in a bun so that her whole face was exposed. Those blue eyes that she shared with her sister looked up into mine. I struggled to share her gaze but I couldn’t help but to take in her hair, face, cleavage, exposed stomach, hips, thighs.
  “You must see something you like,” she said smirking, something I’ve always found appealing from that first day. Her sassy, strong personality was appealing to me.
  “Maybe,” I answered, searching my pockets for my phone.   
  She reached around to my back pocket and pulled my phone out and held it out for me, that sexy smirk on her face again. Nails done, pink claws. “I’ll get your number from Sam,” she said, then glanced at the shelf behind me. “Maybe we can set up an NBA 2K game or something. But then again-“ she crossed her arms- “I’m not too into playing games.”
Was she bagging me? I couldn’t help but to chuckle to myself.
  “That's fine,” I retorted, picking up the latest game and taking my phone from her. “It’s all fun. You’ll love this game once you learn how to play it right.”
  She raised an eyebrow of approval, then looked back over her shoulder at the pack of less attractive girls approaching us. “Well, I’ll hit you up so we can play the game right,” she said before turning and joining them.
  I was almost speechless. I headed over to the kiosk, still watching Miranda and her friends walk away in all their torn leggings and red lipped glory. Her white bun made her stand out- that and her shapely figure.
  Miranda had grown up. Although I was around and had noticed the process slightly, it wasn’t until today’s interaction that I noticed her dripping sex appeal. I licked my lips at the thought.
  Sammy pointed at some spinner stud earrings. “I’m bout to get these, bitch! Bring ‘em back!” She laughed at her own joke.
  “By ya damn self, “ I responded.
  Miranda had texted me later on that night and we ended up talking, facetiming and eventually chilling over time. I told her all about Catherine and then she told me about her situation- she was casually dating some older guy who worked at the nearby college. Sammy hated him; I met him once before and didn’t quite form an opinion on him but thought that they would have ended by now.  She told me about her waning feelings for him and how he was trying out this new “controlling” thing that she despised and then about her attraction to women. “There isn’t a label on it,” she said, cuddled up under me one night, “I just like bitches and pussy. Sexuality is fluid, anyways.” When I gave her a look, she touched my cheek softly and said gently, “I’m not Cat, Teeks. Plus, we’re just having fun, right?”
  I smiled at her and blushed a little. I felt like she was G’ing me a little. But I liked it.

  Now I sat in my clean room in my clean house in front of my laptop, checking out the activity on my website. Traffic well, sales well, promotions well. It felt good to make money without having to do anything but send a couple emails, hold a couple conference calls, recode here and there, and schedule a couple meetings. Looking at my phone, I noticed the time approaching to scoop up Miranda. 
  I freshened up, threw on some basketball shorts, HUF socks, slippers and a fresh black tee out the pack and headed out to pick up Miranda and our meal.

  We barely made it down to my room before Miranda’s clothes were completely off. We kissed our way slowly down the stairs, my hands cupping her fat ass as we made our way to my bed.
She bit my bottom lip and pulled my hair out of the bun it was in, all while I sucked gently on her top lip and pulled her hair out her hers. She had her frosty lilac hair straightened and it fell down her naked back, teasing her smooth skin. I moved her hair back over her shoulders and cupped her titties so I could suck on them both at the same time.
  At this her eyes rolled back and her head fell back, exposing her neck so that I could kiss and suck on it as I massaged her breasts. I slowly lay her back on my bed and began taking my kisses down from her neck to her chest, kissing her dermal, and then between and under her breasts, then sucking on each one before kissing down her stomach. By the time I got to kissing her inner thighs, she was a step away from moaning- which ended up coming out boldly when I licked up all the wetness between her legs. I gently sucked on each lip before slipping my tongue inside, slowly moving it in and out and then side to side, up and down and in circles, speeding up and then slowing down so that I could tease her. Frustrated, she grabbed the back of my head, her fingers getting tangled in my thick net of curls, and pushed my face in it.
  This turned me on more. She let out a moan and I slipped my fingers in my boxers, felt around and showed her what she’d caused. When she seductively licked it off and moaned, I moaned too, and decided that I had to fuck the shit out of her. I gently sucked on her clit, keeping my tongue in circles, moving my head back and forth, until her breathing got heavier, faster, shorter and her moans grew louder and louder. She pushed my head in and started grinding on my tongue, moaning something in Spanish, or tongues, not sure, until she froze, shook and fell back limply on the bed, her hand still stuck in my hair. She shook her hand weakly.
  “Get it out!” she barely shouted, panting.
  My hair was a big ball of curls and naps. If it isn’t braided in two or under a hat of some kind, I usually keep it in a poofy ponytail or bun. I looked closely at my hair, noticing a tendril wrapped around the clasp of one of her many bracelets. I untangled it and headed for my closet where I kept Combat, my strap.
  “What are you doing?” Miranda asked, sounding lethargic.
  I had only strapped her down once throughout the whole time we’ve been dealing with each other.   “Nothing,” I answered back, slipping my legs into the harness.