Although Amy had said I would have more fun with Pip following the revelations, it did not work out that way. Her parents had decided Pip needed extra study time, so she stayed later at school, and they picked her up from there. As Miranda only occasionally needed Amy to look after her, there was no extra fun. I shouldn’t be so down about it, but Amy encouraged me, so it played into my thoughts, and to make matters worse, she had to go help out with her parents. I decided the only way to put it out of my mind was to throw myself into work.

From being told I could have as much fun with Pip and Miranda as they’d allow to having no sexual partners after nearly two weeks, I needed some relief. I even thought of going through my exes or hitting a bar. And then, one day, I got home and found Miranda standing outside.

Miranda’s long brown hair was worn loose; it almost shone, yet it highlighted her dark complexion, especially with the highlights that appeared at the ends. Based on how it looked, I presumed she had it done earlier in the week. She was in her hockey kit—well, in part, she was wearing the short blue and white tartan skirt—but she wore her normal school blouse and tie. It meant that as I walked from my car, I could enjoy her long, toned, and tanned legs. I walked slower to savour her, and by the way, she repositioned herself and drew attention to her thighs, she knew what I was doing and showed her appreciation.

I needed sexual release, and by how she had dressed and presented herself, she was not hiding her reason for being here. I didn’t believe there was a reason for the delay, but I still had to have some fun with her before we went inside.

“I was not expecting to see you for a while,” I told her. “is that cute or sexy you’re going for?.”

Miranda flashed a smile at me and did her best sexy pose; considering she was doing this in what was effectively a sexed-up version of her school uniform, I felt my cock strain against the pants.

“No matter; either way, it is working on me, honey.”

Miranda laughed, not a nervous one either, but an excited one. She got closer to me, and her arms went around my waist; she stood on her tiptoes, and I leaned down, and we kissed. I was so hungry for her that I pushed her against the door, one of her legs hooked around me, which meant my hard cock was pushing against the crotch. My left hand found its way beneath her right thigh to help keep her leg up and around me. Her legs were as toned and smooth as ever. I was so hot for this barely 16-year-old; it was simple, really: I adored her tall, slim, toned body. And with that thought, I fumbled for my keys to unlock the door. We slipped a little, trying to continue the kissing and closeness of our bodies, causing her to laugh and break contact; she caught hold of me, her head behind me now. The door was unlocked, and I pushed it open. I heard her take a sharp breath as if shocked and worried. But she backed into the house. As I shut the door and looked out, I thought I saw someone dodge behind the wall that marked the boundary of my house. I dismissed it, mainly because I felt a hand caressing my ass.

“I have been thinking of your hot-toned body often, little girl,” I told her. “Come here.”

I picked her up, her legs wrapped around me; I kissed her neck, cheeks and mouth as I walked her to the kitchen. I placed her on the countertop, without pre-amble, pulled down her panties, and her legs parted for me. Her pussy was as beautiful as I remembered it, her pubic her still trimmed and tidy, her lips slightly flushed and open, and already I could see she was damp.

“I’m not the only one ready for some fun today.”

“It is not as if I hid it”, she replied. “Eat me”, she pleaded.

I didn’t need to be told again. I licked and kissed each thigh first; you know by now I am obsessed with her legs and the feel of her toned body. I just had to run my tongue over that teenage skin and feel her athleticism. But the aroma from her young demanding pussy hit me soon enough, and my mouth devoured her. I kissed her pussy, and I mean, I kissed it; first, my lips were closed, and then I opened my mouth, and my tongue ran up and down her crack, always remembering to flick over her clit a few times before sucking on it. I did this until I heard her moans turn to rapid keens and cries. She didn’t hold back or try to stifle anything; she just let her feelings out, which had me spurred to give her more of the same. Even better was how wet she was, and although Miranda’s gorgeous body drives me mad with lust, pussy juice sets me on fire.