Day 2: Virginity
Andrea stood in front of the full-length mirror in Miranda's townhouse, her reflection staring back at her with wide, conflicted eyes. The events of the past few months had been a whirlwind—her breakup with Nate, the emotional upheaval, and now this. Her relationship with Miranda had started slowly, simmering under the surface until it finally boiled over into something neither of them could deny. But despite the intimacy they'd shared so far, there was one thing Andrea had held back from.
Her virginity.
It wasn't that Andrea had never wanted to have sex—far from it. She'd just always thought she would wait until she was married. It was a decision that made sense when she was with Nate, but now, standing in the warmth of Miranda's bedroom, the air thick with anticipation, Andrea felt differently. She didn't want to wait anymore. She didn't want to let her past decisions dictate her future.
And most importantly, she didn't want to deny what she felt for Miranda any longer.
The sound of soft footsteps echoed behind her, and Andrea turned to find Miranda standing in the doorway, watching her with a curious, unreadable expression. Dressed in a simple silk robe, Miranda looked as elegant and powerful as ever, her eyes gleaming with that familiar intensity that always sent a shiver down Andrea's spine.
"Is everything all right?" Miranda asked softly, her voice a low murmur as she stepped closer, her presence filling the room.
Andrea swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to find the right words. She had been with Miranda for a few months now, their connection deepening with every passing day, but they had never gone this far. Tonight, she wanted that to change.
"I'm fine," Andrea whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she turned to face Miranda fully. "I just… I've been thinking."
Miranda raised an eyebrow, her gaze softening as she closed the distance between them, her hand reaching out to gently cup Andrea's cheek. "About what, darling?"
Andrea's breath hitched, her body tingling with nerves and anticipation as she leaned into Miranda's touch. "About us," she admitted quietly. "And about… tonight."
Miranda's eyes darkened slightly, her thumb brushing lightly over Andrea's cheek as she searched her face. "Tell me what you're thinking, Andrea," she murmured, her voice low and filled with warmth. "I want to know."
Andrea hesitated for a moment, her heart racing as she tried to gather her thoughts. She had been waiting for this—waiting for the right time, the right person. And now, standing here with Miranda, she realized she didn't want to wait anymore.
"I don't want to wait anymore," Andrea whispered, her voice barely audible as she met Miranda's gaze. "I don't want to wait until I'm married. I want… I want to be with you."
Miranda's eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across her face before her expression softened into something warm and tender. "Are you sure?" she asked softly, her voice filled with gentle concern. "This is a big decision, Andrea."
Andrea nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she took Miranda's hand, guiding it to her chest, where her heart was pounding furiously beneath her ribs. "I've never been more sure of anything," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I want this, Miranda. I want you."
Miranda's gaze softened, her eyes filled with affection and understanding as she leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Andrea's lips. "I want you too," she murmured against Andrea's mouth, her voice low and filled with warmth. "But only if you're absolutely sure."
Andrea's heart swelled at the tenderness in Miranda's voice, the way she was giving her the space to make this decision for herself. But Andrea didn't need any more time to think. She knew what she wanted—what she had wanted for weeks now. And tonight, she was ready to take that step.
"I'm sure," Andrea whispered, her hands trembling as she reached for the tie of Miranda's robe, her fingers brushing lightly over the silk. "Please… make love to me."
Miranda's breath hitched, her gaze darkening with desire as she reached out, her hands gently cupping Andrea's face. "I'll be gentle," she promised softly, her voice filled with quiet reassurance as she kissed Andrea again, this time with more intent, more passion.
Andrea's body trembled as Miranda's lips moved against hers, the warmth of her touch sending shivers down her spine. She had never felt anything like this before—the intensity, the connection. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.
Miranda's hands moved slowly, carefully, as she undressed Andrea, her touch gentle and reverent as she slid the fabric of her clothes down her body. Andrea's breath came in shallow gasps, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood there, completely bare before Miranda for the first time.
"You're beautiful," Miranda whispered, her voice filled with awe as she ran her hands over Andrea's exposed skin, her touch soft and delicate. "So beautiful."
Andrea blushed, her body tingling with a mixture of nerves and excitement as Miranda's hands explored her, her touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. She had never been this vulnerable with anyone before, but with Miranda, it felt right. It felt perfect.
Miranda gently guided Andrea onto the bed, her movements slow and careful, as if she was handling something precious. She hovered above Andrea, her eyes filled with a mixture of affection and desire as she leaned down, pressing soft kisses to her neck, her collarbone, her chest.
Andrea's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation as Miranda's lips traveled lower, her touch setting every nerve in her body alight. She had never experienced anything like this before—this slow, deliberate build of pleasure, the way every kiss, every touch, sent a jolt of electricity through her.
Miranda's hands moved lower, her fingers trailing over Andrea's hips, her thighs, before finally settling between her legs. Andrea's breath came in short, shallow bursts as Miranda's fingers brushed lightly against her folds, the sensation both foreign and thrilling.
"Relax," Miranda whispered softly, her voice soothing as her fingers moved in slow, gentle circles over Andrea's clit. "I'm going to take care of you."
Andrea's breath hitched, her body trembling beneath Miranda's touch. She felt both nervous and excited, her heart pounding as she tried to relax into the moment. Miranda's voice was so calm, so sure, that it eased some of the tension in her, though the unfamiliarity of it all still had her body on edge.
Miranda pressed a soft kiss to Andrea's inner thigh, her lips warm against her skin as she moved lower, her breath hot against Andrea's folds. Andrea shuddered, her body responding to the closeness of Miranda's mouth, the anticipation almost too much to bear. She closed her eyes, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she waited for the sensation, unsure of how it would feel but desperate for it all the same.
When Miranda's tongue finally flicked out, pressing softly against her clit, Andrea gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily at the sudden jolt of sensation. It was so intense, so different from anything she'd ever felt before, and her entire body tensed in response. But Miranda's hands, gentle yet firm, held her steady, keeping her grounded as her tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes.
"Just breathe," Miranda murmured between kisses, her lips brushing lightly against Andrea's skin as she continued to work her with patient precision. "Let yourself feel it."
Andrea's breath came in short, shaky gasps as she forced herself to relax, her fingers gripping the sheets as Miranda's tongue moved in slow, rhythmic circles over her clit. The sensation was strange at first—too much, too intense—but soon, Andrea felt her body start to respond, the initial discomfort melting away as warmth spread through her.
Miranda's mouth worked with skill, her tongue flicking over Andrea's clit with just the right amount of pressure, teasing and coaxing pleasure from her in a way that made Andrea's head spin. It was overwhelming, but in the best way possible, and Andrea found herself letting go of the tension she'd been holding, her body softening under Miranda's touch.
As Miranda's tongue continued its steady rhythm, her hand slid lower, her fingers gently parting Andrea's folds. Andrea's breath caught in her throat, her body tensing again as she felt Miranda's finger press lightly against her entrance.
"Trust me," Miranda whispered, her voice low and soothing as she looked up at Andrea, her eyes filled with affection. "I'll be gentle."
Andrea nodded, her heart racing as she forced herself to relax, trusting Miranda completely. The sensation of Miranda's finger pressing against her entrance felt strange at first—different from what she expected—but the combination of her tongue working her clit and the warmth of Miranda's touch made her want more.
Slowly, Miranda pushed her finger inside, the intrusion making Andrea gasp. It was unfamiliar, a little uncomfortable, but not painful. Miranda moved slowly, her finger pressing in gently, giving Andrea time to adjust to the sensation.
"How does that feel?" Miranda asked softly, her voice filled with concern as she watched Andrea's face carefully, making sure she wasn't pushing her too far.
Andrea bit her lip, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to process the new sensation. "It feels… different," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "But good."
Miranda smiled, her hand still moving with slow precision as she began to gently thrust her finger in and out, the motion careful and deliberate. "Just let yourself relax," she murmured, her tongue resuming its rhythm against Andrea's clit. "It'll start to feel better soon."
Andrea moaned softly, her hips starting to move in time with Miranda's thrusts as the initial discomfort faded, replaced by a slow-building pleasure. Miranda's tongue flicked over her clit in perfect rhythm with the thrusts of her finger, sending waves of heat through Andrea's body that made her gasp and arch her back.
As Miranda's movements grew more insistent, Andrea felt the pleasure building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of Miranda's tongue, every thrust of her finger. The sensation was overwhelming, but in the most intoxicating way, and soon Andrea's body was trembling with need, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she chased the release building inside her.
"Miranda," Andrea gasped, her voice breathless as her hips rocked against Miranda's mouth, her fingers digging into the sheets as the pleasure grew more intense. "I'm… I'm so close…"
Miranda hummed softly in response, her tongue moving faster now, her finger thrusting deeper inside Andrea as she pushed her closer and closer to the edge. The combined sensations—the warmth of Miranda's tongue, the fullness of her finger inside her—drove Andrea wild, her body trembling with the force of her arousal.
"You're doing so well," Miranda murmured between strokes, her voice thick with desire as she pressed another soft kiss to Andrea's clit. "Let go, darling. I've got you."
Andrea's body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as the pleasure reached a fever pitch, the sensation so overwhelming she could barely think. And then, with one final thrust of Miranda's finger and a firm stroke of her tongue, Andrea's body shattered.
She cried out, her hips bucking wildly as her orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her with devastating force. Miranda's hand and mouth never left her, pushing her through the intensity of her release, drawing out every last tremor of her climax until Andrea was completely spent.
When it was finally over, Andrea collapsed against the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Miranda slowly withdrew her finger, her touch soft and tender as she moved up the bed to lie beside Andrea, her hand gently stroking her hair.
"You did beautifully," Miranda whispered, her voice filled with affection as she pressed a soft kiss to Andrea's forehead. "You're amazing."
Andrea smiled weakly, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm as she turned to face Miranda, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "For everything."
Miranda smiled softly, her eyes filled with warmth as she pulled Andrea into her arms, holding her close. "I'll always take care of you, darling," she murmured, her voice soft as she pressed another kiss to Andrea's lips. "Always."