Part 1- Typical bitches and titties

Most People hated working in a call center but not me. It was like high school and I knew everyone! I knew who was fucking, fighting, and even cheating. I met some of my best friends during that time. I would never meet anyone else like Miranda. She was new, loud, and sat in the cubicle directly in front of me. She was super friendly which automatically annoyed me. One morning I was starting work at 5am. I heard her tell the girl next to her she was still drunk and had just come straight from the mountain. That the was the moment I realized maybe we COULD be friends. 

I had live in my own apartment almost 2 years and decided to move back in with my mom until I could save some money for a car. I had convinced all my friends we would have a packing party at my place and id provide dinner and drinks. Something made me decided to invite Miranda. I hadn't really ever cared to look her direction so when I stood on my tip toes and peered over the cubicle I was in shock. Jesus she was hot. Hot didn't even describe it! She looked up with big brown eyes and smiled seductively. "Hey" she said with her overly friendly attitude and winked. Her boobs were gigantic, caramel brown, and propped up right out of the top of her shirt. She made my DDs feel tiny. That's the first time she made my pussy tingle. I told her about my plans for that night and that there would be an odd group of my friends over. She didn't need much detail before saying "I'm in!". This would be a pattern for the rest of our lives.

I opened the door and Heather yelled "Hey biiitch"! God she could be incredibly annoying. If she didn't worship me, have an amazing body, and smell like a strippers body spray I don't know how much I'd actually hang around her. I think like a guy but you'll figure that out. She went straight to the counter and set down Swedish Fish vodka and Sprite. Sounded like a hangover waiting to happen. The apartment was TINY and there were a couple people already there sitting on the couch. I took a seat on the floor and started to pack a box. That's when Miranda walked in. She was CURVY and shorter than I realized and I liked that. In the back of my mind I wondered why. 

 She walked in the room like she was everyone's best friend. I watched her bop her way to the kitchen introducing herself. I got up and followed her in as I felt that same shiver to my kitty. I asked if she wanted me to make her and drink and she said no. I'm not gonna lie I already had a buzz and I was a little disappointed. Somehow, in no time at all, I had already pictured stripping her out of her purple corset and sucking those immaculate breasts. Her nipples must be huge! She snapped me back to reality when she picked up a bottle of whiskey and said "I'll take a shot though". My kinda girl! It wasn't even good whiskey but we didn't care. We took a few shots and rejoined everyone in the living room. 

There was limited seating and I told Miranda to take the last spot on the couch. I sat back down on the floor with a great view of her profile. She had a round face, cute little nose, and the most beautiful light brown skin. I could lick her anywhere and I guarantee she would taste sweet. My perfect view was ruined when Heather plopped into my lap like a drunk sack of potatoes. Usually I would entertain her Bi curios ass but I wasn't in the mood and she sensed it. She curled up between my legs and put her hand on the back of my neck. She  noticed me glance at Miranda and I watched jealous lightning strike her eyes. She was always in competition. Not my kinda chick. I looked down and seen her adjusting her shirt low enough so I would look. She did have amazing tits and her nipples turned to solid glass when I sucked on them. Ugh. 

I managed to get Heather off my lap but she wasn't happy. She was gonna be a pouty little bitch and I knew what that meant. I followed her in the kitchen and tried to be nice enough she wouldn't cause a scene. I told her how good her ass looked in her yoga pants and she lit up. Bitches who were easy to figure out were never that fun for me. I leaned in and let her feel my breath on her neck. I could see goose bumps. I told her the party had gotten a little too loud and I was probably going to have people leave soon. That back fired. "Will you use the strap on me?" she said with her face lowered enough I couldn't tell if her smile was evil or sexy. I decided it was evil and rubbed my eyes. Jesus, for claiming to be so straight she sure ate a lot of pussy. She could tell I was frustrated. She literally stomped her foot, grabbed the rest of her bottle and marched out the door. At least she didn't yell. This time. 

As people were leaving I noticed Miranda was sticking around. She had on a purple corset that pushed her titties straight out of the top. It had cute little flowers and there was a zipper straight down the middle of the front. I don't know how many times that night I imagined laying on my back with her on top of me unzipping it. I couldn't figure out how so much boob could be showing with no nipple. "Hey" she said with her fake innocent smile. She had noticed me staring. "Shot?!" she asked and knew I'd say yes because it was already poured. We took a few more shots neither of us needed and sat on the couch. We talked awhile about favorites and things we liked to do. We both realized how much we loved music and I asked if she had ever been to a rave. She had not. I think that was the moment we started planning her first festival. 

It had been a couple weeks and we were inseparable. Since most females are jealous and competitive I usually hung out with mostly guys. Miranda was the best of both worlds she was incredibly sexy but also gave off an alpha vibe like myself. We would joke we were real men and could get things done ourselves but also went shopping and did girly stuff. One day we went to get coffee and mine was made wrong. I was disappointed but I hate asking for things to be corrected. It wasn't that bad I guess. She said "give it to me!" in a voice that almost startled me but I quickly handed it over. She went back through the drive through and the barista  seemed annoyed. I melted. Miranda didn't give a fuck. "This was made wrong." she said sternly and shoved the drink towards the window. The barista changed her attitude and fixed the coffee. Fast. Hmmm why did that just turn me on so much?! I thought as I felt a little rush of heat pulse straight down to my clit. Even though nothing had happened sexually between us, yet, in reality something about Miranda made me wanna be slightly... submissive? 10 years later, a ton of crazy adventures, and I still am. 

Part 2 coming soon - 38H's and a Pirate Rave