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		Both Sides Now
	- A Sex And The City Story -
                 by Ann Douglas
                (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of
sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by
HBO.  This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of
fans and should be considered parody. No copyright infringement is
intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this
story.

	This story takes place during the 1st season episode
		 "Bay of Married Pigs"

				-=-=-=-

	Clad in a pair of sweatpants and her Harvard sweatshirt,
Miranda Hobbes stretched her muscles as she looked out on the
small park's baseball field.  Officially, participation in her law
firm's annual softball game was voluntary, but not a single lawyer
dared to miss it.  Not if they ever planned to make partner one
day.  It wasn't enough to be smart, talented and ambitious, you had
to be part of the social circle as well.

	The thirty-two year old redhead was determined to make
her way into that circle, no matter what it took.  She'd even gone
so far as to let another lawyer at the firm set her up on a blind
date for the game so as not to stand out as a loner at another
corporate function.  The only man she'd been seeing of late was
Skipper Johnson, a web site creator ten years her junior.  Their
mutual friend, Carrie Bradshaw had introduced the two of them,
but the relationship was based more on sex than anything else, at
least in Miranda's case.  Nice as Skipper was, both in the sack and
out of it, he wasn't the type to really fit in at the game.

	"Miranda, I was afraid you wouldn't come," Jeff said as he
spotted Miranda in front of the bleachers and walked over to her.

	"Alright,"  Miranda said with a sigh of resignation, "Let get
it over with."

	Jeff replied with a nod and motioned for Miranda to follow
him past the benches toward the third base line.  She quickly
spotted the figure that her co-worker was heading toward.  About
her height, with dark hair cut just as short as her own, her date
was also wearing sweats.

	"Miranda, this is Syd,"  Jeff said as he confirmed the
redhead's observation. "Syd, this is Miranda."

	With a warm smile, Syd reached out to shake Miranda's
hand.  A little stunned, Miranda automatically reached out to
reciprocate.

	"Look at the two of you,"  Jeff beamed and they shook
hands,  "it's a perfect match."

	A heartbeat passed as Miranda and Syd looked at each
other, then Jeff excused himself, giving Syd a thumbs up as he
did.  As he headed back toward the bleachers, Syd said it was nice
to meet Miranda.

	"You too,"  Miranda replied, still feeling awkward.  "I'll tell
you what, I'm going to get a soda.  You want a soda?  I'm gonna get
us a soda."

	Not giving Syd any option but to agree, Miranda quickly
turned and headed after Jeff, who had only gone about twenty
feet.

	"Jeff!"  she called out to him.

	"Pretty great, huh?"  Jeff said as he turned and waited for
Miranda to catch up to him.  "Can I pick 'em or what?

	"Yeah,"  Miranda said, then added in a stronger tone, "I'm
not gay."

	"Seriously?"  Jeff replied, taking a long look at Miranda.

	The look on her face said that she was indeed serious.

	"I've been with the firm eight months,"  Jeff said in way of
explanation, I haven't once seen you with a guy."

	"Circumstantial Jeff," Miranda said,  "I'm single.  Christ,
when did being single translate into being gay?"

	"Shit!"  Jeff said, finally realizing his error as he looked
past Miranda to where Syd was still waiting.  "Do you want me to
go over there and..."

	"No, I'll do it,"  Miranda said, thinking it would be easier on
the misinformed lesbian if it came from her.

	Giving Jeff one last how could you come to that conclusion
look, Miranda marched back over to Syd and told her the bad news.
She was glad the other woman had a sense of humor equal to her
own and they both had a good laugh over the mix-up.  Deciding to
make the best of it, they both stayed for the game and wound up
having a good time.

	In fact, by the end of the game, they were having more than
a good time as Syd at third base and Miranda behind the plate,
brought in the final two outs with a double play.  An exuberant
rush filled both of them and, wrapped up in the excitement, they
shared a victory hug and high five as Syd ran down the third base
line.  The play had caught everyone's attention, including the senior
partner who, with his wife, came over to congratulate them.

	"That was quite a play, ladies,"  he said as Miranda and Syd
sat on a bench cooling down with some bottled water.

	"It's all about teamwork, Charles,"  Miranda casually
offered, still filled with the excitement of winning.

	"Chip,"  the senior partner corrected her.

	"Chip,"  Miranda repeated, suddenly realizing that she had
just been bumped up the firm's social ladder.

	"Listen, my wife and I are having a little dinner party on the
12th,"  Chip said,  "just some couples, nothing fancy.  We'd both
love it if you both could make it."

	"We'd love to,"  Miranda automatically responded, much to
Syd's surprise.

	Syd looked at Miranda again and saw the look of happiness
on her face.  Not knowing what else to say, she just smiled and
took another drink from her water bottle. Then she sort of giggled
and nodded her head yes.

	In her two years at the firm, the senior partner had barely
even talked to her.  Now suddenly, it's "Chip" and she's being
invited  to dinner.  Miranda was determined to make partner, even
if she had to be part of a lesbian couple to do it.

				-=-=-=-

	The 12th came and Miranda and Syd, who was really being a
good sport about all of it, showed up at Chip's lavish upper East
Side apartment.  It turned out to be everything Miranda had hoped
it would be.  Over dinner they all discussed the issues of the day
and, for what she felt like was the first time, her opinions were
listened to.  By the time the night was over and Chip saw the
pseudo-lesbian couple out, Miranda was sure she had just moved
one step closer to partner.

	"Thank you very much, we had a really great time,"  Miranda
said as they reached the door.

	"As did we all,"  Chip said and then added as Syd walked
ahead.  "She is a real find."

	"Oh,"  Miranda replied, a fleeting look of guilt on her face.

	"We'll have to do this again real soon,"  the senior partner
went on,  not having noticed his employee's expression.

	Miranda hesitated a moment, then told Syd she'd meet her
at the elevator.  Taking a deep breath, she turned back to her boss
and said that they really couldn't do it again.

	"Syd and I aren't really a couple,"  Miranda confessed.  "In
fact, we're not even really lesbians.  Well, Syd is, I'm not.  I just
took advantage of the situation to bend your ear about my work at
the firm.

	"Shrewd move, Counselor,"  Chip said,  "but no harm done.
My wife will be disappointed though, she was looking to add a
lesbian couple to our circle."

	With that, he turned and headed back to his other dinner
guests.

	As Miranda and Syd rode the elevator back down, Miranda
considered how much easier her life would be if she were in a
couple, any couple.  On impulse, she leaned over and kissed Syd on
the mouth.  It was a simple kiss, more than she would give a
girlfriend, but less than she would a lover.

	"Yup, definitely straight,"  Miranda said as she broke the
kiss.

	"Yeah, you are,"  Syd agreed, a small touch of regret in her
voice.

	"Sorry,"  Miranda said to Syd, glad at least she had finally
been honest about it.

	Syd didn't reply verbally, but just smiled as if to say, it was
okay.

	The two women were silent the rest of the way down to the
lobby.  Late as it was, Miranda really wasn't tired and considered
calling Carrie, and her other best friends, Charlotte York and
Samantha Jones.  Then she remembered they had gone to a house
warming party over on the West Side.  Calling Skipper was also a
possibility.  With his puppy dog devotion, he'd rush over to her
apartment whatever the hour to keep her warm.

	"I did have a good time,"  Syd said as they stepped out onto
the street, interrupting Miranda's musings.

	"I did too,"  Miranda smiled.  "I really appreciate you going
through all of this for me."

	As before, Syd just smiled as to say it was nothing.

	"Would you like to share a cab home?"  Miranda asked,
thinking that paying her fare was the least she could do.

	"Nah, I only live about ten blocks from here,"  the dark
haired woman replied.  "It's such a nice night I think I'll walk."

	With that, she said good-night and turned in the direction
of downtown.  Miranda watched her go for about a quarter-block,
then made an impulsive decision.

	"Syd, wait up!"  she called out as she sprinted down the
street, catching up with her date.

	Syd was surprised, but didn't say anything, waiting to see
why Miranda had called out.  It took a second for the attorney to
catch her breath.

	"We're going in the same direction, would you like some
company?"

	"I'd like that,"  Syd said with her broadest smile of the
evening.

	With the pretense of their being a couple now behind them,
Miranda found it was a lot easier to enjoy Syd's company.  She'd
been surprised to discover at the dinner party that the pet store
clerk was quite articulate when she wanted to be and while she
wasn't a career woman like Carrie or her other close friends,  Syd
was just as interesting.  Over the last ten years, she'd had a dozen
different jobs and lived in six different cities.  All in different
parts of the country.

	The blocks quickly faded behind them as they continued
some of the discussions that had begun around the dinner table.
Much too soon, they were standing at the steps leading up to the
six story walk-up that Syd called home.  Miranda found herself
sorry that the night was already over and wished that there were
a way she could make it last longer.

	"I really want to thank you again for tonight,"  Miranda said.
"You've really been a much better sport about it all than I think I
might've been."

	"I had a lot of fun,"  Syd smiled, repeating her sentiments of
earlier.  "It's not that often that I get to meet people like that."

	"Well I still owe you one,"  Miranda smiled back.

	"Would you like to come up for coffee?"  Syd unexpectedly
asked.

	"I'd love to,"  Miranda replied, the words out of her mouth
before she'd even thought about the question.

	With that, Syd led her date for the evening up the stoop
and continued up the five floors of stairs beyond it.  Somehow,
Miranda just knew her apartment would wind up being on the
uppermost floor.  The prewar building didn't have an elevator.

	"Be it ever so humble, this is it,"  Syd said as she opened the
door and then stepped aside to let the lawyer precede her.

	Miranda took two steps inside, taking a moment to let her
eyes adjust to the moonlight coming in from the large skylight
above.  Then the room grew brighter as Syd hit a light switch
behind her and two soft fluorescent lights came to life.

	"It's quite lovely,"  Miranda said as she turned her head and
took in the large studio apartment.

	The main room was a combination living room, dining room
and bedroom, with a small kitchenette over to the side.  On the
other end, Syd explained was the entrance to the bathroom.  Not
that fancy, Syd added, but it did have the advantage of having a
real tub instead of just the shower that builders seem to put into
newer apartments to save space.

	The decor of the apartment was quite eclectic, reflecting
the number of different places and lives that its owner had lived
over the years.  Trying to come up with a way to describe it,
Miranda finally decided to just call it comfortable.

	"Why don't you have a seat and I'll get us that coffee,"  Syd
said as she directed Miranda to the large, overstuffed couch in the
center of the room.

	Miranda walked over to the couch, taking a moment to
admire the two large throw pillows at each end.  One carried a
cable car with the Golden Gate Bridge in the background, the
other a scene from Colonial Williamsburg.

	"The coffee will be up in a minute,"  Syd called from the
kitchenette, "just coffee I'm afraid, nothing like you're going to
find at Starbucks."

	"I'm sure it'll be fine,"  Miranda replied over her shoulder as
she took off her jacket and draped it over the arm of the couch.

	Miranda started to sit on the couch to await the coffee,
then changed her mind, deciding instead to see of Syd needed any
help.  Walking across the small room, she came up alongside the
darker haired woman.

	That smells good,"  Miranda said, thinking how sometimes
her own "coffee-making" skills left a lot to be desired.

	"Thanks,"  Syd said as she set out two mugs from the
overhead cabinet.

	"Syd, do you mind if I ask you a question?"  Miranda asked as
she helped by taking out a small container of milk from the
refrigerator.

	"Sure, fire away,"  Syd replied as she took out two small
spoons from one of the drawers.

	"Why did you really go with me tonight?"  Miranda asked.
"If the situation had been reversed, I have to say that I'd have
been insulted to say the least.  Yet you went along with it without a
problem."

	"Like I said before,"  Syd answered as she poured coffee
into both mugs,  "it seemed like an interesting thing to do and I
figured it might be fun."

	"That's it?"  Miranda added, her voice reflecting a lack of
belief.  "And you weren't bothered by the fact that everyone at
dinner thought we were lovers?"

	"Why would that bother me?"  Syd smiled as she added a
small bowl of sugar to the tray she had set the coffee on.  "It's
not like I was being something that I'm not.  I do sleep with other
women after all."

	"I guess so,"  Miranda replied, thinking that if anything, she
was the one who had been something that she wasn't.

	"Besides,"  Syd added as the corner of her smile lifted up
just a little,  "I kind of liked the idea of people thinking we were
lovers - even if it wasn't real."

	"Is that why you said yes?"  Miranda asked, thinking of men
she had accompanied to social functions in the past for the same
reason.

	Syd took a long minute, seeming to consider the question,
then left it unanswered.  Her silence, however, spoke volumes.

	"I have to be honest,"  Miranda said when she realized that
no answer was going to be forthcoming,  "when we were leaving the
party, I found myself wondering what it might be like.  I guess it's
a pity that you didn't feel anything when I kissed you."

	"I never said I didn't feel anything,"  Syd offered, now
ignoring the steaming mugs of coffee on the counter.  "I just
agreed with you that you were straight."

	"And you could tell that from just one kiss,"  Miranda said,
an almost undetectable trace of regret in her voice.

	"I said what I thought you wanted to hear,"  Syd replied.  "I
never really think of people as straight or gay.  I think people are
people and who you sleep with is a matter of choice and
opportunity."

	"But you've never been with a man?"  the redhead asked, if
only to confirm her earlier assessment.

	"No, but like I said, that's a matter of choice."

	"Would it bother you if a woman you slept with also slept
with men?" Miranda asked, wondering where that question had
come from.

	"I guess that would depend on why I was sleeping with her,"
Syd answered without hesitation.  "If we were in a relationship,
well of course it would certainly bother me if she slept with
someone else, man or woman.  But if we were just having a little
fun, well why should I care?  Don't you feel that way about some
of the men you date?"

	If she were still being honest, Miranda would have to admit
that was true as well.  In fact, after thinking about it for a few
moments, she realized that the number of men she'd dated for
just sex far out numbered those she'd felt an emotional
attachment for.  Skipper was only the latest example of that
truism.

	"Miranda, can I ask you a question now?"  Syd asked,
interrupting the redhead's musings.

	"Of course."

	"Do you find me attractive?"

	The question took Miranda by surprise.  Not that it hadn't
been one she'd asked herself.  True, Syd wasn't attractive in the
way say Charlotte or Samantha was, but there definitely was
something there.  On reflection, she realized that it was the same
quality that she saw when she looked into the mirror each morning.

	"Yes, I do,"  she admitted, surprised at how her pulse
quickened as she said it.

	"I'm glad to hear that,"  Syd said as she took first one, then
two steps closer,  "because I think that you're absolutely
gorgeous."

	Both her words, and her proximity, made Miranda's heart
race even faster.

	Without further comment, Syd reached up and ran her
fingers across Miranda's cheek, closing the last few inches
between them as she did.  Miranda closed her eyes and enjoyed the
soft touch, letting out a soft sigh.

	A sigh that was cut short as Syd moved even closer, her lips
coming to rest against Miranda's as they kissed for the second
time that evening.  Unlike in the elevator, there was no mistaking
this as anything but a lover's kiss.  Her tongue pressed forward,
rubbing against the redhead's mouth seeking admittance to the
delights beyond; an admittance Miranda granted as her own tongue
reached out to meet it.  Not since she had first played spin the
bottle in grade school had the red headed lawyer felt so excited
by anything as simple as a kiss.

	"That, was definitely an improvement,"  Miranda said
breathlessly when their lips finally parted.

	"Still think you're totally straight?"  Syd grinned, her arms
resting around Miranda's waist.

	"How about we just say that I'm beginning to see other
possibilities?"  Miranda smiled back, making no effort to free
herself from Syd's embrace.

	"Well, then let's see if we can open your eyes a little more
then,"  Syd offered, moving in for another kiss.

	A kiss that Miranda was more than willing to meet her
halfway for.
				-=-=-=-

	Each ensuing kiss became more intense then the last and
somewhere along the way, Miranda became aware that her blouse
had become undone.  Syd's hand slipped between the folds and
caressed her breasts, playing with her nipples, first through the
thin material of her bra, and then directly as that small obstacle
was pressed aside.

	"Oh yes, that feels nice,"  Miranda moaned between kisses,
meaning every word.

	Encouraged, Syd played with them for a little longer, then
withdrew her hand.  Bringing both it and its twin down below their
waists, she deftly undid the top of Miranda's pants.  Once undone,
one hand quickly returned to the soft mounds above, while the
other slipped past the opening and worked its way down into
Miranda's panties and the even more sensitive places within.

	"Oh God!"  Miranda gasped as she felt Syd's fingers press
deep inside of her.

	Syd's touch was so unlike that of a man, Miranda found
herself thinking, even as the other woman began to quickly build up
a rhythm that echoed across her body.  It was softer, and so much
surer of its actions.  Then again, she reminded herself, who knew
the body of a woman better than another woman.

	Miranda was pinned against the wall with Syd's body pressed
tightly against her.  Both their levels of desire grew in intensity as
Syd's mouth and hands quickly brought the redhead to the pinnacle
of passion.  It was all Miranda could do to catch her breath as
small waves of delight filled her.  In hindsight she would later
realize that there had been men who'd made her feel this good
before, but none had ever done it so quickly.  From start to finish,
their whole encounter had only taken a few minutes,

	"Oh God ...  Oh my ... God!"  Miranda repeatedly gasped as
she felt the tiny currents that had been washing over her abruptly
surge into a torrent that ripped through her body.  For a much too
brief moment, she was filled with what could only be described as
pure joy.

	Her legs felt weak as the euphoric swell receded and if it
wasn't for Syd pressed against her, she was sure she would've
fallen to the floor.  But that wasn't going to happen as her bringer
of pleasure held her tightly and kissed her one last time.

	"Now that,"  Miranda finally said as her heart stopped
racing, "is what you call one hell of a quickie."

	The comment pleased Syd who finally relaxed her hold and
backed away from Miranda just enough to let her stand on her own.
She still hadn't said a word, wanting to give her guest the chance
to fully consider what had just happened between them and more
importantly, did she want it to go any further?

	The answer to that question barely occupied more than a
few seconds of Miranda's time.  Having sampled an appetizer of
Sapphic delights, she couldn't wait to savor the main course.  As
far as sex was concerned, it had always been the events leading up
to it that gave her pause.  Once she got into it, she was pretty
much an unstoppable force.

	"I can't say what's going to happen tomorrow,"  Miranda said
as she took both of Syd's hands in her own,  "but for right now, all
I want is for us to make love.  Is that okay with you?"

	"That's all I wanted since the moment you walked out from
behind the dugout at the softball game,"  Syd countered as she
squeezed Miranda's hands.  "I'm not worried about what happens
after that.  As long as, at least for tonight, you're mine."

	"Totally,"  Miranda promised.

				-=-=-=-

	Hand in hand, the two women moved over to the couch
sitting down in the center of it.  Miranda couldn't wait to kiss Syd
again and was on top of her the moment they hit the cushion.  As
their mouths came together, her hands worked their way down the
buttons of the brunette's blouse until it fell open.  It had been
quite apparent earlier that Syd hadn't bothered with a bra and
Miranda's open hands cupped the underside of each Syd's exposed
breasts.

	Back when she was a teenager, and she and her friends had
all began to develop breasts, they had held each other in a similar
fashion to compare.  She wondered if any of those girlfriends had
ever held another woman like this now.  That consideration was put
aside as Miranda brought her head down and pressed it into the
soft valley between each mound.  A string of kisses marked a path
across Syd's right breast.  Eagerly, Miranda closed her lips around
the hard, thick nipple, playing with it with her tongue.  She'd done
this to guys many times, but never had it been such fun as now.
After a few minutes, she turned her attention to Syd's other
breast with equal enthusiasm.

	Her mouth continued to suck on the soft flesh, even as her
hand moved down between Syd's legs.  She cupped the
cloth-covered prize, forgetting, if only for a second, that there
was no hard cock beneath it.  A prize of equal value, she reminded
herself, awaited her.  Then the moment passed as she slid her hand
up to the belt that held the brunette's pants on tight.  Syd
reached down to help, but Miranda gently pushed her hand away.
She'd never had a problem with getting the pants off a man, and
doubted she'd have it now.

	Sure enough, the belt opened easily enough and it was only a
matter of seconds until Syd gave the only help necessary, lifting
her ass off the couch just enough for Miranda to slide down her
pants.  That done, she went back to just laying back and letting
Miranda have her fun.  Normally, she liked to be the one in charge
as evidenced by the quickie in the kitchenette.  But there were
times, especially with someone making love to a woman for the first
time, it was better to just let them explore on their own.  Her
chance, she knew, would come soon enough.

	With Syd's pants now on the floor beside the couch, Miranda
turned her attention to the plain white panties that remained.  The
dark mound that was Miranda's goal was visible beneath the thin
material, and as she brought her head down between Syd's legs,
the scent of her arousal filled the air.

	It'd been Syd's experience that most women in Miranda's
situation hesitated at this point.  There was little one woman could
do to another that was more intimate than going down on her.  A
few changed their mind when faced with the reality of it, others
took a moment to gather their courage, then went on.  It was Syd's
hope that Miranda was of that second category.

	To her surprise and delight, her new lover proved to be of
the third rarest category, those who just went and did it.  Pushing
aside her panties, Miranda pressed her tongue deep into the folds
of Syd's pussy.  She had learned over the years that, when faced
with a new sexual situation, it was better to just press forward
without thinking about it.  It had been that way the first time
she'd taken a boy in her mouth, and the first time she'd let
someone fuck her ass.  Now she'd added pussy licking to the list.

	With no previous experience to guide her, Miranda had to
make do with what felt good to her.  From the reaction of Syd's
body and the moans from her lips, the neophyte cunnilingist figured
she wasn't doing that bad.  If anything, the longer she went at it,
the more confident she felt.

	Miranda brought her hand up to join her tongue and pressed
her fingers deep inside Syd.  This part, at least on herself, was
familiar territory.  A path she'd been covering since she was
twelve.

	Sure enough, the combination of touch and tongue soon sent
Syd spiraling down the road to orgasm.  It was a small climax, but
satisfying nevertheless.  One that made Miranda proud.  The next
time, she promised herself, would be even better.

	"Now it's my turn,"  Syd said after they shared another kiss.

	They paused just long enough to help each other out of what
remained of their clothes.  Then, Syd told Miranda to stretch out
on her stomach along the length of the couch.  Eager to see what
Syd had in mind, Miranda did just that.

	Once Miranda was in place, Syd climbed onto the couch, just
barely fitting her knees on both sides of Miranda.  She leaned
forward and lay on top of her, rubbing her breasts against the
redhead's back.  Miranda brought her head around and their lips
met.  Kissing another woman now seemed the most natural thing in
the world and she wondered why it had taken so long for her to
realize that.

	Syd shifted position and moved further down the couch,
kissing her way across Miranda's back, running her hands along her
side.  Her fingers caressed the sides of Miranda's breasts, sending
a pleasant shiver through her.  She moved lower, taking a firmer
hold on Miranda, urging her to lift herself up against the throw
pillows and spread her left leg out onto the floor.

	Reaching the cheeks of her ass, Syd kissed each one of them
several times, running her hands across the velvety skin, even as
she pulled the mounds apart.  She kissed her way along the inner
walls, making her way to the most sensitive of Miranda's entries.
Kissing that as well, she sent an even more vivacious quiver
throughout Miranda's body.  A tremor that increased tenfold as
Syd's tongue slipped deep into the tight hole.

	"Oooooo,"  Miranda moaned loudly, thinking that for all the
times she'd let a man fuck her there, none of them had even been
willing to perform analingus.  Not even if she'd offered to do it for
them.

	Spreading her cheeks even wider, Syd probed deeper,
causing Miranda to cry out for more.  Something she was happy to
give.  The brunette continued playing with her ass as Miranda just
lay there and enjoyed the sensation.  Finally, it was time for other
things equally delightful.

	Syd turned Miranda over and again covered her body with
her own.  Their breasts pressed against each other, nipple to
nipple, as their tongues passed in and out of each other's mouth.
Syd slipped down to Miranda's breasts and worked her tongue
around the pink circles surrounding her pert nipples, then took
each of them in turn between her lips.  At the same time, one hand
reached down between Miranda's legs and massaged the tightly
trimmed mound.  Wet as it was, she had no problem gliding four
fingers in as far as they would go.

	Continuing her attention to Miranda's nipples, Syd paused
just long enough to ask Miranda a question.  She pointed out that,
while it really wasn't her favorite thing, she did have a strap-on
that she used on women who liked to be fucked like a man would.
Would Miranda like her to get it?

	She was pleased when Miranda didn't even think it over,
saying that if she was going make love to a woman, why would she
want that woman to act like a man.  While Syd never really had
that big of a problem with women who liked being penetrated with
a strap-on or dildo, it did make her feel good that Miranda only
wanted her and not some toy to heighten the experience.

	Syd moved further down and spread Miranda's legs, giving
her full access to the red patch that covered her pearl.  Unlike
Miranda, she paused a long heartbeat before going further.  It
wasn't a hesitation born out of reluctance, but merely the desire
to savor the beauty of her womanhood.  She hoped Miranda
understood the difference.

	Soon enough, Miranda was leaning back, her eyes closed as
Syd's tongue darted in and out of her pussy.  Experience showed as
all of the mixed delights she'd experienced so far faded into the
background, replaced by an even more powerful rush of ecstasy
radiating though her body.  No man, she quickly admitted, had ever
gone down on her with this effect.

	Of all the things she loved in life, nothing made Syd happier
than to be where she was right now - between the legs of another
woman, bringing her pleasure.  She'd had her first experience with
another girl when she was fourteen and had never looked back.
Even she would admit that she couldn't say just how many women
she'd been with since that afternoon, but right now Miranda was
grateful for every one of them.  Each had contributed to the
absolute happiness she now felt.

	Even more important than the ability to bring another
woman to orgasm, Syd valued her skill in bringing them to the edge
and then back again.  Thereby prolonging the experience as long as
possible.  Three times she'd brought Miranda to the edge of
heaven, then pulled her back.  The fourth time, she knew, would be
impossible.

	Sweat poured down Miranda's back as her body rocked with
orgasmic rapture.  Her hands held tight against the back of Syd's
head, unwilling to let her even pause in her ministrations to catch
her breath.  It was selfish she knew, but nothing mattered at this
moment other than her approaching climax.  An event she hungered
for as if she were a virgin all over again.

	Suddenly, despite her anticipation, the explosive climax took
Miranda by surprise, shaking her body with abandoned fury.  Syd
held her tightly, pressing her mouth hard against her sex, savoring
every drop of her eruption.  As much as her guest had wanted this,
she had wanted it more.  Not even her own orgasms made her this
happy.

	Time stood still for each of them, and each made the most
of it.  Only after each of them had been fully satisfied did they
relax their hold on each other and let their bodies collapse.  Both
were totally drained.

				-=-=-=-

	The moon had moved across the skylight before either
Miranda or Syd felt strong enough lift themselves up.  The coffee
on the counter had long since grown cold, not that either of them
needed any more stimulation.  Settling back on the couch, they
could only smile at each other and giggle.

	"Was it all that you expected?"  Syd asked.

	"It was nothing like I expected,"  Miranda replied, still
basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.  "It was ... indescribable."

	"But not enough for you to switch sides?"  Syd continued.

	Miranda opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

	"Hey, I'm only kidding,"  Syd laughed,  "I know it was just
sex."

	Miranda let out a silent sigh of relief.  As great as it had
been, she knew that at the end of the day, or night as the case
might be, she still wanted a hard cock above all.

	"No regrets, right,"  Syd reassured her.

	"Well, maybe one."

	Syd looked at her with an expression that asked what is was.

	"I wish I could've gotten you off as well as you certainly got
me,"  Miranda  confessed.  She was a firm believer in giving as good
as she got, and to do less made her feel almost like she'd cheated.

	"Well, if that's all that's bothering you,"  Syd grinned,
"there's a simple solution."

	Now Miranda looked at her with a confused expression.

	"If you're only going to be a lesbian for one night,"  Syd
explained as she glanced at the clock on the wall,  "you might as
well make the most of it.  We still have a few hours until the sun
comes up and you turn back into a straight woman."

	That, Miranda thought as she also glanced at the clock, was
a solution she could certainly live with.  Not wanting to waste a
single minute of those few hours, she leaned in to kiss Syd once
again.

END

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				From give and take, and still somehow
				It's love's illusions I recall
				I really don't know love at all

						Joni Mitchell - 1967

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