Miranda

So many new experiences were coming at me all at one time that I was having problems processing them. A college freshman - finally! But all the daydreams about busting loose were tempered because I was also in the seminary. We weren't cloistered, but we sure did not have the opportunities that most college students have.

Of course, the seminary was an all-boys school, but we also attended the nearby secular university for requisite college courses for our various seminary-related majors: psychology, philosophy, etc.

One bright spot was Saturday evenings, believe it or not. The day before church day we were not only allowed to go and visit the city unsupervised, but if we requested we could also attend the college football game if they were playing at home. The rector thought it would be good if we traveled in a group and represented the seminary on the college campus as a beacon of chastity and goodness. He was almost 100% correct, too, because not a one of us voiced an impure thought.

After attending a couple of home games, however, this began to change. It seems that no one at the seminary bothered to check when we came in. The game usually ended around 10:00 p.m. and we usually returned to the seminary between 10:30 and 11:00. We fully expected the rector to welcome us in and ask about the game, but that never happened. So one of the guys had an idea about what we could do after the next home game: why not go to the "strip?"

I don't think I mentioned it, but I was a little farm boy from the country. I always made good grades in school and basically did whatever mom, dad, teacher or pastor asked me to do. Sure I had the same urges and feelings of every growing boy, and at eighteen I fought daily with primal feelings but offered them up as I sought my vocation. Here I was tempted by a fellow student on the path to enlightenment. Go to the strip? You mean where all the bars and crowds are?

"It's just a couple of beers, not like we're breaking the law or anything," Randy countered my almost-voiced opposition. "We go, grab a beer or two. Have some laughs with our classmates at university and come home. Promise."

I loved beer. My grandfather had been sneaking me beers since I was 15 years old. When I turned 18 I was so happy to be drinking legally that I really didn't realize that the seminary would have put a stop to it. But they did. Alcohol in any form was not allowed on the grounds. And I had not had a drop since I entered its doors.

Two beers, huh? I bet if I drink fast I could have three or four! Oh, my brain was wandering down that slippery slope of rationalization.

The next home game was two weeks later. A long two weeks, but something that gave me hope as the course load got heavier and heavier.

There were five of us who signed up to go to the game. We had to sign-up to check against permission slips our parents had to sign for us to participate in extra-curricular off-campus activities.

Dressed in our university colors we were indistinguishable from the rest of the crowd. We piled out of the Dodge van and made our way into the stadium meeting up with our regular group in the student section.

We lost. We lost really big, too, but you could not tell from our faces. We were going to the strip!

Then I heard Tommy groan and say "oh no." My heart sank. Who did he see? Was it Father McGinney? Another teacher?

"It's Miranda," Randy yelled to a couple of us over the crowd.

Who's Miranda, I thought.

This very cute blond came out of the crowd straight for Tommy and let out a squeal. She hugged his neck while poor Tommy looked absolutely helpless, his arms at his side.

"That's Tommy's sister," Randy told me. "She's a sophomore here, and Tommy doesn't approve of how she acts. He says she has way too much fun and doesn't pay enough attention to her studies."

"She's pretty," I blurted out loud not really meaning to.

"Oh she's a fox, all right," Randy winked at me, "and that's why Tommy's worried."

"Hi guys!" Miranda squealed when she released her grip on Tommy but never really letting him go. "Are you protecting my little brother?"

"Hi, Miranda," Randy said. "Remember me?"

"Yeah, you're Randy!" she piped up. "And who are you guys?"

Jerry and Lloyd offered their names, but I was completely tongue-tied. I've always been very shy around pretty girls, and Miranda really had my stomach doing flips.

"And this is Brad," volunteered Lloyd, pointing to me as if I were a special needs case.

I could have just dug a hole in the ground and climbed in because she immediately released Tommy from her grip and ran up to me putting her arm around mine.

"Hi Brad, howya doin'?" she asked as she pulled my arm closer to her side.

Still unable to speak I just kind of melted against her finally managing enough strength to mumble, "ok."

She laughed and pulled me along with her.

"Where are y'all going? Back to the convent?" she laughed again.

Randy told her that we're all going to the Strip to get a beer.

"SHUT UP! You're lying! Are you really?" She seemed positively excited. She looked me in the eye as if asking "really?"

I shook my head and said "uh huh."

"Can I ride with you guys? I don't know where Theresa and Mallory went, but it doesn't matter. They were walking back to the dorm. I'm going with you."

We made it back to the van and Miranda and I squeezed into the center seat, her in the middle and me pushed against the far wall. There was only one sliding door to the passenger compartment. Lloyd was in the back and James on the other side of Miranda. Tommy rode shotgun while Randy drove.

Miranda spoke endlessly mostly talking with Tommy about home. Every once in a while she would ask the rest of us about school and the seminary. And through it all she never let go of my arm. I don't know if it fell asleep or what, but I didn't care if she never let go. I watched the side of her face while she was talking across the front seat. She was very beautiful. Soft face, pretty blond curls. Even her voice sounded like a song. I knew right away that I had a major crush on her, and that was a big problem. I immediately started thinking about the seminary and chastity and purity. But then I'd look at her again and get this funny, twisty feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Now, some part of reality made me know that she was probably treating me like a little kid. I was smaller than everybody else in the van, and certainly not as sure of myself as Randy and Lloyd. They spoke to her without hesitation. And although I was getting braver with her on my arm, or vice-versa, I still could only manage to get out some "uh huhs" and "yeahs."

We stopped a couple of blocks from the Strip, which is basically five or six bars along this street. Mercifully or not Miranda released my arm to scoot out of the van. Apparently, her interest in me was short-lived because she led the way, obviously quite excited at leading a group of virginal boys to their debauchery.

No one offered to buy her a beer because we were all too self-centered in getting our own. Before too long each of us was lost to the crowd, and I didn't see Miranda, Tommy or any of the crew for a while. Didn't matter; I was quite happy with my mug of draught.

After about a half-hour Lloyd found me and asked if I had seen the others. We rounded up Jerry and Randy, and after a brief chit-chat I found that my assumptions were right. They had each had a single beer and I was about to finish my third. Needless to say I was feeling no pain and happy as a lark. Finally Tommy saw us all together and asked if we wanted to go to Drewberrys, another bar nearby. We all nodded our heads and left for the exit.

Out of nowhere Miranda appeared from a group of people near the door and asked where we were going.

"DBs" shouted Randy. I saw the pained look on Tommy's face. I figured he really didn't like the idea of spending the evening with his older sister. But I was happy to see her again, and after three beers I finally found my voice.

"Well, look at you," she said after I asked her if she was having fun. "About as much fun as you, I guess!" She grabbed my arm again and almost skipped out of the door. Of course, I almost skipped with her.

She was laughing and singing, and then she asked "how many did you have?"

"Three!" I held up my fingers.

"Me too!" she cried, "I like a guy that can keep up with me! C'mon." And we crossed the street to the next bar with the other guys behind us. I didn't even look back to see the looks on their faces. I didn't care. I was arm in arm with a pretty girl, and I just about forgot she was Tommy's sister.

It felt good walking into a crowded bar with a beauty on my arm. I felt like a big shot, a college stud. No one needed to know I was a seminarian and she was a friend's sister.

I bought each of us a beer, and the she kissed me on the cheek. The room just disappeared and all of a sudden there was silence. There was a warm spot on my cheek that suddenly became white hot. She kissed me? She kissed me!

Holy crap! What was I feeling about now? I was so confused. I'm a seminarian I tried reminding myself. And I'm sitting in a bar with a beer in one hand and a pretty girl by my side. And she kissed me! I had no idea where any of the other guys were, and I didn't care. They would just confuse me further. Now wasn't the time to debate vocations and intentions - not with a full glass of beer in front of me.

If I didn't believe in divine intervention what happened next would have convinced me.

"So, why do you want to go to the seminary?" Miranda asked as if she were my personal counselor.

I slurped my beer almost spilling some when I heard the question.

"Oh sorry," she quipped reaching for napkins. "I just mean do you want to be a priest like Tommy, or do you think you're still trying to decide."

I told her the truth - that I was searching for a vocation I felt I had. I was going to give it my best shot to see if it's true.

She seemed to think about what I said as she sipped her beer. It was very loud in the bar so we just about had to shout at each other to be heard. I was thinking she was tired of hollering because she was being quiet.

Then she leaned over and said loudly in my ear "Did you have a girlfriend in high school?"

I had to think quickly what to say. Of course, I didn't. I went to the prom with a friend, but I couldn't call her my girlfriend. I had just a few dates but never with the same girl twice.

So I said, "I had a few," hoping my lie wouldn't be obvious.

"How many?" she yelled back.

"Dunno. Didn't really count," I replied.

"Let's go. It's too loud in here," she said touching my arm.

We downed our beers and looked for the rest of the crew. She found Tommy and told him we're going to Pete's and that we'd meet him there.

The parking lot was much quieter, and I could still hear ringing in my ears, so I had to ask her to repeat it when she asked again about my high school girlfriends.

"Why do you want to know about them," I asked back, delaying the truth.

"I dunno, just wanted to know, I guess." She seemed contented with my answer so didn't bug me about it again. I had to admit I was getting nervous about her probing. She had to know I was pretty inexperienced around girls, but I felt like I was handling my own with her pretty well about now.

Tommy and the rest of the guys came out of the bar and asked if we were going to Pete's. Miranda nodded and we all took off with her and me trailing behind.

When we got to the edge of the parking lot, Miranda grabbed my arm and quickly ducked around the side of the building behind some tall bushes or small trees, can't remember which but we were pretty much in the dark but could see through the leaves pretty good.

"Let's see if they notice us missing," she whispered. "They're gonna think we're up to something." Then she giggled.

That giggle completely upset my insides and my stomach started jumping.

I stood behind Miranda against the wall and saw her leaning over peering through the leaves. The light from the parking lot just barely illuminated her backside, and I could see her white shorts covering her behind. I looked further and saw her shirt creep up exposing a little of her back. That little view of skin started my mind working, and I felt my loins begin to stir. This was not a good thing.

I tried desperately not to ogle the pretty girl bent forward in front of me. Of course, she was completely oblivious to my stares as she constantly giggled about them finding us.

I looked at her round bottom in her white shorts. Her cheeks were very round, it almost looked like a large bosom.

It was impossible to stop now; my erection that had been growing was now very hard and very uncomfortable. I was afraid to adjust it fearing she would look back and catch me. The last thing I wanted to do was to embarrass her by letting her see that I was turned on by her. It felt so juvenile. I felt like I was back in middle school when I couldn't control my feelings and stuff, when I got erections all the time.

When I couldn't stand it any longer I quickly reached beneath my waistband and placed my erection straight up since I couldn't move it down. From what I could see it looked less obvious that way, but it was still harder than usual.

Prayer. That's why I need to do - pray for helping me through this ordeal.

"I don't think they're coming back" she whispered and backed up to stand up straight when her behind bumped right into the front of my jeans.

"Oh, sorry!" she whispered a little more loudly, then "Crap, what was that?"

"Huh?"

"What did I hit? Was that you? Holy crap was that you?" she said aloud as she turned around to face me.

I have prayed for many things - health, weather, Cowboys winning the Super Bowl, but at that moment I prayed the hardest for the ground beneath me to open up and swallow me whole to save me from the most embarrassing moment of my life.

"Good Lord, that is you! Holy Mary, did I do that to you?"

I winced as she took the Holy Names in vain, but that didn't lessen the shock that ran through my body when I felt the palm of her hand press against my zipper. I yelped like a girl!

"Miranda, for God's sake, what are you doing?" I panted in complete disbelief.

"What do you mean, Brad? This is awesome! I didn't even think you liked me." She had an evil smile on her face.

Then she began to rub her palm up and down my zipper pressing against my erection. Everything in me wanted to stop her from doing what she was doing, but I knew that I wouldn't or couldn't.

"Miranda, don't..." I cried unconvincingly.

"Shhhhh." She unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and tried lowering the zipper. She was having difficulty because I was so hard and pressing against the zip, but I am ashamed to say that I did nothing to stop her from trying.

She got the zipper all the way down, and I just stood there completely at a loss as to what I should do. She peeled the sides back and tugged a bit on my jeans lowering them. I was embarrassed by the huge lump protruding obscenely from my white briefs.

I didn't jump when I felt her hand against my briefs, but I could feel the extreme heat from her palm as she pressed it against me.

"You are a very selfish person," she cooed as she rubbed me through my underwear.

It was as if being awakened rudely. "Wha, what do you mean?" I stammered.

"You're going to lock this thing away from all women. I think that's a mortal sin."

"Miranda, we better not..."

"Hush. You know you want to."

Actually, I didn't know I wanted to. I didn't know what I wanted at that time, but I knew what she was going to do next, and she did it.

She pulled the top of my briefs away from my body and pulled them down exposing myself to her. She wasn't content until she got my underwear all the way down past my knees, and I was completely exposed to her and completely embarrassed at being so vulnerable.

"Oh - My - God." she mouthed. "Brad, if you've never used this on a girl before then it's a complete waste. Are you OK?"

She heard me shudder and I'm sure the look on my face was almost one of pain.

"It's ok, you know?" she tried reassuring me. "Just relax."

Relax? There was no way I could relax when she did what she did next: she wrapped her hand around my penis and began to pull back and forth. The feelings were overwhelming and battling each other in my head. This is so wrong but feels so good. I've promised myself to never do this but I want to do this so bad.

Finally, the devil won. I knew it was impossible for me to make her stop, and I knew it was impossible for me to want to make her stop. I wanted her to keep doing it and doing it. She certainly knew what she was doing. Her strokes were gentle and long, and every once in a while she would squeeze when she pulled the skin back.

"Oh, Miranda," I moaned over and over.

"Oooh, that's its. Just enjoy. I'm enjoying it." And her other hand reached beneath me and began rubbing me from below. I felt like such an animal, but all I could do was spread my legs and bend my knees giving her total a complete access to whatever she wanted.

Like a dose of cold water she stopped. I opened my eyes wide expecting to see that we had been busted or that she was scared. Instead I saw her fumbling with the front of her shorts.

"Shit, I can't stand this anymore," she said quickly.

"What's wrong?" I pleaded, wanting nothing more than for her to keep doing what she had been doing.

"Nothing's wrong, Darling. I'm going to baptize you," she said, and all at once she pulled down her shorts and her underwear to her ankles. It was too dark to really see anything, but I knew right there something big was about to happen.

She turned back around with her bare behind now facing me, then she leaned over.

"Come here," she said and I saw her hand reach from between her legs.

I inched forward and felt her grab me and pull me toward her. My mind seemed to have left my body as I mechanically did whatever she wanted. But I desperately wanted my mind to return because I didn't want to miss a thing of what would happen next.

I couldn't really see anything between us, but I felt her rub the tip of my erection against her right between her legs. It felt hot and wet, and I heard her moan like she was enjoying it. I know I was!

She pulled me even closer even though I was already touching her, and then that's when I felt the tip of my penis push inside of her.

"Oooh, there it is," she cooed again. "Now push," she commanded.

I bent forward a little and rested my hands on her back and pushed my bottom toward her forcing myself inside. I never heard anybody ever mention a pleasure bomb going off in their head and loins, but that's what it felt like. It was like my entire penis was engulfing my body in this wave of pleasure that went straight to my brain and back again.

"Oh shit!" she cried.

"Are you OK?" I managed to grunt.

"Oh, shit, I'm real good. Keep pushing, oh shit. Just keep..."

And then I felt myself all of the way in. It was as if her insides had grabbed me and sucked me in completely. I almost felt stuck where I was, but I sure didn't feel the need to get unstuck. But then she started moving; she moved back and forth. If I thought I felt pleasure before it was certainly nothing like I was feeling now.

I strained my eyes to see in the dark, and I could see the white globes of her behind moving back and forth over the white shaft of my erection. I couldn't help myself so I put my hands directly on her bottom and squeezed guiding her back and forth movement.

Soon she started to shake a bit and her movements got unsteady. I heard her begin to cry and pant a little louder, her moans became like grunts.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come," she cried.