Another Man's Treasure (17 page)

Miranda heard Frannie shout and sprinted to the front door, where she saw Francine standing there with her hand on her hip.  Francine Hedley-Marsh was an attractive girl in high school, but there was a stunning beauty standing before her now. She was 5’10”, with shoulder length golden blonde hair. Her eyes were the most dazzling blue imaginable. She was slender and well proportioned, not curvy like Miranda, but a beauty nonetheless.  Physically they were complete opposites but on the inside they were soul sisters.

“’Bout time you got here girl!” Francine shouted.

“Frannie! Sweet Jesus is it good to see you!”

The two longtime friends greeted each other with fervent hugs and laughter. Any onlooker would have never known that ten years had passed between Miranda and Francine’s last visit. Francine took a step back and gave Miranda the once over.

“Damn, M, you look fantastic! Ten long years and your freaking ass still looks better than mine!”

“Yeah, yeah…and you can still stop traffic with your smile. Can I come in or are you going to just admire me on the front porch?”

“Ma…Miranda is here!” Francine yelled from the front porch and began to giggle, wondering just how many times her mother had heard that exact line. The two of them laughed while taunting each other on the way to the kitchen. Miranda smiled at the thought that some things never change.

“I know
, Francine dear. I could hear you two giggling. Miranda, I am so glad you came. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard the two of you giggling. Lunch is all ready. I hope you don’t mind soup and salad.”

“French onion soup, Mama H? You shouldn’t have gone
to all that trouble.” Miranda gave Mrs. Hedley a big hug. She had called her Mama H since she was 15 years old and today it still rolled off her tongue with ease.

“Would you rather I put it away and open a can? Maybe you don’t want the key lime pie I made for dessert?” Mrs. Hedley teased the girls. A resounding ‘NO’ came from them at the same time, which was followed by more laughter and giggling. “I guess you better sit yourselves down and enjoy it then, before I change my mind. I am going into town to bring some to your father, he has to work tonight. Be good girls and enjoy.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Thanks, Mama H.”

Miranda and Francine sat and began their lunch, chatting and laughing between bites, rss

“C’mon girl, spill it all and don’t leave anything out! How is Sam?” Miranda knew Frannie and Sam Marsh married shortly after she left for California.

“M…Sam died a year ago.” A single tear ran down Francine’s cheek.

“Frannie, dear God, I didn’t know. I am so sorry! What happened?”

“Sam had leukemia, Miranda. It was a very aggressive strain and he died very quickly. From the time he was diagnosed, he only lasted about 6 months. I thought David told you? Three months after the diagnosis, David said he was going to LA to bring you home. Sam was so
sick; I had to concentrate on taking care of him.  Jesus, M…you look like you are going to faint. What the hell is going on?”

Miranda had dropped her fork on the floor with this revelation.  Something wasn’t right. How could Sam Marsh and her brother die of the same exact disease at almost the same time? Miranda’s mouth went dry and she started to shake. 

“Frannie…David called me about a year ago…said he had leukemia…he didn’t want me to come home. Three months after he said he was in remission, and then 3 months after that I get a call from a lawyer saying my brother was dead.”

Francine held Miranda as she cried on her shoulder. The last ten years came spilling out between sobs and tears. All the joys, victories, setbacks and fears…all of it. She told Francine about Hank, the drugs… and the tapes. The only bright spot she touched on was her reunion with Jude.

“Listen, M…I knew there was something wrong a long time ago.  Every time I asked David when you were coming home for a visit, he put me off. Some stupid excuse about your aunt, your job, your boyfriend, it was always something. I finally stopped asking. The last time I talked to David was to tell him Sammy was dying. That was also the last time I saw him in Willow. We need to sit and make a timeline of all this bullshit and write it down. Then, Ms. Hellfire, we can go and put on our bikinis, sit in the backyard and you can tell me how good Jude is in the sack.”

Miranda burst out laughing. Francine never minced words back in school and she sure didn’t now. Miranda dried her tears and gave Francine a wink.

“I got one word for you Blonde Bomber…Fan-fuckin-tastic!”

**********

Seven-thirty
rolled around. It was dusk outside and Jude was walking out his front door to go find Miranda when she pulled into the driveway. She stepped out of her car wearing a long trench coat and the highest red heels he had ever seen. Her hair was pinned up in the front and long red tresses flowed down her back. Jude stood in the doorway, wearing only jeans that were ripped at the knees, with his eyebrow raised.

“You’re late. I was coming to find you. Those are ‘some’ shoes you got there, Miranda.”

“I had a hard time breaking away from Frannie. We had some catching up to do. I went home to change before coming here. I think you will be pleased.” 

Miranda untied the belt of her coat and let it drop to her sides.  She unbuttoned it slowly; making sure the coat remained closed until the unveiling. Jude stood at the bottom of the porch stairs with his eyes locked on Miranda. His eyes never diverted from hers as she opened the coat and revealed her attire.

Along with the 6” red stilettos, Miranda was wearing sheer, black hose with garters, red thong panties and a tight black bustier that pushed her breasts up to the point of overflowing. Jude strode over to Miranda, never breaking his stare. He pushed her up against the car and pinned her hands down. Only then did he glance down hungrily at her body.

“I hate it when you are late, baby. You think this sexy outfit makes up for it? How should I teach you about being on time, hmmm?”

Jude grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth and tugged on it.  Miranda’s eyes were wide and curious, she wasn’t sure if Jude was truly serious. The single thought that marched through her head was
let’s find out
.

“Jude, sweetheart…” 

That was all she was able to say before his lips crashed against hers. Jude’s kiss was forceful, full of power and passion. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her and titillating her senses.  Miranda immediately surrendered her body. One touch, one kiss from this man and she was putty.

Jude released Miranda’s wrists and pushed his full weight against her with his hips. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and then buried his head between her breasts. She moved her hands to Jude’s head and he looked up, staring directly into her eyes.

“Leave them down.”

Miranda dropped her hands and Jude began his assault on her body with his tongue and lips. He started biting and licking her throat. He felt the vibration of her moan and secretly smiled. Jude taunted and teased each nipple until they were peaked with desire.

He traveled down her belly, rubbing his face against her smooth skin, nipping her flesh. He crouched on his heels, pulled her knees apart and placed one of Miranda’s legs over his shoulder. She grabbed the door handle and placed her other hand on the hood of her sports car for balance.

Miranda threw her head back and moaned loudly when Jude buried his face in her womanly center, pulled the tiny triangle of fabric aside and flicked her moist cleft with his tongue.

“Mmmm, Miranda, always so wet and eager. I can smell your desire…I am going to make you come so hard and fast…several times. Hang on baby…hang on tight.”

Miranda could barely manage a whimper when Jude pulled back her folds and pushed his mouth and tongue against her swollen clit.  Jude began to circle her tender le size="+spot with his tongue, first one direction then the other. He pulled at her with his teeth and sucked her into his mouth repeatedly,
enjoying her juices. Miranda’s body stiffened and Jude knew she would explode any second. He took her mound into his mouth and moaned against her. The vibration sent Miranda over the edge and her orgasm raged through her body.

“Oh God, oh God…Jude!”

“Mmmm, Mandy…fuck, you taste so good.”

Jude stood up, took Miranda’s arms, and placed them over his shoulders. She held on around his neck for all she was worth, her body still shaking from the sweet torture Jude inflicted on her.   Jude chuckled devilishly in Miranda’s ear.

“Think you’re done? Not by a long shot, baby.”

Jude reached down between Miranda’s legs and gently slapped her pussy. He moved his leg between hers and parted her legs. He moved his fingers between her folds where he found her aching opening and plunged two fingers inside. Miranda gasped and Jude began to laugh.

“Like that, do you Mandy? Let’s see if I can find that sensitive g-spot.”

Jude moved his fingers until he found the soft, smooth spot. He pressed it slightly and watched Miranda’s reaction. Her eyes grew wide and she had a look on her face, pleading for release.

“Oh, I do believe we have found the spot, baby. Don’t take your eyes off my face, Miranda. I want to watch you come.”

“I won’t, Jude…please, hurry!”

“Always in a rush…I aim to please.”

Jude pushed hard against Miranda’s g-spot. He thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy fast, eyes never leaving hers. Miranda’s eyes grew wider and she gasped.

“Harder, Jude…sweet Jesus, don’t fucking stop!”

“Come, Mandy…let it go baby, just let it go.”

Jude grabbed Miranda around the waist and held her against him the best he could with his arm between them. Miranda screamed and writhed against him, her arms clutched around Jude’s neck.  Before Miranda could get through her second orgasm, Jude stepped back quickly, unzipped his pants and took out his throbbing cock.

He picked Miranda up and put her legs around his waist. He grabbed her hips and slipped his massive hardness into Miranda. He fucked her hard, bouncing her up and down on his erection.

“This time I have to feel you come on me Miranda…I can’t stand it any longer. Fuck me…my body aches for you, Mandy.”

Miranda kissed Jude hard and tasted herself on his lips. She held Jude’s waist tight with her legs and began to grind herself against him. Jude groaned and collapsed against her.  With Miranda still pinned, he shuddered as his seed spurted into her. Again, Miranda came, this time with Jude, not just for him.

Jude looked at Miranda and smiled.

“Can you stand up long enough for me to put my pants putback on?”

“I can try…but, I’ll warn you, these shoes aren’t made for walking.”

Jude stepped back, pulled his pants over his hips and zipped them up. He gathered Miranda in his arms, carried her into the house and walked toward the study.

“I have a nice fire going and I have fabulous news to tell you.”

“As hot as the fire in your driveway?”

“Seriously, Mandy. What I have to tell you is going to affect our future.”