She was cleaning out her junk drawer when she found her old cell phone. It was the one and only thing that Bradley had ever bought for her. Unfortunat...ly it had broken a few days before he left her, maybe it had been an omen she had over looked, a sign of things to come. She couldn’t even call out anymore, the only thing that worked was the answering machine and it still managed to take pictures. She wanted to strip every trace of him from her life and she was ready to throw it away when she. Licking her lips, she felt her pulse quicken as she contemplated the woman's backside. "Hello? My face is up here," Candy demanded, her voice firm, "Where's the party, Miranda?"Almost jumping, the dark haired woman had a surprised look on her face, before she smiled, her cheeks blushing. "Ah, I'm the party," she said, "It's ah, just me." Really?" The blonde replied, her manicured eyebrows rising in slight surprise. She wore a light pink colored lipstick, which glistened slightly. Miranda stared. He took her by surprise but she actually liked it. she told me afterwards that she got his phone number written on the bottom of the steps so she wouldn't lose it.He fucked her for a few minutes before she began a slow build orgasm and then she hit it high and held it for three more orgasms before he came. she was moaning loud but with the music on so loud nobody could hear her. I was upstairs getting out more food and the pizza guy arrived. I asked if he had time to take care of a lady that. There was an odd tension in the air.It's hard to explain, but it was sort of like the first date anticipation you have the first time you go out with someone. Of course, this wasn't the first time we had gone out. Back in high school, she was my date to see R.E.M. when they were touring to support their "Out of Time" album, and we went to see Jimmy Buffett about a month before graduation.Still, there was no expectation then. Not from her and not from me. We were simply friends. Not like Leah.