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Miriam Cohen was gobsmacked: mother had arranged a valentine’s date for her. Not with a random young man, of course; rather, mama confided, in hushed tones, that David’s mother had confided, in hushed tones, “Doctor potential.”He was intuitive, recognising Miriam’s filial piety to the rigmarole surrounding a maternally arranged rendezvous on Valentine’s Day. And the well-judged gift, a history book, got her nattering. So, as she told her mother on returning home, her evening had been, “Nice.” She added, knowing an indulgent smile would crease mama’s face, that she’d catch up with David at the university coffee shop sometime soon.Settling into bed with her tattered teddy, Miriam lifted her laptop from the well-thumbed copy of Pride and Prejudice on her bedside table. She often imagined herself as Elizabeth Bennet; independent and sassy. Yet, she’d felt no Elizabeth-sized emotions, liking or loathing, on meeting her parents’ definition of a suitable boy; nice was as good as it got.Keira Knightley was Miriam’s favourite Elizabeth Bennet, second wasn’t even close. She’d discovered online a high-resolution photo of the model, Cassandra Leigh, who was Kiera’s doppelgänger. Opening that black and white nude on her computer, Miriam was again entranced by plastered wet hair framing Cassandra’s beautiful face. As her eyes drifted down to petite breasts capped with dark bullet nipples, Miriam’s index finger pressed into her mound. Scooping arousal from her folds, she smeared her clit with honey.Her other hand slipped under a Hello Kitty nighty. Cupping a breast, she teased the nipple, which bloomed into Cassandra-like hardness. She pinched that swollen nipple. Her mouth formed a perfect O. A bead of sweat trickled between her breasts. A blush materialised, vivid on her body’s damp sheen.Licking her lips, she wondered for the umpteenth time if Cassandra’s pretty pussy ever got as squishy as hers. Sighing brazzers needily, Miriam, curled two fingers into her opening. Sliding knuckles through the velvet wetness stretched her in the way she’d come to adore. As she began finger-fucking herself with deep scissoring thrusts, her thumb mashed onto her swelling button.Whimpering, her eyes glazed over. Her world narrowed; it was Cassandra’s fingers drawing those delicious sensations from her sex. Hips thrusting up drove her fingers deeper. Biting her bottom lip, she swallowed the instinct to moan. With a thumb slapping her clit, her body rippled and shuddered. A monstrous orgasm flooded her hand. “Oh God, Cassandra.”Panting, she once again heard what she’d begun to imagine were appreciative chirps and squeaks. She slyly glanced out of her bedroom’s skylight window at the bat who’d taken to roosting under the eaves. Giggling, she called out, “Happy Valentine’s Day,” before falling asleep.That date cast the die for Miriam’s university year. From time to time her mother set her up with boys of doctor or, at a pinch, lawyer potential. She pleased her mother by mustering sufficient enthusiasm to remark how nice her dates were. But, upstairs in bed, her teddy and the bat outside began to appreciate the contrast between inconsequential boy-dates and consequential girl-gasms.Miriam discovered it wasn’t just Cassandra who got her juices flowing. She came to appreciate the highways and byways of girl-on-girl GIFs, a delightfully diverse and sometimes perverse source of visual temptation. At university she spread her wings, joining religiously-themed discussion groups, where she started meeting, unchaperoned, those whose opinions her father would certainly say were well short of orthodox. In a pseudepigrapha discussion, she was as delighted as she was shocked by the state of her panties after a redhead called Lilith introduced herself. But, cuckold porno as the next Valentine’s Day approached, her mother, voice infused with worry, asked her husband if he feared Miriam wasn’t as enamoured by boys with doctor prospects from good families as they’d expected her to be. She was uneasy this might mean a gentile son-in-law.Miriam’s father, however, was more worldly-wise. His wife’s question had the words, “Enamoured by boys?” rattling around his head. He’d participated in a synagogue-sponsored discussion group on ‘Faith in the Community,’ and recalled the leader, Dalv Sepet, stressing the temptations the modern world posed for young people’s faith. Miriam’s father took Dalv’s counsel.“The internet’s where young people are alone, without guidance.”“Miriam’s allowed a study computer for university.”“Check her browser history. A pure history will give your wife confidence to push on with finding that suitable boy.”“It’s an invasion of privacy!”“Worth it to save Miriam’s immortal soul.”“And if she habitually makes impure searches?”“If Satan has planted the seed of sinful sexual proclivities in Miriam’s mind, our community’s conversion therapy programme is world-renowned for rooting out inappropriate thoughts.”Miriam was sipping crappy university coffee with David. Had her mother known another Valentine’s Day was being spent with the most suitable of prospects, she’d have been tempted to whisper conspiratorially about the match’s possibilities with David’s mother. However, a blossoming romance between Miriam and David would have been news to their friends. Likewise, their matchmaking mothers would have been surprised to see a vivacious, dark-haired, olive-skinned student sit between David and Miriam. And stunned when she kissed them; the former passionately, the latter chastely.David had a girlfriend. It was all a bit Romeo and Juliet; he couldn’t czech porno come out to his parents about Gianna. Her coming from a devout family would never be enough; David knew Catholicism was a bridge too far for his mother. Understanding those family pressures had deepened Miriam and David’s friendship. They’d become conspirators; giggling, she’d agreed David could occasionally drop her name into family conversations.Miriam adored how cute it was; loved watching Gianna and David’s eyes light up on seeing each other. Of course, she’d never share that most private of thoughts; she’d have loved Gianna’s gaze to focus on her. Sometimes temptation overcame her. Miriam hid her teddy under the pillow and finger fucked her pussy to oblivion while staring at a photo she’d taken of Gianna, eyes sparkling, leaning forward, emphasising her décolletage. Yet, after every fabulous orgasm, Miriam promised herself, never again. But, as Gianna-cums had become way too addictive, more intense than GIF-girls including Cassandra, that was a promise she couldn’t keep.Having done with coffee, the lovers headed off, jilting Professor Abrams’ afternoon lecture on Hebrew mythology, preferring to spend their first Valentine’s Day as a couple fornicating.“To some, she’s the original feisty woman. But, to others ….” the professor paused theatrically; smirking, she’d the pitch-perfect punch line for a Twilight-generation class. “To others, she’s the first vampire.”Having captivated her students, Professor Abrams foreshadowed her next lecture on creation myths. “Think you know the Adam and Eve story? Did you realise Lilith, not Adam, not Eve, was created first? But Lilith considered herself a man’s equal: no way she’d tolerate Adam topping her.”Miriam Cohen, usually church-mouse-quiet in class, intrigued by interrupting. “Lilith hankers after women!”An academic on the experienced side of forty, Professor Abrams had a penchant for mentoring young women, especially nerdy ones coming to terms with sapphic yearnings. But, supportive whispers in Ms Cohen’s ear were best kept for another day. She’d promised her wife to be home early for their candlelight valentine’s dinner.
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