I don't own Lizzie McGuire
The only thing constant in this world is change.
And boy, was Gordo glad about that.
Miranda Isabella Sanchez, Miranda to her friends, was back. After almost three years in Mexico, she's here, in the flesh. And Gordo couldn't believe his eyes.
He was staring at her smiling face, unaware that his mouth was wide open, like a starving wolf that suddenly froze to death at the sight of an ample sheep fiesta. He was obviously shocked and not just because of Miranda's unexpected arrival, but because of the way she looked.
She was wearing a black and sexy spaghetti strap. Revealing but not slutty. Her lean, smooth stomach was showing and she had her belly pierced. Her pants were tight and Gordo swore to God that he could almost imagine those sweet puckering lips of hers, warm, moist and eager to be free.
Curves, he thought. Yes, that was new, or at least, they were now more evident. He vaguely remembered the way her breasts looked that day at the beach, like a fragrant flower waiting for the winter to cease. Waiting for the right time to bloom. And that time had come. He also noticed her hips, now wider, backed up by her fine piece of teenage ass.
His heart beat doubled.
"So…," Miranda started after an eternity of silence. "Are you happy to see me or what?"
"Wha.. well uhh," was all that he could say.
Come on Gordo, speak for the love of God!
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and almost shouted with braying excitement more than happiness: "Miranda, welcome ba-"
She suddenly charged toward him, too excited to care. Miranda wrapped her arms around Gordo's neck, and her immediate effort caught him off guard. For a moment, she smelled his hair, felt its softness from her neck and hoped that it would last forever… just before they fell to the floor.
Gordo has always known that Miranda could be so rowdy in behavior sometimes but this was too much. Something about her changed indeed, he thought while struggling under her. He felt her whole weight on top him. Her warm, smooth arms coiled tightly around his neck and her breasts! So soft!
"Ok, that hurt Miranda," he said just to be able to say something. But the truth was he didn't want her to get off him. He waited for a moment to see if she would get off him. "Um, you can let go of me now, thank you."
And she did. Gordo slightly regretted saying that but he knew that whatever was going on was wrong. And the fact that they were in Lizzie's room, all alone, with him on his back and Miranda on her knees while pinning his waist meant disaster for the three of them.
"What's going on?"
Gordo and Miranda turned to look at the owner of the voice and saw Lizzie with only a towel wrapped around her. She was dripping wet.
Just the sight of his girlfriend made his eyes bulge out of its sockets and his cock rock hard. It was too late for him to realize that Miranda was still on top of him, and when he looked back at her, he saw that she cringed a little at his excitement. Excitement which only boys feel.