Well, I finally figured out what I was going to do with this story, so now it will be easier to update. Another lemon in this chapter.
"Miley!" Jackson called from the kitchen as Miley was in her room, getting dressed.
"Yeah?" She popped her head out from the door.
"Phone's for you." He replied.
"Alright, I'm coming." She quickly put her shorts on and ran down the stairs.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Miley." Oliver said from the other line.
"Oh, hey."
"Listen, I was wondering if you would be interested in coming over to my house." Miley bit her lip, trying not to smile.
"Now? Or later tonight?" She asked, looking to see if Jackson was out of earshot.
"Now is good, but if you'd rather wait. . ."
"I'll be over in five minutes." She whispered, hanging up the phone.
Miley walked into the family room, only to see that Jackson was drawing a smiley face on his stomach- like he did when he was in high school.
"Aw buddy, I missed you!"
"Is dad at the grocery store still?" She asked, rolling her eyes at her brothers immaturity.
"Yes he is." Jackson said, pretending that it was his navel speaking.
"When he comes back, can you tell him that I'm at Oliver's house?"
"Sure thing, Miles!" His navel 'said'.
Miley shook her head, and slipped on a pair of shoes as she walked out of the door.
"You're late," Oliver smiled as he opened the door to let her in.
"Jackson. . . Don't even get me started."
"Don't worry, I won't." He said, leaning in and kissing her lightly. Miley smiled, and he kissed her again.
"So why is it that you wanted me here so quickly?" She asked.
Oliver looked at her, slightly dumbfounded.
"I'm only kidding. I just didn't expect it to be so soon, that's all."
"I had trouble resisting," He replied slyly, kissing her once more. Miley thought for a moment; he had the itch too.
She kissed him back, letting his tongue enter her mouth. Before a moan could escape, she broke her lips apart from his, and ran upstairs- for they had still been standing in the foyer of his small house- up too his room.
"What's with rushing for?" Oliver asked, fallowing her.
"I just can't resist," She replied, crashing her lips into his, sending both of them to the ground.
They continued where they left off downstairs, his tongue getting itself reacquainted with her mouth, and vise versa.
There were no hesitations this time. Miley immediately began unbuttoning Oliver's shirt, and he pulled hers off of her head. They crashed lips again, and Miley slipped her bra off- making things easier for Oliver. He gently rubbed them, the lower region of his body become hard and tight.
Miley tugged at his pants, only realize that he was wearing a belt, and Oliver left his fondling to unfasten it. She pulled them down- along with his underwear, and saw his erection, excited to fix it. Before she could, though, she wanted to let Oliver finish with her breast. He seemed to like tending to them first, before getting into the more intimate parts.
He suckled lightly on one, while making circles on the other. Miley moaned softly, and reached her arm out rub his chest all of the way to lower abdomen, and back up. He switched breasts, and she rubbed harder in his abdomen, close to hitting his erection. He stopped sucking on her, and she stopped teasing him. They began kissing again, having a battle of the tongues before Miley stopped and grasped his penis in her hand.
Oliver gasped, and she started to rub it and move it around. Miley was enjoying herself, moving his penis around in different directions, until he grunted- whether out of pleasure or asking her to do something else with it- and she stuck it in her mouth. She didn't suck, but instead just licked it, swirling her tongue around his member. It was only moments before he cummed, and when he did, Miley was more than happy to accept in in her mouth.
Before she could get up, Oliver nuzzled his head back into her breasts, licking in between her cleavage. Miley squealed, mostly because it tickled, and managed to push Oliver off so she could get up. He didn't stop to kiss her this time, but instead probed his index finger in her vagina, reaching her clitoris. She shuddered, and he rubbed hard on it. Miley continued to moan as Oliver did this, until he plunged his right index finger into her opening, where she pulled at the sheets of his bed. He then added his left finger, one going in as the other went out. She moaned louder before finally cumming, letting out a satisfying sigh.
"You know, we should do this more often." Oliver said, coming up and lying next to her.
"What, calling each other for sex?" Miley asked, laughing.
"Mmmmm, yes." He said, trailing kisses from her lips to her neck, and down to the middle of her stomach.
He lifted his head back up, and straddled her, waiting for the approval to go into her. Miley, however, pushed him over so he was sitting up, and straddled him instead.
"I think we should have some more fun with this," She whispered seductively, kissing him softly. Oliver raised an eyebrow, awaiting for what Miley had in store for him.
She pushed her breast up against him, letting hims suck on them for a moment before letting them drop. Miley then kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth, which Oliver took to happily. As they were forcefully kissing, Miley let her hips roll, sending a wave of pleasure up through Oliver, and a grunt to escape from his mouth. She did this through the course of their kissing, his member becoming more and more erect.
He finally stopped her, unable to wait any longer. Oliver flipped them back over to their original position and directly his penis went into her opening. He pumped in and out, speeding up as she bucked her hips up and moaned in ecstasy. Oliver grunted loudly as he went as fast as he possibly could, both of them feeling as if they would explode.
"More," Miley groaned, only to get a grunt in response.
Their pace slowed down as they both felt that they would cum at any moment. Olive plunged in once more, and ejaculated after about thirty seconds, Miley's orgasm fallowing.
Both of them were panting, tangled up in the now moist sheets.
"You're right, we should do this more often." Miley said, her hand going under the sheet.
"See, I was right. But maybe we could add--" Oliver gasped. Miley was stroking his penis, moving it in all sorts of directions as she was before.
"You kn-know what this is going to l-lead to," He said, holding in his groans of pleasure.
She smiled. "Why else would I do thi-" Oliver took his own hand and began rubbing her clitoris, swirling the little nub around his finger.
Be prepared for what's coming up next.