Dares, and Miranda Payback

Everyone left at the party was tipsy as hell now, the shots and drinks re-starting their buzzes and the pot also taking effect.

It was John’s turn now that Miranda had done her Make-Out dare, and they were coming to the end of the dares in the hat. John ended up needing to do ten pushups, and for every bad one, or one he couldn’t do he had to take a shot. Now, Matt kinda felt bad at that one - John was still his friend after all, and he didn’t exactly want to see the guy die of **** poisoning. John was a tall softy; if Tom or Matt had gotten the dare it wouldn’t have been hard at all, and no one was likely to fault the girls for doing ‘girl pushups.’ It was pure bad luck that it had been John to pull the dare.

In the end, John managed six strong pushups, another borderline one, and he had to take three shots.

Sarah brought out more paper, and everyone went about writing some more dares. The girls were giggling to themselves, and Tom grinned as he wrote one of his. Matt, unlike the others, was focused. He was doing his best to control his **** intake because he didn’t want to pass out or go wild. He’d figured out a few ways to ‘rig’ the game in his favour. The first was that he was sitting to the right of both Sarah and Miranda, so any dare he gave that was ‘opposite sex to the right’ would send either of them towards him. If he pulled his own it meant he was doing something with Nicole, which would be a little weird like the butt-kissing, but whatever.

Now he started to up his game a bit, making things more complicated.

When the papers went into the cowboy hat, Tom drew first and groaned. “Shit,” he said. “I got my own dare.”

“Well, what is it?” Sarah teased him. “If you can’t do it yourself, you shouldn't try and dish it out.”

He sighed again and stood. “Alright. I have to strip down to one article of clothing.”

Soon Tom was down to his briefs. Matt had to admit, it was a good dare on the football player’s part. If any of the girls got it, the guys would be getting a show of something, but it didn’t **** anyone to be completely naked or get their dicks out.

Nicole was next and had to masturbate under her underwear for thirty seconds in front of everyone. She hiked up her dress again and slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties and spent thirty seconds making ridiculous, over-the-top porno moans as the rest of the group laughed. She even pulled her fingers out after the time passed and made a show of licking them clean.

It was Matt’s turn next and Sarah presented him with the hat, grinning and bouncing on the heels of her feet. She was clearly in a very happy state between the booze and pot, and he could see her nipples bumping her athletic bra.

Matt drew his dare and read it out loud. “Reverse Uno - Make someone else do a dare that you already did.”

“Oooh, that’s a good one,” Nicole said. “I’m jealous.”

“Well, there’s only one real answer to that, right? Miranda?” Matt asked.

She flushed. “Um…” The brunette glanced to John, who was sitting back on the couch with his eyes hooded and a sleepy smile on his face. “John?”

“Hmm? What? I’m good,” he said, blinking rapidly and smiling some more. He was zonked for the moment.

“Sounds like an OK to me,” Tom said with a grin.

Miranda stood, clearly torn a bit, but after glancing from John to Matt and back, she nodded and got a little steel in her spine. “OK. One song.”

This time it was her who took Matt’s hand and led him into the hall as Sarah and Nicole gave a couple little catcalls. She led him all the way to the study and closed the door, turning back to him with her back pressed to it. “Just one song,” she said again. “Fair is fair.”

“Alright,” Matt said and took a seat in the same chair she’d been in.

“And I’m not doing what you did. At the end.”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Matt nodded.

“OK,” she nodded, and went to the AUX cord in the stereo and plugged her phone in. She took a moment to search for the right song, then seemed to hesitate and changed her mind about what she wanted to play. She pressed play and Matt was immediately surprised to hear the strong chords of an upbeat rock song.

Miranda set her phone down and turned to Matt, swinging her hips quickly to the beat as she grinned and started to dance. Matt hadn’t ever heard the song that he could remember, but he definitely liked Miranda dancing to it. His eyes were glued to her as she turned in a circle, dancing in a bop along with the heavy drums and guitar, before raising her hands above her and playing with her hair for a moment. Then she lowered them to the strap on her summer dress and lowered one off her shoulder, then the other. Her curves kept it up, but as she kept dancing and spinning she slowly lowered it off of her bust to leave her in her bra. It was sturdy but still fancy, with solid cups to hold her impressive bust but detailed with fancy-looking embroidery. Her spinning was also lifting the bottom hem of her dress as she twirled, giving peeks at her upper thighs.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Miranda,” Matt encouraged her from his seat. “I love the way you move, and that smile… God.”

She smiled wider at that, letting the dress fall lower until it was hooked around her hips. She got closer to Matt and rotated, circling her hips sexily and pressing her ass out towards him as she watched him over her shoulder. Then, facing away from him, she reached back and undid the clasp on her bra and pulled it off, holding it out to the side and dropping it to the floor. Even facing directly away from him, Matt could still see the outer curves of her boobs as she lifted her arms and danced, her naked back writhing slowly at half-time to the music. Then she lowered her arms and, holding the front of her dress just above her crotch, and circled her hips around again until she was facing Matt.

Miranda’s tits were big and beautiful, with large pale areolas and stubby nipples that hard and just asking to be sucked on. Her arm position pushed her tits out even more between them, and she smiled nervously while biting her lower lip, looking at Matt through her lashes to see if he approved or not.

Oh, he approved alright. His cock was hard and standing at attention, and he just mouthed ‘Wow’ to her. She smiled happily and kept turning, and lowered her dress down over her ass, bending at the waist and teasing him all the more. She let it drop, giving him a long view at her naked, perfect bubble ass before she surprised him by stepping back and sitting right on his lap. She lifted an arm behind her, running her fingers through Matt’s hair, as she began to writhe her hips and ass against him.

At that moment, the words of the song cut through the haze.

‘She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end
You know what she is
No doubt about it she's a bad, bad girlfriend.’

Matt’s cock was wedged between her cheeks, but just as the song was ending she reached back with her other hand and felt at it through his boxers, squeezing the head and down the shaft.

The song ended and they both sat, panting.

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