Down to check on Miranda and Tom

With images of Tom ravishing Miranda playing in your mind you decide you've left the two of them alone for far too long. You tread down the stairs quietly, as if hoping you'll catch the pair of them in the act, though why you'd want to do that you're not quite sure. Reaching you hall you continue your stealthy approach towards the living room but what you hear stops you in your tracks. Spilling forth from the cracked door are hushed feminine gasps and moans, like a girl desperately trying to hide her pleasure. Instantly you fear that you're too late, and what Sarah taunted you about has already come to pass. The idea of Miranda bouncing on Toms huge cock comes to mind as the only possible explanation, filling you with dread and another feeling you don't want to name. You creep slowly to the crack in the door, wanting to confirm what you feel you already know.

Looking through the crack you breathe a quiet sigh of relief. Miranda is still in Toms lap but his cock is thankfully in his pants. The sweet noises she is making are instead driven by Toms hands, one on her chest squeezing and caressing one of her boobs, whilst the other is between her legs stroking her upper thigh, trying to slip under her panties and into her honeypot. This would normally have been an infuriating sight, but given what you thought you were going to see it comes as a relief. Miranda is writhing in Toms lap under his ministrations, though if it's from pleasure or trying to free herself you can't tell. What she says next does nothing to clarify either.

"Oh, Tom" She sighs, a mix of frustration and desperation in her voice. "Please, just play with my tits." Tom leans forward, pushing his smirking face close to Mirandas flushed cheeks before responding. "As you wish." He mutters snidely into her ear, pulling back one hand from it's expedition between her legs and placing it on her chest, in symmetry with his other hand. Even though he's agreed to keep his hands in one place that doesn't stop him from moving them and he now pinches and squeezes Mirandas ample bosom with both hands to his hearts content. With this change the worst of Mirandas moaning and squirming stop and instead she sits placidly in Toms lap trying to control her ragged breathing.

When Mirandas eyelids flutter and she bites her lip you suddenly realize what you're doing. You'd been so glad that Tom wasn't fucking Miranda that you had forgotten that you were stood outside watching impotently while he played with her body. With a bolt of jealousy shooting through you, you throw open the door and march in. When she hears the door open Mirandas eyes open wide and when she sees you she gasps and tries to stand but Toms strong hands on her chest stop her. He pulls her backwards so she falls into his lap once more, her nude back pressed against his broad chest.

"Back already John? I thought for sure Sarah was dragging you off to have sex." Tom says mockingly, completely unashamed of the situation you've found him in, whereas Miranda is blushing deeply and looking like she wants to disappear. "Oh wait, let me guess!" Tom continues, playing with Mirandas tits even as he teases you. "You did have sex, but you came already?" He asks, laughing at his own crude insult. Glowering at him you sit in your old chair and growl in reply "Fuck you." Tom just laughs again and continues his teasing.

" Or did she not even let you put it in? I bet she took one look at your puny pecker and made you put it away." Before you can let loose an angry retort Miranda interjects "Don't be such a dick!" She says, accompanying it with an elbow towards Toms ribs. Her speaking up for you fills you with a warm feeling, one that is dampened when Tom retaliates by pinching Mirandas nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, coaxing an ashamed and surprised gasp from her. Tom doesn't let Mirandas blow or her words phase him however as he keeps talking.

"I wouldn't take it personally though John, that girls a real size queen. At least that's what I've heard, for some reason I've never had a problem with making her scream. Guess I'm just well endowed with luck." He speaks for just a few seconds yet he manages to be insulting, self aggrandizing, and corny all at once. You'd hit him if you thought it would shut him up. Instead you bite your tongue and don't reply, knowing from experience that when you don't engage with Tom he moves on to something else. The tactic works as you expected, unfortunately the something else that Tom moved on to was Mirandas boobs. He plays with them with a newfound focus, his squeezing and pinching seemingly calculated to generate the most noise from your crush who, despite her best efforts, is beginning to moan and gasp as loudly as she was doing before you came in. Despite this, she stays focused on her phone, copying your tactic and hoping that if she ignores Tom he'll go away, but with the sweet sensual noises she's producing you know there's little chance of that.

Sitting in the room is almost worse than being out in the hall. Now that Tom knows you're here it feels like every little gasp-inducing thing he does to Mirandas body is intended at least partly to emasculate you. Staring at your phone in frustration you consider texting Matt and telling him to hurry the fuck up and get back but before you can you hear footsteps in the hall.