Good, but incredibly not quite enough for someone..

Tom is the first to move.
He briskly brushes off Miranda, who was still sitting on his leg, and goes to line up in front of Sarah.

"H-Hey!" Whines Your crush from the floor where she has slipped off.

"You were done, right? My leg was starting to get numb ..."

No one should be really surprised by Tom's uncouthness, expecially her, but instead she stares at him outraged and speechless while massaging her butt.

You line up yourself too, picking carefully your place for last, next to Matt and farther than possible from the greasball.
Sarah doesn't lose any time and soon her cheeky hands are fondling energically your groin.
Something that would probably cause you a decent erection even if Miranda hand't just danced sensually in front (and on) you.

The inspection is thorough, accurate and, sadly, rigorously quick, leaving you longing for her warm touch.
She does the same with Matt, even if she could have trusted her eyes only, given that his erection has caused an evident bulge to stick out comically through the light fabric of his loose pants.

Even Tom gets the same treatment, while you and you best friend watch with horny curiosity.
Not for the asshole obviously, but Sarah is still shirtless and having her kneeled, feeling Tom up is quite an arousing sight to be honest.

"I think we may have a problem here ..." She exclaims calmly.

"What problem?" Asks defensivly Miranda with her arms crossed.

"Well you didn't got Tom hard apparently." Replies the red-haired girl shrugging.

"You are kidding, right?"

"Hey, i'm surprised just as much as you, but this's the situation. See?" Her hands glide on Tom's pants, her fingers outlining the contour of a pipe-like something down the lenght of his left leg.

"It's soft. Quite impressive, if i may, but still ..." She continues squeezing sensibly the cylindrical bulge in various points till its end, located roughly around half of Tom's thigh.

"So you weren't all talk after all, uh? Good to know." She adds looking up with a lusty smile and winking.

"B-But it can't be! I felt it! I mean ..."

"It's ok dear, who couldn't feel something like this? It's huge! It just wasn't hard though ..."

"This is bullshit! I really felt it ... it was rock hard a moment ago, i swear it! I did feel it, Sarah, i definetly did .... I-I cannot be mistaken." Replies Miranda giving her friend an implying glance.

"Don't know what else to say, girl."

"Hey, are you setting me up?"

"Who? Me? Dear, why would i? If i wanted you to undress i could have just dared you to do so, don't you think?"

Miranda seems to ponder her words, but after a moment adds "I still don't belive you."

"Fine. Go ahead, feel it by yourself. But know that : i'm offended by your accusation."

From the look on her face, your crush has welcomed the invitation like a jab in the stomach's mouth.
She makes a couple of steps in their direction but then stops and turns towards an oblivious Nicole, momentarily intent in checking her phone.

"I think she should do it. I mean ... i'm the one risking a penalty, i wouldn't be objective."

"Hmm,ok ... i guess." Sigh Nicole, istantly putting away her phone with disconcerting resignation.

With so much less hesitation that you would expect, your friend steps near Tom and does what she has been asked to do.

"Sorry Miranda, but Sarah's right, it's not ... hard." It's her dry response after a while, her cheeks of a vivid redness.

You crush is at loss.

"Come on girl, it's done. What other proof you need? You have already shocked our little Nicole here." Snickes Sarah getting back up.

Truth to be told, your friend is indeed looking a bit like someone who has just seen a ghost.
Tom on the contrary is internally jubilating, you can see it in his eyes, and his composure is only more maddening for you.
Somehow he managed to have all the girls feel up his apparently huge cock.

And all of them got affected more or less.
Sarah clearly appreciated it, probably already anticipating to give it a try, sooner or later.
Your naive Nicole, undubitably impressed, fallen in a contemplative trance.
Miranda was the one with the most elusive reaction.

Fortunately she didn't react like Sarah (it would have been really depressing), but she didn't react like Nicole either ...
She didn't react at all, which is somehow ... hinky.
Not even commenting the obvious when Sarah was pointing it. Why? Something along the lines of "Yeah it's a nice cock, pity it belongs to an ass like you, Tom ..." would have been just fine.
Her seeming lack of acknoledgement that Tom's junk is bigger (even if just slightly so ...) than the average (when it is clear that she, more than the other two, had the the best chance verify it by properly feeling it for what was an undubitably longer time), feels deliberate, almost like she wants to hide something.
Either she has seen ones even bigger than that ( and you don't want to even consider this option) or she already knew how well equipped Tom is (the dancefloor incident?), hence her lack of reaction.

You really can't wrap your head around it, but again positive thinking comes to your aid : she so disgusted by the person that she refuses to give him any satisfaction at all.
Even better : Tom is so far down on her bad side, that's she has become essentially blind to whatsoever quality the guy could have.

That's just so perfect!

Miranda reluctantly taking off her top, shakes you out of your little self-congratulatory moment.
Apparently the discussion is over and she has agreed to undress.
Harbouring an equal doses of emphaty and arousal, you watch her throw on the couch the white piece of cloth with a snort.
Maybe she can't compete with Sarah in terms of sheer size, but Miranda's breast is so perfectly round and well-proportioned to her thinner figure that she's a real balm for the eyes.
All around a solemn silence as fallen, even Tom is keeping is mouth shut for now, which is quite incredible to belive for you.
Instead of unclasping her bra, after a moment of hesitation your crush's hands move to her pants, unbuttoning them with involuntarily teasing slowness.

In her eyes you read clearly her dismay when she stops halfway of the zipper and sneaks to Sarah, leaping next to her.
You see whispering something worriedly in her friend's ear.

"Dear, what you expect me to do? We've set the rules ..." Shrugs her friend.

The sight of their naked skins touching, their breasts so close, Miranda's almost squeezed against Sarah's arm.
You crush silently pleads her friend with her eyes, her hands joint like in front of sultry Virgin Mary.

"All that i can offer you is to keep your bra. It's not much, but i don't see any solution, sorry."

Miranda bends down her head and sighs before shuffling back to her place.

"How could i imagine that you didn't put your panties on tonight, you little party wench?" Sniggers Sarah shrugging again with a trace of seemingly genuine sorrow.

You crush doesn't give time to her shocking revelation to reach the conscious portion of your brains and with a swift fluid gesture, pulls down to her ankles her pants, the elastic fabric still thightly clinging to her calves, and sits on the couch, leaving you with just a vague glimpse of a trimmed patch of pubic air lingering before you eyes like a flash light.

"H-Hey! Is it for real? Are you naked down there?" Snickers Matt with the incredulity of someone who just missed a show.

Miranda doesn't reply.
She's flaring up right now, both her hands covering her nakedness, her pants, still partially on, flopped on the ground.

"I really hate to say it, girl, but you have to finish undressing." Simpers Sarah, now with a less convincing dose of sorrow in her voice.

Your crush's expression is the one of somene who would gladly be swallowed by the earth right now.
Not able to object, even with just her body language, she lowers one of her hands and, struggling, starts to push down what is left of her leggings.

The group stares the comic scene with curiosity and patience.

"Can we please just go on with the game?" She sighs after kicking forward with her little sockette-clad foot her pants, which end up right on the small table in front of her.

"Yep, sure." Replies Sarah barely containing her sniggering while she hands her friend the hat with the names.

"And you can keep those ... if you want."