John (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

Miranda's eyes rested on the slip she had drawn for just long enough to read it, before they had flicked up to focus on Sarah and Matt again. Although Matt had given the dare, Sarah had obviously been the one responsible for the idea, a fact that Miranda was clearly aware of as she shot her friend an overly smug smirk.
Sarah did her best to return the smile as cheerily as she could, even as a small knot of worry twisted in her stomach. She had no idea what Miranda had drawn, but her friend was clearly intent on using it to get back at her. Maybe making her suck Matts tiny dick wasn't such a good idea after all.

"John!" Miranda announced his name loudly, making him finally raise his head from his self-pitying wallowing. Through his thick lenses he looked at his crush, a tiny twinkle of hope in his eyes as she smiled at him. "I think we should play some more 'seven minutes in heaven,'" she continued. All trace of morose resignation was gone from John's face now, and he sat up eagerly in his seat like an excited puppy.

"You, and Sarah, should have seven minute's of fun," Miranda clarified, making John's shoulders slump as he realized he wasn't actually about to be playing that game with his half-naked crush. The fact that he was disappointed by the prospect of getting close to her while she was wearing only nipple tape and a mini skirt nearly offended Sarah more than she was dismayed by the dare herself.

So this was Miranda's ****. Sarah was going to get a taste of her own medicine, courtesy of the fat lump John. Sarah doubted that there was anything the lame-o could do in seven minutes that would actually upset an experienced girl like herself, but she still didn't relish the thought of his clammy hands crawling across her flawless skin. Already, she was thinking of ways to minimize what she would have to endure.

"John was doing that whole "chivalrous nice guy" thing before, maybe I could just ask him nicely," she thought, as he lumbered to his feet across the room.

Unfortunately for Sarah, Miranda seemed to preempt her exact thought process. "Oh, and John?" She called out, capturing his attention before he could waddle over to Sarah. "I want you to really go at Sarah, y'know? Really ravage her," she told him, putting on her sluttiest smile to encourage him to **** her best friend. Sarah could tell that just the way his crush was speaking was already making John hard, and that he was taking her words seriously.

It seemed that she wasn't about to be locked in a room with a gentleman after all.

Locking eyes with Miranda across the room, Sarah made a show of sighing dramatically, but she didn't say anything. She had known she was playing with fire when she'd convinced Matt to say that dare, she just hadn't expected to get burned this quickly. Miranda just smiled back, more genuinely than when she had smirked before, so Sarah hoped that this would be all it took for the two of them to call it even.

With a final eyeroll of resignation, Sarah looked away and moved to get ready for her part of the dare. With one hand she flicked the blanket off of herself and tried to stand up, only to be caught by a bony hand on her wrist. A glance down confirmed what she already knew. It was dorky Matt, trying to hold her back with a look of pathetic fear in his eyes. His mouth opened to stutter something, but Sarah cut him off.

"It's seven minutes babe," she sighed, "you'll be fine." Calling him "babe" seemed to do the trick, and his weak fingers released their grip on her forearm. For a second it looked like he was about to say something else, but Sarah had stopped paying attention to him. Her thoughts were (like usual) all about herself.

She knew that John wasn't about to go easy on her, but maybe she could still use that in her favor. She wanted to ruin their friendship as well as cutting them out of her social life, what better way to make two guys fall out than to make them fight over a girl. John was already pissed at Matt about Miranda's blowjob, if Sarah made the feeling mutual then the two of them could go home friendless as well as loveless.

"Well, come on," Sarah shook her long red hair out over her shoulder, as she reached out an unwilling hand toward John. He didn't take it straight away. He, like many men before him, had gotten distracted by her boobs. She couldn't exactly blame him when the only thing she was wearing were two scraps of plastic, barely enough to cover her pink areolas, but it didn't exactly make her relish the prospect of being stuck alone with him.

Snapping the fingers of her outstretched hand, she finally got his attention, and with a blush he slipped one soft and clammy hand into her own. The thought of that meaty paw grabbing her ass or groping her perky tits left a sour taste in her mouth, but she couldn't put a stop to it just yet. Maybe once she got him to her bedroom, she'd set a few firm boundaries.

Hand in hand, she led him out of the room, ignoring Tom's snickering as she headed for the stairs. Before she could reach them, however, Miranda cut her off.

"Oh, come on Sarah," she sighed loudly, "do it properly this time."

Sarah and John turned back to face her, Sarah's hand tightening around his.

"What do you mean, Miranda?" Sarah played dumb, her eyes flicking towards the stairs as if she was considering making a run for it, but with John in hand, running was never an option.

"You're meant to do it in the closet," Miranda explained, pointing to the linen closet door across the hall opposite. "Tiny little space, nice and dark, close enough for us to hear," she giggled, twirling a lock of brown hair around one finger.

Her friend's explanation made Sarah's face sour, for more than one reason. Not only had she been hoping to take John to her more spacious bedroom for some extra control and privacy, she also hadn't wanted Matt to know the truth about her bending the rules. She had told him that they didn't have to turn off the lights, since she had wanted to get a good look at his dick.

Besides all that, she wasn't even sure if John could fit in the closet with her. The spare tire around his waist might shove her through a shelf if she wasn't careful.

Regardless of what Sarah would have preferred, Miranda had put her on the spot, and left her with very little wriggle room to talk her way out of it. Instead, Sarah simply sighed again and changed course, taking John straight across the hall and opening the door to the linen closet.

The room inside was as intimate and cozy as she remembered it. The rows of towels on the shelves on two sides of the room functioned as insulation, keeping things hot and quiet. For a second, Sarah reached out to yank the cord to turn the light on, before thinking better of it. If she was going to be up close and personal with John, then she didn't want his chubby cheeks and nerdy glasses looking back at her.

The sound of teasing laughter echoed behind her as she stepped inside, with at least Miranda and maybe even Nicole joining in on Tom's chuckling. Her grip tightened on John's hand again, this time drawing a brief hiss of pain through his teeth. Sarah didn't enjoy being on the receiving end of mocking laughter, and it only hardened her resolve to take it all out on Matt and John.

Once she was inside, she turned around to close the door, only to realize that John was completely blocking the way. Despite her misgivings, there was enough space for both of them to stand inside, although with only a little sliver of air between her smooth stomach and his fat belly. Leaning around John to give Miranda one final bitter look, Sarah regretted going inside first. Now she was stuck between a wall and a fat, jiggly, rock.

All four of them were looking at Sarah around the obstacle that called itself John, a quartet of different emotions on their faces.

Nicole was determined, one eye already on her phone, waiting for the instant the door closed to start the timer like the pair of them were inside a giant microwave.

Tom was just laughing again, enjoying the moment even as he crept an arm around Miranda's bare shoulders.

Sarah would have said Miranda's smile was fueled by schadenfreude, if she knew how to spell it. Instead, she'd just say she looked smugly happy about Sarah getting her just desserts.

And Matt, looked scared. The crease of that pathetic nerd's brow and the slight quiver of his lip, were the only things that soothed Sarah's irritation about the situation she was about to find herself in. Whatever she was about to experience, she knew Matt's imagination would make it worse, and the thought of him squirming and checking the clock for the next seven minutes brought a cruel smile back to her face.

"Get the door, John," she purred, loud enough that Matt would have to hear the playful edge in her always sultry voice.

The large lad obeyed, reaching behind him to pull the door closed, slowly shutting out the light of the hall until the two of them were left in near complete darkness.

As it swung shut, however, Sarah's mind opened with different ideas, so much so that a light bulb practically appeared above her head. This wasn't her dare, but she would still take charge of it.

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