Miranda

As Tom’s rolled up shirt drops from her mouth to fall loosely into her lap she reads the slip with a smile. “Miranda.” She announces, her voice sounding weak to her ears either from a lack of use or her earlier orgasm. Under the pretense of stroking her throat to soothe her voice Nicole takes a second to properly think. Although she'd only used Tom like an object to get herself off and you had no idea about it she still felt bad, like she had betrayed you by indulging in sex with your worst rival. Considering different ways to make it up to you she realizes that only one is really fair. But strangely the idea of Miranda fucking you didn't make her sick with jealousy anymore. Maybe she was still coming down from her orgasmic high, maybe Tom losing control and cumming inside her had given her a confidence boost to realize she was a sexy woman and not a little girl who had to wait for her best friend to notice her. Either way, she could stomach you fucking another woman, at least for tonight.

“Take John upstairs and fuck him.” She states simply, her tone betraying none of the short lived turmoil she'd experienced. "Whoa, Nicole, are you sure...?" You begin, but a firm grasp on your wrist stops you. Miranda practically yanks you to her feet in her eagerness and you can do nothing but follow, completely at a loss for words at this change in fortunes. Miranda almost skips past Nicole and Tom, not even sparing another glance at him or his limp dick. You were too shocked to thank her properly but that slack jawed look was payment enough for Nicole. As the two of you thud up the stairs Sarah rises from her seat. "I guess this means the game is over then Nicole?" She asks with a smile, gathering up the hat and a few empty cans. "Guess so. I doubt they'll be coming back anytime soon." Nicole replies, readjusting to be sitting sideways on Toms lap, draping an arm loosely around his shoulders.

"Hey, I'm still down to play Sarah. Just gimme a minute and I can go again." Tom argues weakly. "Shut up limp dick." Nicole replies, tauntingly flicking his flaccid cock. "Hey, my dick might be limp right now but you're going to have no tits forever, scrawny bitch." Tom shoots back. "Big talk from a guy who just came in my scrawny pussy a minute ago." Nicole answers, slipping into usual her bickering groove with Tom as if she wasn't naked in his lap. "You just surprised me, that's all. If I'd just took control from the start I could fuck you for an hour without cumming." Untangling herself from Tom Nicole gets to her feet. "Is that so? I'd like to see you try. Admit it, I'm too tight for you to last 5 minutes." She retorts, her burgeoning womanhood egging her on. With a glint in his eye Tom gets to his feet too, towering over Nicole as he meets her gaze. "Are you gonna be alright down here by yourself Sarah, I've gotta go wash some losers cum out of my pussy." Nicole says without breaking eye contact with Tom, the corners of her lips curling into a taunting smile as she speaks.

"I'll be fine Nicole, Matt should be back soon and I've still got to reward him for getting that tequila. Shower's upstairs on the left." Sarah responds, still cleaning up with a warm grin on her face. "Well, come on limp dick. This is your mess, least you can do is help clean it up." Nicole tells Tom, her eyes trailing down his body from his hard pecs to his soft, but still big, dick. "You'll be limping in a minute." Tom growls as Nicole strides proudly out of the door, chasing after her like a wolf on a scent. Laughing to herself Sarah continues tidying up, eagerly awaiting her own returning Romeo.