Miranda

Shower with Miranda

"I drew you babe," Tom tells her as he put her name back in the hat. Looking at her sitting there half naked he smiled as she blushed and covered herself silently, one arm crossing her bra-clad tits whilst the other hand covered her shaved pussy. Reading her name his first thought had been to bring that stuck up bitch over to his lap and make her play with his burgeoning cock again. Despite his horniness, Tom was able to control his base instincts long enough to give that beautiful slut a less objectionable dare. He knew Sarah had a plan and that he would be best served by sticking to it. So, instead of having her rub on his big cock again, he racked his brain to think

"Nicole's right, sitting here all wet is dumb," he eventually states. "Take Sarah's shirt off too." That dare makes Miranda's and Sarah's eyebrows raise. Miranda had fully expected to be back near Tom, touching that bulge in his pants, or shedding her last remaining garment for him. Doing something that didn't involve him came as a shock to her. The dare came as a surprise to Sarah as well. At first she wondered what he was doing, but then she realized his angle. He was playing hard to get. He’d tried the direct approach with Miranda for months and gotten nowhere, this new tactic might work. It’s definitely thrown Miranda for a loop, her brow furrowed as she looks quizzically to her buxom red haired friend.

"Either that, or he just wants to see my tits," Sarah thinks, puffing out her chest a little more so that her wet top is strained almost to the point of bursting. "He certainly wouldn't be the only one," she smiles to herself as she steals a glance at you and Matt, who watch her bouncy chest with wide eyes. "Well what are you waiting for Miranda? I want to be more comfortable too," Sarah pouts, wrapping her arms around herself as if she was cold. In doing so she squishes her breasts together between her arms, making her already big boobs look even bigger.

"I'm trying to think of a way to do this without flashing everyone," Miranda sighs as she cautiously gets to her feet. "Don't worry, I got your back girl," Sarah assures her, standing up as well. Still awkwardly covering her nude nethers with a hand over her pussy and the other shielding her cute ass, Miranda shuffles toward Sarah. You watch her unsteady journey while trying not to stare, you know it's wrong but part of you wants her hands to slip and flash you a view of your crushes tasty little fuckhole.

Once Miranda is close enough to her Sarah reaches her hands around and behind your crush, batting Miranda's hand away to cover her cute booty herself. Of course, while still covering her friend's modesty, Sarah takes the opportunity to grope Miranda liberally. Like a baker she kneads Miranda's ass, filling both hands with her friends sweet cheeks. Miranda can only roll her eyes as her best friend plays with her body, a new pink flush filling her cheeks. With the two of them standing so close their bodies are almost pressed together, their tits bridging the gap between them and squishing lightly against each other.

"I told you I had your back," Sarah states, her face so close to Miranda's that she could almost kiss her. "Gee, thanks," Miranda replies sarcastically. With her behind covered Miranda warily raises her hands, her modesty from the front now only protected by her proximity to Sarah. As her hand pulls away from her bare pussy you have to fight the urge to tilt your head in an effort to get a peek. While you're still trying to get a glimpse into the shadowy area between your crushes legs, her hands have finally begun their dare.

Reaching forward across the narrow gap between their bodies, Miranda drums her fingers on Sarah's wide hips before tracing upward to the damp hem of her friend's shirt. Tightly grasping it she begin to roll it upward, it's wetness making it cling to Sarah's marble-smooth skin. Inch after inch of Sarah's unblemished midriff is slowly revealed, a tight hourglass figure with a perfect innie belly button like she had been hand sculpted by the gods.

Although Miranda is your crush, and to you she is the most beautiful girl in the world, even you have to tear your eyes away from her and look at Sarah as he main event approaches. Sarah's shirt has cleared her flat stomach and is now rapidly racing up the underside of her big tits. Part of you wants the ascent of Sarah's top to slow, to give you more time to savor the sight of every centimeter of Sarah's alabaster skin, but Miranda is in no mood to play games. Almost roughly she pulls Sarah's top upward, yanking it over Sarah's nipples and through the space where their bodies collide.

The **** of Miranda's upward pull causes Sarah tits to rise with her top, cresting majestically above Miranda's chest like breaching dolphins. Sarah's hard pink nipples are only visible for a moment before her tits fall back into their natural shape, resting once more against Miranda's own that are still unfortunately covered by her bra. Despite having only one bra between them it now somehow manages to cover four tits, and you wish even harder that that garment was gone. The sight of the two of them topless and pressed together is literally something out of your wildest fantasies, except in your fantasies there was typically more kissing and sometimes whipped cream involved.

While you wish her clothes away Miranda continues with her dare, pulling Sarah's top up as high as she can without her friend's cooperation. With her top bunching up under her armpits (which are, of course, also smooth), Sarah finally lets go of her friends ass. Grateful that the groping has stopped but keenly aware her behind is exposed and pointed at Tom, Miranda hurriedly pulls her friend's shirt over her head. Sarah reaches her arms over her head to help, but the awkward angle Miranda is working from causes her to quickly become stuck. Giggling with her top over her head Sarah squirms playfully like she was trying to thrash her way out, causing her considerable tits to become unstuck from Miranda's.

With wide eyes and a slack jaw you watch Sarah's bare breasts bounce, her every motion back and forth making them dance excitably. Miranda continues to struggle clumsily, trying to pull Sarah's top off of her, but you hardly notice her. Sarah's swaying tits, jiggling up and down and from side to side, have hypnotized you completely. When Sarah's body bumps into Miranda's her tits seem to nudge their bra wearing counterparts, almost inviting them to come dance too. In response Miranda's 36C breasts bounce briefly in her bra, either halfheartedly joining in or wishing they could play freely too if it weren't for the clothing in the way.

You're so entranced that you only notice that Sarah has freed her head when her long red hair cascades down her shoulders to rest partway down her shoulders. "There, done," Miranda states, dismissively tossing Sarah's wet top down on the coffee table. "Mmph, thank you. Much more comfortable," Sarah giggles, sweeping a lock of red hair off her face as she steps back. Without an ounce of shame Sarah bares her chest, her tits resting in teardrop shapes with her nipples pointing almost straight ahead. Now completely uninhibited by Miranda's body you see Sarah's breasts rise and fall slightly with her every breath, that gentle sight captivating you almost as much as their wild bouncing.

When Miranda had discarded Sarah's shirt she hastily hurried to cover herself again, glancing quickly around herself to check no one had gotten a glimpse of her tender regions. To her surprise however, no one was looking. Even when she'd glanced over her shoulder at Tom, who she was sure would be staring at her bare ass since Sarah left it uncovered, wasn't looking at her. He, along with every other man in the room, was staring at Sarah's tits.

"Guess it's my turn now?" Miranda announces, looking around again. "Yes of course. Help yourself," Sarah says, gesturing to the hat on the table as she sits back down. Every eye remains on her as she retakes her seat, her big tits still commanding everyone's attention. Even Nicole looks at her, although she seems more jealous than aroused. Bending down low to grab the hat, Miranda has to remove her hand from censoring her behind to pick it up. She's certain that flashing her ass and potentially her pussy like that will draw some spectators so she rushes to straighten up when she has the hat, but still no one is looking at her.

While Miranda had "accidentally" shown off her pussy and ass, Sarah had taken the opportunity to pick up the towel from the table where Tom had put it down. Delicately, she sponged the remaining dampness off her tits and practically groped herself with the fluffy cotton, making sure to sigh pleasurably once she was done. Frowning at her friend Miranda stomped back to her seat, only barely bothering to hold the hat in front of her naked pussy before sitting down and crossing her legs. With confused irritation Miranda stirred the slips in the hat in sharp movements before drawing a name.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you did the sequel is already available to Patrons on my Patreon page. Over there Miranda has decided to reclaim a portion of the spotlight from Sarah, and she's going to use whoever she draws to do it.

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