Miranda

Matt still seemed a little dazed as he read the slip, having to blink a couple of times before he really registered what it said. "Miranda," he eventually said, sounding the word out like he was relearning how to read. The brown haired girl sat up, excited out of her jealous staring by the sound of her own name. She probably should have been worried what this coming dare would have in store for her, the last two girls to be drawn had been spanked and ended up naked, instead she felt eager to be the focus of attention again.

Once Matt had read out her name he had paused for a moment, clearly still unsure of what to say next. He took a second to rub his head as he thought, scattering some of the clouds that had taken up residence in his brain when Sarah had patted his head. Out of the corner of his eye post-shake, he seemed to notice you. That quick glance apparently inspired him to pay his dare forward, much like Tom had done for him. "I dare you to sit on John's lap for the rest of the game."

You had to fight the urge to fist-pump at his words, or to jump up and high-five him. This was exactly the sort of thing you'd been hoping for, but you could never have asked Matt to do it for you directly. You would have to get him back for this, later. Still nearly bouncing in your seat from excitement, you turned to face Miranda. The slender brown haired girl of your dreams was blushing, but besides that she didn't seem upset by the idea. She was taking a moment to push a lock of hair behind her ear when she met your gaze from the corner of her eye, making her laugh and blush again. It might have just been you being optimistic, but even she seemed a little excited about this dare.

"Wow, everyone's being so generous, isn't that sweet,"Sarah comments, sarcasm dripping from her words. "Were you expecting some juicy drama or infighting from this game, Sarah?" Nicole asked, needling Sarah slightly since she was still a little butthurt (literally) about her last dare. "Nope, I have no problem with everyone being friendly," she replied, a wry smile on her face. "So long as you have no problem with me shooting some "generosity" Tom's way," she added silently to herself. If Sarah had her way, she would make Nicole sit on more than just his lap.

The brief conversation between the two of them had gone unnoticed by you, your entire focus was swallowed by the sight of your crush getting to her feet. Even with hands covering her breasts and genitals, she moved with a dancers grace, rising to her feet in a single motion so fluid and graceful it could have been rehearsed. Her shapely 36C breasts threatened again to spill over or under her censoring arm, bouncing slightly as she turned to face you. Her looking your way made your breath catch in your throat, and her stalking gracefully towards you took it away entirely.

Her steps were slow but they still brought her before you quickly, stopping just short so that her toes could almost touch yours. She stood with her beautiful face turned to one side, inspecting you out of the corner of one sparkling eye. It seemed like she was evaluating how exactly to sit on you, and you subconsciously pulled your hips back to hide your growing erection. You didn't want her to think you were a perv, but with a naked, 36C bust, long-legged, bombshell standing in front of you getting a boner was inevitable. Despite wanting to conceal your shameful erection, you couldn't stop looking at her. It wasn't just her tits and pussy, everything about her was too good to look away from, everything from her ice smooth stomach to her slender swan-neck was too perfect to miss.

Miranda smiled as you looked at her, mouth barely open in awe. It was funny how two people doing the same thing could feel so different. When Tom had been staring at her it had felt scary, intimidating, dangerous even, but with you it felt so different. Your eyes worshipping her body felt cute and charming, like you were lucky to be experiencing such a sight and you knew it. It made her feel like a rainbow, instead of just a piece of meat.

With that in mind, Miranda made her choice about how to sit on you. Still covering her breasts with one arm, she sheepishly shifted her hand from over her vulva. Involuntarily, your eyes dropped to that newly unveiled sight. She had a neat innie pussy, topped by a tidy triangle of brown pubic hair that looked like it had recently been shorn into shape. In the brief second that you looked before tearing your gaze away, you saw a definite wetness that made her lower lips shine and the tiny, hard nub of her engorged clit poking out form just below her pubes.

With noticeable effort you **** yourself to look away, glancing up to make eye contact with your crush again. If she noticed you staring, she didn't seem to mind. She simply put her hand that had covered her pussy on your shoulder, using it to steady herself as she put a knee on the couch beside you. Like she was giving you a lap-dance all over again, she straddled you on the couch, her soft body resting delicately against your own. She was facing you this time, making her tender pussy a secret nestled between the two of you. Sitting likes this exposed her ass to the room, but there wasn't much that she could do about that.

As she settled like a cat in your lap you noticed that she was warm now, her earlier frigidness erased completely by the heat of the game. More than warm, she was hot, and not just in her sexy appearance. She was the same sort of hot that Nicole had been when she'd straddled your leg. A wet, alluring, heat that you wanted to get deep into the source of. Placing your trembling hands on her hips, you tried not to think like that, but her riding you in a cowgirl position made that difficult. As you looked up her body, your eyes slowly tracing over her big tits that were still restrained by only an arm and now less than inches from your face, you vainly tried to think unsexy thoughts.

Any such notions of avoiding an awkward boner were washed away when you saw her face, her cheeks a delicate pink, her lips in a soft pout, and her eyes meeting yours with a smoldering look that could be either concern or excitement. You didn't want her to be uncomfortable, but if she kept looking at you like that then her seat would be getting a lot harder.

Sarah looked on at the pair of you with definite concern. You made a cute couple, which could complicate her plans. She still had a point to prove to Miranda about the virtues of getting plowed by Tom, and that would be difficult if she started going steady with you. Hopefully, she was just reading too much into it, and she was just seeing typical sexual attraction, and nothing deeper, Miranda was a beautiful girl who could make a cute couple with anyone, after all. Besides, she knew that you had both fucked other people before, if the two of you did actually want to get together one more notch on your bedposts probably wouldn't matter.

"Can someone pass me the hat?" Miranda asked quietly over her shoulder. Whilst Sarah had been thinking Miranda had obviously finished making herself comfortable. Matt got up and passed the hat to her, shooting you a thumbs up over her shoulder once she turned away. You could only reply to the gesture with a smile, your hands too busy gently caressing your crush's thighs. Miranda brought the hat down between the pair of you, awkwardly balancing it between your chest and her stomach. With one hand she positioned it, waited to make sure it was steady, and then reached inside. After a moment of searching, during which you could feel her fingers heartstoppingly brush your chest through the top of the hat, she withdrew a name.

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