Miranda

Much like before, Sarah allowed those sat behind her to get a peek at what she had drawn, the name of John's long term crush clearly legible on the slip. John opened his mouth as if he were about to say something to Sarah, but she announced what she had drawn before he could.

"Miranda, I drew you babe," she said, leaning away from John as she spoke so he had no chance to whisper any suggestions in her ear. Instantly, her brown haired friend sat up in her seat, an easy smile appearing on her face.

"Finally," she said, "it feels like it's been ages since it was my turn."

"Were you getting bored?" Sarah asked, cocking her head and allowing her long, red, hair to fall in front of Nicole's face, blocking her vision. It may well have been an accident, but Nicole was primed to believe that Sarah had done it intentionally just to spite her. Peeking through the red veil that had fallen in front of her, Nicole saw Miranda blush and smile wryly.

"If you were gonna suggest we do anything like my last dare, then no, I wasn't bored at all," Miranda said, harkening back to when Matt had dared her and Sarah to make out for the guys entertainment. "But if you had a more reasonable dare for me, then maybe I could be interested."

"Well you won't be bored with this dare," Sarah smiled, "in fact, this one will be a real handful." Nicole's rival allowed for a brief, dramatic, pause before she gave Miranda her dare, allowing for the anticipation to hang in the air for a moment. An anxious knot twisted in Nicole's stomach, one she could only soothe by sliding a hand across John to hug him gently.

"I dare you to sit between Matt and Tom, with your hands down their pants!" Sarah laughed, clapping her hands with delight at her own idea. With her arm across him, Nicole could feel instantly that John tensed up at Sarah's suggestion.

"Welllllll, it's better than the last dare," Miranda conceded with a delicate blush. She kept her eyes down as Tom pumped his fist triumphantly, but she couldn't help but smile as he eagerly jumped into place on the same couch as Matt. Between the two men, there was just enough space for Miranda to squeeze in, so long as she didn't mind bumping knees and shoulders.

Matt at least had the decency to look shocked, but he still scooted over to his side of the couch, making space for Miranda without protest. With a giggle, Miranda got to her feet, her eyes glancing from one man to the other as she walked slowly towards them. Every step seemed to sway her ample hips more than usual, but Nicole wasn't sure if Miranda was doing it intentionally, or if she was just imagining things.

As Miranda walked, Sarah dropped the hat back on the table, visibly satisfied with what she had set in motion. Just like before, she leant back comfortably on John's lap, only stopping when she noticed the stormy expression John wore. An overly quizzical expression instantly appeared on Sarah's pretty face, her plumped up lips dropping into a pout.

"What's the matter John?" She asked, swiveling in her seat to sit side saddle upon him, "are you really feeling jealous about those two sharing Miranda when you've got me all to yourself."

"Hey, I'm here too!" Nicole said, raising her head from John's shoulder to glower at Sarah.

"Yeah sure," Sarah rolled her eyes, "what I mean, John, is you've got a beautiful woman and a cute little tomboy by your side, why are you so hung up on the other guys getting close with Miranda?"

John's eyes were trained on the far side of the room as she spoke, unblinking, like he couldn't hear her. Miranda was squeezing down on to the couch now, with Tom and Matt looming over her slender frame. Even the average height Miranda looked short when crowded from both sides like this. Despite her lack of space, there was a smile on Miranda's face as she looked from one man by her side to the other.

Matt was still unzipping his jeans and undoing his belt, so Miranda turned her attention to Tom, who was sitting ready with his hips pushed forward. Since all he was wearing were his boxers, there was no impediment to Miranda's fingers as she slid them down over the bottom of his abs and under his waistband. Soon, her grasping digits made their way towards the tent in his underwear, and when they brushed against it, Miranda's eyes noticeably widened.

Nicole knew from experience that what he had down there was distractingly large, although she doubted someone with a bit more expertise than herself, like Miranda, would be taken aback by that. Surely, she'd seen or touched bigger. If the way Miranda bit her lip and blushed as she felt what he was carrying was anything to go by, however, then she hadn't.

The way John huffed and turned his head at what he was watching gave Sarah the final clue she needed. "Oh my gosh!" She said, in what Nicole saw as a very bad impression of someone being surprised, "you have a crush on Miranda!" Sarah had dropped her voice low, but if the other three weren't distracted by Miranda's salacious dare, then they probably would have still been able to hear. As it was, Sarah leant closer and dropped her volume even further before she spoke again.

"I'm soooo sorry, I had no idea, I never would have made this her dare if I'd known!" Sarah said, rattling through her apology at a rate of knots, almost like she had already practiced what she was going to say in her head.

Nicole could see straight through Sarah's lies, just like she had seen through that ridiculous tissue-thin bikini the big boobed brat had worn the other week, but again, John didn't see the problem.

"It's okay Sarah," he whispered, swallowing bitterly, "it's not your fault you didn't know. It was kinda meant to be a secret anyway, y'know?"

"Still, I feel soooo bad," Sarah said, stroking John's wavy hair with one hand. "Here, at least let me take your mind off it." Without another word, Sarah moved in John's lap, holding on to his shoulders for balance as she repositioned. One knee dropped on to the couch beside him, whilst the other flowed to the opposite side, leaving her straddling his lap. She was facing John now, her heaving bust practically smothering his face already.

"And now," she said, "the finishing touch." One manicured finger hooked the center of her dress, right between her full tits, but Nicole stopped her before she could yank that slutty garment down.

"That's enough," she said, holding Sarah by the forearm before she could unveil her hypnotizing body.

"What? Don't you want to make John feel better?" She asked with a smirk, tugging down threateningly and showing off just how deep her cleavage could run.

"Of course I do," Nicole replied bitterly, forcing Sarah's arm back up. Sarah might have been bigger than Nicole, but she was still acting playful, so the smaller girl was able to practically brute **** the taller one into covering up.

"Then why won't you let me give John something else to think about?" Sarah asked, giggling at the confused John as she tried to flash him yet again.

"Because, I've got it." Releasing Sarah's arm, Nicole quickly flipped up her own shirt with both hands, revealing her pale little breasts to John (or anyone) for the first time. Instantly, her crush looked still more confused, his dreamy eyes widening as they took in the unexpected sight of Nicole's modest tits. They were much smaller than Sarah's, only palm sized offerings, but they were firm and topped by hard pink nipples.

Nicole could feel herself blushing as he stared, but she didn't dare cover herself again. She needed him to look at her, and to not get distracted by Sarah's bouncy boobs. Slowly, John's jaw fell open as he stared at his friend's breasts, that were sweet and innocent as her.

"Nicole, why-?" He began to ask breathlessly, only for Nicole to answer his question before he could finish it.

"We'd do anything for each other, right John?" She said, reaching for his hand whilst still staring worshipfully up at him. Deliberately, she dragged his unresisting hand to her breast, forcing him to cup it. His fingers gently squeezing her boob of their own accord made her moan, her eyelids fluttering as he felt her in a way she had only ever dreamed of.

She knew this was really pushing the limits of plausible deniability for her having a crush on him, but she didn't care. The alternative was him being seduced by Sarah's pair of enticing breasts, and Nicole wasn't about to just sit there right beside him and watch that happen. Besides, now that she had gotten started, it felt too gratifying to just stop.

Sarah just folded her arms and pouted, too shocked that someone was choosing to pay attention to Nicole instead of herself to do anything. Across the room, Miranda completed the second part of her dare, sliding her hand down a blushing Matt's pants until her fingers found the base of his cock. Once again, she giggled and turned her head away, too embarrassed to look at Matt whilst feeling his cock like this.

When it throbbed shamefully in her gentle grasp, she bit her lip but made no comment. Matt looked flustered enough, with his cheeks bright red and beads of perspiration forming on his forehead.

"Can I ask someone to draw for me, or should I just grab a name with my teeth?" Miranda asked Sarah, forcing the red haired girl to turn in her seat and finally recapturing the attention of the other three. No comment was made regarding Sarah's new position, but the frown on Matt's face made it clear that he didn't approve.

"Yeah sure, you can have someone else do that for you," Sarah said, finally turning her back on Nicole, her scowl evaporating before anyone else could see it.

Meanwhile, Nicole yanked down her tee before anyone could notice, barely covering her tits in time before she leaned out from around Sarah. The taller girl on John's lap had provided her with enough cover that no one on the other couch had seen her boobs, but her nipples were harder than ever now, seriously straining the thin fabric of her shirt. Her heart was pounding so hard that she half expected to see that bulging through her t-shirt too.

That might have been a mistake, but it was exhilarating. Not only had John finally looked at her as a woman, his eyes lingered on her still. Just his gaze gave her goosebumps, and his hand resting gently on her thigh from where it had fallen from her chest made her breathing quicken.

Controlling herself, Nicole watched as Tom leant forward to grab the hat. The way he moved made it obvious that he was trying to rub his junk on Miranda's hand as much as possible, but she didn't complain. In fact, she smiled and thanked him as he brought the hat over to her. Nicole knew she should have been angry about that, in solidarity with John, but the truth was that she was excited.

If Miranda and Tom did more, then John would need more distracting, and Nicole would be happy to provide herself as the entertainment. Her hand slid over John's in her lap, as Tom dug into the hat for Miranda.

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