Miranda

Matt hisses as he draws her name. "I think we need to shuffle the names, stir up the hat the hat a bit" he says to the rest of room. You nod your head in agreement with him on this. "We will do that after Miranda does her dare" Nicole replies in turn. Nodding in agreement, Matt says "Miranda, I think John deserves a reward for....that, could bring him into the corner and make out with him as long as you like?", he pauses for a second then continues "And maybe give him a real answer?".

Miranda eyes widen and her head turns sharply at you. You look back and although she tries to hide her expression, you know her well enough to catch embarrassment on her face. "You can of course keep whatever you say between yourselves" you hear Matt quickly adding.

Still staring at one another, you see Miranda smile sweetly at you and walk towards you. She locks elbows and pulls you over to a dark corner of the room, hiding yourselves behind a few pieces of furniture and head-high shelves. As the pair of you walk over, you can just catch the other three whispering behind you but you are unable to catch any words. So you concentrate on Miranda, her beautiful face, the feel of arm knocking against yours, the smell of her perfume. Pity you can also catch the smell of sweat and sex on her. Against your will, you feel your dick harden at the thought of how that smell got on her.

Noticing your staring, she looks over and smiles reassuringly at you. Once in the corner, out of sight from the rest of the room, she pushes against the wall and holds you there. Softly tilting your head with one of her hands, she pushes her lips against yours and prods at your lips with her tongue. You open your lips gladly and accept it, your tongues intertwining as the both you explore the insides of each other's mouths. Dimly, you remember those lips and her tongue has only recently been wrapped around Tom's dick. You quickly excise that memory. Luckily enough, you can't taste any such 'flavour', not that you actually know what 'that' tastes like. Any leftover 'fluids' would have likely been washed down from the beer she has been drinking.

You wrap your hands round the side of her hips and pull her closer. The only protest she offers is to wrap her left arm around your head and the right around your body, her hands in your hand and against your back. Soon you are both grinding bodies against one another. Her breasts pressed tightly across your chest, you can feel her hard nipples sliding across as your both move. Your hard dick is pressing up against her pussy through her pants.

She stops and unwraps her tongue around yours. A moan left your lips as she pulls back. Is it over already?

She locks eyes with you and leans back in close enough so touch noses. All you can hear in your heartbeat in your ears as you stare into her eyes. She is beautiful.

Which is why you jump as you are startled when her right hand wraps around your hard dick. As your lips open to let out a yelp in surprise, Miranda locks lips with yours once again, trapping the sound which soon develops into moans as you feel her fingers moving up and down your cock. Her fingers moving rapidly, you feel yourself ready to blow in seconds. Just a second or three before you go, she stops. You let out a groan into her mouth but apparently this is where she will stop. She unwraps her tongue around your once more and pulls back. Giving you mischievous smile, she leans in to whisper in your ear "Thank You John for your lovely words" she pauses "But I think, we will take this slow. Can I give an answer in the morning?"

She pulls back, seeing your expression, she quickly adds "Is that just we are not really in the right frame on mind right now, you know we both grant quite a bit earlier in the party and soon we will both drink so much more. I might not remember what you said earlier past the hangover I know I will be having tomorrow and even if I did, I will not know how much of it you mean past the ****. So please, tomorrow morning, call me". The last one was a plea and although you feel almost heartbroken, her words do make so much sense. And as you reflect quickly on her words, it might not be a bad idea to not accept a date from your crush as she is being fucked enthusiastically by a guy you hate. Seeing you nod slowly, she smiles at you and plants a soft kiss against your lips, "Come on then John, lets head back to the others. Who knows what the others think we are doing right now". With those words, she heads back to the others leaving you to follow behind.

As the pair of you reenter the room at large, you see the rest of them minus Tom turns their heads ad they wait expectedly for the two of you to reappear. "Well you guys took your time" Sarah declares loudly and suggestively in tone, both her eyebrows raising a few times. Noticing your hardon, she grins and points to it. "Having fun were we John?" You smile back and catch Nicole quickly redirecting her eyes to your face. Her expression carries a one of concern and as you turn towards him, Matt carries one as well, combined with a single raised eyebrow. You shake your head but you give him a smile, lowering his and Nicole's concerns somewhat. But they don't ask any questions. Redirecting your eyes to Miranda, you notice her take a quick swig from her bottle before fishing a name from the pile