Gentle

Holding Mirandas hand in your own you briefly contemplate going forward with your original plan, forcing her slender fingers on to your dick. But when you see her face lit up in expectation, a nervous twinkle in her sparkling eyes, you change your mind. You've already made her heart flutter and ensured that she'll be thinking about you all night, there's no need for you to push forward to selfishly take what she might willingly offer soon enough. This is one situation where less is probably more.

With a final tender caress of her knuckle you relinquish your grip on her fingers. "That will be all." You state as charmingly as you can, marveling at the range of emotions Miranda goes through at your words. First a little relief as she believes that your intentions truly were pure. Then a hint of regret that this little tease is all she was getting, and finally a small but noticeable niggle of self doubt, that perhaps you would have gone further with another girl, that she isn't quite good enough. Putting those fears at ease you smoothly run a hand down her back and murmur in her ear. "See you again soon?" You shoot her your best smoldering smile as you ask that, making her blush again as she regretfully rises from your lap.

Glancing around the room you see Sarah and Nicole with flushes of their own, fanning themselves like repressed noblewomen. The two of them both look on jealously, seemingly wishing they could have traded places with Miranda, and maybe secretly desiring that they could have seen a little more action. The way they both seem to take turns looking at your cock makes it clear that while they like the lovey dovey stuff they do have other, more primal, interests. The boys however look less impressed, both of them sitting with scowls and folded arms.

"You're such a fucking pussy John." Tom sighs, rolling his eyes at you seemingly ignoring an easy chance with Miranda. Before you can even say anything Sarah leaps to your defense. "He's not a pussy Tom. He's a gentleman. Something you would never understand." She spits at him viciously. Tom just rolls his eyes again. "Sure, that's why you're staring at him like a piece of meat. Cause he's a gentleman. I'm sure his dick has nothing to do with it." His outburst shuts Sarah up and makes Nicole shrink down in her chair while you just glare at him before he continues. "John was a gentleman twenty minutes ago too, but none of you were looking at him then. Just admit it, size is all that matters to you sluts."

When Tom finishes his angry tirade there's a tense silence hanging in the air like smog. You know Toms just bitter and jealous, yet he's got a point. You're still the same John from before you got your dick out but now the way the girls are acting couldn't be more different. They've gone from treating you like just a friend to fawning over you like a sex toy. If the treatment didn't feel so good you'd probably be upset about it too. The cloying quiet drags on for a few more seconds until a weak voice pierces through it.

"Tom, if you're just going to be a whiny bitch , why don't you just leave?" Nicole asks, ignoring his argument to sullenly stare him down, even as she pulls her knees up to her chin defensively. Without speaking Tom returns the glare, the air almost crackling with energy as their two wills collide like warships. You know someone will blink first but you really don't know who. Nicole can be as stubborn as an ox but you have no idea if Toms as bad or worse. Maybe he'll actually crack under the pressure and call it quits.