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Still obviously perturbed by the lack of attention she was receiving, Miranda reached into the hat to pull out a name. John. Perfect. Miranda knew you could always be counted on to fawn over her, even if she didn't know the true extent of your feelings. "John," she announced, pleased to see you instantly respond to her calling your name like a well trained hound. With your whole attention trained on and reinvigorating her, Miranda took a moment to think of a dare. As much as she didn't want to openly say that she wanted attention, she did still want attention. Following your wandering eyes down to her own buxom chest, Miranda came up with a dare that should certainly get her some.

"I want you to take my bra off."

Your eyes went wide when you heard those words, your ears filling with a distant ringing sound. This was exactly the sort of thing you'd hoped would happen when this game had started. It was so perfect, in fact, that you scarcely believe what you had been told. It was only when Miranda swept her long brown hair off her shoulders invitingly that you realized you had heard correctly. Looking at her soft, white bust, filling out and contrasting pleasantly with her lacey black bra, you take a steadying breath. Too happily shocked to really believe it, you get to your feet and pad toward your waiting crush.

Miranda smiled at your reaction. That kind of complete awe was exactly what she wanted to see, and exactly what she felt like she needed. It wasn't fair, after all, that all the boys should be slobbering over Sarah's big tits whilst Miranda's sexy 36C ones were right there. She deserved some attention too. As she waits for you to get over to her Miranda folds her arms under her boobs, squeezing them together and pushing them upwards to make them even more inviting. The blush that fills your cheeks as you approach proves that it worked, bringing a satisfied smile to her beautiful face.

As you step close to Miranda you're not sure what you should look at, her beaming face, or her burgeoning breasts. Your heart skips a beat as she stands up, your eyes locking until hers are almost level with yours. She was only a couple of inches shorter than you, the perfect height to cup her chin and kiss her if only that was your dare. Instead your eyes trail away from her plump lips, down her slender neck, to the two soft pillows that sit comfortably on her chest. This might be the only chance you get to stare at them so openly, so you try your best to commit her perfectly proportioned bust to memory.

A giggle from Miranda forces your eyes back up, meeting her own again that sparkle as she grins at your awe. You return the smile weakly, whilst being very glad that staring at her tits has earned a positive reaction. Taking a deep breath you reach around her back, your hands unsteady as they trace gently over her unblemished skin. Her body feels warm to the touch, and so soft that she must caress every inch of herself with coconut oil. Finding her bra straps you glide your index fingers along them like train tracks until they crash in the middle on the little bump that must be their latch.

Before you can even begin to undo it your train of pleasant thought is interrupted. "Do you even know how to take a girls bra off, John?" Tom mocks you, pulling your eyes off of Miranda to glare at him. "Shut up Tom," you simply reply, whilst gingerly exploring the fastening with your fingertips. For a heart stopping moment you fumble with it, and worry that everyone might notice your nerves, but then you finally unhook it. Now unfastened, her bra instantly slips a little down her shoulders, her breasts falling toward their natural position whilst Miranda lets out a quiet breath of relief.

Your hands are even less steady now as you reach up to where Miranda's bra straps rest on her delicate shoulders. It only takes the slightest touch to push them further down, slowly unveiling more and more of your crushes 36C breasts. When a teasing push brings the outer edge of her pink areolas into view, you can't resist anymore. Like ripping open the curtains on a sunny morning you shove her straps clean off her shoulders, liberating her bouncy tits and drawing a gasp of surprise from Miranda. As her bra plummets to the ground you stare at Miranda's breasts as they fall naturally into shape, still looking soft, perky, and eminently grabbable, even without that piece of underwear.

"Woah," Miranda gasps, now completely nude and with only one hand covering her wet pussy. "I didn't know you had it in you John!" She purrs, her other hand going to her neck in an expression of minor shock. You don't respond, you're still too busy staring at her soft tits and hard nipples that she hasn't even attempted to cover yet. "Like what you see John?" Miranda giggles, finally causing you to blink. "Oh, sorry, sorry," you murmur, quickly looking away. "It's okay," she laughed again. "I wouldn't have asked you to take it off if I didn't want you to look. With her permission you go back to looking, part of you wanting to touch her again now that she's completely naked.

Miranda drinks in your attention like a flower drinks in the sun, finally feeling like she's getting the proper attention she deserves. When she glances around, however, she's peeved to see that Sarah is still hogging everyone else's attention. The busty red haired girl plays innocent, only having a sip of her drink, but the boys see it differently. Intently they watch her wrap her pouty lips around her straw, suck on it purposefully with half-lidded eyes, before pulling her mouth back and letting out a sigh of pure satisfaction, all while her big tits rise and fall on her chest with every breath. The sight seems to have completely captivated Tom and Matt, who only look at Miranda's tits for short moments before looking back at Sarah. If Miranda knew that Matt had a crush on Sarah then maybe her feelings would have been mitigated, but as it was she was still vexed.

"Well, it's your turn now John," Miranda tells you in clipped tones, making you worry that despite her permission you had been staring at her chest for too long. "Yeah, right, of course," you answer, hurriedly moving to grab the hat off the table as your face turns red. As you stoop down to grab the hat Miranda turns her back on you to walk back to her seat, exposing her naked ass to you. For whatever reason Miranda isn't covering her butt, maybe because the hand that was doing it has now been promoted to hide her chest from Tom, so now you get an unrestricted view of her cute booty. It flexes and bounces with every step she takes, and as her hips sway across the room you can't help but imagine how it would feel to cup a handful of that.

When Miranda turns to sit down again you quickly look away, not wanting to look like even more of a perv. Instead you busy yourself with the hat, picking it up and stuffing your hand inside to draw a name whilst still standing in the middle of the room.

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