John

Sarah's hand was only in the hat for a moment before it came out clutching a slip. She hadn't even bothered to try and fish for anyone in particular, since her immediate plan didn't require it. Using the direct approach had worked perfectly for making Nicole drool over Tom's erection, but Sarah was aware that the more she did it the more likely it was that someone would catch on. Maybe she could get Miranda to bounce on his dick by simply daring her to do "7 minutes in heaven" with him, but she doubted Nicole would play along afterwards.

If Nicole or Miranda wound up under Tom because of a lost competition, however, then no one could possibly blame Sarah just for suggesting the contest in the first place. That was what she planned to set-up with this dare. "John, I drew you," she announced, making your eyes go wide as you leaned around Miranda to look at her. It seemed like it was your lucky (or unlucky) day, your name just seemed to keep popping up lately. "But I've got a different idea, if you don't mind?" She added, your eyes narrowing as you wondered what exactly she meant.

Despite your suspicions for what Sarah had in store, you nodded your head anyway, signaling her to continue. A mischievous smile spread across her cheeks in response that made you question the wisdom of your decision. "Perfect," she grinned, "now I'll admit that it's pretty fun bossing people around, but I'm worried it might get stale and we'd run out of ideas if we kept doing it all night." You would have argued that having pretty women doing whatever you say would never get stale, but you kept your mouth shut and let her speak.

"Instead," she continued, "I want to give you a little challenge, more like a competition really. I choose your opponent and what the contest is, and then whoever wins gets to make the loser do whatever they want, AND the winner draws the next name. It's kinda like double or nothing, you get to give two dares or none." You had listened intently as Sarah had explained and, while the reward seemed minor considering you could tell anyone to do whatever you wanted anyway just by drawing their name, you had to admit that it could be interesting.

"Alright," you nodded, "What's my contest then? And who's my competition?"

Sarah smiled even wider at your compliance and slid off of Matt's lap. "This one's simple. An arm wrestling match," she explained, as she tapped her fingers on Matt's chest without looking at him. "Against Matt," she prodded his chest with a flourish, making his eyebrows raise in mild surprise. "Oh me? Okay," Matt looked quickly from Sarah to you, so taken aback by his unexpected inclusion in the dare that it took him a moment to realize he should get to his feet.

Beneath Miranda on the other side of the room, you were slow to get up too. That wasn't your fault, however. While Sarah had gotten off Matt's lap in an instant as soon as she wanted him to stand up, Miranda remained stubbornly seated on you. "Are you going to move or am I going to have to buck you off?" You joked, patting your hands on her soft hips. "Hmmph, I'd just gotten comfy, " she pouted, folding her arms across her buxom chest. As she looked down on you with her pouty lips, naked breasts, and a playful twinkle in her eye, you wished that she could sit on you forever. Sadly, that wasn't an option even if you didn't have to get up right now.

"This won't take long, Matt's a weakling," you reassured her, making sure to speak loud enough that he could hear your playful insult. "Hey!" Matt protested, weakly. "Alright, so long as you hurry back," Miranda finally relented. She leant her weight to one side of you and unstraddled her leg from across your lap, before leaning forward and bringing her face close to your own. To your surprise, her lips pressed delicately against your cheek. "For good luck," she whispered, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

With your cheeks turning bright red from her kiss, you finally got to your feet. "Where are we doing this?" You asked Sarah, while clearing your throat awkwardly. Having a beautiful girl like Miranda kiss you wasn't embarrassing, but you still felt embarrassed in an "aw shucks" kind of way. "You can use the coffee table, me and Miranda did," she answered, reminding you of their two bodies twisted together in passion. That mental image did nothing to help hide the throbbing erection in your pants that you had hoped would go unnoticed.

In an effort to conceal your boner you dropped quickly to your knees to rest your arm on the table, and as you looked across you saw that Matt had already done the same. "May the best man win, John?" He said, assuming the arm-wrestling position and flexing his fingers. "May the best man win," you sighed in response, clapping your hand against his and gripping it firmly. Small callouses on the inside of his palm grazed against your hand as you locked into position, reminding you that, while Matt might be skinny, he did still go to the gym on occasion.

"Ready!" Sarah announced from your right. You had been so busy setting up against Matt that you hadn't noticed her move to stand at the head of the table looking over you both.

"Set!" She continued, leaning forward and putting her hand on both of yours to ensure that you were both stationary and right in the middle

"GO!" She yelled, pulling her hand away.

In an instant you felt the strain in your shoulder as Matt pushed against you and you pushed back. Despite the increase in exertion, your hand stayed still where they were. Gritting your teeth, you managed to **** his hand an inch backward, only for him to push back and regain the lost ground. It seemed the two of you were perfectly matched for now, and this would be a war of attrition. You and Matt had obviously had an arm-wrestle before, but it wasn't something you did often and you hadn't had one recently, so this contest really could go either way.

The stalemate wore on in mostly silence, save for occasional grunts of exertion from you and your fellow participant. Both of you employed various strategies, grabbing the edge of the table for leverage or pretending to wane in strength only to push back harder, but none of them seemed to work. It was beginning to seem like the pair of you were going to be stuck there like statues until one of you got bored and called it quits.

Unless, something or someone else intervened. Behind your back, Miranda watched the match intently at first, but that initial interested had quickly faded away as the two of your strained for no progress. Now, partly to help you win and partly to ease her own boredom, she decided to give you a hand. With only Matt looking at her, facing toward her as he was locked in his struggle with you, Miranda allowed her arm to drop from covering her 36C breasts.

It only took a second for Matt to notice, his eyes flitting up to look over your shoulder at the perfect pair of tits on display. His hand already wavered on the table. Once she was sure he was watching, Miranda upped the ante. She shot him her most flirtatious smile and wink, her teeth grazing her bottom lip like she was already thinking about fucking him. His forearm dropped to a 45 degree angle from the table. Blowing him a kiss, Miranda spread her legs and parted her labia with two fingers, showing off how wet and ready her love channel was.

Matt's jaw dropped as the back of his hand slammed against the table. "YES! Winner!" You shouted, throwing up your arms in triumph while Matt blinked in still dwindling shock. You couldn't help but laugh at his expression, it was crazy that he was so surprised just about losing a little game. "Told you he's weak!" You added, turning around to face Miranda who once more had her legs closed and her arm over her boobs. “Well done John,” she smiled, your innocent crush once more and not the sexy temptress who had teased Matt into a loss. Seeing you celebrating, she decided that she would keep quiet about her part in your victory. Your triumph might be soured if you learned it was influenced by her shamelessly taunting and flashing your best friend.

Once John turned his back on her, Miranda shot Matt another gesture. This time it was a silent finger across her smiling lips, an obvious sign for Matt to keep quiet about what he'd seen. His eyes flicked from your crush to you as you gloated, oblivious. "Fuck yeah! That was close at first, good game, man!" John continued his good mannered bragging, reaching out a hand to help his friend up. "Yeah, good game, Matt answered, uneasily. "Guess you get to tell me what to do now," he added as you helped pull him to his feet.

"Ha, oh yeah. I almost forgot about that," John laughed, running a hand through his hair as he thought. "Don't make it anything too bad," Matt jokingly pleaded, trying to act normal although he was still thinking about Miranda showing off her pussy to him. Suddenly, John seemed to have a flash of inspiration. "Don't worry man, I'm not gonna tell you to kiss my ass," he laughed again, "but you can kiss Miranda's!"

That dare, unexpectedly putting Miranda and Matt together again after their secret teasing, made both of their eyes go wide. If you had known what had happened behind your back, maybe you would have been less flippant about your friend putting his lips on your crush's nude body, but you didn't know better.

"John! How dare you include me without consulting me first!" Miranda gasped, feigning outrage even as the corners of her mouth upturned.

"I thought you liked when people kissed your ass?" You asked, struggling to suppress a smirk of your own.

"Yeah, I do," she admitted, getting to her feet. Rather than walk all the way across the room, Miranda took two steps forward to be level with the head of the table. Her mischievous eyes twinkled at Matt one last time, before she turned around and put her heart-shaped booty on display. Between her legs, her cupped hand curled protectively over her pussy and hid it from view.

Miranda had already crossed the room and assumed the position, while Matt stood still blinking in surprise. Did John actually know what Miranda was doing behind his back? Were they both fucking with him? Or was this just a weird coincidence?

"Go on Matt, I won't be jealous," Sarah interrupted his thoughts, making him blink and look quickly around the room. Everyone was already waiting for him, especially Miranda, who shifted her weight from one foot to the other like she was impatiently twerking. Whatever this was, Matt decided it would be best to get it over with. Sidestepping around the table, he dropped to one knee and puckered up. Miranda's ass wasn't as big as Sarah's, but he had to admit it looked very nice. Firm, bouncy, and yet peachy soft. Like he was about to kiss a girl, Matt closed his eyes and leaned in.

This dare had seemed like a simple bit of fun to you, and you had watched Matt blush and drop to his knees with a grin. Once his lips neared your crush's ass, however, you felt a switch flip in your brain. Almost in an instant your mocking joy took a backseat to a bolt of jealousy, and you began to think that putting Matt anywhere near your crush's ass was a bad idea. When his lips smooched against her left cheek those thoughts reached a fever pitch and , without even realizing it, your brow furrowed into a frown.

Miranda tittered as she felt two lips gingerly brush against her ass before quickly withdrawing. She turned around to look at him over her shoulder as he pulled away, only to see that he was already to his feet and scurrying back to Sarah. The sight of his red ears over his shoulders did maker her laugh anyway, even though she'd been robbed of the opportunity to tease him some more.

Once Matt pulled away, your feelings of jealousy abruptly did the same. His awkward retreat back to his seat made you laugh again, and you wondered what on earth you had ever worried about. You must have had a bit too much to drink, to think there would ever be anything between Matt and Miranda. Shaking your head at your own foolishness, you turned to return to your own seat, only to be stopped part way.

"Don't forget the hat, John. You get to give another dare now," Miranda reminded you, sashaying past you back to the couch. "Oh hell yeah! I almost forgot," you said, turning around and grabbing the names. Miranda was waiting for you as you went back to your seat, and she allowed you to sit down before jumping on top of you again. "Is this the third time we've done this now?" You asked her, stirring the slips between your bodies yet again.

"Maybe," she shrugged, "now hurry up and draw, I want to see what sort of contest you can come up with."

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