Matt, and it's a contest

Miranda clamped her knees tightly to John's sides as she leant back to grab the hat, her lithe body straining beautifully as she stretched. Reaching fingertips found the hat's brim and tugged it into proper grasping range, allowing her lift it upward as she smoothly turned to face John again. His eyes had been glued to her 36C breasts as she moved, her stretching and contorting making them shift and bounce in ways that he had never seen before.

The unexpected impact of the hat in his lap, brushing against his twitching dick as it fell, nearly made him burst. As it was, he had to grip his crush's thighs yet again to keep control of himself, before looking up to her symmetrical face with pitiable eyes. "Oops," she shrugged, the corners of her mouth upturning in a playful smile. Her lack of care for John's edgy predicament was exemplified as she reached into the hat, her forearm brushing heedlessly against the tip of his erection and collecting a streak of precum.

A few seconds after reaching in, Miranda produced another slip from the hat, holding up between herself and John. Through the paper and backwards, John tried to read what was written on it, but before he could, Miranda read aloud "Matt." Her focus rose from the paper to meet John's face again, a twinkle in her eyes that seemed to ask if he had any ideas. A quick shake of the head was his reply. Matt seemed to have everything he wanted right now, with his nude crush in his lap, and all over him. John's help was unnecessary.

A shrug from his shoulders threw the question back to Miranda, asking her if there was anything she wanted to do. Miranda fiddled with the slip between her fingers and allowed her eyes to wander as she thought. Right now she had John's undivided attention, so she didn't feel like she needed anything from Matt, and she also had no reason to want **** against him or anything like that. She could just give him a fun dare, or something different.

"Something different" gave her an idea.

"Got it," she mouthed to John, giving him a wink as she let go of the slip and allowed it to flutter back into the hat with the others. She took the hat with her as she turned around, returning it to the table as she looked over her shoulder towards Matt. He and Sarah had briefly stopped kissing and fondling each other to hear Miranda's dare, their waiting eyes on her as they held each other close.

"Alright, this one's another contest for you, boytoy," Miranda told him, smiling as he blushed at the nickname she'd given him. Based on the way Sarah couldn't keep her hands from playing with him, boytoy certainly seemed like an appropriate moniker. "Well, it's kind of a contest," she clarified, making Matt's brow furrow.

"You have to do something to Sarah that no one has ever done to her before. If you do it, you win. If someone has done it to Sarah before, you lose and she wins." Matt nodded his head as he listened to the explanation, his thoughts obviously already racing. "By "something" I'm guessing you mean something sexual?" Sarah asked as Matt thought.

"Mmhmm," Miranda nodded.

"And you're implying that I must have done soooo many different sexual acts that Matt won't be able to think of one I haven't done? Because I'm such a slut?" Sarah continued her questioning, already sounding offended.

"Uh-huh," Miranda agreed again.

"Okay, just checking," Sarah laughed, her icy demeanor melting in an instant. "Good luck, Matt!" She added tussling his hair as she leant on his shoulder again. According to the rumors John knew, there were things Matt could do to Sarah with five dicks and a massage table that she had already done before, he had to pity his friend's odds.

Beneath the jovial Sarah, Matt's features were stormy and conflicted. It looked like he had an idea, but he had to muster up the courage to go through with it. John wondered what kind of lewdness he had in mind, what unimaginable debauchery he had spawned from his darkest thoughts. "Sarah," Matt said her name with a quiet seriousness, like he was about to give her some terrible news.

When she turned to him, her smile twitched and faltered for a second, as if she too was concerned about what he had in store for her. With deliberate care, Matt took her face in both hands, gently cupping her soft cheeks. Their eyes met silently as Sarah's widened in confusion, only to be met by Matt's sincere resolve. Matt took a deep breath in as he looked at her, steeling his resolve.

"I love you," the words left his lips in an understated murmur, but they reverberated throughout the quiet room like a ringing bell. Before she could say anything, Matt shut his eyes and leaned in, pressing his lips against her own. It was a deep, breathtaking, marriage-sealing kiss, that made Sarah's eyes widen in shock before slamming shut. If she wasn't already sitting down, the kiss would have swept her off her feet. As it was, Matt leant her backward until her long hair trailed on the carpet, their lips locking all the while.

After so long that John didn't know how they hadn't ran out of breath, Matt finally pulled Sarah back upright. Their lips parted as they moved back to verticality, but their faces remained close together. Sarah seemed stunned as she stared into her partner's eyes, blinking in the light like she was seeing him for the first time. "So, has anyone ever done that to you before?" He asked, tracing one finger down the side of her flushed face.

Sarah wet her lips before she spoke, her eyes darting away from his. "Okay, someone has done that before," she conceded, and Matt's shoulders slumped. "But no one has ever done that so well," she added grabbing his head and forcing his chin up to kiss her again. she kissed him with almost as much passion as he'd kissed her, forcing him back against the couch as she threw her arms around him and pushed her soft breasts against his chest.

"Someone's done that before?" John asked, an incredulous inflection in his voice as he watched them make out again. "Oh yeah," Miranda replied, "loads of guys have told Sarah they love her, she usually doesn't let them stick around for long after that." Looking across the room at Sarah tightly embracing Matt while her lips locked with his, it didn't seem that Matt was going anywhere anytime soon.

After a long time, during which John couldn't help but admire the curve of Sarah's ass as she leant over Matt, Sarah finally broke the kiss. They both looked love-drunk as they sat up for the second time, their hands all over each other as they giggled between themselves. Matt brazenly grabbed Sarah's soft ass, his fingers sinking decadently into her plush posterior. "Ooh, naughty boy," Sarah giggled, before pulling Matt in so he could kiss at her neck.

It was like the two of them had forgotten all about the game, and now they were only interested in playing with each others bodies. Sarah was still sat on Matt sideways, but John wouldn't have been surprised at all if she'd switched to straddling him and started riding him right there. It was only Miranda pointedly clearing her throat that brought the two of them to a halt.

"So, you won then Sarah?" She asked, folding her arms across her 36C breasts. "Oh yeah, I'm a winner," Sarah laughed, hugging Matt tightly again. "So you've got to give Matt a forfeit," Miranda lead her friend through it in an exasperated tone. "Oh," Sarah replied, "right." She didn't sound enthused by the prospect of punishing Matt, and she looked over him with pitying eyes. When Matt returned her gaze, however, Sarah's eyes lit up in excitement.

"Matt, your forfeit is; you have to do that whenever I ask," she announced, already smiling to herself. "What? Do what?" Matt asked, looking up at her questioningly. "What you did for the dare," she answered, "when I say 'do it', you do it."

He began to argue, "but what i-"

"Do it," Sarah cut him off. Like a sleeper agent, he stopped mid word. "His hands went to her cheeks again, their eyes met in a spark, he almost pressed his forehead against her own. "I love you," he said again, with the same impenetrable intensity as before. Once more their lips met in a abyssally deep kiss, tilting Sarah's whole body backward in passion. When they sat up, Sarah repeated herself, "do it."

Matt murmured it more quickly this time, and kissed her faster too. Again, Sarah repeated herself, and again Matt obeyed, faster and faster. Soon the words "do it" and "I love you" were separated by only the tiniest of pecks. They were like mating birds in the dawn chorus, with a call and counter call that echoed back and forth seemingly endlessly.

When they just went back to kissing again, Miranda turned over her shoulder to roll her eyes at John, who responded with a weak laugh and a smile. Who knew Sarah had such a lovey-dovey sentimental streak. Miranda clearing her throat wasn't enough the second time, and she had to resort to picking the hat back up again and throwing it on the couch beside them.

The sudden thud so close by finally snapped them out of their recursive loop, making both of them look over to the source of the sudden disturbance. "You've got to draw a name too, then you can go back to playing with your boytoy," Miranda told them. Matt blushed and smiled at his nickname again, while Sarah obeyed her friend's words with a sigh

She took the hat that was offered her, alongside a deep breath in through her nose. She had gotten so carried away by Matt that she had almost forgotten her plan. He was just so charming, and his eyes were so expressive, and he was such a good kisser, and he'd sounded so genuine when he'd said "I love you" that Sarah had almost believed it for a second.

Pinching her thigh, Sarah chided herself for getting so carried away. There would be time to play with Matt later. Lots of time. She needed to follow through with her plan, now. She might never get another chance to show Miranda and Nicole what they were missing, whilst also bringing them down to her level. Once they had seen the virtues of getting with Tom, she would see what "virtues" Matt could bring her.

Putting one hand in the hat, she looked up at Matt and whispered one last time; "do it." A wry smile spread on his lips before he whispered back "I love you," then his lips met hers again in a stealthy smooch. With that brush on her lips for good luck, Sarah plunged a hand into the hat.

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