Number two

"I pick number two."

"I knew it, you are... wait... did you say number two?"

"Yep! I'm dying to see your tits... They seems so perfect under that shirt..."

"Oh... well, geeze, hmm... I actually didn't expect that but, ok... Can you leave now?"

"I don't think I can safely go out right now... How could I explain our deal to our little Nicole?"

"Point taken."

"I'll just go in the showerbox and close the curtain, will it work for you?

"Hmpf... I'll make do... Just hurry up now, please!"

"Yeah... I'm just wating for you to stop doing that and letting me go, you know..."

Miranda blushes faintly at this remark, it's like he's suggesting that doesn't want to let go his cock.

"S-Sure, there you go..."She replies withdrawing her hand, quickly starting to massage its sore palm.

You watch Tom, naked like a worm, reach the showerbox and enter it with his boner comically bobbing like a cane to the wind.

"See you soon." He grins closing the curtain.

Immediately you see Miranda unbutton her pants, she pulls them down with a swfit movement.
As she is about to do the same with her panties, you istinctively turn your head away.
There's something wrong about spying on her like that, you know it.

You look back inside.
She is sitting on the bowl, relieved, with eyes closed.
A ripple in the shower curtain draws you attention.
Tom is most obviously still jerking himself in the wait.

Miranda is done.
With the corner of your eye, you watch her reach behind for the toilet paper, then drying herself thoroughly.
She stands up, a slight movent to a side of the curtain prevents you from turning away.
You notice a finger peek out from it, pulling it aside of barely an inch.

The douche is peeking on your crush, is that really a suprise?
So are you, by the way, you realise taking a better look at Miranda before she covers herself.
The image of the trimmed bush between her thighs, manages to sear itself in you brain before she pulls back up her panties.

You watch her adjusting her crotch with you heart beating and your cock throbbing in you pants.

This is so worng...

"Ok Tom, let's get this over with..." She grumbles while struggling to fit herself back into her tight leggings.

The douche doesn't need wait her to ask a second time, he leaps out of the shower with one usual stupid grins.
This one says I saw your pussy even if you didn't want me to see, it's rather plain to see for you.
Not so much for Miranda, she glares at him with arms crossed under her breast as he steps closer, always shamelessly stroking his dick.

"Shouldn't you take over now?"

"Shouldn't I be taking off my shirt before?"

"I'll do that for you."

"That wasn't part of the deal Tom..."

"Come on, stop being so diffcult for a minute, will ya?" He says grabbing her wrist and palacing her hand around his cock before she could object.

They stare at each other in silence for a a few seconds, as to determing which of the two will give in to the other, then you hear Miranda snort.
She shakes her head and you suddenly notice that her hand has already to give Tom's cock slow, deep, strokes.

Without adding a word, he reaches for the hem of her top and pulls it up, exposing Miranda flat midriff.
He jerks it upwards, exposing her black bra, forcing her to let go her grip on his cock to pull the sleeves holes off her arms.

"H-hey!" She whines as he pulls the shirt over her head.

"Can you be a little more gentle?"

"I am being gentle. What's your problem?" Replies the douche finally pulling off the shirt and trashing it to the groung.

"Tom, I swear it, you are the worst guy I had ever let do something like this to me..." Grumbles Miranda with her brown hair all ruffled as she draws again her hand to forcefully grab his cock.

"I'm honored." He muses while reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.

You gulp as you watch him quickly proceed to drag its straps off and leaves it hanging around her arm, exposing Miranda's teardrop-shaped, symmetrical, breasts.

"Good God, girl! They're perfect, even better than I though..."

"Thanks, I suppose..."

You notice the embarassed silence falling into the room as pleasantries seem to be over.
For a while, you couldn't say exactly how much, Miranda and Tom simply stand there: her trying to get him off with her face turned to the side, him lusting on her tits, idle and dazed.
The thought of pulling out your own cock and start jacking off as well crosses briefly you mind, but you quickly dismiss it juding it too risky.

"Say... can I touch them?"

"Of course not, you still want to keep you dick attached to you body..."

"Oh come on, just once..."

"I wasn't part of the deal, Tom... Which reminds me that you have seen proabably enough..."

"You can't really mean it, Miranda... Come on, I feel I'm really close, let's not waste this moment!"

She limits herself to a faint sigh.

"You know what? Let me touch them, just for ten seconds... Come, on! Pretty please?"

You watch your crush rolls her eyes then turn to him.