John?

“John?” Nicole absently blinks a couple of times, as if speaking your name for the first time.

Nicole takes a couple of deep breaths and begins to calm down; her arousal is still sharp, and it’s hard for her to think.

“Are you okay, Nicole?” You ask. Nicole snaps out of her malaise, smiles and begins to chuckle nervously.

“Oh, John. I really appreciate that you tried helping with the ‘reveal secret’ dare. You're always looking out for me. Now I finally have the power to help.”

Despite the quivering of arousal and high-adrenaline embarrassment, Nicole is staring yet again. She is eyeing first you, then Miranda. The sudden feeling of anxiety hits. She’s planning on giving you a sexual dare, with Miranda! Nicole doesn't know anything about your dare...

You stammer, “Oh, r-really, you d-don’t-”

“Please, John, let me finish.”

Nicole breathes deep, closes her eyes, and stops quivering upon exhale.

“John, you and Miranda have come the least out of all of us. So why don’t you lay Miranda down on the couch and do whatever you want to her? At least, until my timer goes off. That’s my dare.” Nicole finally opens her eyes, but avoids everyone's gaze.

Your heart freezes: Tom is scribbling something down on the notepad. He passes it to Nicole.

“Tom asks ‘How long does John get to fuck Miranda?’" Nicole gets another quick shiver, before she stops and smiles in decision. "I have a secret alarm on my phone, and you won't know how long you have until it does off. You won’t know whether to speed or savor.”

Tom nods his head in enthusiastic approval and gives you a thumbs up, the smug prick. It makes you feel as if your guts are tying in knots.

Miranda reaches over and pulls you onto her. With your obedient cooperation, she pulls you on top of her warm and soft skin. As you settle into the couch, Miranda winces and brusquely pushes back on you, adjusting her hips.

“Okay, that’s better. The, um, plug got caught on the cushion,” Miranda explained, sheepishly.

You smile at her, but the overwhelming sense of dread fills you as you wonder when Tom is going to pull the trigger on the dare of interference. You’ve needed to be this close to Miranda for so long that merely Tom’s damoclesian influence is soiling the experience.

Arching her hips up, Miranda hooks her thumbs into her waistband and seductively peels off her emerald panties. Her shaved pussy is already glistening, but the sparkle of butt plug serves as a vulgar reminder.

Checking Tom once more, you see that he is leaning back in his chair and writing something down on the notepad. He shows it to Nicole and she slaps Tom’s arm, but she doesn’t read it out loud. You continue to watch them until Tom looks up and sees you.

Awkwardly, you turn your attention to Miranda, her legs spread out under you. Your impatient cock is nestled against Miranda’s flat tummy, almost touching her belly button piercing.

Down further, still, you can feel your sensitive balls cozy up to Miranda’s smooth and slick little box. Playful fingers run down your chest and abdominal muscles, as Miranda’s hungry eyes follow suit.

She’s perfect, simply perfect.

“Miranda?” You whisper.

“John?” Miranda breathlessly replies. Her radiant eyes dive deep into your own, slowly replacing your dread with her certainty.

This is the moment.

“Miranda, I…”

“Yes?”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

An eternity passes, Miranda saying nothing. You have no idea what’s happening elsewhere in the room, because all that exists for you is her. At long last, Miranda’s eyes flutter with her whimper of anticipation. She pulls you into her lips and melts into you.

"Yesss..." she whispers between kisses.

Both of your hands roam through Miranda’s lush, brown hair as you both hungrily try to devour each other. Her fingers continue to tickle the fuzz around your navel, down the 'v' of your pelvis, before they find your enthusiastic cock.

Wanting, but unable, to experience all of Miranda at once, you free a hand to cup one of her ample 36C breasts, rubbing the sensitive undersides and nipples. Wetness envelops the thick head of your swollen cock when Miranda uses it to rub up and down her clitoris and labia. With gentle, eager little humps, Miranda slides ever closer, threatening to pull you into her well-moistened tunnel.

“Miranda, wait-”

“Shh, John... No more waiting.”

Having the tip of your painfully hard cock settled against her velvet folds, Miranda takes both of her hands and seizes your hips. She pulls you in teasingly slow, yet unrelenting. Your cock easing into the hot tightness of sexual desires, fulfilled. You bite your lip hard to avoid coming immediately, drawing a taste of blood from your assaulted lips.

Despite the tightness, Miranda does not let you relent until you bottom out.

“Oooooooooohhhhhhhh, FUCK!” Miranda lets her ecstasy fly free, erupting from all of the tension that had been wound within her.

You savor the slide in and out of Miranda’s hot, shaved cunt. Her hands move to your ass, encouraging you to speed up your pumping shaft.

Sarah had her eyes closed sitting next to Matt, with his fingertips working in tight circles among the red curls of her pussy. Nicole and Tom were both watching you intently, but otherwise idle.

As soon as Nicole’s alarm goes off, the dare will be over and Tom will lose his chance to sully more of your night. Awash in relief, you finally let yourself relax and enjoy the pleasure of Miranda’s writhing, enthusiastic body.

Tom notices you looking at him and, losing patience, distorts his face in disgust. He scratches some words out and thrusts the notepad to Nicole.

“Dude, what the fuck? Why the hell do you keep staring at me?” Nicole reads Tom’s words.

“He’s... just... mmhmm... worried,” Sarah draws out amid moans. She’s rubbing her pink nipple with fingers wet from Matt’s eager mouth while he continues to finger her sensitive vulva. “Worried that... ugh, right there... you’ll use the... mmm, fuuck... ‘interrupt dare’ against him right now.”

The bottom falls out of the world.

Miranda tenses, her fingertips digging into your ass as she processes what Sarah just said. Matt audibly gasps, but Sarah looks confused at why his teasing stopped and the mood changed. Tom furrows his brow, writing some more.

“What ‘interrupt dare’ are you talking about?” Nicole hesitantly reads, equally confused but also aware of the sudden mood shift from everyone.

"You didn't know?" Sarah gasps, covering her mouth with her hand.

Sarah looks to you and you desperately try to plead wordlessly. With a wicked grin, Sarah twists her aroused nipple, bites her lip and turns to Tom.

“Actually, the fact is…”