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Your heart stops as the bottle stops pointing directly at you. With a sharp intake of breath you look over at your crush who's sitting, blindfolded waiting patiently. As silently as you can you reposition yourself in front of her then reach out and run your hands up her stomach and side before gripping her halter top. With a giggle she puts her hands in the air allowing you to pull it off of her.

You stare in stunned appreciation at her breasts now covered only by a lacy black bra. They're perfectly perky 36C and you're absolutely mesmerized staring at them.

"Did you forget about the kiss part?" Miranda breaks you out of your hypnotic state. You practically tackle her as you eagerly crawl forward. Emboldened by the first two rounds you don't kiss her mouth, instead groping her breasts and showering her exposed cleavage with kisses. Slowly you work your way up to her collar bone, then up her neck, and finally, you grab her chin gently and give her a slow, sensual kiss with tongue. The entire time your heart beats wildly and your cock throbs in your pants. You would have kissed her forever but her soft hand presses against your bare chest and she pushes you gently "Don't worry, we've got a whole game to finish... John." She giggles.

Your blood runs cold. You'd been emboldened by knowing Miranda didn't know who she'd spun, you're suddenly wracked with fear that you'd gone too far and ruined things with her in your eagerness. "How'd you know?" You mutter.

"You're the only one without a shirt right now sweety." She says with a smug grin. Behind you the room erupts in laughter. You retake your seat and sit, pouting a little as Miranda takes her blindfold off. "Sorry." She says looking at you as she passes the blindfold off to Matt. "If it's any consolation, you're a really good kisser."

Still embarrassed you give a little smile and mutter, "Thanks." Then turn your attention to the spinning bottle in the middle of the room.