Sarah

"Sarah," you see Miranda smile at drawing her friend. She seems to think for a while before issuing her dare. At last, she smiles at Sarah. "I dare you to sit on John's lap for three turns."

Your eyes widen in shock and confusion. Not that you wouldn't appreciate a pretty, sexy girl such as Sarah on your lap, but you can't help but wonder with dread if that dare means that Miranda isn't interested in being more than good friends with you.

Looking around, you notice Nicole throwing a supportive, sympathetic look at you while Matt seems to be split between being sorry for you and angry that Sarah will be sitting on your lap. I need to talk to him later. You decide.

Before you can say anything, a smirking Sarah saunters over to you and slowly lowers herself onto your body, her firm ass brushing against your dick. "Hmm," she purrs in a distracting manner. "You're comfy, John."

You feel your cock stir in your pants when the flowery smell of her hair invades your nostrils. She extends her arm forward to reach the bowl and draw a name, her ass rubbing on your crotch once again when she pulls back.

You peer over her shoulder, sparing a glance at her amazing cleavage straining under her tight top. All of a sudden, a hand blocks your view.

"You're not supposed to peek, John!" Sarah says with a laugh once she sees what you were trying to do, although you wonder if she was talking about the slip of paper in her hand or her large breasts.