She's kidding, right?

"I don't think so." Replies Matt.

"I only have five minutes and i want to stay comfortable." He continues.

"Anyway, you can put you pants back on, after the dare it's over ..."

"Very well, then, how do you want me?" Miranda asks, bothered, crossing her arms on her chest.

Well... she didn't put up much resistence, did she?

Matt and Miranda were close friends years ago.

Your friend talked of her like a sister, at the time, very much like your relationship with Nicole.
They eventually drifted apart but she doesen't despise him.
Not nearly as much as Tom at least, that's proably why she's not protesting as much as you would expect.
In the end, they can still be considered close friends, to a degree.

"I want you to seat here, next to me on the couch, and spread your legs."

You crush rolls her eyes and, without a word, sits next to him and takes off her ballerinas.

Oh, come on ... Even her feet are perfect, is that even possible?

Tiny and regular, she has also put some dark nail a polish on her toes, that matches with the one on her hands.
With a barely perceptible sigh, she starts to tug down her black leggings, holding an hand between her legs.
Apparently, she hasn't put back on her panties.
Your friend looks at her slender leg with anticipation, when she kicks away her pants.

Damn, if Matt thinks that we're even after this...

Miranda lays down on the couch, leaning her head against the armrest, and puts her right leg over the seatback.
You now notice she's wearing a tiny silver anklet, garnished with an heart-shaped little pendant.

Leveraging on the other leg, the one on the ground, she gets more comfortable, raising her hips and pushing herself towards Matt.
That makes her white loose tank top curl up against her breasts, exposing completely her belly.

She has her legs completly spread in fron of you best friend now, but she stubbornly keeps covering her crotch with her left hand nonetheless.
She turns her head to the side, away from Matt, and incidentally facing you.
Your friend clears his throat, looking the marvel just a feet away from his nose.

"Hmm, can you, maybe ... move you hand? I don't see very much this way." He says with annoying eagerness.

"I'll move it when i have to." Replies Miranda dry and huffy.

She is complying, but definetly not happily so.

"Sarah, can you please start the timer?" Hurries to ask Matt in reply.

"Sure thing, honey, but remember... No touching." Replies Sarah, smiling naughtily, almost a threat.

"Get set, Matt." She warns then.

Quickly, your friend tuggs his underpants to his knees, revealing his throbbing erection to everyone.
Six maybe seven inches long, very decent indeed, but not something to worry about for sure.

"Go!" Yells Sarah.

With no haste at al then, your crush proceedes to remove the hand between her legs, at last offering her intimate parts to Matt's eager eyes,
Immediately, he grips the head of his cock with his left hand and starts to stroke it, vigorously right off the bat.
You crush looks completely uniterested, she hasn't showed the least curiosity, either for his dick or what he is doing with it.
The same arm which she was covering her crotch with, now covers her face, her head buried into the elbow.
It seems almost that she doesn't want to know at all, what's happening down there...

With his eyes locked on her body, Matt, keeps switching briefly to his right hand, only to spit on his dominant hand.

You can't look away either...
She's not completely shaved after all.
A neat stripe of brown hair.
Wonderful.
What would you give to be in Matt's place right now ...

Even is she is covering her eyes and part of her face, you notice that Miranda's cheeks have turned of a bright red
A quiet, soft sigh seems to reply to your best friend moans.

Looks like he has heard her too ...
His strokes quickens, as he slides on the couch and bends forward between her legs, his face so close her, that she can probably feel his breath on her bare skin.

"You have got only two minutes left." Says Sarah, shaking even yourself from a certain numbness.

You cock aches against the fabric of your pants.
Then, Miranda, face still hidden into the crook of her arm, distractedly brushes her inner thigh with the hand resting on her knee.
An itch, right next to her exposed pussy, that Matt probably interprets as some kind encouragement.
An unneeded tease ...

You see him begin to pump his dick with even more urge that before, while he tries to get up on his shins, towering your brown-haired crush.

Horrified, you realize that Miranda is completly oblivious of his intentions.

Too late.

The moment tha you think about waring her, Matt lets out a pained deep grunt and starts cumming.

One, two, three...
Spurts of his cum, thick and gooey, land all over her exposed belly and pussy.
In the stupefied silence, between his grunts moans, you can almost even her the splashing sound.
The amount is unbelivable, your friend must have been awfuly backed up.

"Sorry Miranda, i really couldn't hold back." He apologizes hesitantly when the momentum subsides, yet continuing to squeeze the last few drops out his cock with undeniable satifaction right on her landing strip.
His face is the picture of pure bliss.

Your crush moves the arm covering her face and speechless, looks down at her naked groin, covered in your best friend splodge.

"Hmpf ... Can i ... Can i have a towel?" She snorts incredule.