Tom, but she lies

When Miranda read the name on the slip she'd been undeniably excited for a moment. Tom had always been something of a guilty pleasure for her. He was a real treat to look at, especially when he took his shirt off and showed off his footballers body, but his braggadocio and arrogant words every time he opened his mouth had meant she kept him at arms length. That attitude had changed tonight however. Ever since he'd fished that monster cock out of his pants for her and proved he wasn't just bluster she suddenly found herself more willing to let him get a little closer. Of course before Miranda could get too carried away with daydreams about Tom and his impressive fuckstick she remembered that she wasn't drawing for herself. She was drawing for you.

With an internal sigh she tossed the paper back into the hat. There was no way you'd ever give Tom something fun to do, especially not with her. You'd made your contempt for him known on many occasions and, although you insisted it was just his misogynistic attitude that aggravated you, Miranda would swear some of it was jealousy. After all what man wouldn't be jealous of Tom. He fucked hot girls every week, He'd even bedded a few of Mirandas more attractive friends, and though they'd all derided him as a jerk they just giggle and went red when asked about his performance. Thinking of how much you disliked Tom she realized that you might go even further than just being boring. You might do something rash like make Tom leave. She couldn't let you do that, not before she got to at least touch his huge tool. So instead she decided to tell a selfish little lie.

"Wow, you drew me John!" She announces, feigning surprise at her "luck". She offered herself to be the subject of your dare due to both jealousy and curiosity. She saw how your skilled fingers made Nicole squirm and she wanted to see what else your eager tongue could do. With her fate now in your unseeing hands she bites her lip and waits, hoping you'll give her even more pleasure.

You could scarcely believe your ears when you heard Miranda state what you'd drawn. You had just been planning on getting this blindfold off, but now you were thinking about getting Miranda off. Briefly you consider pushing your luck and getting another touch of Mirandas soft breasts but ultimately you decide to play things a little safer. "Miranda, I dare you to make out with me." You announce, feeling somewhat embarrassed about stating it so blatantly. "Yes sir." She responds and you're pleasantly surprised to hear joy in Mirandas voice as she agrees, and even more pleasantly surprised when she slips herself into your lap with the easy confidence of a pampered house cat. Her body weighs comfortably on you and you can feel the warmth radiating from her upper half mere inches form you.

You’re not sure how exactly to kiss Miranda since you have no idea where exactly her face is so you simply pucker up and lean forward. Thankfully Miranda doesn’t leave you gawping awkwardly like a fish, instead her hand catches you by the chin and tilts your face up slightly higher so your lips can meet hers. They feel so soft and tender, like flower petals brushing against your face. The faintest taste of strawberries from her lipstick plays on your tongue as you kiss back and forth, silently encouraging each other to go a little further with every gentle motion. It’s Miranda who makes the leap first however, slipping her tongue ever so briefly into your mouth, inviting your own to come and dance with her.

While your tongues toy with each other ever more passionately you move your hands slowly along Mirandas body. You start by caressing her sides, almost tickling her as your fingers brush up and down. Your hands falling low on her body you grab her hips and pull her a little higher on your lap, her crotch grinding slightly against your bulge as she moves. Next you raise your hands again, this time slipping them under her shirt and pushing them further and further up, closing in on the treasure that was her 36C breasts.

Miranda was glad you’d been so forthright in your dare, she was eager to see what else that mouth of yours could do. She was even more glad to see that you were a pretty good kisser. A little timid at first but as she coaxed you out of your shell you knew just when to push it and just when to tease. She even appreciated your hands gently running along her body, caressing her tenderly and coming teasingly close to her braless breasts. As your hands trace up her they inadvertently push up the fabric of her top again, once more flashing her 36C breasts to everyone but you. Miranda felt less embarrassed this time, it wasn’t her fault after all. It was your thoughtless hands that were making her flash her titties to everyone else, she was just a victim if anything.

As those blatant lies ran through her head she basked in the knowledge that everyone, even naïve Nicole, was undoubtedly staring at her again. Breaking the kiss for a moment she sneaks a peek at the others, confirming what she already knew, their curious or lecherous eyes making her whole body tingle. When she saw Tom slowly rubbing the huge bulge in his jeans again for her that tingle exploded into a flame, one she sought to quench by kissing you back even harder and grabbing your hands with her own and forcefully planting them on her sensitive breasts.

When Miranda grabbed your hands for a fearful second you thought you’d gone too far and that now you were going to be pushed away. Instead your hands were dragged up her body and placed firmly on their ultimate target, her perfect tits, an invitation to caress them so clear and obvious that it would be visible from space. You were more than happy to oblige her, feeling their gentle firmness under your fingers and the hard points of her nipples pressed into your palms as you groped and squeezed.

Tom watched the whole display with cocksure pride covering for quiet envy. Sure, you were making out with Miranda right now, but only because you'd gotten lucky and she was ****. "Even as she sits in your lap poor Miranda is looking around for a real man to satisfy her." Tom thinks to himself. "I’ll have to make it up to her." As he contemplates this he readjusts the erection in his jeans as Mirandas eyes rest on him, making her blush before she shuts her eyes again and goes back to kissing John. Tom smirks as she forcibly grabs your clueless hands and drags them up to her breasts, she's practically having to walk you through it.

Tom isn't the only member of your audience, of course.Nicole watched Miranda straddle you with an uncomfortable mix of interest and quiet jealousy. You were her best friend, she knew it was wrong to be lusting after you, but her body wants what it wants. And right now it wants to replace Miranda, and be the lucky subject of your affections, kissing your lips, being stroked by your hands, and pushing her crotch down against your bulge. As your hands went up Mirandas body, lifting her top as they went, she couldn’t help but sigh. The chest department was one area she couldn’t ever hope to compete with Miranda in, the brown haired girls assets putting Nicoles little palm-sized offerings to shame. Still, even as she despaired over her lack of endowment, she fantasized about you playing with her little boobs while kissing her like you kiss Miranda.

Seeing Tom move to her side Nicole briefly tore her attention from the makeout session she sorely wished she was a part of to glance his way. “ I hate him I hate him I hate him” she thought to herself even as she silently admired his muscular body, her eyes tracing from his biceps, to his pecs and down his washboard stomach. When he suddenly adjusted his cock her eyes went wide and the only thing keeping her from an embarrassing gasp was the balled up shirt between her teeth. For a second she thought he was going to pull it out again and she stared in anticipation. After a couple of seconds she realized what exactly she was doing, waiting vainly for a glimpse of a guy she hates cock. Tearing her eyes from him she refocused on you and Miranda, returning to the “safe” fantasy of you kissing her like that, except now the man she was with kept switching from you to Tom and back again.

With Miranda on top of you, her lips pressed against yours and her perfect boobs filling your hands, you could have stayed there forever. Unfortunately it was not to be. “Ok, I think that’s enough lovebirds!” Sarahs voice rang out infuriatingly, making Mirandas soft sweet lips instantly pull back from yours. “Thanks for that John.” She murmurs from right in front of you before giving you a parting peck on your cheek and climbing out of your lap again, leaving you with only the fading taste of her on your lips, her cooling warmth in your lap and the rapidly dissipating scent of her perfume. With your crush gone save for these slim traces of her you turn your head to glare at where you think Sarah is. “Oh don’t pout John.” She chastises you teasingly. “Everyone else needs to have some fun too y’know. Besides, it’s Mirandas turn to draw.” That reminder does soften the blow a little, filling you with hope that maybe your time with her isn’t over after all. Directly ahead you hear the faint rustle of the hat being picked up and stirred by slender fingers as Miranda prepares to draw.