You bet your ass

"Go get the lube, Sarah," Miranda says with a roll of her eyes.

Tom smirks triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Does that mean-"

"I'm not wet, I'd need it either way." Miranda cuts him off. "But yeah. You can put it in my butt."

I can't believe what I'm hearing. Miranda, my crush, is about to let that asshole Tom fuck HER asshole right here in front of everyone. An uncomfortable tension rises as Sarah scurries off to fetch the lube.

Tom steps closer to Miranda, his eyes filled with arrogant confidence. "Bend over, and spread those cheeks, baby."

Clearly annoyed at Tom's command, Miranda obeys, reaching back with her hands as she bends at the waist.

Tom's tongue shoots out at Miranda's little brown star. By the time Sarah comes back carrying the bottle of lube, Miranda is starting to pant.

He takes the bottle of lube from Sarah's hand, squeezing some onto his fingers. My heart pounds in my chest as I watch him slowly and deliberately rubs the cool gel around Miranda's tight little asshole before using his pinky to push the slick substance inside.

Miranda flinches at the touch, her body tensing up instinctively.

"Relax," Tom says mockingly, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You're gonna love this."

He pours more of the lube into his hand, and rubs his cock with it.

I can see hesitation in Miranda's eyes as she struggles to find the confidence to go through with it. Her **** is as palpable as her resignation.

"Just remember," Tom adds with a smirk, "you agreed to this."

Miranda takes another deep breath and clenches her fists tightly at her sides. The room continues it's eerie silence as all eyes remain fixed on them.

"You ready for this?" Tom asks, his voice dripping with smugness.

"Just do it." Miranda mutters under her breath

With that final push from Miranda herself, Tom positions himself behind her and slowly presses the tip of his lubed-up cock against her puckered exit. A mix of fear and desire flash across Miranda's face as she braces herself for what's about to come next.

Without wasting another second, Tom presses the head of his cock into her tight entrance. He pushes slowly but firmly until there's a slight pop as he slides inside.

"Relax," Tom whispers into Miranda's ear. "It won't loosen up til you do."

"Just fucking do it already," Miranda snaps impatiently. Her face turns flushed, and her breath comes in ragged, gulping heaves.

My mind spins with conflicting emotions - anger at Tom for taking advantage of this situation, jealousy that it's not me standing there instead of him, and arousal at the raw and dirty scene unfolding before me.