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Shower with Miranda

Nicole read the slip with hazy eyes. Feeling up Tom so thoroughly had left her head spinning so fast that she could barely piece together the letters to your name. Glancing up at you, she floundered for a moment to think of a dare to give you, her entire attention having been shamefully devoted to Tom until then. Her first thoughts were shamefully selfish and lewd ones, her experience touching Tom having driven her mind firmly in that direction.

As she struggled to think of a fair dare for her best friend, she became keenly aware of all the eyes on her. Everyone was staring at her, wondering what was taking her so long, raising their eyebrows at her red cheeks. "I-I drew you, John," she announced just to break the awkward silence, only to quickly regret it. It meant that all the watchful eyes that drilled into her flicked over to John and back, wheels turning in their owners heads as they thought about what was making her delay in giving him his dare. They might think she had a crush on you, which was an embarrassing rumor Nicole had had to deal with for years just because she hung out with you a lot.

Out of desperation to escape the awkward moment, Nicole dipped into her forbidden knowledge. "Give Miranda a massage," she stated, watching a shocked smile quickly form on your face. It was really a double-dip of secret information. She'd learned about Miranda's appetite for massages tonight, but she'd known about your infatuation with her for years. She knew you would have no problem with her using this info to help get you closer to your crush, she just hoped Miranda and Sarah wouldn't take issue either.

Nicole reading your name had boosted your heart's beating slightly, but her dare made it pound in your chest. She might have been a girl, but Nicole was a true bro for giving you an opportunity like this. You would have to make it up to her later, after seizing the chance to the fullest. "Sure, if Miranda doesn't mind," you laughed, trying to play it cool. She sure didn't seem to, as she smiled and pulled her brown hair off her shoulders. As you watched she turned her back towards you and glanced coquettishly over her shoulder.

"I guess I could use a bit of a rub down right now," she murmured quietly, making your heart skip a beat. Doing your best to keep your breathing steady, you got to your feet and crossed the room to sit on the couch behind her. Your hands were shaking as you reached out to your crushes shoulders, that looked so flawless and white it’s like they she was carved from marble. Unsteadily, like you still couldn't believe it was real, you laid your hands on her smooth shoulders.

Miranda tensed slightly as your hands touched her, before relaxing with a quiet exhalation through her nose. You had never given a girl a back rub before, but you'd seen it often enough in shows and movies to know where to start. With your fingers curled around her shoulders you gently pushed your thumbs along the muscle of her upper back. You squeezed her soft tissue together as you moved towards her backbone, applying the same amount of pressure you'd use to squeeze the last of the toothpaste out of the tube.

As your thumbs moved closer together in the middle of her back, Miranda let out a quiet sigh that seemed to signal you were doing something right. Resetting your thumbs to the edge of her back again, you repeated the motion a few times, and you could almost feel the stress being pushed out of her body. Growing more confident, you reached up to try something else you had only ever seen. You released one shoulder and brought your elbow up to push it into her back, using the point to affect her deep tissues.

A giggle and a sigh were your rewards, spoils that your ears collected eagerly. After stimulating Miranda on one side you switched arms and did it again, pushing your elbow into the yielding flesh of her upper back. As you caressed her, you couldn't help but think about how else you would want to deeply stimulate Miranda and hear her moan. As your hands went back to her shoulders you tried to push aside those lewd thoughts, focusing instead on making Miranda feel good first.

When you put your hands back on her shoulders you journeyed up with them to her neck, one hand gripping it from behind. You couldn't help but marvel at how thin and fragile it felt in your grip. Holding the back of her neck like you were about to pick up a kitten, you began to squeeze it gently. You could feel all the small muscles of her neck quiver under your fingers as you delicately pressured them, like her body was purring under your touch.

This dare was going better than you could have hoped and, as you brought your hands back down to her shoulders, you wondered what else you could do to finish the dare and leave a good impression. Luckily for you, your crush gave you a clear prompt. "Mm, a little firmer," she sighed as you kneaded her shoulders. You were all too happy to obey, until an unexpected voice cut through your quiet bliss.

"I think that's as firm as John gets," Tom shouted, drawing your attention off Miranda for the first time since your dare started. You glared at him but tried your best to ignore it and focus on doing what Miranda said. Turning your eyes back to her, you increased your **** as you pressed your thumbs into her back. Despite this extra effort, Miranda still wanted more. "Harder," she stated simply, glancing briefly over her shoulder at you.

"Bet this isn’t the first time Johns disappointed a woman after hearing that," Tom interrupted again, drawing a quiet snicker from Miranda. That tiny suppressed laugh incensed you, making your cheeks flush and your blood boil. "Shut the fuck up Tom," you snapped as your temper flared wildly. "What are you gonna do if I don’t? Give me a shitty back rub?" He replied cockily, unintimidated by your anger.

"I’ll fucking-" you began to respond, only to be cut off by a yelp from Miranda. "Ow. Hey John, I know I said harder but that hurts." In your anger you had pinched Miranda much harder than intended, and now she was rubbing her shoulder sorely while looking at you in surprise. "Oh I’m so sorry Miranda, are you alright?" You asked, anger draining from you to be replaced by worry.

"I’m fine, it’s fine," she reassured you. "I think that’s enough for now," she added as your hands went to move back to her shoulders again, "it felt pretty good." Her tone was polite but you realized you blew it. Tom goaded you out of an opportunity to make your crush feel good. You felt like a complete buffoon as you sank back into your seat, but most of your anger was directed at Tom instead of at yourself. That bully prick had done that on purpose, either just to fuck with you or just because he couldn't cope with not being the center of attention for five minutes.

A quiet, romantic, moment between you and the girl of your dreams had been ruined by that cocky prick. If you drew his name you would dare him to play in traffic, or dive off of Sarah's roof into the birdbath, or to drink all the bottles under her kitchen sink. Hell, even if you didn't draw him, you would make whoever you drew do worse than just throw another drink in his stupid face.

Sarah watched you stew with silent concern. She didn't really want to upset you, not anymore than she had too, and she was worried that Tom making an enemy of you would just make fucking the other girls even more difficult. She had to do something to smooth things over.

"Oh, you forgot the hat sweetie," she called out to you as she stood up and quickly grabbed it before you could even respond. She bustled speedily around the table, cap in hand, as she approached you. "Here you go babe," she said, putting a hand on your shoulder and leaning way down, her chest in its wet, clingy, covering looming close to your face. Her big tis nearly crashed into your face, your nose came within inches of being buried in her cleavage. "Mmph, such solid shoulders," she sighed, squeezing you lightly. "No wonder you don’t know your own strength," she murmured and smiled as you struggled to make eye contact with her, her big tits and hard nipples jutting through her shirt fighting to steal your attention. With one last warm squeeze, Sarah deposited the hat right in the middle of your lap, it’s settlement almost disturbed by your stirring erection. With her job done she released your shoulder, straightened up, and walked away.

As she walked away your thoughts were a lot less dark, fantasies of **** replaced by one’s of sexual pleasure with a red haired temptress. You could almost see her big tits bouncing already as she rode your cock like a cowgirl. Stirring the slips absentmindedly, you tried to remember what you were thinking of before but you couldn't quite figure it out. "If it wasn't about Sarah's heavenly boobs then it can't have been important," you thought, reaching into the hat to draw a name.

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