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Shower with Miranda

Glancing around the room at all her potential suitors, Nicole's eyes hitched on you. You had always had a somewhat intriguing look about you, with clear eyes, a charming smile, and messy hair that looked like it would be perfect for running her fingers through. Not that Nicole was attracted to you or anything! She merely thought that you would be the most suitable candidate for her to spend two minutes making out with. There was definitely nothing weird about wanting to make out with your platonic best friend. While she might have kissed you innocently before, there was surely way that Sarah could ever prove that, so this should be fine.

"John," she announces, catching you off-guard mid-sip, your widening eyes swiveling toward her in shock. "I-I choose you," she finishes her sentence, glancing hurriedly away and rubbing her neck as she speaks. You splutter quietly on your beer for a moment, completely taken aback by this sudden choice. Nicole was inarguably cute, but you'd never much thought about her romantically or sexually before, so this was completely out of left field to you. Thinking about everyone else in the room as you put your drink down, however, you think you understand why Nicole made the choice she did.

Miranda and Sarah were both women and Nicole was straight (as far as you knew), so they were out. Tom might have been hot to some women, but he was a prick who Nicole probably hated, so he was out. That just left you and Matt, which may as well have been a coin toss as far as you were concerned. You were both good friends with Nicole, and you didn't think you were much more handsome than Matt. Maybe Nicole had spent her time thinking who to choose playing eeny, meeny, miny, moe, between the two of you.

While Nicole still can't meet your eyes you have your own look around the room, curious what the others have made of Nicole's choice. Tom and Sarah look predictably bored, the latter already scrolling through her phone. Your crush, Miranda, looks beautiful as ever, but also inscrutable. You hope that she doesn't think there's anything between you and Nicole, a further hurdle to getting with your crush would not be a welcome development. Meanwhile, Matt gives you an encouraging, albeit confused, thumbs up. You return the gesture with a look of bemusement, as if to say "yeah, I don't know either."

Now that Nicole has made her choice, you're not sure what to do. You feel like, since it's her dare, she should make the first move. So you sit in place, awkwardly drumming your hands on your thighs as Nicole seems to steel herself. Taking a deep breath she gets to her feet and finally meets your gaze, only to instantly blush and look away. A similar redness fills your own cheeks, whilst you feel a quiet nervousness that you've never felt before with Nicole. "It's only two minutes," you remind yourself, although you know the slight tremor in your hands isn't just caused by anxious nerves.

"It's only two minutes," Nicole repeats in her head as she stalks towards you, staring at your shoes to avoid looking at your face. As she got closer to you Nicole began to second guess herself, but with all eyes on her it was too late to change her mind now. Besides, if she backed out now, you might be understandably offended. As much as Nicole didn't want to embarrass herself, she still wanted to embarrass you less. When she's practically kicking your feet she forces herself to look up, meeting your eyes that must look as unsure as her own.

You both stare at each other silently, even as Nicole puts a hand on the back of the couch and unsteadily lowers herself to sit beside you. "Have you got the timer ready, Sarah?" She asks, her eyes flicking away from you for only a moment. "Yeah, sure," Sarah replies, her almost bored tone the antithesis of Nicole's as she barely raises her attention from her phone. With nothing else to delay her, Nicole turns to look at you again, opening her mouth as if to speak before thinking better of it and closing it again. Instead, she begins to slowly lean towards you and you realize she really is about to kiss you.

With your breath hitching in your throat, you lean in too. Like two tectonic plates on a collision course, you slowly move towards each other. Your eyes flit quickly from her puckering lips, past her button nose, to her clear blue eyes. You half expect to see amusement in her gaze, to hear her familiar cute little giggle as she teases you for thinking she was serious. Instead, you see complete seriousness for a moment, before her eyelids flutter delicately shut. Taking your lead from her, you reciprocate and shut your own, closing the final few centimeters between you blindly.

When your lips meet softly you're so shocked that you nearly open your eyes again. With a conscious effort you manage to suppress that reflex and keep your eyes closed as you gently kiss Nicole. Her lips feel soft, like flower petals brushing against your own, and the smell of her perfume floods your nostrils. Despite her hesitation, now that your lips have met she kisses you steadily like it was completely natural. When she pulls away for a second you think she's about to stop, but she just takes a quick breath before diving back in, her lips pressing against yours a little more forcefully.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," was Nicole's last thought, before her lips met yours and washed all her thoughts away. She had expected kissing you to feel weird, instead it felt enjoyable, how kissing an attractive member of the opposite sex always felt. Locking lips with you even made her almost forget everyone else in the room, it felt just like making out with a cute guy at a quiet party. While her lips still tangled with yours, she shifted her body slightly to better face you, placing one small hand on your chest.

Without really thinking about it she slipped you a flash of her tongue, and she had to keep from giggling to herself when you responded in kind. Taking that as a response to her invitation she began to french kiss you, while her fingers thoughtlessly squeezed your pec. When one of you occasionally pulled away for air, Nicole's breaths were joined by quiet moans, tiny sounds of pleasure that she wasn't even aware she was making. As her tongue danced lewdly with your own, Nicole leant her body more heavily against you, her hand on your chest squeezing and pulling down on the neck of your shirt.

Nicole's eyes flickered open for the first time since starting this dare when she felt your hands go shakily to her hips, your trailing fingers brushing against the curve of her ass through her jeans. Despite this unexpected advance, Nicole quickly shut her eyes again, enjoying the feeling of your strong hands caressing the minor curves of her body. "If he wants to feel me, it's only fair that I feel him," she thought wickedly to herself, groping your chest with renewed vigor whilst tracing the fingers of her other hand up your neck and over your jawline to push them through your hair. She was right, your hair was perfect for running her fingers through.

The pair of you both seemed to be egging each other on, like two kids playing HORSE and pushing each other closer and closer to the limit. When your strong hands pulled Nicole by the waist towards you, forcing her to straddle your thigh as you willfully dragged her into place, it had felt natural. Your make-out had only stopped for a second for you both to share a moment of laughter, before Nicole had leant her body against you to kiss you again. Now willingly beneath her you feel her hands pawing more intently at your torso and respond in kind, snaking a hand under the hem of her shirt to stroke partway up her smooth stomach.

Still kissing you, her tongue dancing lewdly with your own, Nicole crept one eye open just to check on something. Quickly, she glanced towards Sarah, and exhaled a quick sigh of relief through her nose when she saw that red haired girl still absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. It seemed like Nicole had gotten away with it, there could only be thirty seconds left on her dare and Sarah was none the wise about her kissing John before. With that concern assuaged Nicole threw herself into kissing you even more passionately, her body leaning on yours and her sweet little titties pressed against your chest. If it wasn't for her valiant black bra, her rock hard nipples would be making a good attempt at stabbing you.

As you made out more loudly and more recklessly, you felt your confidence grow, alongside an irresistible desire to grab Nicole's ass. Easing your hands off her hips, you slide them lower to fill both your palms with her sweet cheeks, squeezing her booty. It might have been small, but it was firm and full like a ripe peach, and the way she moaned into your mouth tasted even sweeter. She had jumped when you first grabbed her ass but after a second she had settled down again, now she was rocking her hips on your thigh while you groped each other.

Between Nicole's legs an undeniable heat was growing, one so intense that you could feel it through your denim jeans. Every stroke of her body up and down your thigh seemed to stoke that flame, making it hotter and hotter until it was almost like a brand on your thigh. You knew what it was. It was filthy to think about your virginal best friend like that, but you wanted it. You wanted so badly to thrust your hips up, to enter that melting pot, to-

Your thoughts are cut off by the overpowering sound of Sarah's alarm. Like cold water had just been poured over you, you and Nicole pull away from each other, hands hurriedly retreating form each other's bodies. "Well done Nicole, I didn't know you had it in you," Sarah congratulates her, finally looking up form her phone. Nicole looks at her wide-eyed, like she had forgotten all about the dare. "Thanks," she mutters, quickly straightening her clothes and making sure none of her body is exposed. Still beneath her, you do the same, adjusting your shirt that Nicole had tugged quite out of place. Glancing quickly toward Miranda, you see her watching you and Nicole with that same unreadable expression.

Nicole hurriedly climbs off of you without looking at you, a strong blush flooding her cheeks now that she's been reminded of her audience. Matt shoots you another, more enthusiastic thumbs up, while still sitting with his legs far apart due to the mess Sarah made him spray in his underwear. You reply to this one more covertly, not wanting to potentially further alienate Miranda. From her expression you still can't tell what she's thinking.

As Nicole heads for the hat Tom leers at her openly and Nicole realizes that he was probably doing that the whole time. "Now I wish John didn't grab my ass," she thinks, imagining Tom perving at the sight without her knowledge. "Not that I ever did wish for John to grab my ass!" She quickly corrects herself, coming to her senses somewhat now her lips aren't joined to yours. You're still obviously just friends, two minutes of admittedly passionate fooling around won't change that. Nibbling her lip to repress those dangerous thoughts, Nicole stooped low for the hat.

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