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Furtively reading the slip she looks up at you, a smile spreading across her face. "Guess who I drew?" She asks. "Me?" You answer. "Mmhmm. Now what should I do with you?" She teases, tossing the hat aside and running one finger up your chest through your chest hair. Glancing down at her trailing finger your eyes hitch at her exposed breasts. When she follows your eyes she giggles and you blush and look away. "Well, I see you've been enjoying the view since my top came off." When she says this gently flicks her breasts with one hand, making them both bounce slightly. "I think it's about time you return the favor and give me some eye candy." When she says that she toys with the zip of your jeans and you feel your heart start to pound.

"John, I dare you to take your dick out for the rest of the night." When she says that there's a chorus of noise from everyone else in the room but you can barely hear it over the sound of your own blood pumping. Your focus is entirely on Miranda as she stands up from your lap, getting out of your way so you can strip for her. Your hands shake as they undo your belt buckle, but its not from fear or embarrassment. It's the adrenaline from Miranda asking you to do it _for her. _With your belt undone you stand up to more easily unbutton your jeans, and pull down the zip. As they zip downwards your bulge presses out the widening gap, as if eager to be free.

With just your boxers covering your modesty you quickly glance up at Miranda to see her staring at your bulge, completely enraptured. You don't care what anyone else is doing. You contemplate undoing the buttons of your boxers too, dragging out the show, but ultimately you decide to get it all out at once. With two thumbs you grab the waistband of your boxers and pull them downwards, your rock hard cock instantly springing free, jutting out into the air. Miranda gasps as your cock bounces free, covering her mouth with one hand as she stares.

Glancing to the others you see a wide range of reactions. Matt is studiously attempting not to look, probably suffering under the same conundrum of curiosity versus respect that you felt. Tom seems flatly uninterested. Sarah and Nicole both have more intense reactions. Your blonde haired friend is staring while blushing, clearly taken aback at seeing your dick after so long as friends. Meanwhile Sarah has a sour look on her face, as if she didn't get what she was expecting, though you're not sure what that could have been.

Ignoring all of that you turn back to Miranda, the only person whose opinion matters to you right now. "Well? Do you like the view?" You ask, pushing your hips forward cockily. "Yeah, I do." She replies, locking eyes with you. "You must be easily impressed then." Tom snorts, infuriatingly. "If you wanna see a real dick, then you know who to dare. "When he says this you try to think of a retort but Miranda beats you to it. "Yeah, I'm looking at a real dick right now." Miranda replies coolly, glaring at him. "I'm gonna make you eat those words." Tom shoots back. "Right after I make you eat this." he shoots back, grabbing the bulge in his own pants.

While Tom tries to tear you down Miranda puts a hand in your chest and gently pushes you back and down. "Just ignore him." She whispers. "Yours is great." You feel your heart swell with pride at those words and you sit down without even trying to argue with Tom. "I guess you girls are saving the best to last, huh?" Tom continues, trying to get a rise out of someone. You don't take the bait, instead focusing your attention on Miranda positioning herself in your lap by sitting high on your left leg, her thigh nearly brushing against your balls. Meanwhile Nicole responds to Toms bait.

"Shut up Tom." She yells, clearly being worn out by his constant badgering. "Everyone knows size doesn't matter." Tom and Sarah guffaw at these words and you wince internally. You know Nicole meant well but that is absolutely the worst thing you could ever tell a guy about his dick size. It's like telling the elephant man that his inner beauty is all that matters. "Spoken like a true virgin." Sarah replies, shaking her head. "Yeah, come over here Nicole and I'll show you how much size matters." Tom mocks her.

For a second it looks like Matt might join in and start yelling too but before he can you speak up. "Enough!" You bellow like an overworked headmaster. Everyone falls silent to look at you, a mixture of shock and embarrassment on their faces after being told off. "It's my draw." You say, much quieter. Miranda holds the hat as you search around in it for a slip. "Good job." She whispers, her other hand brushing not so accidentally against your hard shaft.