Miranda

Despite her best efforts to hide what she had drawn from her rival, Sarah managed to read the slip over her shoulder anyway. "Ooh, Miranda," she whispered into Nicole's ear, "Not exactly who you had in mind?"
Nicole ignored her, or she tried her best to, as she struggled to think of a dare for John's longtime crush. Sarah, however, was not put off in the least by Nicole's silence.

"I have an idea," she said, "and I think it's one you'll like too." Sarah leant even closer to Nicole before speaking again, her plump lips brushing against Nicole's earlobe and making her shiver.

"You want to see lovely John's dick, I want to see John's dick." Nicole blushed at just hearing the suggestion, but she didn't say anything as Sarah continued to talk.

"That's the one thing we have in common, so how about we skip being bitches to each other for a turn and both get something we want. You can even play it off like it was my suggestion, if you're such a prude that you don't want the guy your horny for to know you want him."

Nicole fiddled with the scrap of paper as she listened to Sarah's suggestion. It was a crude dare, and taking advice from her worst enemy seemed like an obvious mistake, but Nicole couldn't deny that it was what she wanted deep down inside. Laundering the scandalous dare through the slutty Sarah was just the icing on the cake

"Good idea, Sarah," Nicole whispered over her shoulder, loud enough for everyone else to hear. Clearing her throat, she turned back towards the center of the room to announce what she and her temporary accomplice had decided upon. There were a couple of confused looks at her newfound camaraderie with Sarah after the two had so recently shared angry looks, but Nicole ignored them.

"Miranda, you seem to be doing a good job, um, handling the guys right now," she said.

"Guilty as charged," Miranda laughed, moving her hands back and forth in Tom and Matt's boxers, making the former cough and the latter blush.

"So I want you to do just one more thing for me on that front." As Nicole continued she began to second guess herself, a blush rising in her cheeks, but it was too late to back out now. "I want you to take John's. . . . I mean, I d-dare you to get John's . . . penis out of his pants."

"Whooo!" Sarah cheered loudly from behind Nicole, making her jump. Miranda seemed pleased by the dare too, grinning at Nicole while her brown eyebrows shot up in surprise. Of course, John was ecstatic about what he'd heard, jumping to his feet before he realized that he should probably play it cool.

Looking at him, doing his best to swagger confidently over to Miranda, Nicole pursed her lips and chided herself internally. Somehow, in all her worrying about what the others would think of her, she hadn't fully considered how John would interpret her getting him close to Miranda in this way. A quick wink as he passed her made it clear that he was grateful (and made her heart palpitate in her chest), but it also widened the pit in her stomach. Turning the fight for John's heart back into a three-way race was not her intention.

John came to an awkward halt in front of Miranda, his crotch nearly level with her face and his hands on his hips. Miranda smiled up at him, before moving to take her hands out form Tom and Matt's underwear, when Sarah stopped her.

"Ah, what do you think you're doing?" She said teasingly.

"My dare?" Miranda replied, looking from her friend to John and back.

"Who said you could stop doing my dare?"

"How am I going to take John's dick out with my hands full like this?"

"You've got a mouth, don't ya? " Sarah explained.

"OOOOOH!" Tom cheered loudly, like he was in a reality TV show audience, while Miranda closed her eyes and sighed.

Still on her lap, Nicole turned around to frown at Sarah, but the buxom red haired girl just looked straight past her. This little detail had not been part of the plan they'd discussed, but there was nothing Nicole could do about it now. It was a fait accompli.

"Alright," Miranda opened her eyes to look up at John. "Step a little closer for me."

Not believing what he was hearing from his crush, John did exactly that. His denim covered bulge was pushed eagerly before her face. Looking at it, sealed away beneath zips and buttons, Nicole had no clue where she would have even started trying to get it out with just her mouth. Miranda, however, had a few ideas.

Opening her mouth, she sunk her teeth into the top of John's jeans, just above their button. Gripping tightly, she tugged that patch of denim up as much as she could. She didn't seem to care that her nose was brushing against John's stomach, she was entirely focused on her dare. Pulling and jerking this way and that, a scrap of denim still clutched between her teeth, Miranda put almost her whole body into undoing just a single button.

Just when Nicole thought for sure that the brown haired girl was going to give up and ask for help, she managed it. The button slipped free of it's hole, and John's jeans sagged a little on his hips. Miranda took a second after that to grin in triumph up at John, something which only made his pants tighter, before she continued.

Again, she opened her mouth and leant towards John's crotch, but this time she aimed for his zipper. As dexterously as if she were using a finger, she flicked John's zipper up with her tongue, before catching it first with her lips, and then with her teeth. This obstacle was dealt with much more easily. With just a slow nod of her head, the zipper's teeth unmeshed, all the way down to the bottom in a single satisfying zzzzzzziiip!

John's jeans slipped even lower now, barely holding on to his hips as their front hung entirely open. Fortunately for him, his boxers were neat and sensible, not a ratty pair with holes in like some guys insisted on wearing.

Briefly, Nicole wondered if John had made sure his underwear looked it's best in the same way that she had with her matching bra and panties. That would mean that he had also came here tonight looking to get laid, and if that was the case, then he certainly hadn't been thinking about Nicole when he'd made that decision.

Before Nicole's pessimistic wondering could get too far, Miranda spoke again and stole her attention.

"Just one last thing in the way," she said, "how am I gonna do this?"

The black material of John's underwear hid the exact form of his bulge, despite Nicole's best efforts to get a clear look for herself. Miranda's pause for thought had been intended to tease John, but it was driving Nicole wild as well. She tilted her head this way and that, leaning around John in a **** attempt to view his dick in profile. It was a moment she'd dreamt of, only in her dreams, she had been sitting in Miranda's place.

"Should I pop all these buttons?" Miranda teased, running her eyes down the line of plastic dots that ran the length of John's mysterious bulge. "Or should I just do THIS!"

Suddenly, Miranda leapt forward, all teasing pretense gone. Her teeth bit into the elasticated waistband of John's underwear like she was starving. For a moment, she seemed to hang their, like a piranha attached to it's prey. Her wild eyes met John's that were wide with shock, and her grin seemed all the wider for how her mouth was opened to bite.

For a final tease, Miranda pulled backward rather than down, stretching out John's underwear away from his waist. Through it all, she kept eye contact with him, giggling with her mouthful as he blushed nervously. Nicole felt even worse than he looked. Her hands wrung each other out in her lap, whilst she nibbled on her bottom lip like a well done steak.

One move of Miranda's head, one tilt of her neck, and Nicole would see what she'd longed for for so many months. The anticipation was killing her, and just when it got so bad that she felt like she would scream for Miranda to do it, the seductive brown haired girl finally moved.