No, but...

You don't like it.
You don't like it at all, the way he looks at her.
She gets closer.

He grins, like he always does, you can't see her face.
She moves next to him, behind Miranda.
Her hand reaches down, caressing his tense, abs.
That kind of sex could be demanding, he is glistening with sweat in fact.
She whispers something in his ear.
He chuckles, breaking the pace of his thrusts, easing his grip on Miranda.

And then your childhood friend does the nastiest thing you have ever saw.

She kneels between them, under the growingly intrigued sight of Tom, and puts her right hand between their clashing bodies, pulling out all of his shaft from Miranda's gaping asshole.
That thing seems even bigger now.

After glancing back up to him with a smile that oozes lust, momentarily a totally different person from the one you know, she wraps her lips around it, no esitation whatsoever in her actions, and starts sucking it with dedication.

"I need a real cock, Tom. I need you to fill my pussy ... make me feel like a real woman, please..." She says coarsely pulling it out after a while.

You know what she's doing, she's teasing his alpha male pride.
Something that would work on any sentient male in the universe, and Tom, albeit barely filling the requirements, is no exception.

Still, it bugs you.
More than it should, given the fact that she's is doing to help you and Miranda.

Or is she?
Maybe it is true that she needs someone better than you at sex.
Would it be so strange?
You were an ok first, but you must admit that probaly you didn't last very much.
Partly because of the repeated teasing you had to endure tonight and partly because seeing Miranda getting fucked was an unbearable stimulant.
Has it been enough for her?
You can't even say for sure if she had an orgasm or not...
Could it be that the sight of Miranda being ... manhandled, literally, by Tom like that, had an 'effect' even on her?
It could have instilled in your sweet, blonde-haired friend the desire to switch place with her, couldn't it?

Nonsense...

This is not like her.
She would never think something like this.
Even less, act like this.
Plus, she hates that douche more than you.
And albeit you have to admit that Tom's cock being big, even if just slightly more than yours, (to be fair, also a lot less good looking, akwardly veiny) could be somewhat ... appealing, on the right target, you doubt that his 'pneumatic hammer' technique, could actually intrigue any sane woman.

She's just doing you a big favour by separating those two.
Something you probably wouldn't be able to do without resorting to ****(wich is just not your true color), thus risking to degenerate the situation irreparably.
You have to admit that and be simply grateful to her.
Easier said than done...

Meanwhile, Nicole blowjob seems able to finally convince Tom to shift his attention.
Abruptly leaving Miranda to herself, he seizes your friend's wrist and quickly drags her to the couch on you left.

Miranda, deprived of Tom support, seems have lost her backbone, like it has come out togheter with his cock.
Unable to stand, her legs failing her, she wobbles towards the couch on the right.
You hurry to reach for her, clumsily stumbling in your pants, which are ended up rolled around ankles.

You manage catch her the split second before she flops on the ground.
Her body is on fire, you feel it even through your clothes.
She is trembling.
You let her head lean against your chest, tightening your arms around her, caressing her long, brown hair.
She feels so light and defenseless right now.

As you try to soothe her, you briefly lose the sense of time, but at some point she looks up to you, disoriented.
She seems worn out, but grateful.
A smile, faintly lighting her face, cleaves through your heart.

You kiss her right away.
Just a quick peck on her lips, and then you pull back to check her reaction.

She is surprised, embarassed, happy, and again, smiles.
You smile back.
Miranda, the girl of your dreams, is finally between your arms.
Your smile widens till it turns into chuckling while you look into each other's eyes.
They sparkle.
You lean forward and kiss her again
Deeply, this time.
Her lips are full and fleshy, they taste of alchool, like Nicole but more strongly, and ripe fruit.
It's her lipstick, probably.
The best daiquiri you have ever tasted.

Suddenly, you realize that your cock has also something to say in the matter.
It has awakned, or more precisely, it's like you have rembered having one.
Be as it is, your erection has lifted the hem of her top and is now brushing against the smooth skin of her belly.

The thing puts you off balance for a second.
After all, Miranda was beein ravaged up to a minute ago...