No and No

As Nicole gets placed in front of John, Tom couldn't help but snicker. The prude little twat was about to get groped but good by her nerdy best friend. And, because she fucked up last time, she better not say a peep now. Actually, that gave him an idea. He popped out of his chair and quickly took his shirt off. Everyone but John was staring at him. Sarah and Miranda were both clearly checking out his pecks and 4 pack (he was still working on the full 6). Nicole, with her head lowered and her mouth conveniently slack, was clearly looking at the outline of his cock that she had so recently been fondling. And Matt, he was just staring with a dumb look on his face, obviously not understanding what was going on.

Tom stepped up to Nicole, rolling his shirt into a tube as he walked. Then, before she could react, he stuffed the tail of his shirt in her mouth and wrapped the arms of his shirt around her head. He reached around the shorter girl and tied the sleeves of his makeshift gag in place, making sure that Nicole couldn't give away who she was again.

Nicole was shocked, she knew she had messed up by speaking earlier and she was kind of embarrassed about that, but now she was completely red and she had no idea how to respond. When Sarah grabbed her to replace Miranda, she couldn’t understand at first. Then, it came to her in a flash. John was going to think he was getting a chance to feel up Miranda – his crush. He would be doing his best to tease and fondle her to get her to understand the type of lover John was. She had thought that she had dodged the bullet with some light stroking. But Sarah’s little plan would ensure that she was getting the full brunt of John’s efforts, and Nicole knew that she may be completely undone by them. Nicole and John had had a number of late-night conversations about what he wanted to do to Miranda, some of them more graphic than Nicole had really been comfortable with.

John had told her about reading erotic stories meant to get women going and how he had a desire to “make a woman feel really good a lot of times.” Which, she took to mean he had a fetish about getting women off. Or, in this case, a specific woman. That he was about to mistake her for. As she thought about their earlier discussions, and how he described stroking and teasing Miranda, only lightly brushing any sensitive spots until after she was begging for it, she started to feel the familiar entwined sensations of confusion, embarrassment, and arousal she always felt when she thought about how John described what he wanted to do with a woman. She felt her face and ears burning at the same time she felt her already tingly flower start to open slightly as her blood and juices started to head straight to her lower lips.

Then out of the corner of her eye she saw the asshole, Tom, shoot up to his feet and take off his shirt. Oh my god, Nicole thought as she stared at the undeniably attractive asshole’s built body. Her mind, already thinking dirty thoughts, immediately jumped to stroking his masculine chest. Catching herself, as she felt another wave of tingles hitting her nethers, she quickly looked down and then realized her mistake. She could clearly see his enormous cock outlined in his jeans. Just looking at the massive man-meat made her open her mouth in shock and disgust. It looked bigger than it had when it was in her hand – and it was enormous then. The memory of Tom forcing her to directly grab him ad stroke him hard made her feel disgusting and dirty, especially since she could now recognize that her libido was reacting to it.

Tom seemed headed straight to her, playing with his shirt as he walked. Nicole raised her eyes to his when he stepped up to her, opening her mouth to ask what the douche wanted. That was a mistake. When her eyes met his her mouth was suddenly filled with fabric and she was pulled into his chest. Her brain went into overdrive, basically shutting down her ability to do anything but stand there passively.

Her mind spun. Had the sexy jerk caught her staring? Did he know that she had thought about stroking his pecks? Did he know she was so wet? Had he seen how she squirmed when John touched her last time? Wait, why was she thinking of this sopping bag of douche as sexy? Thinking of sopping, she was so wet, she really hopped no one could tell.

And then her mind went completely blank as her cheek came to rest against Tom’s firm chest. She could feel his warm, firm pecks flex and relax as he tied his shirt tightly around her head. Her mouth was **** wider open and her face was buried into his chest as the delicious smelling man tightened down the knot. Nicole noticed that her left hand been pressed against Tom’s rippling abs when he stepped close, they felt as good as they had looked earlier and she couldn’t help but glide her fingertips over his abbs. She reflexively pressed her hips into his, melting into him. Feeling his giant root pressing into her fertile cleft, she realized her mistake and stepped back. She tried to take a deep breath through her nose and swallow to clear her brain. However, all she got was a strong wiff of man and a slight bit of the taste of saltiness from the light sheen of perspiration that had soaked into Tom’s shirt. Nicole tried to lift her hands to untie the makeshift gag, however, she found her hands restrained by Sarah.

Sarah knew exactly what Tom was doing when he shoved his shirt into Nicole’s mouth. She made sure to keep a firm hold on Nicole’s right wrist and grabbed her left hand as the smaller girl backed up straight into her tits. When Tom moved out of the way, an eager and malicious grin on his face, Sarah pushed the naïve waif the last couple of steps to John.

John had been wondering what was taking so long to get Miranda in front of him. Was she balking, did now not want him to touch her? Was she offended by his groping of Sarah’s ass? He heard a bunch of shuffling in front of him. Exasperated, John took a deep inhale to ask what was going on. His nose was filled with a musky and spicy scent that also screamed of young, fertile, womanhood. It was at once alluring, calming and a bit familiar. John felt his already half hard cock start growing again. Oh god, Miranda smells really good John thought. Then in shock, he realized that it wasn’t Miranda that he was smelling but his best friend Nicole. It was his platonic, almost-sister’s scent from her shirt that was filling his nose and making him hard. Wait, I shouldn’t be thinking about her like that John’s mind screamed at him. Why not? his still hardening cock seemed to answer. John’s mind drifted back to that one, firm squeeze that he had given Nicole’s yielding yet toned ass. Suddenly, John’s daydreaming about how good it felt to grope his best friend’s ass was interrupted as Tom said smugly, “go for it man.” Even though Tom seemed closer than John would have expected, John decided to trust him. At least a bit.

John cautiously raised his hands to where he thought Miranda’s hips would be and then slowly and cautiously brought them together, wary that Tom may be playing a trick on him. John’s fingers met smooth and supple flesh. His first though was that Miranda was naked. His second was that maybe she had taken her pants off. Noticing the slight swell of hips under his hands he realized the truth. Miranda must have taken off her shirt. That was what took time and why Tom had sounded so smug. The ass was looking at Miranda’s gorgeous breasts. John realized that those same breasts must be directly in front of his face. The he realized that he was also technically cheating and started moving his hands lower.

Nicole flinched and squeaked into the gag when John touched her bare flesh. It felt like her skin was on fire everywhere he touched her. But, she thought, at least he will realize it must be me again. She shuddered as his fingers lightly trailed, coming to the realization that for some reason, John didn’t realize that it had to be his best friend that he was stroking.

When John’s fingers reached the girl’s waistband he decided to take a risk. John tucked his fingers inside the material and gently glided his nails over her skin, sliding his hands to the front of her waistband. Every nerve in Nicole’s clit was on fire now. She had thought she was already turned on, but all she could think of was getting a hand on her clit, she really didn’t care whose.

John dragged his nails down the outside of her jeans heading directly to her clit. Nicole was in heaven, she was about to have John stroking her little button, as weird as that thought normally would be, in her aroused state it was the best idea she had ever thought of. Her anticipation grew as his fingers got closer and closer. Abruptly, to her, his hands changed direction back to her outer thighs and she remembered that John’s descriptions of what he wanted to do Miranda always included minutes of teasing that would feel like hours of **** to her at this point. She groaned loudly into the gag.

Sarah had been pretty sure that John wanted to get into Miranda’s pants before she decided to sub in Nicole for his crush. But, based on how he was stroking Nicole and the moans he was eliciting from the normally prude girl. Nicole was squirming like a bitch in heat, almost thrusting her cunt at the oblivious man, who had yet to touch her hot little box.

Miranda first thought that it would be funny to substitute Nicole for her to trick John. But now, she was just jealous. The way Nicole was moaning and squirming was a testament to John’s skills. The skills that he should be using on her. It was supposed to be her turn and she had been cheated out of it. She wanted to be touched like that. She was so horny, Nicole’s tiny breasts were so hot and were just right to fit in her mouth. Sarah’s earlier lap dance had looked so fun and as much of an ass as was, Tom had a rocking body. And apparently a giant cock to make up for how big a dick he was. Uh, she wanted John’s hands on her.

Nicole was out of her mind with lust at this point, she didn’t care where she was or who was watching or who was touching her. It seemed like forever that John had been stroking her, getting closer and closer to the raw bundle of nerves and gushing cleft that her vagina had become. As she squirmed, Nicole could feel her nipples scrape across the inside of her bra and couldn’t help but moan. She was certain that if he just stroked her, she would cum. She would give anything for him to just touch her. She would give him her virginity, hell she would give him her anal cherry too, if he would just stop torturing her and finish the job. “Mmmhhh…” She moaned, his cock inside of her would be amazing. Her mind flashed to the massive tool that she had had in her hand not 20 minutes earlier. What would it feel like to have that giant limb stretching her little pussy out? She drew in a breath as she shuddered in near ecstasy, her eyes drifting to Tom’s crotch where his boner was still standing hard as ever.

Tom noticed when the little slut started staring at his cock. She was probably drooling on his shirt. He had been watching her chest with rapped attention. Her bra was barely too large and left some room between her perky little tits and the inside of her cup. From his higher vantage, he could see as the rock hard pencil erasers that were her nipples slid from one side of their loose containment to the other. He imagined pulling on them to **** her to impale herself on his massive cock, ripping her sopping cunt in half.

John was in heaven. He had dreamed for months of this moment. Of teasing and stroking Miranda. He would bring her into such a state of arousal that she couldn’t help but come back to him for release. He was going to work her up so hard. By her squirming and muffled moans he knew he must be getting to her. He wanted to leave her wanting more, but couldn’t resist actually touching the prize. He was harder than he had ever been before in his life. He could feel the rough jean material against the head of his cock, poking out past the opening of his boxers, as he went in for the final brush.

Nicole was on edge. She had been on edge for hours now. She couldn’t stand it. Every time her nipples dragged against the supposedly smooth interior of her bra, every fiber plucked at her pending orgasm, but none got her there. Then, she felt the pressure from John’s fingers increase. With his last strokes, he dragged the seam of her pants across her clit and overloaded her nerves. It hit every nerve in her body just like jumping into a frozen lake, but instead of a feeling of shock, her nerves screamed in ecstasy. She screamed in release, her gag muffling almost all of her scream. Just as that overwhelming feeling started to become normal, she lost feeling in her extremities and her world went black.

Sarah was shocked when Nicole suddenly went from moaning and squirming to stiff as a board and screaming into her gag. She let go of the lucky bitches arms as it was clear her turn was definitely over. She was so horny, she needed a release, and her crafty mind thought of a way to get it. Then she realized her mistake as Nicole bonelessly fell to her knees and slumped forward, her head landing in John’s lap.

John heard the muffled moan grow in loudness as he made his final move. Part of him thought he may have taken it too far with that last one, but he had to feel her pussy and he swore that he could feel moisture through her jeans. Then he heard a thump and something landed gently in his lap, right on his straining cock. John quickly realized what it was as it shivered moaned again, the vibrations almost directly on his cock.

Nicole never actually blacked out, she just lost the ability to control her limbs or see for a bit. As she knelt there shaking and moaning in the last throws of her first non-self-induced orgasm her vision started to return. With her vision came post orgasm clarity. John, her childhood best friend, had just got her off. Not only that, but everyone had to have seen. And she wanted him again. She wanted him inside her. She needed him inside her. But, he had no idea. He probably still thought she was Miranda. OH NO! she thought as she felt his cock twitch against the side of her neck, I’m in his lap – he’s never going to forgive me for tricking him – he’s never going to give me that marvelous cock I’m laying against. She felt like she was about to cry. She quickly put her hands on his thighs and pushed herself to standing to get herself out of the situation. Feeling John’s straining member under her hand as she got up, she gave it one last squeeze goodbye. Then, she decided to do something that she never would have let herself even think about before tonight. She was going to get John to fuck her.

John felt Miranda’s farewell squeeze of promise on his cock when she got up. Deciding it was time to try to move forward with the game and maybe play it off to everyone else as simply an escalation of the game, he said as he started to reach for the blindfold, “Okay. I think I-.”

“Wait!” Both Miranda and Sarah say at the same time.

John froze, waiting for the girls to clarify what they meant. After a short non-verbal conversation consisting of meaningful looks and glares between Sarah and Miranda, Sarah turned back to John, ready to implement her plan.