...No?

No one speaks for a moment.The only sound you hear is the shuffling and movement from within the closet. After a little while of creaking you hear the hushed voices of Miranda and Tom. When the whispers stop you hear Mirandas voice much more loudly. "N-no" She sounds out of breath, "I'm *ah* n-not more comfortable." Hearing these words breaks the fresh ice of your growing depression, your eyes rising to look again at the closet. There are sounds of movement once more from within. The doors slowly creak open. The first thing you see is Mirandas face, her cheeks pink, then you look down just in time to see Tom, surprisingly willingly,withdraw his still hard dick from her slick pussy. While he slowly withdraws inch after inch of his dick Miranda mutters to herself too quiet for you to hear. When Tom finally pulls out his dickhead you see Miranda shiver like a winter wind blew through her. As the two untangle themselves from the closet Toms hand never leave Mirandas supple body, one continuing to maul her ample breasts whilst the other caresses the inside of her thigh.

The pair slowly exit the closet and as they do so you notice Tom whispering into Mirandas ear, you can't hear what he says but you can just make out Miranda responding "OK, shhh." Tom quickly stops fondling Miranda and walks past her into the room. Whilst he passes you avoid eye contact, but you're sure he still has some smug look on his face, despite having left the closets alone. You struggle to face Miranda too and instead turn your back on her to look at Sarah as she speaks. "Aw, really Miranda?" She begins, as Tom sits down next to her "Are you sure you really weren't any more comfortable? Maybe you should try again and wriggle around a little to find the right spot?" Sarah grins wickedly as she speaks, relishing her simple innuendo."I mean, look at it" , she gestures to Toms throbbing cock next to her, "I feel more *comfortable* just looking at it, and I'm sure Nicole feels the same, right Nicole?" your friend turns her head, blushing and frowning, you couldn't see her eyes but you know from her reaction where she was looking. Sarah grins wider, before continuing "So why don't you come over here and give this another comfort test?"

"No"

Mirandas response is firm and even though you can't look at her the parts of your brain that haven't abandoned all hope jump for joy. Maybe she isn't falling for Tom after all. Sarah rolls her eyes at Mirandas response before speaking "Fiiiiine" she sighs dramatically "then come grab the hat and pi-"

"No"

"What?" Sarah responds, taken aback. "No" Miranda reiterates from behind you "My dare was to test whether I would be more comfortable and you said I could do it however I want."

"But you just did?"

"Well I don't think I'm done yet."

There is silence as Sarah is unable to conjure a counter argument. Miranda speaks again

"John?"

Hearing her say your name strikes you like an arrow.Time slows. You don't want to turn around, fearing another knife to the back, but you can't stop yourself. Slowly you swivel to face Miranda again. You have to **** yourself to look up form the floor. First you notice her ankle bracelet, a tiny silver chain and heart. You're amazed you never noticed it before, you've spent so long tonight admiring her. Next you take in the moisture running down her thigh flowing from her sopping wet pussy. "Wet for another mans dick" a treacherous part of your brain whispers, almost discouraging you into turning back but you push on. Your eyes reach her 36C bosom next. Her breasts look even better than they appeared in your day dreams, but they're tinged pink rather than the pale skin you dreamt of. "Pink from where he groped her. And from where she let him"the same traitorous part of your brain whispers, but you've gone too far to stop now. Finally you reach her face, her beautiful eyes washing away your doubts as she speaks.

"Will you join me in the closet?"