Tom (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

Miranda smiled at what she drew for a second before turning to the hunky man by her side. "Tom, I have your enthusiastic consent, right?" She asked, a smile on her face. "Girl, you can have whatever you want," he replied, spreading his legs and putting his arm on the couch behind her. The mutual attraction between the two of them was so obvious that Sarah wouldn't have been surprised if they'd hooked up before. That only made John's vain hope of getting with her seem even more foolish.

"Want me to take off my jacket too?" He asked, his hands going to the lapels of his letterman jacket. "Mmm, maybe," she admitted, "but that's not your dare." She smiled wider as she spoke, obviously a little excited about what she had in mind. "Do you remember that thing you did at the concert last week?" She asked, her voice trailing off as she spoke like she was nervous, whilst she traced her fingers in circles on the couch beside him.

A smirk spread on his face. "Want to do it again?" He asked, cracking his knuckles as he spoke. Miranda just bit her lip and nodded quickly in response. It seemed that Sarah's suspicion that the two of them had fooled around before was about to be proven correct, and more than that, they were about to demonstrate just what they'd gotten up to right in front of everyone.

"Okay, stand up and spread your legs," Tom said as he got to his feet. Sarah couldn’t resist taking a peek at the nerds as Miranda complied with Tom's request. Matt, Nicole, and John, looked shocked, disgusted, and distraught, respectively. Her aim to drive them away, and to convince Miranda to have some fun with herself and Tom, was about to made a whole lot simpler. Sarah almost couldn't keep the grin off her face.

While everyone else could only watch, Tom stepped behind Miranda. Sarah was sure she was about to see one of his strong hands glide across Miranda's stomach to underneath her waistband, only for him to drop to one knee instead. Like a football tackle, he lowered his head beneath Miranda and scooped her up into the air on his shoulders, his head between her legs.

"Oh, so that’s what she meant," Sarah realized with a frown. Instead of any lewd sex act to fully discourage John, Miranda just wanted another ride on Tom's shoulders like a typical festival girl. She giggled like a school girl as she rose into the air, her soft thighs wrapping around Tom's neck as she rested her hands on his head. While it did look quite enjoyable, it wasn't quite the overt sexuality Sarah had been hoping for.

Still, she could probably find a way to turn this to her advantage. "Wooooow, you're soooooo strong Tom," she gushed, one eye on someone else even as she complimented him. "Well," John predictably took the bait, "I'm sure I could do that too when motivated by lady as beautiful as Miranda." He shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, either unbothered or doing a good job at hiding it. "Y-yeah, I bet I could do that too, if y-you asked me to," Matt added, talking at Sarah yet again.

As if Sarah had cued him up, Tom started to squat steadily. Without breaking a sweat, he rose and fell, bouncing Miranda gently on his shoulders. Even with her weighing on his back, his every movement was smooth and controlled. Tom always was a smooth ride. Miranda raised her hands to brush against the ceiling every time Tom pushed her back upward, waving them back and forth like she was in the crowd hearing the band play again.

The only music in the room right then was her melodious laughter, a sound as beautiful as she was, that echoed off the walls. "Think you could do this, John?" Tom asked, a smug smile on his face as Miranda’s thighs squeezed around the sides of his neck. Just like he was working out in the gym, he squatted low and steadily, although he took the time to run his hands up and down Miranda's legs through her skinny jeans as he moved.

John finally looked truly embarrassed, a crimson hue filling his cheeks as his hands balled into fists. He had to watch as his crush bounced happily up and down on top of another man, of course he’d be hurt. "If you think that’s bad, you should leave now," Sarah thought. If she had her way, herself and Miranda would be bouncing on Tom in a very different way.

"I'm not sure if this is a good idea," Nicole protested, "a drop of only 6 feet is more than sufficient to break a femur, and Tom is at least that tall." Miranda paid her no mind as she just enjoyed the ride, but Tom replied to her. "6 foot 2, babe, thanks for noticing," he winked at her, "and the fall could only hurt Miranda if I dropped her. But I won't." To demonstrate the point he moved with added vigor, dropping lower and surging back up more forcefully. The added motion made Miranda's 36C breasts dance in her bra, whilst the thin fabric of her tight white tank top did little to hide the bouncing.

Before John could get too embarrassed, Miranda had had her fill. "Okay, that's enough Tom," she told him, patting him on the side of the head to signal that she wanted to go down, like he was a particularly well trained stallion. Wordlessly, he obeyed. He held Miranda by the hips as he lowered her down, ensuring she didn't slip off too early, until her feet finally touched the floor again. With a spring in her step, she bounced away from him as he straightened up.

A new blush filled her cheeks as she threw herself excitedly back into her seat, grinning at Tom as she turned back to face him. The couch springs squeaked briefly as she settled down, before squeaking again as Tom joined her, settling himself down very closely beside her. Their knees were touching now, and Sarah noticed that Miranda almost couldn't stop looking at Tom.

"Thank you Tom," Miranda giggled, fixing her hair by tucking the few brown locks that bounced free back behind her ears. "Anything for you, babe," he replied. "Say, have you lost weight? That seemed even easier than last time," he flashed his charming smile at her, before reaching for the hat. To get it, he leant across her, his face coming within centimeters of her own.

Another blush, even deeper than before, colored Miranda's usually pale cheeks. If she had just puckered her lips, she probably could have kissed Tom's cheek as he passed by so close. Instead, her eyes just followed him hungrily as he collected the hat and placed it on his own thigh, his leg still brushing against hers. Across from them, John's hands tightly clenched the material of his sweatpants as his brow furrowed. Even someone as socially inept as him could pick up on the tension between Tom and Miranda, and he didn't like it.

"Good," Sarah thought," the sooner you realize what's going on here and that you're not welcome, the better." As Nicole gently patted John on the shoulder, Tom drew a name.

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