Miranda

Nicole's slender fingers seized upon the first slip they touched, yanking it out of the hat like a caught fish and bringing it up for her to read.

"Miranda," she hurriedly announced, still pinning her bra to her chest with one hand, even as her eyes flicked up to find the brown haired beauty. When she locked gazes with the smiling young woman, Nicole found herself unable to speak. She wasn't pinned by insecurity like John usually was when face to face with Miranda's stunning attractiveness, rather Nicole was tongue tied because she had no idea what to say.

In her haste to draw a name, she had neglected what came afterwards, so now she found herself scrabbling through the recesses of her panicked mind, searching for a reasonable dare to give her counterpart.

"I, er. . ."

Nicole adjusted her bra as she thought, pushing it higher in an attempt to keep her cute boobs hidden. Even though they were covered again, she could still feel lecherous eyes groping over her chest, like grasping hands. It was a new experience for her, modest breasts like her own didn't usually garner so much attention, and it was creating an unusual feeling of warmth in her stomach.

**** for a solution to her novel problem, Nicole's eyes briefly dipped downwards, where they alighted upon the solution to her problem. Miranda's perfect pair of distractions. Nicole knew from bitter experience that guys always paid attention to the bigger breasts when given the chance. Sighing as she remembered how attention from boys her age gravitated fickly to whichever pair of boobs was bounciest, Nicole got ready to get out of the group's spotlight.

"Miranda, since I've already, sort of, flashed everyone, I dare you to do the same. You have to take your top and your bra off for the rest of the night!"

John smiled and pumped his fist at Nicole when he heard her words, but Nicole mostly ignored him. This time, it wasn't really for him, it was just so she'd have a chance to redress without being leered at too much. Part of Nicole did feel bad for using the 36C endowed Miranda in this way, but at least the pretty brown haired girl didn't look too put out about it. In fact, she was smiling as she got to her feet.

"I suppose this is only fair," she shrugged, nodding her head towards John's exposed dick beside her. With every guy bearing his shame stoically, she couldn't exactly complain about having to show off her tits. Not that she wanted to complain, anyway. It was good to let them breathe every now and again, and there were a couple of people at the party who she wouldn't mind teasing a little.

Every eye was on Miranda as she swayed her hips to the center of the room, a fact that she thoroughly relished. She wasn't as much of an exhibitionist as Sarah, but if she was going to have to strip for an audience, she would rather they be attentive. John, Matt, and even Nicole, all watched intensely, but furtively. Only Sarah and Tom watched openly, the latter spreading his legs as he stared, as if to taunt her with his short cock.

When he caught her looking, Tom grabbed the base of his dick with his thumb and two fingers, wiggling it at her like a happy little tail. Unsure of how exactly to respond, Miranda turned away, a smile on her face and a blush of more than just embarrassment in her cheeks. Ignoring her odd new feelings for a moment, she focused back on the task at hand: being a stripper for all her friends.

Swinging her hips to an inaudible song, Miranda traced her fingers around the hem of her tight white top. A fluttering of her fingers hooked on to it, edging it up slightly and unveiling the first few centimeters of her pale midriff. Hauling it up further, she pulled it up until it bunched up just beneath her breasts, her slender middle and smooth stomach now visible as if she was wearing a crop top.

A wolf whistle came from behind her as Miranda turned and danced on the spot, giving everyone a chance to get a good look at her. Both her arms crossed beneath her sizeable bust, pushing it up and making it look even bigger, as she grabbed the hem of her shirt from both sides at once. In a single motion, she flicked it up and over her head, the thin garment sailing upward and pulling her long brown hair over her face.

Like she was emerging from the pool, Miranda threw her head back, sending her luscious brown locks cascading like a wave down her back. The motion threw her chest out too, making her 36C boobs bounce in their bra, white cleavage jiggling hypnotically. Just like a real stripper, Miranda swung her shirt round and round over her head. With a flick of her wrist, she released the discarded piece of clothing, sending it sailing back towards her own seat as she took the opportunity to take stock of her audience.

Tom and Sarah were still staring, both of them clapping in rhythm with Miranda's swinging hips. Matt was studiously trying not to look, and Nicole was surreptitiously using Miranda's display as an excuse to firmly redress in her own frilly bra. John, meanwhile, looked at her with such slack jawed admiration, that Miranda couldn't resist shooting him a little wink. Luckily for him, she turned away again before his cock twitched, and a drop of precum ran down it's short length.

All that was left now was to remove her lacy black bra, but she didn't just want to slide it casually off her shoulders. Everyone's watchful eyes made it clear to her that her 36C boobs were the main event, and she didn't want to spoil her show by giving them a lackluster introduction. No, her pretty titties deserved a dramatic entrance.

Sensually, she ran her hands up her body again, slender fingers trailing against her flawless skin. At the hem of her bra, her fingernails brushed against it, teasing like she was going to slide it's cups up and over her boobs. Instead, her hands slid on past it, crossing over on her chest to grab herself by her shoulders. With a flick of her finger, her left bra strap tumbled down her arm, followed a beat later by her right.

Now her bra was held on only by the hooks at it's back, and it was like Miranda was wearing a tube top. Every movement of her body, every breath she took, threatened to dislodge her precarious garment, a thought that almost excited her as much as her audience. She didn't have to take her bra off to know that her nipples were already hard beneath it. At least she'd definitely be showing off her boobs at their sexual best.

Leaning forward to further show off her chest, she snaked both her hands behind her back, searching for the one tiny clasp that held back the avalanche of her snowy cleavage. Once she found it, it only took her another second to undo it, releasing the tension on her boobs, and loosing a sigh from her pouty lips. Only her arms pressing to her sides stopped it from slipping away altogether, but now it was barely even on her at all. Her bra was more like a cloche, covering the delectable dish beneath, and soon to be removed.

Still holding it in place with her biceps, Miranda reached up to her bra with both hands. Delicately, she grabbed it with her fingertips, holding the flimsy fabric in front of her chest, as she continued to sway her body provocatively. Just like at an actual burlesque show, she pulled her bra off her chest and began to tilt it teasingly back and forth, flashing her underboob at her audience.

As she danced the fabric back and forth, she slowly pulled it further and further from her chest, meaning her perky nipples would be visible from her sides anyway. Finally, almost frustrated by her own teasing, she suddenly yanked her bra away entirely. Eyes went wide and cheers were shouted, as Miranda's 36C breasts were finally freed. Like she was on a pogo stick, Miranda bounced around on the spot, shaking her big tits and making sure everyone got an eyeful.

The smiles, the cheers, the bashful blushes, she drank them all in. Every reaction was a compliment to her, and she wanted as many as she could get. Squeezing her bust between her arms, she looked at John and Tom again, the former vainly trying to hide his small erection, whilst the latter proudly pushed his hips forward. Both their reactions were so different, yet they still made her feel the same way.

Once she was sure everyone had gotten an eyeful, Miranda stopped her spinning, and reached for the hat instead.

"Was that what you wanted, Nicole?" She asked.

"Yes, exactly," the petite blonde haired girl replied, straightening out her bra on her own chest, her little titties now covered up again.

Laughing at the shorter girl's cunning deception, Miranda picked the hat up from the table in front of her. She had to hand it to Nicole, using her boobs as a distraction so she could redress, was pretty clever. fortunately for the little nerd, Miranda had enjoyed it too, so there were no hard feelings about being someone else's tool.

With every eye on her, Miranda walked back across the room to her seat, John's eyes going wide as dinnerplates as she approached. On her chest, her 36C breasts bounced with every step, hypnotizing him so much that he nearly jumped when she sat down. Smiling to herself, Miranda pretended not to notice his worshipful stare, instead busying herself with slipping a hand into the hat.

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