John

Lazy fingers traced around the rim of the hat as Miranda searched for a name, taking her time and savoring the attention she was getting. She knew that not every eye on her was focused on her hand dipping inside the hat, but she didn't care. A little attention never hurt anyone.

When she finally tired of soaking in their stares, her hand dipped into the hat like a heron, and instantly emerged clutching a slip between two fingers like a fat fish in a beak.

"Ooh, let's see who I got."

"With a flourish, she flicked the scrap of paper, and read the name on it whilst doing her best to keep an unreadable face. That was hard, however, as what she read brought a thought back to the fore that she had tried to suppress ever since the guys had dropped their underwear. The name on the paper was John, and he had the same "little issue" as the other men. Just thinking about what she wanted from him made her blush, but Miranda just had to know.

"John! I er. . ." she began so confidently, only to trail off as she thought about how she was about to phrase what she wanted from him.

Hearing his name had made John briefly jump, concerned that his crush was telling him off for shamefully staring at her heavenly 36C breasts, but when he saw her twiddling his name in her hands, he relaxed. In fact, when she blushed and smiled just from looking at him, John felt positively ecstatic. Not only was his crush topless, and about to give him a dare, she looked playfully nervous about it. Maybe his infatuation was more of a two way street than he realized.

Tucking a lock of brown hair behind one ear, Miranda steeled herself and tried to continue, stumbling over her clumsy words as she went.

"John, what I want from you, what I want you to do, I mean, is. . . I wanna know. . . I wanna see. . . I want you to show me how you j-jerk off."

Tom snorted at her dare, Sarah giggled, and John's crush herself went bright red. She felt like a little girl in school again asking where babies came from, but she just had to know, no matter how embarrassing the question was. John, for his part, did his best to make her feel better. He blushed as red as a beetroot too, his eyes going wide as the two of them stared at each other.

"D-do you want me to like, describe it to you?"

"I was hoping for more of a demonstration."

Sarah giggled again, and both John and Miranda's cheeks somehow went redder.

"Hey, I'll show you how I do it, free of charge!" Tom cried out, grabbing his cock with three fingers and rising from his seat. Nicole flinched quickly away from him, cringing to the other side of their couch, before John put a stop to his foolishness.

"It's not your dare," he spat, glaring at his nemesis, who just laughed as he fell back into his own seat.

Spurred on by his rivals interruption, John turned back to his crush with newfound confidence.

"Alright, I'll show you."

That confidence faded quickly, however, as he actually moved to start his dare. Until this moment of his life, playing with himself had been a completely private affair, but now every one of his friends was staring at him. That alone would have been enough to give him pause, but when you add in that his crush was in the audience, then John's hesitancy was more than understandable.

Gulping quietly, John turned his eyes down and soldiered on. With a shaking hand, he reached down to his little cock, and wrapped two fingers around it's underside, whilst laying his thumb over the top. Only three digits was enough for his one incher, but despite being in his usual position, he paused again. Actually stroking his cock for his crush required one final bolstering of his courage.

Without a word, he glanced up at Miranda, half-expecting to see her laughing at him for being naïve or crazy enough to go so far with her dare. Instead, he saw her smile encouragingly at him, even as her own cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Using that as fuel to propel himself forward, John let his gaze drop again (only briefly catching it on Miranda's heavenly nude bust on the way down), and got ready to complete his dare.

Just like he was in his bedroom back home, he began to jerk his little cock in short, fast, erratic motions. Eyes down as he desperately pretended that he was by himself, he pumped half his hand quickly up and down what could be called his shaft. A drop of precum spilled from his tip, pouring over his fingers and lubricating his frantic motions.

The room was mostly silent, with only Tom's snorting laughter and Sarah giggly whispers to fill the air, something that made John feel even worse. If his crush had just laughed at him then he would have had an excuse to call it quits, but her quietness as she observed him made him feel that he had **** but to go on.

When the shame and embarrassment of jerking off in front of everyone was finally too much, his hand ground to a halt. In his still grasp, his cock twitched again, asking for more.

"I-is that enough?" He asked, forcing his head up to look back at his crush.

Manicured hands twisted tightly in her lap. Perfect lips opened in a pout, before being nibbled on by straight, white, teeth. Hazel eyes twinkled with interest. Symmetrical pink nipples hardened to mountainous points.

"Could you keep going?" She sighed, her tongue wetting her bottom lip after she spoke.

Looking at her, John wasn't sure how he could say no, but part of him still wanted to stop. Matt and Nicole were watching too, and jerking off in front of them was getting weirder by the second.

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