No one ever said "In front of everyone".

"Where the hell are you going?" Asks Tom, while Miranda quickly walks towards the stairs.

"Well, you never said I had to take them off here, so I'm going upstairs." She replies turning back her head for a moment with a blank expression on her face.

There is an odd trace of bitterness in her voice, almost like it's matter of pride for her.

"Oh, come on! You were supposed to put on a show." Whines Tom.

For once you almost agree to him. You were hoping to see Miranda without panties.

"I'm not gonna show my pussy without a good reason. Next time be more mindful when you spell your dares." She replies with a smirk that you can't decided if it's more smug or teasing, probably both.

What the hell could be a good reason, by the way? Nevermind ...

"Have it your way. But you can't go upstairs. You could swap you panties with a pair of Sarah. You'll do in the kitchen." Snaps Tom rudely.

"Fine!" Hisses Miranda from the stairs.

She quickly gets back down and vanishes in the kitchen, shutting the door behind her.

After a good five minutes Miranda returns holding in her hand something.

"Show them to us. And show us that you're not wearing anything now" Says Tom, glaring at her.

Yor crush definatly sprads what seems to be a lacy, skin-tone piece of floss.
Not the tamest underware.
Then she hooks the hem of her leggings on one of their hips and tugs down, revealing the mark left by her g-string on her flesh.

"Satisfied?" She asks exasperated shrugging.

"Not even close. Now you have to press them on the face of every single person here." Replies Tom.

Miranda snorts and aproaches to Nicole, who starts to stutter.

"I'll pass, thank y..."

Miranda doesn't let her finish muffling your friend words with her underware.
Nicole widens her blue eyes, surprised.
She holds them pressed for good ten seconds and then without a word moves to Matt, repeating the process.
Sarah is next, and then you. You try to meet her eyes, looking for a smile or some other sign of connection, but she seems still pretty pissed off as she slams her panties on your face.

The scent coming for them is quite intense.
Mixed with a little sweat and some body lotion, you cleary catch the moist trace of her pussy juices, aggravating your everlasting erection.
Tom's right on one thing. She definetely has gotten a bit wet.
But you can't blame her, as everyone seems pretty excited at this point.
And surely you don't belive in that asshole being the cause.
Lastly comes Tom, who sticks out closing his eyes with a smile, as she approaches.

"Hmmm, worderful. Like your smell, babe. I knew i was right." He exclamis after a couple of deep sniffs.

Miranda looks at him with revulsion removing her panties from his face.
She steps away and walks again towards the kitchen.

"Oh, don't tell me... you're gonna put them on again? Serioulsy? I think i accidentally droolend on them ... Still ok? With my saliva on it? Gross..." Says Tom trying to dissuade her.

"Fine, but remember. You can run, but you can't hide." He yells as Miranda slams the door.