To the bathroom

You decide to attend to one of your most basic needs first and walk out the door towards the bathroom, hoping that maybe while you're their you could catch Nicole and try to explain yourself. Every step you take up the stairs makes you acutely more aware of how full your bladder is, a feeling that had been suppressed by your erection and other distractions.

Arriving at the top of the stairs you see Miranda, leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, staring absentmindedly into space. Seeing her there you realize there's something you want to talk to her about too, but you're not sure if you have the strength to bring it up. "Hey." You say, trying to catch her attention as casually as possible. "Hey." She replies, smiling when she sees it's you coming up the stairs. Sauntering down the hall you lean against the wall next to Miranda, playing it cool even as she rests her head on your shoulder.

"It's nice to see you." You say awkwardly. "It's nice to see you too." She replies, slipping her hand into yours, her warmth spreading through your body as she does so. "To be honest Miranda, I wanted to talk about..." You try to say it but you're courage fails you. "What is it John?" She asks, squeezing your hand and looking up at you with her hazel eyes full of concern. "About, what happened earlier, with you and Tom." The words finally **** out from between your lips.

"Oh John, don't worry about that." She sighs, resting her head on your shoulder again. "It was just part of the game." Her platitudes do little to comfort you so you keep pressing the issue. "I know, I know, but... The way you looked at his, y'know." You can't bring yourself to say you're upset about how she stared at his dick but Miranda still knows what you're getting at. "Okay." She sighs, a little exasperated. "I stared at Toms dick because it was..." As she trails off your mind fills the blanks with all the worst adjectives that the sentence could finish with. Impressive? Incredible? Enticing?

"Intimidating." When Miranda says that word it feels like a weight lifts off your shoulders. "I can't imagine a woman enjoying trying to take in something that thick. It makes me shiver just thinking about it." Her words buoy you up and as she says them you feel yourself stand up a little straighter. "But you know what?" She continues, stepping in front of you to look you in the eyes, with her hands on your shoulders. "It wouldn't matter if Tom had the best dick in the world. Because it's still attached to Tom. I like your dick because it's attached to you. And, I like you."

When she says this she throws herself forward, her head pushed into your chest and her arms wrapped around you. Instinctively you hug her back, embracing her joyfully. Those last three words she said somehow feel more intimate than all the time you've already spent tonight kissing and cuddling. Breaking the embrace a little she runs a hand down your stomach and under your waistband, her slender fingers grazing smoothly down your shaft.

"Maybe I can show you just how much I like your dick?" She asks, kneeling down while never breaking eye contact with you.