Sarah Chooses You

"I pick..." Sarah says drawing it out, "John!"

The only thing keeping you from jumping up and down for joy is remembering that Miranda wasn't all that thrilled about the dare. Looking to her she seems both relieved and nervous that you have been chosen. You stand up and meet each other in the center of the circle.

"Okay let's see it!" Sarah blurts out, "and Tom will let us know if you leave anything out."

Your crush looks up at you as you move closer together. She awkwardly tries to position you against her before she finally, shyly, speaks up.

"I think this would be easier..." she says as she guides you against the wall. "And now you dip, down..." she says softly.

For the first time you realize your erection is pressed up against your crush. You had been so excited you had almost forgotten to be embarrassed. You lower your body and slide your cock between her pants covered legs, just as you had seen Tom do in the closet. Miranda is breathing hard.

"Now you dare me to show you my... breasts" she says.

You gulp.

"I dare you... to show me... your breasts," you reply.

She looks up at you with her big doe eyes. She reaches down and begins slowly pulling her shirt up. Your eyes are glued as it snags at her breasts before she pulls it up and all the way off, then throws it aside. Your eyes are wide at seeing her bra-encased breasts. Sure you saw her naked in and coming out of the closet, but it's a whole other story seeing her so close.

"You like?" She asks.

"Yes," you reply, then wonder if she asked Tom the same.

Miranda smiles, then reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, tossing it to the side. Again, you saw it before, but seeing her 36C breasts up close is just too much. Miranda lifts your hands and places them on her amazing tits. You quickly grope and fondle them, pinching her nipples. Your crush moans. She then grabs your right hand and guides it down toward her crotch, forcing it under her pants. You soon feel the wetness of her pussy and begin fingering her.

"Oh John, so good, so, OH MY GOD..."

She struggles to compose herself.

"Don't stop," she whispers to you.

"This is, ohh fuck," she cries bucking against your hand, "as... far... as... we... got... new... draaaaw for meeee," she cries out, clearly enjoying what you are doing to her.

Everyone has been silent until now, unsure of where the reenactment ended, and the fun began. Sarah grabs the hat and draws... "I drew..."