She draws Miranda

Nicoles mouth hangs slightly open as stated in her dare as she pulls out a piece of paper. Reading it she takes a breath to speak before cocking her head quizzically. "Wait, do I still get to dare this person?" She asks. You all look to Tom, it was his dare after all. "Yeah sure." He shrugs. "But you've gotta do your dare first y'know. You can't just dare them to put a piece of candy in your mouth or whatever." He explains. "Okay." Nicole nods before announcing the slip "Miranda." When she hears her name the brown haired girl in your lap perks up. Looking at her obvious excitement makes Nicole a little nervous but she still finishes. "What have you got for me?"

Instantly Miranda shoots up from your lap, racing towards the kitchen as she tells Nicole "Wait right there." Your petite friend squirms a little on her knees, unsure what mischief Miranda has planned. Throwing open the door Mirandas plan is made abundantly clear as she holds a bottle of vodka in one hand and two shot glasses in the other. "Party time! she tells Nicole, shaking the bottle slightly. "I told you I don't drink vodka." Nicole groans, slumping down a little. "Well tonight you do." Miranda quips back, putting the shot glasses down and setting about to pouring them. "It could be worse Nicole. There was bleach in that kitchen." Miranda tells her making Nicole and everyone else laugh. "Fine." Nicole sighs in resignation, sitting up a little straighter.

With a very full shot glass in each hand Miranda commands Nicole. "Tilt your head back and open wide." Nicole does so, sticking her tongue out a little. "Bottoms up." Miranda shouts before tipping both shots straight down Nicoles waiting throat. She gags a little the moment the acrid alcohol touches her mouth but she manages to hold her head up and take it as Miranda empties both glasses. When the final drips have slipped from the glasses Nicole closes her mouth and swallows hard, before caressing her throat and breaking into a hiccupping coughing fit.

When she's managed to overcome the mild pain she speaks again. "Thanks Miranda. That was great." She says in a hoarse whisper. Miranda laughs while Nicole staggers to her feet. "Anytime Nicole, there's plenty left if you want more." She gestures to the mostly full vodka bottle sitting on the table. Nicole merely shudders and shakes her head, making it clear this is not an experience she wants to repeat anytime soon. "Anyway Miranda" She says, regaining her composure. "Now I get to dare you right?" Miranda simply nods with a smile on her face, unafraid of any potential payback.

Nicole stares at Miranda for a couple of seconds, absentmindedly twirling a lock of blonde hair between her fingers as she considers what to do. For a moment her eyes flick from Miranda to you, and when you make eye contact she smiles and winks, before returning her full attention to Miranda. "Okay Miranda I dare you to put a hand down Johns pants." She says with confidence.

You're a little taken aback by Nicoles straightforward dare and your breathing quickens. Miranda smile broadens at hearing the dare in a way that makes your heart pound. Tom shouts something about having something worth touching in his pants but you can barely hear him, your attention is so focused on Miranda. "If you insist Nicole." She says before advancing quickly towards you. You sit back in your chair to give Miranda room to maneuver while she sits down on the arm of the chair next to you. You look up into her sparkling eyes while her fingers trace along your waistband.

She tries to push her fingers between your body and you waistband but it's too tight. Delicately she pulls back and, with two hands, undoes the top button of your fly. She tries again and this time her small hand easily fits through the gap and into your underwear. You shiver as her slender fingers run through your pubic hair. When they brush against the base of your penis Miranda blushes but she keeps moving. Gingerly she runs a hand along your rock hard shaft, you both blush in unison as it throbs at her touch. When her fingertips find your head they smear your precum along themselves and around your dick. Miranda giggles as she rubs small circles around your dickhead, seemingly enjoying watching you squirm.

When she pulls back she trails her fingers along your shaft again, coating it with thin trails of sticky liquid until her hand comes free from your boxers again. Holding it up to her mouth her tongue slips out and licks one finger clean teasingly slowly. "This was a good dare." She says, her voice sultry. Without taking her hungry eyes off you she reaches behind herself, grabbing the hat and preparing to draw again.