Tom

You slowly made your way back towards the group, your fists clenched in anger and jealousy. You reached down and picked a name. When you saw who you'd picked, you couldn't believe it.

"I picked Tom" you said aloud. You knew this was your chance to get your crush away from that asshole.

Some of the others must have guessed your first reaction too. From inside the closet you heard Miranda moan in disappointment. She must have expected you to cut her time with Tom short.

You were still angry. You felt betrayed and rejected. It was obvious she still wanted to be with him. She'd chosen someone else, could you blame her for that, could you? That didn't make you feel any better though. You remembered the way she had looked at him. The only thing you had ever wanted was for her to look at you like that. You knew how she'd feel about you if you stopped her now. She'd made her choice.

"Tom" you blurted out angrily "do whatever you want to her"

You didn't look at the others as you moved back to your seat. You imagined they must have looked pretty shocked. You didn't care though. You sat back down in your seat without saying a word and kept your eyes locked on your feet. You only glanced up when your heard a squeal of excitement from the closet. You felt your jealousy spring up again as you realised that Tom must be inside her.

The others were still silent letting the room fill with the rhythmic creaking and quiet moans from the closet. It was almost unbearable, sitting there trying not to imagine Tom's dick slipping in and out of Miranda's soaked pussy. You noticed shamefully that it was still making you hard.

"Someone better pick for Miranda" Sarah giggled "she seems a little preoccupied at the moment"