Yes

With Miranda's obvious and undeniable interest, how could he have ever stopped now?

Faster than before, he stroked off his little dick again. Zzzt, zzzt, the zipper on his jacket bounced, spurred into motion by his rapid right hand. That quiet percussion was quickly joined by the sound of his own deep breathing. John couldn't hear any of that, however, over the sound of blood coursing in his ears.

It wasn't just the moderate exercise of jerking off that was making his blood rush, it was who he was doing it for. Miranda, his perfect, angelic, innocent, crush, had bade him to jerk off with visible excitement. Even now, she bit her thumb between her lips as she watched, squirming in her seat as if she had ants in her pants. That knowledge, that he was sating more than just her curiosity, made him pump his little dick with more vigor than he ever had in his entire life.

Unsure of what had come over her, Miranda struggled to control her ragged breathing. Seeing John desperately stroke his pathetic little cock had flicked some unknown switch inside of her, and now watching the show was all that mattered in the world. She didn't care about what other people would think, she just needed to see more.

Leaning forward in her seat, Miranda licked her lips again. Another drop of precum spilled from Matt's tip, and she imagined that she could taste it. One hand balled into a fist in her lap, whilst the other slipped her thumb back into her mouth, as she did anything to keep control of herself. It took everything in her power to keep from launching herself at John, and as tongue licked and her lips nibbled at her thumb, she began to wish that pink nub in her mouth was something else.

Across from her, John leant forward too, scooting his hips closer towards her as well so he wasn't stooped over his crotch. He didn't want to obstruct her view, after all. To make things even, he decided to leer at her too. His eyes settled on her 36C bust, a pair of perfectly pale tits, that were so firm that even free of their bra they barely sagged. John knew the rolling hills of her cleavage were enough to lose his cock in, but John imagined that he could lose the rest of himself in there too. The soft, pillowy, embrace of her cleavage, would have felt like heavenly clouds embracing him.

Their heads were nearly together now, both of them had leant so far forward while staring at each others fun parts that there was less than an inch between their brows. John jumped, and stopped masturbating when he noticed how small the gap had become. Miranda flicked her head up, wondering why her new favorite show had ceased, but when she saw how close she was to John, she understood. A genuine laugh escaped her kissable lips, putting John instantly at ease.

"Sorry, I was too focused on getting a good view," she laughed as she sat back a little.

"Me too," John confessed, making her laugh again, her bouncy pair jostling gently as she giggled.

"Go ahead, I'll let you get the better view, I think you need it more than me."

Miranda sat back, proudly puffing her chest out. In his hand, John's short cock twitched as her perfect tits were plumped to their fullest. At the sides of her bust, Miranda squeezed her arms together gently, further enhancing her soft 36C breasts. The only part of her boobs that didn't look soft and downy were her nipples, that came to glass cutting points, begging for attention.

With such an open invitation to jerk off to his crush, John could hardly refuse. Squeezing his dick firmly again, he stared openly at her heaving tits and stroked his dick like his life depended on it. Despite the motion only being short strokes up and down, he did it so fast that he quickly found himself breathing heavily through his teeth. It was the sort of animalistic behavior that he would have been ashamed of anyone else seeing, if it weren't for his crush so readily egging him on.

As he watched, Miranda dropped one hand onto her heavy chest, but she wasn't covering her tits. She was playing with herself. Firmly, she kneaded her full breast, soft tissue spilling out between her fingers as she groped her own boob. Above her bust, Miranda's crimson lips parted to allow out a quiet groan. Slender fingers squeezed down her breast, until they reached her swollen nipples. Between her thumb and finger, she rolled that sensitive nub back and forth, hushed panting escaping her sweet mouth.

John's hand flew up and down the small measure of his dick. He had always thought Miranda was the most beautiful woman in the world, but now he knew it was true. The playful smile on her lips, the way her luscious brown hair framed her 36C tits, the irrefutable perfection of her hourglass figure, it all came together to create a vision of heaven. One that was very quickly bringing John towards his climax.

He couldn't have been jerking off for more than a minute, but he still knew that he would be coming to the end very soon. If, Miranda let him.

"Miranda, I-I'm about to-"

"Do it," she cut him off, her voice breathy as she sat forward excitedly.

That was more than enough encouragement for John. In fact, he had been so close to his climax that whatever Miranda had said to him probably wouldn't have effected what happened next. With one final grunt, John's hips bucked up slightly in his seat, and his modest balls contracted. Like a water pistol, his cock spurted in his hand, the first jet shooting up in the air before falling on to his thigh.

After that, he quickly moved to cover himself. Like a cat pouncing on a laser dot, he threw his other hand over the spurting head of his cock. Small, sticky, blasts of cum coated the palm of his hand, all while his eyes remained on Miranda's chest. In his head, he was pumping out those hot ropes all over those perfect tits, even if in reality his shots were being muffled. Despite her obvious interest, John was wise enough to not just cum on a girl without any warning.

Miranda's eyes lit up as the first spurt blasted from John's dick, shooting up to a height more than 8 times his dick's length. When he shielded the next shot, however, her excitement dimmed a little. She had wanted to watch the whole thing, to enjoy the display like a ornamental fountain or a fireworks display. Hiding her disappointment by covering her mouth with one hand, she settled in to watch the rest, switching her attention to the twitching expression on John's face.

More than he had ever came before in his life, he shot his humble load all over his palm, painting it white and splashing yet more cum down his hand. Through it all, his eyes were trained on Miranda, as if she were his whole entire world. Slowly, he shuddered to a halt, to find that his hands were trembling and that he was out of breath.

As he tried to regain his composure, his focus finally widened to encompass more than just his crush, and the rest of the world seemed to fade into view around her. The faces of Matt, Sarah, Tom, and Nicole swam into focus in his peripheral vision, and the enormous weirdness of what he had just done finally sank in for him.

For a long moment, he sat in silence, cum dripping down his hands while his cheeks flushed deeper and deeper red. Matt and Nicole whispered to each other, Tom and Sarah giggled, all while John felt himself sobering up and crashing back to reality.

"Uh, I-I've gotta. . . wash," John said, lurching to his feet and rushing out the door, while his cheeks and ears stung red with embarrassment. There was further noise or laughter at his departure, but he ignored it completely. He was just focused on getting to the bathroom and getting himself clean. Miranda used his dramatic exit as a cover to readjust herself, hiding her own excitement and taking a deep breath of her own.

By the time John came back, Miranda (and everyone else) had pretty much calmed down. He only had to endure a couple more knowing smirks as he came back in, his soft dick still hanging out, and his hands freshly cleaned. Rather than invite more discussion of what had just happened, he decided to move the game quickly on.

"My turn to draw, right?"
He didn't wait for an answer, instead sweeping up the hat with one hand and searching for a name before he started blushing again. That effort was rendered in vain, however, when he caught Miranda's eye again. A single smile from her made his heart race and his cheeks redden, even as he looked for a slip of paper of his own.

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