Miranda squawked in indignation as she was manhandled. ‘Keep your hands to yourself!’ she hissed. The man was not impressed, he smirked again, lik... she was the funniest thing in the world, gave her a mocking, two-finger salute, and turned and walked away. Miranda glared after him. ‘Jerk’ she muttered to herself. Still, she wasn’t being entirely fair, if he really had wanted to grope her he had had amble opportunity. Instead, he had been all business. She was used to people being attracted to. “Are you horny?” I ask straight faced almost smiling. “Yes,” she replies her innocent smile turning into something a little more sexual. “Truth or Dare?” she asks and my smile grows into a mischievous grin. “Dare.” “I dare you to sit in my lap with your legs wrapped around my waist.” she answers. I tilt my head at the request, I expected something like a kiss or something. I move on the bed and sit in her lap and wrap my legs around her, only then did I realise why she asked for that specific. You do not move. I'm frozen in the dark, naked and drunk. Fear creeps over me as I turn to run out of the room. I get to about a foot away from the door when you grab my hair and stop me from leaving.I feel my body fall backwards with the strength of your pull and you slam the door shut in front of me while I back up to the wall, cowering on the floor like a scared little bunny. You walk towards me slowly, a small smirk on your face, your deep eyes penetrating mine. You love the fear, I can. Was Jon asleep? I didn’t want him to know I was making myself cum. I reached over and touched his leg to check. I jolt of sexual energy shot through me. If touching his leg didn’t wake him, maybe touching his cock wouldn’t either! I touched his thigh and I felt a stream of pre cum leak from my tip. My eyes seemed to roll back in my head, as lust, sexual curiosity and energy took control. I checked again to see if he was asleep, before moving my hand up his thigh. When my finger tips found his.