Wet Miranda's Super-Bowl Choice - Sex Stories

Wet Miranda's Super-Bowl Choice

... Tom's most attractive friend, in my opinion. He is over six feet, well groomed, and dark skinned. He is from Puerto Rico. He came in with a bottle of Boone's Farm Apple wine. Where we in college all over again? Did adults really drink that cheap stuff? (We are all in out late twenties.) "Yo, Miranda." He greeted me. "Yo, Robert!" I replied in turn. Though Robert was the most attractive of the group, he was also the loudest and most obnoxious of them usually. "I need some glasses for the wine, Miranda." He told me. I steamed inside, thinking that I was expected to be the waitress too. "You know were the kitchen is, Robert!" I told him in an icy tone. Carry, Joe and Robert had the TV on incredibly loud, and they were watching some pre-pre game crap. I thought that it was bad enough that they had to watch sports for hours, but they also had to watch people talking about sports for hours also! I went upstairs, hoping to get some reading done and hoping to tune them out. There was another knock on the door. Patrick, I was guessing. The other guys answered it and let him in. I lay down on my bed and was getting to a really intense scene in the latest John Grisham novel I was reading, and then they started yelling really loud. The game wasn't even on yet, and already the four guys were getting buzzed and yelling. This was going to be a long day. I managed to read about 100 pages when the yelling got to be really loud. I walked downstairs. The first half was almost over. The four ...

... of them were camped out in my living room, with food all over the coffee table, and at least 20 empty beer cans all over the floor. Then out of nowhere I got a really wicked idea in my head. I wanted to see if I could derail the game. What would it take to get four males to stop watching the Super bowl? Could it even be done? Remember, these were four huge sports fans. I wanted to see if there was any way possible that they could be enticed to stop watching the biggest game of the year if they had another choice. "Hey guys! Enjoying the game?" I asked. "Hell yeah! Did you see that pass? There was a 30 yard..." "Patrick, don't even try to tell me what happened in the game. Talking about interceptions, yardage, and punting is all Greek to me. You may as well be talking in another language." I told him. My wicked idea was beginning to play out in my head. "Guys, I'll bet you wouldn't turn off the game if I stripped naked right in the middle of this room." I said. Now the cards were laid out. They had a choice. See the Super bowl or see me strip. I was dead serious, because I truly believed that they were so into the game that they wouldn't take me up on my offer. "I'm sorry, but I am going to have to go with the Super bowl, Miranda." Patrick replied. They all agreed except for Carry. Joe suggested that they would turn it off for a half an hour to see me strip. "I guess we could skip the half- time show, Miranda. We will turn it off for a half-hour if you get naked for us." They ...