Finger yourself

"I want to see you finger yourself until you come," Tom says. "And now don't you wish you'd just gone along with the original dare?"

Your friend does turn a pretty shade of pink, but there's a determined gleam in her eye. "I'll give you three minutes. Not everyone's on your hair trigger," There are more snickers and Tom looks even angrier, but he snaps, "Fine."

Nicole settles back on one of the sofas and spreads her legs, but she doesn't remove her panties. Instead, she slips her hand beneath the waistband as she begins to rub herself, her gaze fixed on the floor and her face now bright red. You can't see anything but the bulge of her hand working underneath the thin black fabric.

"Hey," Tom protests loudly, "I said I wanted to see it!"

"You can see me fingering myself," she answers hotly, "and that's all you get," Then she ducks her head, letting her blonde hair cover her face.

Tom looks to the rest of you for support, but doesn't see any. You just shrug at him without taking your eyes off Nicole. Sarah says, "It's lame, but it's all you asked for. I'll give it to her." Most of your attention is on Nicole, however. You can't really understand how seeing so little can be so charged, but somehow... The small motions of her fingers under her panties, the soft gasps that come from her, and the way she's looking at no one, hiding her blushing face beneath the tumble of her hair, and the occasional heaving of her tits in their revealing bra are devastatingly cute and intensely erotic. You've come to terms with seeing her as a woman, and quickly. Still, when a sideways glance shows Matt watching just as eagerly, with his hand moving slowly along his very stiff cock, you're filled with another pang of jealousy. He's no better than Tom! No, she's not mine, you tell yourself, and I did the same thing earlier, and anyway, he's just enjoying watching, same as me.

As you carefully keep your hands off your own achingly hard cock, you watch as Nicole's breathing becomes deeper. Her nipples are now clearly visible even through the bra, and her hand has gone from rubbing to forceful, rhythmic thrusting, hard enough that sometimes the black cloth is momentarily pulled enough to give you tantalizing glimpses of her dripping pussy. You steal a glance at Miranda and see her hands folded over her own panties and her bared nipples now jutting even more than before

"Time," Miranda calls, suddenly. You weren't even bothering to keep track and quickly squelch annoyance that she did. Nicole presses her fingers deep into herself for a moment, then with seeming **** withdraws her hand and stands again, then straightens her panties. She shakes back her blonde hair, squares her shoulders, and goes to the bowl to draw another name.