Hot dog and gee whiz, Matt picks Sarah

Matt picks through the name slips a bit hesitantly after being made into a fucking goon in the last round for everyone's amusement. When he pulls a card with Sarah's name on it however, his mood instantly perks up as he looks at his crush with glee in his eyes.

"So...," Sarah begins with eyes locked onto him, full of malevolent horny energy, "anything in mind you want me to... do for you, Matt?"

"Heh heh... hoo... wow... let me think, uh... heh, um, maybe you could like... you know... feel Miranda's badonkers?" asks your ever increasingly dead to you and the world friend.

"Jesus Fucking Christ Let Me Suck Your Stupid Co-" was all Sarah could manage as she started talking loudly and clarly over him the moment he opened his mouth to make her own suggestion, stopping as she was violently derailed by his choice of words, "wait did you you just say fucking badonkers what the fucking christ?"

One of her eyes twitched violently at the inner turmoil not to shoot herself but also to eradicate his cherry as she continued trailing off to herself , "Jesus god why me, why him..."

"I know we already treaded this out earlier," you bring up while Tom snickers and says epic, "but like if the dares include other people what are the parameters for other fucks getting dragged into it like what's to stop Tom from picking Matt and making his dare like, 'ooh I'm Tom my dare is for you to sit quietly while everyone else sucks my hen.'"

Your pragmatism seems to send the room into a chimp fucking flurry as Nicole starts the caucus with "who cares there are like eighty fucking threads threads with their own house rules and everyone following this has kept up with them for like a year," only to be rebuttalled by Miranda with "hey at least no one turned evil for no reason and subjected us to like three gangs with a bunch of nicknames to memorize in a row." Tom asks what a hen is out loud, and Nicole whispers "girl cock" to him over his shoulder.

"Look here assholes this is my stupid house and my stupid slutty game, if one more of you quarterwits interrupts, especially with this meta fourth wall bullshit wasn't funny or clever or cute in the comics, I'm going to bash your skull in with a bag of frozen carrots. Got me?" snarls Sarah whose clearly a bit high strung.

The room is silent in agreement with her wishes, save Tom who chuckles quietly. Sarah swiftly throws an empty beer can at his head for his sins, and watching him struggle with the sudden new sensation renews the morale of the room with laughter as though the party were still going.

"Alright," says Sarah as she rubs her hands together and scootches in closer to Miranda and her 36C anything but badonkers, "let's give these dobonhonkeros a squeezie. A little rubby tuggy for the tonhongerekoogers.

Miranda feigns a scandalized gasp as the grabbing mitts approach her chesticles and it becomes very apparent that this is going to be a jokey bullshit snuggling between two straighties to mock your collective hell yeah lesbians boners, "oh no, anything but a goose of my bonkhonagahoogs..." she says in a dramatic voice.

Tom's skinny lady fingers all but disappear into your crush's whatever the fuck they were saying earlier while she looks from the cushions of t shirt clad girl goop that you want to touch to the various faces around the room. The way her glances dance to and fro you can't tell she's gauging for the audience reaction or for approval as she works in some rotations to her kneading motions. Miranda was playing the role enthusiastically as the band of grunting apes accounting for your half of the party circled in while Nicole sat quietly in painful silence.

"Heheheh, nice..." she said in trailing off while gingerly raising her hands to Sarah's booboids while the skankier teen was up to her performance art, almost heading directly for the nipples through her shirt for a quick rub turned full on whole tiddy grab while shakily adding, "heh, whoaaaaaa... Double trouble."

She also tried to establish some eye contact awkwardly while breathing heavily, which seemed to promptly kill the joke and end the dare as they both lowered their hands and looked away from eachother while blushing. Always sad when an in joke between friends and not homoeroticism at all dies.