John

Nicole read the slip quickly, her heat skipping a beat as she read your name. You were the last person that she wanted to face right now. The two of you had known each other for so long, and always been so close, that she almost couldn't bear the thought of you judging her or losing respect for her. With another deep breath and a slight shake of her blonde head, Nicole pushed those thoughts aside. There was no way of knowing what you thought yet, she'd barely glanced at you over her shoulder for a millisecond. She was catastrophizing and she knew it. The best plan was to just give you a normal dare, carry on like nothing unusual happened, and then see what it was people thought of her.

With that plan set all that was left to do was to think of a dare. The previous one had been so enjoyably distracting for her that she hadn't spared a moment to thinking ahead, so now she sat and let her mind race to think of something for you to do. One hand absentmindedly stroked her throat, a mild soreness setting in now from Tom's battering and giving her an idea.

"John?" Nicole said your name in a breathless tone that exacerbated your preexisting worries. You'd been so concerned when Tom had been ramming his cock down her throat as she spluttered wordlessly that you nearly leapt to help her, only your crush weighing heavily on your lap stopped you. Since she'd remained on her knees there, panting and shuddering in silence, your anxieties had only grown.

"Pour me a drink," she sighed, making you finally relax at hearing such a flippant dare. The dare put the rest of the room at ease too, making everyone else laugh or smile except for Tom, who looked too thoroughly drained to say anything. The laughing made Miranda's chest bounce deliciously before your eyes, even further easing the burden of your thoughts. The only thing left for you to do was to sort out the finer details of your arduous dare.

"Any preference Nicole?" You asked, cocking your head to one side to shout around Miranda's body. "Cold. Big. And alcoholic," she answered slowly, while finally turning to face you. To your relief, she looked pretty okay. Her hair was a mess, her make up was vandalized, and her mascara had run like tear tracks from when she had choked on Tom's cock, but she didn't look distraught. After such a rough first experience giving head to a massive cock belonging to an insufferable dickhead, you were worried she would be inconsolable. She almost seemed happier, like the whole ordeal had somehow been a relief for her. Weird.

Anyway, you had Nicole's drink order now, all that was left was for you to go get it. "Should I bring you with me, or will you just wait here for me to come back?" You asked Miranda, putting your hands on her hips like you were about to lift her up. "Hmm, I'm sure you could lift me, but I'm not sure you could carry both me and a Pina Colada," she replied with a smile. "A Pina Colada? You really overestimate my bartending skills, I was just gonna make her a vodka and coke," you laughed.

"Maybe make it a vodka and vodka," Miranda added as she unsaddled your hips to allow you to stand, "that's what I'd want if I'd had to suck Tom's dick." Her comment made you laugh again but you didn't appreciate the mental image of her sucking off Tom. Watching Nicole do it was bad enough. Once Miranda was out of your way you got to your feet, and as you walked you became conscious of a small wet patch on the front of your jeans that wasn't of your making. It seemed Miranda had either enjoyed the show or enjoyed her seat, you hoped it was the latter.

You picked up Nicole's empty glass from the table as you walked, passing Sarah and Matt without a word as they canoodled again. It seemed Matt was making the most of having his slutty crush sitting on him, and you couldn't say you blamed him. He might have been so busy toying with her that he didn't even see a moment of Nicole's dare. You wished you could have said the same as you walked into the kitchen.

Still on the floor, Nicole tried for a second time to stand up. Her legs were a little more obedient this time, shakily planting her feet on the ground firmly enough that she could soon stand upright. As Nicole headed back to her own seat she took the opportunity to gauge the other's reactions. You had seemed pretty normal, and Matt wasn't really paying her any attention. Tom tried his best to look cocky at her, but he was still too winded to muster more than a smirk. Fortunately for Nicole, she gauged that no one who didn't know her little, cock-sucking, secret suspected a thing. Unfortunately for her, only two people didn't already know it.

Miranda and Sarah traded knowing smiles that Nicole tried to ignore, turning away from them to grip the arm of the couch and lower herself back into her seat. Unbeknownst to her, Sarah and Tom shared a smile of their own. The look was brief and furtive but it seemed to scream "well, the little slut wasn't lying." Nicole had been telling the complete truth in the shower, she loved sucking dick. Sarah had noticed instantly when that horny bitch had snuck a hand into her panties, and she could tell the difference between a girl swallowing cum and a girl having a leg shaking orgasm. Nicole had probably came harder than Tom and the others didn't even seem to notice.

Sarah's scheme was going swimmingly, and now she knew exactly who was the weak link to target first. "You've already let him cum inside you once, girl. May as well let him go all the way," she thought, already picturing Tom deflowering her. If she'd came so hard just from sucking his dick, then Sarah couldn't wait to watch the fireworks from her riding him.

Nicole had barely gotten herself settled into her seat when her waiter returned, a full, black, and bubbly, glass in one hand. "Here you go, Nicole," John handed the glass to her with a smile that she weakly returned. "Thank you John," she replied, taking a sip and allowing the cool liquid to sooth her throat. There was a definite taste of **** to it, but thankfully John didn't seem to have taken Miranda's advice. Nicole had already come to dangerously close to slipping up in front of everyone, she didn't want to get too much more drunk and leave herself completely uninhibited.

"Is it good enough that I get to draw now?" John asked, still looking at her with an overly reassuring smile, like Nicole was fresh out the hospital and not fresh off her knees. "Hmm, siiiip," Nicole took a long drink, "yes, it'll do." John smiled more genuinely at that as he finally turned away from her to pick up the hat. With his eyes finally off her for good, Nicole breathed a sigh of relief. She'd gotten to have her cake and suck it too, without being caught out. So long as she kept herself under control for the rest of the night she should be fine. While quietly sipping her coke her eyes glanced thoughtlessly over to Tom's dick that he hadn't even bothered to put away, still limp, large, and dripping with her sloppy spit.

Across the room John retook his seat, and Miranda quickly retook hers on top of him. The two of them shared a smile as the hat was propped up between them again, John's fingers diving inside this time for something to draw.

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