Let Andrew thrust into her once

"I can't do any of those! I refuse to pick!" Trish said adamantly.

"Fine," responded John. "I'll just roll a die, and that will choose your dare for you."

Trish looked to her friends for help, but they looked just like she felt: like a deer in the headlights. John seemed to now be running the show, and wasn't letting up.

"That's a 4. You've got to let me or Andrew take your cherry!"

"WHAT!? No fucking way am I going to let you fuck me!" Trish said, scared now.

"Then I guess you're giving the honors to Andrew," he responded. "I'll be nice -- it only has to be a single penetration; you don't even have to finish the job."

"I..." Trish started. "Do you have a condom?" she asked the group at large. Everyone shook their heads, and John grumbled how much of a waste of a condom that would be. Trish looked pleadingly at Andrew, who obviously had no trouble being aroused in the situation, but looked just as lost as everyone else. "I... I guess we have to..." she said, sitting back in the couch and lowering her pants just enough to expose her pussy as she lifted her legs to accept the boy.

Andrew was stuck in place until John slapped him on the back and said, "Go get her, tiger!"