Nicole

Once more Sarah's fingers dip into the hat and once more her eyes go to Nicole after reading it, but this time it actually is the blonde haired girls name on the slip. After announcing what she drew Sarah's eyes rest on her target for another moment longer, a thoughtful look on her face. It appears Sarah finally makes up her mind as she takes a deep breath and begins to speak. "Nicole, if you would feel comfortable doing it and seriously no pressure, no forfeits, only if you want to, I dare you to ride that dildo until you climax." Sarah speaks gently pointing a finger across the table away from herself. Following that indication with her gaze Nicole didn't see a dildo anywhere, not even sticking out of the box of toys. "What dildo?" Miranda asks, seemingly plucking the thought straight from Nicole's head. "That one right there." Sarah clarifies, sitting up in her seat and pointing unmistakably to Tom's big cock.

Nicole's eyes go wide as she suddenly understands what Sarah means, and why she had posed the dare so sensitively. "Sarah are you sure that's-" Miranda begins to ask, her voice full of concern. "Shh." Sarah stops her quietly, patting her friends thigh reassuringly and looking to Nicole once more, making it clear that it is Nicole's choice to make and hers alone. With all eyes on her (except mercifully yours) Nicole finds herself paralyzed by unexpected doubt. She should say no, of course she should, why would she ever want to give that asshole the satisfaction of fucking her, let alone achievement of being her first. He was already smiling smugly, although she tried to avoid looking at his handsome face for too long. Yet as she thinks she can't stop staring at his huge cock, and thinking about how it would feel filling every inch of her pussy. The butterflies that took flight in her stomach when Tom lifted her with his strong hands had become a storm watching Tom stroke his cock while Sarah played with Miranda. It felt like all the arousal and temptation released from Mirandas body in her orgasm had simply flown across the room and into Nicole. And now those butterflies were a whirling tempest, soaking her pussy and twisting her stomach in equal measure. Doubts like "Can I really lie to John about this?" echoed in her mind but they were becoming fainter and fainter as the time came for her to make a decision.