Nicole

Shower with Miranda

Sarah draws one of the two people she was just thinking about. Nicole. Glancing at the petite girl, sitting demurely with her hands joined in her lap, Sarah can still see traces of a blush in her cheeks. A blush that Sarah knows was caused by Tom, either by feeling his cock through his jeans or seeing his muscles through his shirt. It seemed that Sarah's plan to knock Nicole off her high horse and on to Tom's cock was working, but she knew she'd have to keep the pressure up to break through her reservations.

When Nicole's eyes flit to Tom again, drinking in the sight of his shirt clinging tightly to his muscles, Sarah comes up with the perfect dare for her little friend. "Nicole honey," she begins, startling Nicole who looks at her like a deer in the headlights. "I think Tom might be about to catch a cold, be a dear and fetch a towel and dry him off?" when Sarah says that Nicole's eyes go back to Tom again, this time filled with concern rather than lust. Not concern for his health, of course, just concern that Sarah might have caught her peeping. Seeing her looking Tom fakes a sneeze and shivers, making Nicole roll her eyes before getting to her feet with a sigh.

"So is the laundry closet still all the way down the hall on the left, opposite the downstairs bathroom, if I see a pool table I've gone too far?" Nicole asks, somehow perfectly reciting Sarah's instructions from earlier. "Nah, there should be plenty of towels in the closet across the hall." Sarah replies without thinking. "Hey, why did me and Matt have to go on an expedition if there were towels right across the way?" you ask as Nicole leaves the room.

"Well..." Sarah pauses, she hadn't expected to be called out like this, "there's definitely enough towels in there for drying a little water off one person , but I wasn't sure there'd be enough for two getting right out of the shower," she explains. You seem mollified by that answer as Sarah breathes an internal sigh of relief. Without having reason to be suspicious you had almost tripped Sarah up, and it was only some quick thinking that saved her ass. While a little lie like that wouldn't blow her whole plan, too many of them would raise everyone's suspicions and make her goal even more difficult. Sarah resolved to be more careful in future, although her excitement and the booze she had already imbibed would hinder that.

Fortunately for Sarah no one is in an interrogative mood and the attention quickly shifts from her. "Aw looking at you shiver, I almost do feel bad for you," Miranda teases Tom, providing Sarah with a welcome distraction. "It's ok, I know I'm not the only one sitting here all wet," Tom replies. "What do you- oh I get it,"Miranda rolls her eyes, "thanks for making me not feel bad anymore," she sighs and folds her arms over her ample chest. "No problem," he shoots back confidently, "when you want me to make you feel good instead just let me know. Maybe we can keep each other warm?"

Before Miranda (or you) can snap at Tom Nicole comes back, a white towel folded neatly atop one outstretched hand. "I don't know what you were worried about Sarah, there were plenty of towels in there," she says as she walks across the room, to which Sarah can only shrug quietly and hope the issue doesn't get raised once more. Again, Sarah gets lucky and no one questions the towel inconsistency beyond you raising an eyebrow. "Here you go," Nicole stops short of Tom and holds the towel out for him to take only to be stopped by Sarah. "Did you not hear my dare Nicole?" the red haired girl smiles as she asks that question.

"Get a towel and give it to Tom to dry off," Nicole answers, meeting Sarah's smile with a look of confusion. "Nope, it was get a towel and you dry him off", Sarah corrects her, restraining an even broader grin as Nicole eyes go wide and her mouth falls open. "You mean I-?" Nicole stutters as her cheeks redden once more. "Yup, you get to touch him this time," Sarah explains, making it sound like this was some sort of treat Nicole was looking forward to and not an awkward embarrassment she would have to endure.

Nicole slowly turns her wide eyes to Tom, only for them to grow even wider as she unintentionally ogles his muscles through his tight shirt. When her eyes trace up from his broad chest to his smug face her blush deepens and she does her best to harden her expression. Taking the towel from both ends she grips it firmly and pulls, snapping it taut in what she hopes is a confident display. If it is, then Tom isn't impressed. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he says, "do you want me to catch my ****?"

"Yes," is Nicole's quiet reply as she closes the distance between them with a hesitant step. Despite that strongly damning negative word Tom's expression remains unchanged as she reaches down toward his chest with trembling hands. Just before her hands land on his pecs Tom makes sure to flex and take a deep breath in, doing everything in his power to give Nicole the bulging muscles he knows she wants to feel. Pressing the towel against his torso, Nicole's tough demeanor falters as she feels how remarkably solid he is, his footballing career having created a body that feels as strong as it looks.

Nicole dabs at his chest in silence, chewing on her bottom lip as she pushes the towel gently against his muscles. She was doing her best to keep her cold composure even as part of her was begging her to drop the towel and the pretense and just feel up some impressive muscles. With deliberate slowness, like she was teasing herself, Nicole works her way down from Tom's chest to his stomach. Soon, her fingers find his abs through the towel and, with a suppressed sigh, she realizes they're just as toned as his pectorals. She does her best to dry them off whilst almost accidentally raising his shirt up, giving her another peek at his hard six pack that she just can't resist.

Without thinking she drops one towel-wrapped hand lower, pushing the fluffy cotton against his bare skin while holding his shirt up with her other hand. She paws urgently at his stomach with the towel, hoping no one will notice her going the extra mile to "dry" Tom off, when she's really just removing an annoying layer of fabric to grope him better. "Hey, that tickles," Tom comments as she continues rub on his abs, making her hurriedly drop his shirt in shock. She refuses to meet his eyes as she continues drying him, wringing out the hem of his shirt as if that's what she was doing the whole time.

Once his middle is quite dry Nicole's eyes glance up to his chest and the left and right to his arms. His sleeves are only a little damp, but when she looks at his swollen biceps she can't resist the opportunity to give those guns at least a little polish. Still pretending to be professional she lifts the towel from his torso and brings it up to one arm, wrapping it around it and marveling at how thick it is at the same time. With two hands squeezing it through the towel she can barely get all the way around it, a fact Tom seems to be aware of as he flexes his arms and forces her two hands apart. Blushing furiously Nicole dries his beefy arm off as fast as she can, making sure to go back and forth around his bicep a few times, just to make sure they're completely dry of course.

With one arm done she quickly moves over to the other, keeping her gaze low to avoid his eyes (and admire his chest) as she moves over. She repeats the same process again, except this time she doesn't pause to wonder at how big his arms are and instead she sponges the moisture off in silence. As soon as she's sure his arms are dry she straightens up again, eager to be away from Tom so she can process her thoughts with some privacy. However, Tom distracts her before she can retreat.

"Hey, aren't you gonna dry my jeans?" he asks, gesturing down to the obvious dark patch in his lap. From across the room you laugh again because it still kind of looks like he's pissed himself. You stop laughing when Nicole wordlessly complies with his crass request. With the towel still wrapped around herself she puts her hands in his lap again, dabbing firmly at his crotch as he stares lecherously at her. You're very glad that she slipped her shirt back on again, you'd hate for Tom to look at her like that when she only had her little black bra to cover her breasts.

Nicole sponges up the moisture from his crotch without a word, two hands working in his lap like she was kneading bread. She slowly moves down his groin until, almost without thinking about it, one hand carelessly ventured down to his thigh again. Nicole's been rubbing on Tom's lap so often tonight she's starting to feel unashamed as she "dries off" his cock. Even through the polyester of his underwear, and the denim of his jeans, and the cotton of her towel, she can still feel his thick shaft running so far down his thigh. "He's soft again, that's a shame," she thinks, then she has to shake her head and wonder why on earth she'd think that was a bad thing, or even care about how erect Tom's penis is at all. "Maybe Sarah's got a point about big dicks, this one seems to be driving me crazy," as Nicole thinks that, part of her idly fantasizes about pulling out that big cock and wrapping her soft fluffy towel around it.

"Hey Nicole, I've got a riddle for you," Tom whispers suddenly, making Nicole look up at him while one hand freezes on his dick. "What gets wetter as it dries?" he asks. Instantly Nicole holds up the white strip of cotton in her hands. "A towel," she whispers back flatly, unimpressed by such an easy question. Tom shakes his head in response. "You," he corrects her, a smug grin growing on his face. "You get wetter as you dry me," with that blunt explanation another blush floods Nicole's cheeks. Quickly Nicole releases his cock and stands up straight. "There, I'm done," she announces, literally throwing in the towel.

"Thanks babe, I feel a lot warmer now," Tom replies, his voice returning to it's normal volume as he snatches the towel out of the air. "I'm glad," Nicole states as flatly as she can, already retreating away from him and back towards her seat. Watching the flustered little thing's flight, Sarah can't help but smile. She'd expected Nicole to give Tom a quick touch up and maybe a gentle grope, not for her to be so thorough and feel up every throbbing inch of him. Right now Nicole might be acting shaken but it's definitely more than just nerves making her hands tremble.

You watch Nicole's withdrawal with very different thoughts. You're anxious to know she's okay, but also confused as to why she let it get that far. She hates Tom so you have no idea why she spent so long drying him off, it's not like she would actually care about him catching a cold. As she retakes her seat you try to catch her eye but she keeps her head down and quietly grabs the hat instead. Whatever Nicole is feeling, you'll have to figure it out from what dare she gives next.

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