Nicole

"It's you, Nicole." Sarah announces, letting the note inscribed with your best female friend's name drop back into the bowl.

You dare a glimpse to your left, where the to-be-dared of this round is sitting, and recognize her frown and tilted smile as a sign of insecurity, maybe even fear.

As long as you've known her, Nicole has always been a kind of wallflower amongst your friend group. She's the shyest, most introverted and also the most sexually inexperienced member, and it's a well-known secret among you all, spilled on an evening of heavy drinking, that she's still a virgin and had yet to have her first sexual experience apart from kissing her date at prom.

Fitting into the picture, Nicole's also been really uncomfortable the few times talk between you and your friends had switched to sex and sexuality, and though not overly religious, she'd told you in a silent night of deep talk that she'd wait for the right man in her life to experience those things with him, only.

So you are able to understand why her frown had appeared once the sluttiest of her friends, who almost exposed her tits to everyone seconds ago, pulled her name and had the right to dare her. Anything.

Nicole clears her throat, strokes a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, and fakes a grin facing Sarah. "What you got for me, pretty?" she hisses.

'Pretty' only turns her head down, smiling to the ground.

"I know you're easily embarrassed, and I don't want to blame you for that. Really simple: I dare you to loose your sweater, and while doing so, count out loud how many times you've masturbated the last two weeks."

Sarah brings her head back up, seemingly pleased with her daring. "Creative." admits Matt.

Nicole blushes, opens her mouth, but stops her attempt at protesting when she sees Tom's almost predatory grin. "I believe this whole game was your idea?" he asks, smiling nonstop.

Although innocent, Nicole's other ability is running along with others, be it with drinking, trash talking, or playing a game that clearly goes beyond her boundaries just for the sake of not standing out.

She blushes even deeper, and looks at me, raising her eyebrows. You simply nod, and that's enough encouragement for her to start taking it off.

"One, two...", Nicole counts, pulling the blue sweater over her neck, "three, four.", and tosses it behind her.

She sits there, scarlet face, panting in embarrassment. You can see her small bust going up and down with her breath, though still hidden from view by the white t-shirt above. "Maybe," you think to yourself, "not for long." Seeing your lifelong best friend so exposed and **** makes you feel weirdly, angered and aroused at the same time.

"Four times... interesting" you hear Tom whisper, his shark-like smile only having deepened. Nicole blushes again, and quickly turns her head to the floor.

You push the bowl of names over to her, and without looking at it, she draws the next paper slip.