Nicole

"Nicole" you read out loud, your head turning left to face your lifelong best friend. She shrugs, frowning as you let the slip drop back.

You look her deep in the eyes, gauging her opinion on the game so far by raising one eyebrow. She nods, and you face the others again to think of a dare for her.

It can't be too ****, because she's obviously not comfortable with that. It can't be too innocent either, because it'd be unfair for you others who had also exposed some of themselves already.

You sigh, facing her again. Maybe this would be a mistake, but you hope for the best.

"Nicole, I dare you to make out for a minute with one player." you say for everyone to hear, and whisper to her "male or female, your choice." She smiles thankfully, and slides over to the left, where Sarah and Miranda are sitting.

Tom's lustful grin that had appeared once you said your dare vanished, and a masc of anger clouds his features. Nicole only reminds him that with player, everyone, regardless of gender, is game for fulfilling the dare.

She quickly considers, then sits down right in front of your crush Miranda, taking her hands in her own. "Okay?" she asks.

"Sure, darling." she replies, and immediately her lips are on hers.

The sight of your hottest friend and your crush kissing and making out is one to be remembered forever. They kiss, parting their lips and letting their tongues play, and Miranda even gropes Nicole's backside, earning a purr from your normally so timid friend.

All of this certainly doesn't help bringing down your boner from before, and when you look around, you realize your not the only one. Matt is completely lost in the sight of them making out. Sarah trails a finger down the inside of her thigh. As you face Tom, you're once again disgusted by his perversion. The jock really had begun rubbing his hard length through his underpants.

"I think that's time" you yell, and after a groan of dislike, everyone returns to their pillows, and you see Nicole blush through her ruffled blonde mane hanging into her face.

She reaches between your legs, where the bowl is, and pulls out a new slip.