Sarah (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

Nicole's crooked smile broadened as she read the name on her piece of paper, before she raised her eyes to Sarah again. "Well, isn't that a stroke of providence," she announced, "I just drew you Sarah."

"Wow, lucky me," Sarah replied sarcastically. After withdrawing her hand from Matt's underwear, she had sat up straight again. Now the only contact between her and her small dicked lover was their shoulders, that brushed together gently in the middle of the couch.

"Indeed," Nicole clapped her hands together, "so lucky for you, in fact, that all I want you to do is what you were doing already!"

Sarah's eyes narrowed at the dorky girl's words. It seemed she really had gotten the wrong impression from Sarah's earlier smile.

"So, that's all I want you to do," Nicole continued, "I want you to keep doing what you were doing before we interrupted you."

At Sarah's side, Matt's face lit up, a broad smile spreading across his face from cheek to cheek. Sarah, meanwhile, slumped her shoulders and had to fight to keep from rolling her eyes. She wasn't worried about what the others might have thought about her playing with Matt's cock again, the whole thing just felt like a chore to her. Now she knew just how little he had downstairs, the thought of revisiting wasn't exactly exciting.

Still, it was an easy dare, and she couldn't complain about that. "If you insist," she replied, leaning over to Matt and dropping her hand beneath the blanket again. It took everything in her to ignore his greasy smile as she fought her way through his thick pubes back to his mini cock. Even on a second touch, it was hard to believe just how small it was.

"At least I'm not going to strain my wrist," she thought, barely sliding two fingers up and down it's length. This time when she looked up and felt everyone's eyes on her, she felt more uneasy. Tom and Miranda's gaze felt particularly judgmental, and she felt an uncharacteristic warmth growing in her cheeks. When she finally got his tiny cock out for them to see, then they would understand why she had been so apparently intrigued by it, but for now it just looked like she was actually in to Matt.

To actually do that, however, she would have to move the game forward, and she wasn't about to do that just sitting there and rubbing Matt's dick. Sure, she could probably make him bust in 30 seconds if she put a little effort into playing with his dick, but she didn't want the icky sensation of pleasuring him to get even worse. Besides, with so little to work with, it might have actually taken her a little while to make him burst.

Rather than trying to make Matt cum in front of everyone, and humiliating herself in the process, Sarah decided to play through. "Could you pass me the hat, please?" She asked, "I might be here a while." As she spoke she stretched out her hand, the one that wasn't occupied under the covers, toward Nicole.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather. . . finish up what you were doing first?" Nicole asked, her eyes resting pointedly on the small rise and fall of the blanket in the middle of Matt's lap.

"Hey, you said go back to what I was doing, not finish what I was doing," Sarah replied, shooting the petite nerd an icy glance.

"I suppose you're right," Nicole shrugged, grabbing the hat and leaning forward carefully to hand it to Sarah. Snatching it with one hand, she placed it on her own knee, while still pumping Matt's shaft with her other hand. In her rush, the blanket fell briefly from her chest, revealing her shapely breasts, still covered only by the smallest scraps of nipple tape. Immediately, she felt a wetness coat her fingers as Matt's little faucet leaked another drop of precum.

Raising her head to glare at him, she saw him quickly blush and look away without a word, obviously unwilling to say anything that might have jeopardized his crush giving him a handjob. Looking away again, she took a moment to pull the blanket back up first before reaching into the hat. No one else seemed to have noticed her brief wardrobe malfunction, John and Tom were both too distracted by Miranda's bare 36C breasts, only concealed bye her arm.

As she searched for a name to draw, Sarah took a second to think. She had had a scheme this whole time, but Matt's prick being so truly and utterly miniscule had changed things for her. Now, her priority was to reveal that thing to as many people as possible all at once, and the less wriggle room {bf] had to hide it or deny it, the better. Surely, there would be a way she could change the game to make it so she could trick or manipulate Matt into showing off his little dicky to everyone.

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