Sarah (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

John stared blankly at the slip in his hand, blinking repeatedly and squinting his eyes as if all of the night's **** had gone to his head all at once. Finally, his eyes seemed to focus, and his brow furrowed as he read what was on the page.

The upward flick of those eyes on to Sarah made it obvious to her what he had drawn, even as a new blush in his cheeks gave her cause for concern.

"No way he thinks. . ." she thought, eyes narrowing as she gauged the fat nerd's body language. His shoulders were hunched, his eyes downcast to stare at his feet, even as he knocked the toes of his shoes together.

It looked like he was drumming up his courage for something, and Sarah had a bad feeling that she knew what for.

"Sarah," he announced her name, confirming one of her suspicions. Just saying her name drew him a fresh pair of glares from Nicole and Matt, as if the two of them were psychically screaming "don't you dare" at him. Unfortunately for them (and Sarah) he did dare.

"I-I want you to come over here and . . . and sit on my lap," he eventually spat out, even forcing himself to look at her with big, hopeful eyes.

Sarah had to ball her hands into fists to keep herself from screaming. "God damn it," she thought, "why am I so fucking hot. Because of those seven, stupid, minutes, John either thinks I'm into him, or now he's got a crush on me too.

All of these thoughts stayed firmly in Sarah's head, however, as she ran a hand through her long, red, mane and got to her feet. The one immediate bright spot of this dare, was Matt's expression. His puny hands were squeezed into fists too, and practically trembling with rage as he glared at his former best friend. If looks could kill then the one Matt was giving John would have made his head explode.

That cheered her up a little, at least

"Sorry, baby," Sarah whispered to him, patting him condescendingly on the head one last time to really stir the pot. With a mix of faked and very real ****, Sarah walked across the room, sashaying her ample hips a little to drive home just what Matt was missing out on. Her short skirt meant that every sway of her hips flashed a little peek of her pale ass.

Once she arrived in front of John, she met his timidly goofy smile with a cold stare, before her eyes flitted down over his stomach to his lap. His legs were spread wide as he sat, offering her a choice of legs to perch on. Either way, his big belly was going to limit her space, a fact that made her frown even harder. The fact that his zipper was still down also didn't make her very happy, although she knew that was literally her own fault.

Eventually, Sarah bit the bullet and decided to sit on his left thigh, judging that one leg was as good as the other. Placing one hand on his shoulder to steady herself, she flung herself down on his pudgy limb, her soft ass and his thick thigh combining to give her quite a cushion. With his gut to lean against, it felt a lot like sitting on Santa's lap at the mall.

No sooner had she settled down, than she felt a hand creep on to her waist from behind. "Hey," John greeted her, smiling warmly at her as he clearly still thought about their tryst in the closet.

"Hi," Sarah replied much more coolly, keeping her pretty nose in the air as she quickly turned her head and looked away from his dorky face. Sarah now knew from experience what it looked like when a nerd was smitten with her, and she could see that John was almost as head over heels as Matt.

"At least he has the balls to touch me without trembling," she thought, even as evil wheels began to turn in her head. Her original plan was to rid herself of Matt and John by having their crushes (herself and Miranda) fuck Tom right in front of them. But now that she was the object of desire for both of them, a new possibility opened up.

The girl of your dreams fucking a stranger would be bad, but the girl of your dreams gleefully getting plowed by your best friend? That might break Matt's puny spirit completely. Of course, that would require both the sacrifice of having sex with John, and also do nothing to get rid of him in the short term, but she could always concoct another scheme to deal with him.

Plus, once John isolated himself from his friends by betraying them for her, she could probably be as bitchy to him as she wanted to be. It's not like he would have anyone to tell.

As Sarah thought about this, John stared at her exposed chest, his eyes focused on her one uncovered nipple, like it was winking at him. Only the hat suddenly being shoved between them interrupted Sarah's thoughts and John's leering.

"It's your turn, Sarah," Nicole said in clipped tones, staring down John even as she spoke to the girl in his lap. Despite her best efforts, he still wasn't paying attention to her, his eyes wandering back to Sarah's big boobs that bounced slightly as she took the hat from Nicole.

"Thank you, sweetie," Sarah smirked, enjoying the way Nicole frowned at her as if it was Sarah's fault that John had fallen in love with her. Stirring the hat on his lap, she thought about what she would do with John, even as she wondered what she would draw.

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