You and Sarah need to talk

Sipping some liquid courage, you realize if you don't talk to Sarah now you will probably chicken out.

"Time! Time to eat. I'm hungry! Anyone else hungry? Let's order pizza!"

You might be babbling like an idiot here.

But you aren't sure you could convince Sarah to take yet another break otherwise, and you can just imagine the looks on Matt's face if he saw you ask to talk to Sarah alone.

You have a niggling suspicion that Nicole wouldn't be happy either. Awkward.

Sarah smiles at your suggestion. "Let's make that part of the next dare."

And with a theatrical flourish Sarah pulls the next name out of the hat.

"Nicole, your dare is to get the number of the pizza guy."

"You aren't going to let me put my top on, are you, Sarah?" Nicole finally looks at you. She wants your help here. Your shy friend doesn't want to be **** to flirt with some strange guy with only a bra for a top.

"Well look, Nicole. If this is where you draw the line. I'm sure Sarah can come up with another dare, or I can drive you home. But I don't think this is a big deal, really. It's not like you couldn't get away with showing more skin at the pool. Plus I can't imagine it would hurt your chances here."

She looks down and blushes at your last comment. "Okay, I guess."

"Excellent!" Sarah claps her hands like an excited little girl. The way her naked magnificent breasts jiggle with the motion is anything but childlike.

"Of course, fair is fair. John can't put his pants on either. He can hide in the kitchen so his massive nakedness won't scare him away," she turns to you and says "You can put your shirt back on, although I prefer you didn't" as her eyes take you in top to bottom.

"You're all heart, Sarah," you deadpan.

"My phone is in my room. Anyone want veggie?" Sarah says as heads to her room.

You say you need to get cleaned up and try to pretend you aren't following her.

By the time you get to her room she already has the phone to her ear.

She smiles as you close the door after you, and shifts her stance, opening herself up to you.

Does she want you to do things to her now? Pleasure or take her with the pizza place as an unwitting witness? Order pizza while moaning with pleasure at your touch?

That's......…an interesting idea, you have to admit to yourself.

You get her, or at least you think you do, but in some ways she might as well be an alien to you. She is who she is, she does what she wants, and she couldn't care less if anyone has a problem with it.

She's like a **** of nature. Gravity, electromagnetism, weak, strong, and Sarah.

She finishes ordering the food and now you can talk.

So you ask her the burning question "What's up with you tonight, Sarah?"