Sarah's

There was a brief moment of silence as Matt looked from one option to the other. On his right was Nicole, extra petite and with a cute booty to match. She was so shy and retiring that it was possible that no one had seen under her panties before, except the girls in the shower of course. That forbidden aspect was probably the most interesting thing about her little ass, besides what shades of red it might be turning from Tom's spanking.

On Matt's left was Sarah, one of the hottest girls on campus. She had an ass so fat that it could fill both hands and leave you wishing you had a third. Unlike Nicole, many people had seen her nude before, they'd already admired the cleft of her perfect mound and the curve of her voluptuous ass cheeks. Just because other people had seen it wouldn't make the sight any less hot, of course. Niagara falls was popular too, but it was still stunning.

In the end, it probably wouldn't have mattered if Nicole had the ass of a Kardashian and a vagina sculpted by Venus. Matt had his crush, and he was never going to choose anyone else.

"Sarah, can you stand up for me?" He asked, his voice faltering slightly as he spoke. "Hehehe, yes!" Sarah giggled, hopping excitedly to her feet. Despite their being almost no contest she seemed very happy to have won. She bobbed giddily in place, the motion making her big breasts bounce hypnotically again. Matt's eyes widen at the sight, and the fact that his crush was smiling at him so broadly only made him more tongue tied. Even from the side where you were sitting, the view was impressive. Sarah's soft tits stuck out in front of her, and her firm ass stuck out behind, both of them rippling slightly with her energetic movements.

Now she was stood up again you could take proper stock of what she was wearing, tearing your eyes off her jiggling tits to do so. Her skinny jeans rode low on her hips, emphasizing her curves and showing off the telltale strings of her thong, that sank slightly into her soft skin. The jeans themselves were so tight that they were almost painted on as they strained across her bounteous ass, and you wondered if Matt would even be able to get them off of her without peeling them. Whether he could or not, her certainly looked willing to try.

Matt's jaw was set and his eyes were resolutely focused on Sarah's waistband, as if he knew that if he allowed his eyes to venture upward again they'd be caught by her tits or entranced by her sparkling eyes. "What 'cha waiting for, big boy?" Sarah asked, putting on her sexiest voice, almost like an animals purr. Her hips rocked side to side in time with her words, a little mating dance to even further tease Matt. At Matt's sides his hands balled into fists, clearly resisting the urge to just reach over and grab her how she seemingly wanted him to, but besides that he showed no reaction.

For a moment you thought the dare, combined with Sarah's sexy display, had broken your friend and his mind had frozen like an old computer. It was only when he suddenly began to move that you knew his brain was still running. With a deep breath in, he stepped over to Sarah. In an instant, he was in her personal space, their faces nearly touching and her breasts only centimeters from his chest. His hands went to her waist as grasping claws, only to stop at the last moment and relax, taking her by the hips more gently instead.

One hand rested on Sarah's left hip, holding her steady as she laughed playfully, whilst the other traced round the waistband of her jeans towards the center. His stumbling fingers found the button fly and began to undo it, whilst Sarah jokingly took in a deep breath like she was sucking in her gut. There wasn't much gut to suck in, of course. Sarah was in lingerie model shape and any fat on her was concentrated in all the right places, her thighs and ass especially.

Pop! The button shamelessly announced it had been undone, and Sarah's jeans instantly hung a tiny bit looser on her thighs. The sound of her zipper's teeth unknitting followed, accompanied by a relaxed sigh from the ravish red haired girl herself. Evidently her jeans had felt as tight as they'd looked, and having them loosened like this was a relief. Matt's eyes were wide like dinnerplates as he looked down Sarah's body. From his position so close to her he could see down her smooth stomach and into the little opening in her jeans he had created, the color of her slutty panties gracing his unworthy eyes.

"Hey, my jeans aren't gonna take themselves off," Sarah teased him as he stared. It took her cupping his chin and dragging his gaze upward to pull his eyes away from her fabric covered mound. Matt blinked as their eyes met, suddenly remembering his dare. His shaking hands snaked to the sides of her waistband and tried to yank her jeans down, but Sarah's fat ass and thick thighs snagged them and halted their descent. Instead of smoothly ripping her clothes off like a caveman, he had to wiggle Sarah's pants awkwardly over her most delicious curves.

While Matt struggled, Sarah did her best to "help" him. She swayed her hips side to side like a belly dancer, even raising her hands over her head as she swayed like she was performing on stage. Their combined efforts moved her jeans down in short spurts, slowly unveiling more of her ass and her panties. Her ass was exactly as you were expecting. Hot, thick, and bouncier than a rabbit on a pogo stick. It was her panties that surprised you. They weren't the slutty, teeny-tiny, leopard print, micro-thong that you'd been expecting form a girl with Sarah's (well earned) reputation. They were a little small, and they were undeniably sexy because they were on her hot body, but besides that they seemed pretty standard. A sheer black thong, with some lacy decoration adorning her plump mound.

You weren't the only one admiring Sarah's underwear. Matt and Tom looked at the sight with the same sexual reverence as you. Matt, from his position on one knee pulling Sarah's jeans down her calves, looked like he was ready to worship his crush right there. Miranda and Nicole, meanwhile, looked less enthused. Miranda was openly scowling at how Sarah had easily managed to monopolize and bask in the limelight, despite still being less dressed than herself. Across the room from her, Nicole's own brow was furrowed in confusion. Nicole was grateful Matt hadn't chosen her, and she would hate to be stripped half naked like that in front of everyone, yet looking at another girl getting that experience made her feel. . . jealous. It didn't make any sense.

If the sight of Sarah in her panties was intriguing, then the view was about to become completely captivating. Matt had freed Sarah's ankles from her jeans, and now his shaking hands crawled tenderly up her thighs to the thin strands that held up her underwear. In a moment of silence his fingers curl around the strings and, without thinking, you all hold you breath. With one firm tug, her panties are pulled down, unveiling Sarah's hidden treasure. Gossamer strands had joined her wet pussy to her underwear for a moment, before snapping as her panties slipped easily over her thighs.

The sight was exactly as you'd expected, but you still craned your head to get a better view. A short, perfectly manicured bush of red graced the tup of her pussy, a welcome mat for all the hard and twitching cocks that come to visit. Beneath that was her plump and soft pussy, two lips that looked almost as kissable as the ones on her face, with her wet and drooling opening nestled safely between them. Between them both, above her opening and below her red haired trim, was her tiny pearl of pleasure. Despite having received very little attention herself, her clit was already noticeably swollen from across the room, like a sweet, little, cranberry that you could pinch between your teeth.

Sarah surveyed everyone staring at her with her own giddy smile. This many pairs of eyes glued so ceaselessly onto her made her feel like some sort of goddess, a feeling that Matt on his knees in front of her only reinforced. Outside of her plan, being this desired simply felt good. Everyone wanted to be wanted sometimes, and Sarah could tell from the bulges in your pants and the drool from Matt's wide open mouth that all the boys present really wanted her. Inside her plan, Matt being so enamored with her would make it easier to distract him form her ulterior motive.

Of course, positive adoration wasn't the only emotion Sarah saw directed to her. Miranda and Nicole both looked less than pleased by her shameless display, the green eyed monster having taken up residence in both of them. Their jealousy would play into her plan too, the pair of them would probably be willing to do even more if it meant they could get some of the attention Sarah was experiencing. Everything was coming up Sarah, and she hadn't even had to do anything directly. Tom was turning out to be an even better collaborator than she'd expected. If he really did manage to fuck Nicole and Miranda in one night, Sarah would have to give him a treat. Only once she was done "distracting" John and Matt, of course. Speaking of Matt. . .

Sarah reached out a hand and gently placed it on Matt's head, forcing his eyes up once more. His vision went from staring at Sarah's well-kept pussy, to her heaving tits, to her twinkling eyes in just a second. "Aren't you gonna take my panties?" She asked, her voice dripping with sultry tones. With practiced poise, she raised one foot to him, her panty twirling around her ankle like a bracelet. In worshipful silence, Matt grabbed the fabric and slipped it free, his fingers grazing over Sarah's delicate foot as he pulled away.

With her underwear in hand, Matt looked up Sarah's body again. He looked completely lost now, like his life's purpose was complete and he now had to find something else to do with himself. It was Sarah who ultimately moved first. She ruffled his hair with another giggle, before stepping around him and toward the table. As she bent over it, you got another sight of her ass. It was like two full moons rising Matt's head, her ass cheeks and legs combining to make a pale heart shape. When she stood up straight you quickly looked away, suddenly remembering it was rude to stare despite doing it for minutes already.

"It's you dare, remember?" Sarah laughed again, evidently finding his dumbstruck awe charming as she handed him the hat. His unfocused eyes looked won to the hat in his hands in confusion, his brow furrowing as Sarah retook her seat. It was seemingly a couple of seconds before Matt remembered where he was. His eyes flooded with realization as he returned to reality, his thoughts leaving Sarah for the first time since he started stripping her. "Oh yeah, my turn now. Thank you Sarah, thank you," he rambled as he got to his feet, bowing his head slightly to her like she was a queen and he was a commoner.

You smiled at Matt's stumbling, but you couldn't blame him for being a little lost. The view of Sarah had been enchanting to you, and you didn't even have a crush on her. You could only imagine how it felt stripping her down like that, while also being almost in love with her. Back in his seat, Matt seemed to be recovering his senses and, as he put his hand into the hat, he made ready to draw a name.

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