Sarah (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

John poked around in the hat like it was a bowl of Doritos, before his meaty hand emerged with a slip. Even with his glasses on, he had to pull it halfway up to his eyes to see it properly, but he smiled broadly when he read it. "Oh, Sarah," he said, making the red haired girl groan quietly. Undoubtedly, John would be on the same page as Nicole, and he would use this dare to try and play matchmaker between herself and Matt.

She took an extra big swig of wine in preparation, shivering slightly as the cold liquid ran down her throat. John seemed to notice that, or maybe he noticed her unrestrained tits that bounced as she shook, because his dare seemed to take inspiration from her involuntary response. “Sarah, you and Matt look a little cold,” he said, drawing her attention to the way he wrapped his arms around himself beside her.

She’d been so focused on her own thoughts (and so apathetic to his condition) that she had nearly forgotten that he had been waking around her house in just his boxers. If he’d had abs, or pecs, or anything worth looking at, then she probably would have remembered. As it was, his skinny chest, bereft of any masculine fur, probably afforded him no protection from the only lukewarm air of Sarah’s house.

“To warm you both up,” John continued, “I dare you to cuddle under a blanket with him for the rest of the game.”

Sarah huffed heavily out of her nose at the suggestion, and it took everything in her not to glare at John for condemning her like that. Sharing a couch with Matt was already bad enough, sharing a blanket with him might have been the final straw before she snapped completely and let everyone know how she really felt.

"Can dares be permanent like that?" She asked, fingers drumming angrily on her thigh as she turned to Nicole. She had hoped that her frown would have given the most observant of the nerds the hint that she despised this idea, but unfortunately for her, Nicole was still too oblivious.

"At Space Camp they certainly could be," she nodded enthusiastically, "one unfortunate soul had to spend half of the evening lying with his head upside down hanging off the bed. It was so funny watching him try to drink!" Nicole's answer broke down into snorting laughs before she could even notice Sarah's disapproval, and just like that, her fate seemed to be sealed.

Matt was already begun making himself busy by preparing for the dare. From the arm of the couch nearest him he had unfolded a soft velvet throw blanket, and was awkwardly trying to identify the long side. Haughtily, Sarah snatched it from his grip and flapped it like a flag, laying it out wide so it could land across both of their laps. That quick and thoughtless action made her breasts bounce again, the quick up and down motion of her chest captivating Matt so badly that the blanket almost landed on his head.

In a hurry, he tugged it down, smooth velvet sliding over his pale shoulder, as he laid it across his mostly bare lap. For a second, Sarah was sure she saw a tent poke through his side of the blanket, before he quickly adjusted himself. Looking up from what was possibly his bulge, Sarah caught him staring at her breasts again. With just the nipple tape on, the sight of her full and firm tits, rising and falling with her every breath, was obviously too much for him to resist.

Biting back the urge to kick him, Sarah simply grabbed the hem of the blanket and pulled it up, hiding two of her most prized assets. Matt blushed as he realized he had surely been caught, his eyes and his hands dropping to focus on scrunching the blanket in front of him. "Aww," Tom sighed from across the room, obviously also disappointed to be losing out on such a good view.

In contrast to how she had responded to Matt, Sarah smiled and winked at him, before tugging down the blanket on one side to flash one barely covered boob at him. She giggled as he grinned at the sight, before she quickly pulled the blanket back up again. It might have seemed hypocritical, to treat the same behavior from two different people so differently, but to Sarah it was simple.

Tom was in her league, and Matt wasn't. Tom had enough to offer, especially in terms of what hung between his legs, that he deserved some extra special dispensation. She would have treated Matt the same way if he was hot, so really she wasn't being unfair at all.

Taking her hands off the blanket again, she glanced to her right, only to see Matt had crept unpleasantly closer. "I-I think we have to cuddle," he muttered, sliding cautiously towards her as if she was a man-eating tiger. Sarah almost wished she was. If she had claws, she would have torn that creepy dork limb from limb and used his tiny arms like toothpicks. Instead, she just sighed.

"Fine. Here," she pointed to the spot on the couch beside her. Much more quickly now, he sidled over to join her, his bare leg brushing against her voluptuous thigh as his shoulder bumped against her own. Having him so close sucked, but Sarah took some solace in the fact that he was a wimp. He'd been too much of a pussy to make a single move all evening, so she wasn't worried about him getting handsy under the blanket.

That gave her an idea.

He might not get handsy, but Sarah could. That could be an even better way to humiliate him than fucking Tom in front of him. She could play with him under the blanket, get his tiny little pecker hard, and then "accidentally" pull the blanket away. Just stripping down to his underwear had made him look like he wanted to shrink into the earth, if she showed everyone just how little he was packing surely he'd be too traumatized to ever face her or her friends again.

Her thoughts about investigating what hid in Matt's underwear would have to wait, however, as she returned her attention to the game. "Since I'm all snug here, could you pass me the hat?" She said, extending a hand towards John. Her shoulders stiffened as she felt Matt's weedy arm slide awkwardly around them, like a slimy tentacle grasping her from behind. It might have technically been part of the dare for him to cuddle her, but it just hardened her resolve to punish him.

Without a word of thanks, she snatched the hat from John and sat back hard in her seat, only barely missing crushing Matt's elbow between her back and the couch. The clammy warmth of his arm did make her feel less cold, but only because of the hot rage it filled her with. She felt like telling Miranda "I told you having him crushing on me was awful, but when she looked up to make a face at her, her friend studiously looked away. From the way the corner of her lip quivered, it seemed that Miranda was trying not to laugh, which only made Sarah angrier.

Turning away from her, Sarah stuffed her hand into the hat to draw yet another name.

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