Sarah and Nicole over John

Sarah whooped with excitement as she revealed a Queen. “Am I going to get to go again?”

“Well, it looks like I’m probably the one getting dared,” John said, flipping over a Two of diamonds.

“And I’ll be working with Sarah,” Nicole said, revealing a Queen of hearts to the redheads Spades.

“Come on, sweety,” Sarah said, standing up and motioning for Nicole to follow her out into the hallway.

The room was definitely awkward. Well, awkward for Matt and John.

I was having a great night.

“So, you fella’s ever touched dicks before?” I asked them.

“What?!” They both blurted out, shocked and appalled, making me snicker.

“I’m just ribbing you, guys,” I said. “Don’t look so fuckin’ glum. This game is supposed to be fun. Look, Miranda, are you having fun?”

Miranda smiled and blushed. She hadn’t been in a dare for a while, and while the fresh drink in her hand was certainly maintaining her buzz, she hadn’t gotten a physical tease so she was sitting with her legs closed again. “Yeah, so far,” she said. “I’m kind of excited to see where this could go. Did you and Nicole, um, have sex upstairs?”

“No,” I said. “I mean, I was ready, obviously. But when I take her virginity it’s going to be a dare right here in this room.”

“Uh, what?” John said.

“Didn’t you hear me? Did I stutter?” I asked.

“Dude, you are not doing that to Nicole,” he said.

I shrugged. “Well, I mean maybe you or Matt get dared to do it first, but I’m pretty confident it’s going to be me that plunders that sweet, untouch-”

“We’re back,” Sarah said, striding into the room. Even through the break, she hadn’t put on a stitch of clothing.

“So what have you cooked up for Johnny Boy?” I asked. “I was a big fan of your last dare.”

“Actually,” Sarah grinned, taking her seat next to John, while Nicole took the seat on his other side. “It was Nicole who came up with this one. And it is particularly juicy, I think.”

“Well that’s ominous,” Matt laughed. “Sorry to be you, John. Or maybe not sorry?”

“John,” Nicole said. “Sarah and I dare you to start jerking off, and while you do you need to tell us the person in this room you fantasize the most about, and what your favourite fantasy with them is.”

“Daaamn,” Miranda said, her eyes wide.

“Oh, fuck,” Matt said, probably thinking what his answer would have been.

Well, crap, I thought. This could throw a wrench in my plans.

“I- really?” John said. “That’s personal!”

“And having my face fucked wasn’t?” Nicole shot back.

“Naw,” I said. “That was inter-personal.”

All three of the girls chuckled at that, but I guess Matt and John weren’t in the mood for wordplay.

“Yes, that’s your dare,” Nicole reiterated.

“Uh, well, shit,” John said.

“Sit forward hun, so we can get a good look at you stroking that cute dick of yours,” Sarah said, patting him on the shoulder.

Oof. His dick was "cute." I knew what that meant, but maybe John didnt realize it meant Sarah thiught he was kinda small.

John followed Sarah's instruction, shifting his waist to the edge of the couch, and he took his fright-wilted cock in hand and started jerking himself. It took him a minute, and closing his eyes, to get to full hardness.

“Alright, John,” Sarah said, low and sultry in his ear. “Time to let it out. Who in this room have you fantasized the most about?”

John squeezed his eyes even tighter, as if he could play the ‘I don’t see you, you can’t see me’ game. “Miranda,” he wheezed.

“Wait, really?” Miranda said, surprised.

John nodded.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Miranda asked.

John shrugged. “I don’t- heh, I don’t know. We weren’t friends yet, I wasn’t sure how you’d answer.”

“Well, the only way you’d know is if you'd asked,” Miranda said.

“Hold on, hold on,” Sarah said, then turned back to whispering huskily in John’s ear. “Now the second part, Johnny. What’s your favourite fantasy about Miranda?”

“Uuugh, fuck, do I have to?”

“Yes, you do,” Nicole said, pissed off. I couldn’t help but feel like she’d done this to herself, but maybe she was trying to rip the bandaid off.

“I want to hear it,” Miranda said.

“OK, well, the one I keep coming back to? So it’s Miranda, in a sexy white wedding dress. We’re about to get married, but she’s too excited and she comes to see me before the ceremony. She hikes up her wedding dress and sits in my dick and rides me in a side room, and then she reveals she’s wearing a buttplug and that for our wedding night we’re going to try anal for the first time. And then she begs me to come inside her, so that when she can feel me dripping down her leg under the dress.”

The room is quiet, and John’s been fapping himself a little harder as he admits to his fantasy. He opens his eyes and looks across the room at Miranda, who is looking back with an unreadable poker face. The only sound in the room is the ffp, ffp, fpp of John’s hand on his dick.

“Hey Miranda,” I said. “You want to go out this Saturday?”

Miranda snapped her attention over to me, and everyone was sort of aghast that I’d have the gall to interrupt the moment. “That seems-” Miranda started, then stopped and shook her head for a moment and glanced over at John, then back at me. “Ask me again tomorrow,” she said, changing her mind. “This isn’t the time to think about dating, I think.”

I shrugged and winked at her, and she shot me a quick, relieved smile. John had stopped stroking himself, but had a smug look on his face as if he thought he’d won something over me when I didn’t get a yes from his crush. Little does he realize, I thought smugly right back at him.

The best part about the whole thing was that John really had no fucking clue what was going on right next to him. He was completely, utterly oblivious that Nicole was staring daggers right at his heart.

“Spicy secrets,” Sarah laughed as the tension diminished. “Honestly, I’ve never really fantasized about my wedding dress before, but after that little story I think maybe I could come up with something fun.” She started shuffling the cards. “Let’s see who’s up next.”

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