Sarah

Shower with Miranda

You can see Matt's face absolutely light up with glee as he reads the name on the slip and, even without him saying it aloud, you can tell what he's drawn. It's his own crush, Sarah. You can't blame him for being happy, you'd probably have a similar look on your face if you were to draw Miranda. "Sarah?" He asks, his voice almost quivering with excitement like he didn't believe his eyes. When Sarah turns to him with that playful smile of hers you can practically hear his heart stopping and the gears grinding in his head. "Go ahead Matt, I'm all yours," she purrs, further jamming the struggling instruments of Matt's brain.

There's a lengthy pause as Matt's mouth opens and closes like a fish, during which you wouldn't be surprised if he had a nosebleed like a cartoon character. Sensing that Matt's going to be stuck this way for an awkwardly long time if nothing is done you reach other and elbow him encouragingly. That seems to snap him out of it as he turns to you for a second before looking back at the expectant Sarah. "Oh err, yeah," he stutters, turning red as Sarah leans forward with her chin on her hand and her elbow on her knee. "I want you. . ." he could probably end the sentence right there and it would be true. "To. . ." He drags his words out slowly, spoilt for choice like a kid in a candy store.

When his eyes glance over Tom, still soggy from the previous dare, Matt's eyes flash with inspiration. "Pour a glass of water over your chest," he finally announces, the dare sounding a little lackluster after all that build up. Fortunately for him, Sarah understands exactly what he wants. "Ooh like a wet T-shirt contest! Good idea Matt, I've always wanted to try one of those," Sarah responds excitedly, making Matt's smile grow even bigger. As Sarah heads to the kitchen to retrieve what she needs you can't help but imagine her in one of those competitions, her big tits bouncing up and down as she jumped for joy in front of a cheering crowd. You're sure she would win.

After a little while Sarah returns with her own cup of water, raising it in the air and almost spilling some as she walks in. "Are you ready boys?" she calls out, standing up straight with her ample chest puffed out proudly. A chorus of whoops and shouts from you all is her answer, with even Nicole and Miranda joining in half heartedly. "Are you sure?" she continues teasing you, raising the cup over her breasts and tilting it so the water comes to the rim. When she gets another, even louder, round of encouragement she tips the cup those final few degrees.

Like a natural showman Sarah pours the water slowly on the top of her bust, letting out a gasp as it penetrates her shirt. She moves the glass left to right as she pours a slow steady stream, the water lovingly coursing over and around the curves of her chest. The thin material of her top, that was already stretched pretty tight by her big tits, instantly conforms to her chest so closely it's like it was painted on. As you see the pure and almost unobstructed form of Sarah's perfect breasts you quickly realize that she isn't wearing a bra, either not wearing one all night or having slipped it off on the way to the kitchen just to give you an extra special show. Both possibilities make your dick a little harder.

With the cup empty Sarah discards it on to the table with a cheap plastic clatter, before swaying her big, wet tits from side to side. You feel like a dog watching a tennis ball in it's owners hand as your eyes swing from left, to right, and back. Next Sarah bounces on the balls of her feet, giggling as her boobs bounce up and down and clap softly against each other. Looking at the sight, something out of the softcore porn of your dreams, you feel the need to revise your earlier thought. Sarah wouldn't just win a wet t-shirt contest, she'd be crowned global champion.

Based on the way Sarah's nipples didn't instantly protrude through her shirt like a special effect in a 3d movie you deduced that the water she'd doused herself with must not have been as ice cold as the stuff Tom endured. Still, as the air of the room and the liquid in her shirt meet the temperature starts to decrease and two definite rises begin to show in the fabric on Sarah's chest. You feel blessed to witness the formation of two mountain peaks in real time, the thin material of Sarah's top tautening as her nipples harden to proud points.

With that final addition, the literal cherries on top of Sarah's sweet cakes, the show reaches a crescendo. Sarah throws her hands up and dances on the spot, cheering for joy as she whirls and jigs, her sizeable breasts going as wild as she is. Looking at her curvaceous figure as she dances completely care free, her hands in the air as she throws her hips in circles and makes her tits shake, you completely understand why Matt has a crush on her. She's like the concept of fun given a smoking hot human form.

Her dancing eventually stops as she breaks down in a fit of contagious laughter, but even that makes her breasts move attractively. Soon, she's bent double from laughing at either herself or the ridiculous situation and almost all the rest of you are laughing along with her. Once she's able to regain control of herself she straightens up again, flipping her long red hair off her face as she does. "Wow, that was a fun idea Matt," she sighs, wiping a small laughter-borne tear from her eye. "You're welcome," he replies, his eyes stil wide in shock from the display. You can't blame him, if you'd seen Miranda like that it would have taken you hours to corral your jaw off the floor.

When Sarah looks at you and Matt staring at her she can’t help but smile. Not only does she enjoy the flattering attention, she’s also glad to see that you’re both enjoying yourselves. Hopefully you’ll both still be in such good spirits when Tom fucks Miranda and Nicole. With that goal in mind Sarah reaches for the hat, leaning forward over the table and giving you and Matt one last look at her swaying tits. "I hope I can come up with a dare that's as much fun as that was," she tells Matt as she retrieves the hat, making him beam even harder. Standing up straight she spares a glance at the other girls and, despite this sort of dancing being the sort of thing they'd view as beneath them, they both look a little jealous of all the attention it has gotten Sarah.

Shuffling the slips with well manicured fingers, Sarah thinks of ways to help her two female friends loosen up and have some fun. Hopefully fun with one specific individual present.

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