Sarah

Miranda reads the name written on the paper she pulled out of the bowl.

"Sarah!" She announces with a grin.

Sarah grins even wider, clapping her hands. "Come on, Miranda, you can dare me anything."

Miranda looks briefly at Sarah and then shifts her glance at Matt. "I dare you to give Matt a lap dance. For let me see," the brown taps her fingers on her chin, appearing to be in thought. "Two minutes."

You look at your best friend and high-five the bewildered young man. Matt told you that he recently developed a bit of a crush on Sarah.

"Aw shucks, Miranda," Sarah mock complained. "That's pretty tame, but I'll do it." She jumps to her feet and saunters over to Matt, who had pulled himself together and was waiting with gleeful anticipation.

You watched with interest as Sarah began dancing to an imaginary song and slowly lowered herself onto Matt's lap. As she grinded against the lucky Matt in front of everyone, you couldn't help but glance at Miranda.

"I had no idea she could come up with a dare like this." You mentally chuckle at the thought. "Does that mean that she could do a similar dare with me? Well, she liked kissing me."

You decide to explore these thoughts when your turn on the game finally came. Almost as an afterthought, you shift your eyes to your best female friend Nicole. She was clearly embarassed, trying to not look too much at the dance being performed by Sarah. Your gaze instinctively lowers to her breasts encased in the black bra. You had no idea that your best friend had such nice tits. All of a sudden, you find yourself wishing that bra gone as soon as possible.

"Whoa! Where did that come from?" You frown with that thought.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Tom's voice. "Ok Sarah, as much as me and Matt want this to continue, time's up." He says, grinning.

"Damn. I was having fun." Sarah complained as she got up, leaving an almost catatonic Matt behind. She walks over to the bowl and pulls out another name.