Still you, but there’s a catch

“It’s you little buddy,” Tom said cockily.

Ok so Sarah was being forthcoming, but I still felt there was more.

“Ok I choose-”

“Not so fast,” Sarah interrupted. “There’s a penalty for holding up the game.”

Great. This couldn’t be good.

“You’re required to do dare here, seems only fair to keep things exciting after waiting so long.”

“I told you he was dealing with the wardrobe malfunction!” Matt tried to defend.

“Right because of Nicole’s _prank.” _Sarah bemused. “That’s why she’s got the same penalty next time the bottle lands on her.”

Nicole pouted while crossing her arms. At least I wasn’t the only one I suppose.

“Oh! We’re going to need the speedo lineup as well, the whole squad’s here.”

Ugh I nearly forgot. Tom was already in place, posing and flexing . Matt and I begrudgingly made our way toward him. I could feel the rest of the group’s eyes on us.

“Ten-hut!” Sarah laughed as we queued up. I did my best to keep eyes on Miranda, to keep things….firm. Though the others were easy on the eyes too.

Nicole, Sarah, and Miranda were now conducting their inspection as they approached the line. I tried to look forward at them, without glancing at my own situation or that of my “competition.”

I was so nervous I couldn’t tell if I was still hard, or the anxiety had shrunken me.