Tom, and it will be a contest

You snorted almost instinctively as you read that jerk's name. Tom. The first thought that leapt to mind for a dare to give him was to make him pack away his irritatingly big cock, but Miranda read his name too before you could say anything. "Ooh, let's give him a competition, like Sarah did," she practically squealed in quiet delight, putting your blunt plans to an end as your focus shifted to pleasing her. "What do you have in mind?" You asked, drumming your fingers on her thighs.

Glancing over her shoulder at him and his swinging dick between his legs, Miranda could think of a few contests she would want to see him involved in. It wasn't quite as hard as when it had roared back to life while she had made out with Sarah in it's shadow, but it was still one impressively big piece of cock. Before she could suggest any of her fun ideas, like a dick measuring contest where she got to be the judge, you had already spoken up.

"How about we make it against Nicole, that way she can get even for having to suck his dick?" You suggested, remembering how she had shuddered and looked so discombobulated after he had came in her mouth. "O-kay," Miranda agreed, doing her best to keep her tone even and not betray the fact that Nicole really did not need to get even with Tom. If anything, she might have owed him one based on how she'd been shaking as she came sucking his cock. "What have you got in mind that Nicole can beat Tom at?" Miranda asked. She knew Nicole couldn't win a dick measuring contest, unless Miranda really hadn't been paying attention in the shower earlier.

There was a moment of quiet as the two of you thought, your fingers drumming mindlessly against your crush's thigh as you struggled to come up with something that could be a cakewalk for Nicole but a struggle for Tom. After much thinking, it finally hit you. Thinking. It was Nicole's strong suit and certainly Tom's weakest, a battle of wits between the two of them would be like David vs Goliath. The first thing that came to your mind for a mental challenge, was probably also one of the oldest.

"Sarah, have you got a chessboard?" You asked, making Miranda smirk as she already knew where you were going with this.

"Yes?" Sarah answered cautiously, already wary of what you had planned.

"Perfect. Tom, I dare you to play a game of chess against Nicole," you announced. Two groans of complaint sounded in response to your dare, and you relished hearing Tom already sound so annoyed. The other groan came from the party host, Sarah.

"Really, John? How long is this gonna take?" She asked, preemptively bored. "It will take even less time if you stopped whining and told me where the board is," you laughed, already unseating Miranda so you could get up and get it. "There's a travel set on the bookshelf," she pointed to the corner of the room with a sigh, "on the bottom shelf, I think."

Wasting no time, you got up and followed her pointing finger. Halfway across the room you made eye contact with Nicole, and it warmed your heart to see her smiling so wryly. You both knew that she had been the best player in the chess club in high school, and the only reason she hadn't kept playing (and winning) at university was that she was focused on her studying. You weren't even sure if Tom knew how to play chess.

Sarah's lazy instructions were correct, and soon you found a folding chessboard in a slightly scuffed plastic case. Placing it on the table, you opened it and positioned the board at an angle so that it was facing both Nicole and Tom. The game itself was set in seconds, but still, Sarah was frustrated before you had even finished lining up the pawns.

"This really better not take long, John," she sulked, resting her head on Matt's. "Trust me Sarah, it will be over before you know it," you answered, sharing a wink with Nicole as you moved out of the way. You had shown Tom a little mercy by making him white so he could go first, but you doubted it would matter.

"This fucking nerd shit," Tom sighed as he sat forward to look at the board. You shared a laugh with Miranda as you retook her seat, allowing her to slot on to your lap once more. This time she sat bent half away from you, watching the game over her shoulder with a smirk. Tom hadn't even made a move yet and you could tell from the way his brow furrowed that Nicole was going to run circles around him. "Hey Tom, you know the horsey moves in an L shape?" Matt teased him. Everyone (except Tom) laughed at his joke, even Sarah although she still acted annoyed. Tom just shot him a frown and went back to thinking.

It looked like he was taking the game seriously, maybe you were all counting him out too early.

The game was over even faster than even you had expected.

In two moves Tom had set himself up for Fool's mate and, after a moment of feigned deliberation during which Nicole could barely restrain her laughter, she had moved her queen and declared "Checkmate." Tom's jaw dropped as he looked at the board, the sound of everyone else's laughter echoed off the walls as he followed the undeniable line straight to his king. "Told you it would be quick Sarah," you called out to her as she practically shook from laughter in Matt's lap.

"This means I get to tell Tom what to do, right?" Nicole asked, neatly putting the pieces and board back into their box. It had only gotten used due to John's generosity, she doubted anyone would want to play with it again. "Yup," John replied, "and you get to give someone else a dare too afterwards." As he spoke he slid the hat along the table towards her, holding Miranda's naked body close to his own with one hand as he leant forward. The hat of names came to a halt against the packed up chess set, between herself and her victim.

Nicole grinned as she looked at Tom, his thick arms folded tightly across his bare chest as he was clearly still sore from his stunning defeat. She had to admit, there had been a moment there when her eyes had passed over the board and to his big and semi-erect dick that she had almost gotten distracted. Fortunately she had kept her head in the game, and now, every inch of him was hers to play with.

"Well, I've got to admit that I've been feeling a little jealous of Sarah and Miranda, they look pretty comfy sitting with their partners," Nicole blushed as she spoke, "so I was thinking, just so everything is even, I could sit on you." The room was silent once she finished speaking. You, particularly, couldn't believe it. You had handing Nicole a victory on a silver platter, and this was how she used it? First she had sucked his cock, and now she was forcing herself to sit right beside it. Was she a sucker for punishment or something?

"Hell yeah girl! I've got plenty for you to sit on right here," Tom announced, patting the top of his cock demonstratively and making it bob up and down. Nicole's eyes widened at the sight and her cheeks tinted pink for a moment, but she quickly regained control of herself.

"On your back, I mean," she cheerfully clarified.

"What?" He asked.

"I want to sit on your back," she stated again.

"What, like, I lie on the couch and you sit on my back?" Tom asked again, even more confused.

"No, I want you to get down on the ground and be my chair while I sit on your back for a round," she explained with glee, and you watched on with yet more relish of your own. This wasn't exactly the punishment you would have given Tom, but you were glad to see that Nicole was getting one over on him. Surprised and slightly confused chuckling broke out across the room as they saw Nicole stick to her guns, looking placidly at Tom as she waited for him to obey.

"Is this like your fetish or something?" Tom asked irritably as he got up from his seat.

"You don't need to know my reasons," Nicole shrugged, "you just have to do it."

With only a huff and no further argument, Tom prepared to do as he was told. The first thing he did was **** his semi-hard cock back into his pants, to your relief (and Miranda's silent disappointment.) "Aww, I thought you were gonna use that to stand up on, like a fifth leg," Sarah sighed, disappointed to have missed out on what sounded like a sight from a freakshow.

"I just didn't want to fuck a hole in your carpet," he shrugged as he got down on to his knees. "Careful. All this talk of fuck holes and carpets is gonna make Nicole blush,"Miranda chimed in, ironically making the petite blonde haired girl blush. While you were still appreciating your crush's witty comment, Tom lowered himself forward so his hands were on the floor. On all fours his back was a little higher than the coffee table, and flat and broad enough for Nicole to sit on handily.

As Nicole got up from one seat and moved to her new one, Miranda couldn't help but admire Tom's form, especially the way his muscles tensed temptingly in anticipation of his burden. With Nicole about to "ride" him Miranda found herself thinking of him as like a muscular horse, although based on what she'd seen swinging between his legs, she knew he was more like a stallion.

Miranda wasn't the only one admiring Tom. Nicole too found herself smiling at the sight and, although she kidded herself that she was just happy about getting some petty ****, really she was happiest for another opportunity to feel his toned torso. Even if that meant feeling his back with her behind. Turning her back on him, her fingers found his bare shoulder as she guided herself down on to her "seat."

A minor grunt of exertion escaped his lips as she lowered her frankly meager weight on to him, drawing Nicole's derision. "Don't be a a baby, it's just one round," Nicole chided him, patting his head as she wiggled her butt against his spine. "You're playing with fire girl," Tom warned her, "I'm just saying, when you're under me, don't expect me to be gentle." Nicole rolled her eyes at his veiled sexual threat, before leaning forward to grab the hat from where she left it.

Briefly, you think about what Sarah had said before. Tom wasn't acting like he had a crush on Nicole, yet the two of them kept pushing each others buttons in a way that you could have seen as flirty if it was between two other people. Maybe he was happy to be beneath her after all, and he just couldn't show it.

While you pondered wordlessly, Nicole made ready to draw a name. At the head of the table, on a throne of living human flesh, the short and dainty girl slipped a hand into the hat.

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