Tom, but Sarah has him make it a "contest"

When Matt drew out a name he again held it at an angle so that Sarah could read it, the two of them working as a unit just like Miranda and John were. Sarah was the first one to react to what he'd drawn, humming a playful note of interest. "See, I told you there was something between the two of them," she whispered to Matt, her lips brushing against his cheek. It was obvious that she was referring to Tom's apparent attraction to Nicole. That, in itself, had confused Matt at the time, but seeing Nicole reciprocate it so enthusiastically had almost shook his world view.

"Yeah, I guess you were right," he agreed, rubbing one hand up and down her thigh. "I'm always right," Sarah giggled, "don't you think we should give those lovebirds another push in the right direction?" Even if Matt had been inclined to disagree, the feeling of Sarah's soft ass cheek rubbing against his hard cock would have changed his mind. With his crush's perfect body teasing him, he nodded silently to every word she said. "Here's what we're going to make them do," Sarah took charge, despite the fact it was Matt's dare.

Nicole watched Sarah whisper into Matt's ear with a sense of growing trepidation. She doubted the red haired girl was just idly chatting with him, and she also doubted she would be trying to convince him to give Tom a milder dare. She was sure that Sarah's meddling would lead to a much spicier outcome, and the way Matt kept glancing at her made her concerned that she would be involved in it too. When Sarah's lips stopped pouring honey in his ear, and pressed against his cheek instead, Matt finally sat up to announce his dare.

"Tom, another contest for you," he said, and Nicole knew she would be involved even before Matt said it. "You and Nicole have to make out with each other, first one to say stop loses, but I don't think there should be a forfeit, though. Just, the winner gets to draw next."

"Mm, thank you sweetie," Sarah sighed quietly, rewarding Matt with a kiss for relaying her orders so well. The bit about "no forfeit" had been his own idea, but Sarah had to admit it made sense. This wasn't really much of a contest. Even without the forfeit, however, Sarah knew she would get what she wanted from this. Either Nicole would tap out early and give control to Tom, or she would tough it out and let him make her hornier and hornier yet again. Sarah couldn't lose.

Nicole's eyes went wide at the dare, but she didn't gasp or blush how she would have done if she'd been tasked with this earlier. It was like her defenses were slowly being eroded as she got more used to being treated like a sex object. Giving Tom a kiss wasn't a concern to her, she'd given him things much more precious than that. Already, she had given him the type of sloppy head that she had only ever reserved for her boyfriend, then after that she had given him the honor of being the first man to ever penetrate her.

What concerned Nicole, was Tom's growing arrogance. His cockiness was already a match in size for his cock, if it got any worse then his ego would somehow become even bigger than his mammoth dick. This dare sounded like it would feed into his overinflated sense of self worth either way, but she knew it would be way worse if he won. Nicole would have to just dig her heels in and hold her ground until he admitted defeat, all while avoiding seeming too enthusiastic to avoid stroking his big, fat, throbbing, ego.

Tom, meanwhile, was unconflicted. Even if he hadn't known about Sarah's scheme, he still would have been more than happy to kiss a cute, little, thing like Nicole. If she kissed half as well as she sucked dick, then he knew he was going to be in for one hell of a good time.

The two of them turned to face each other, taunting eyes locking with determined ones. Nicole might have given Tom a large portion of her dignity, but there was no way she was going to hand him another win as well. Balling her hands into fists, and trying to ignore Tom's attractive muscles, Nicole steeled herself for the contest.

"Do I have to tell you when to start, or can you two figure that out yourselves?" Matt asked, looking back and forth between their still faces with bemusement.

Nicole was distracted enough by his question to frown at him out of the corner of her eye, meaning that she didn't see Tom's advance coming until it was too late. His lips crashed into hers and pushed her backwards into the couch, whilst he almost climbed on top of her. Her initial shock was prolonged when she thoughtlessly moved a hand to his chest to hold him back, only to lose her focus as her fingers splayed on his firm muscles instead.

After that, however, Nicole managed to reassert control of herself, her lips only barely kissing Tom back. Nicole knew that she couldn't shock or embarrass Tom into quitting early, so this competition would be a marathon and not a sprint. Her best bet was to bore him into submission with her best Snow White impression, allowing "Prince Charming " to kiss her all he wanted, whilst giving him nothing in return. With that in mind, she simply puckered her lips and sat still, doing her best to ignore the rising heat in her loins as Tom tried to coax her into playing along.

John couldn't help but huff at the sight of the two of them going at it again. He had hoped for a temporary reprieve from the weirdness that was going on between Tom and Nicole, but Matt had played into it instead. At least this make out session wouldn't go on for much longer. Nicole would come to her senses and make Tom stop.

Soon.

Any minute now.

By the time John checked his watch for the second time at least 3 minutes had passed since he checked it the first time, and the first time he'd checked it had been at least 4 minutes after the contest had started, so the two of them had been kissing nonstop for at least 7 minutes. This was the sort of boring, time-based, mathematics John normally did during tiresome lectures, not afterparties, but he found himself doing it now as the two competitors continued relentlessly.

They hardly moved, and they were silent, except for the occasional smack of their lips or the sound of one of them taking a breath. John didn't know two people kissing could be so boring to look at. In his lap Miranda seemed similarly unimpressed, sighing loudly and checking out her nails as the pair carried on.

Miranda's frustration with Tom and Nicole was multifaceted, and getting worse with every wearing second. First was just how boring this extended dare had become, second, this whole "will they, won't they" shtick was getting tiresome, and third (and most importantly) no one was paying attention to her. Tom and Nicole were obviously engrossed with each other, Matt and Sarah were canoodling amongst themselves, and John kept a watchful eye on the contest even as he suppressed a yawn.

If someone didn't treat her like a princess like she deserved soon, Miranda felt like she was going to scream.

Beneath Tom, Nicole did her best to maintain her composure. While it may have looked dull from the outside, being part of it felt like anything but. Tom's pressing lips were stirring up a storm of emotions in her again, ranging from outrage to lustful admiration. His hands, that had ventured to grab her ass and grope her tits, did not make staying calm any easier for Nicole.In response, she had resumed gently groping his pecs with one hand, although she insisted that she wasn't being suckered into playing Tom's game. She was just going tit-for-tat.

When Tom's lips suddenly disappeared from her own and appeared on her neck, she was taken completely by surprise. The way he sucked on her sensitive skin made Nicole gasp as her eyes flew open. It was the same move he'd tried to use on Miranda, except it was obviously much more effective when he could open his mouth. His lips journey up and down the sensitive side of her neck made Nicole's toes curl in her socks, but she knew she had to put a stop to it. This sort of heavy kissing would be too close to enjoyable for Tom, and if he heard her moaning then she knew he'd never quit first.

In a herculean effort, Nicole grabbed Tom by the back of the head and dragged him upward, forcibly kissing him. The move probably looked like a passionate display of desire, but Nicole knew it was purely practical. If she could keep Tom in place whilst giving him very little in return, she was sure she could break his spirit.

Besides that brief burst of action, the mostly motionless make-out dragged on, and on, and on. It seemed that Tom's stubbornness was at least a match for Nicole's own, and that the game had now reached an impasse. Slowly, focus drifted away from the two of them, their bodies intertwined like they were a neglected park statue. Matt and Sarah began to talk in hushed voices amongst themselves, stealing kisses between quiet words, whilst John found his attention drawn to his crush with renewed vigor.

"Who do you think's gonna win?" He asked, only to be taken by surprise when Miranda stood up. Before he could even ask if it was something he said, Miranda had turned around and sat back on him, face to face with him this time. Her perfect 36C breasts were almost surrounding his head, as she met his shocked eyes with a smile. "Sorry, did you say something?" She asked, shaking her luscious brown locks out over her shoulder. John shook his head in response, his hands sliding up her porcelain skin toward her breasts, that rose and fell gently as she breathed.

He knew he shouldn't feel so anxious, Miranda had already wrapped those pillowy orbs around his shaft, but John still gulped as he reached up to touch them. Miranda's little giggle at his awestruck face finally gave him the confidence boost he needed to go all the way, filling his palms with her heavenly squishy tits. "That's the sort of attention I deserve," Miranda thought, biting her lip as John worshipfully groped her heavy chest.

With everyone else in the room distracted, Tom broke the monotonous kiss, and instead used his mouth to whisper to Nicole. "You quit first, and I'll make your legs shake again," he whispered, his face almost touching hers. Nicole had to fight not to roll her eyes. As if Tom could take any credit for that orgasm. Someone else had been playing on her slot machine all night, he just happened to be there to hit the jackpot. Still, this talking signaled a willingness to negotiate on Tom's part, and Nicole wouldn't pass the opportunity up just because he was being an ass again.

"You quit first, and I'll suck your dick again," she lied, her cheeks turning red as she remembered his big python stretching her little lips. The blush in her cheeks made her offer a little more believable, and she heard Tom chuckle in reply.
"Maybe I'd want a little more than that," he answered, his eyes flitting down her body. Glancing down, Nicole saw that her jeans were still unbuttoned, and realized that Tom was looking unsubtly at her wet panties that clung to her mound like plastic wrap. The realization that she was one peeled off scrap of flimsy fabric away from being semi-naked under him made Nicole swear under her breath, while she felt her already wet pussy dampen even further.

There was no way she'd give Tom her virginity, even if his cock did taste delicious, but she could lead him on like she might. "I-I've never done that before," she stuttered, genuine nerves making her performance more believable.

"I can promise you the best first time a girl's ever had," he laughed, maneuvering his body to bring his large bulge to rest ominously close to her cute crotch. Remembering his dick, Nicole pictured it running up almost as far as her belly button. A dick that long and thick would practically tear her in half, although Sarah had stressed many times that bigger was better, Nicole didn't really believe her. Teasing a cock like that seemed almost dangerous, but Nicole knew if she did it right then she could win and then never have to follow through with anything she said anyway.

Should she lie to win, or just lie back and keep trying to bore Tom?

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