Tom should be happy

“Tom,” Matt said.

“Yes, gimme what you got,” Tom said, sitting up and rubbing his hands together.

“You want tits? Fine,” Matt said, sitting back down. “I dare you to let Sarah pick out a nice set of lingerie for you to change into. Bra, panties or a thong, whatever. Let's see your titty-pecks in a bra.”

“Ooh, I have this nice sheer blue-”

“Fuck no,” Tom said, shaking his head. “That's just- no! That's not fair!”

“What's not fair?” Miranda asked.

“I- He,” he looked at me. “You two- When am I going to have some fun?”

“Tom, don't be a spoilsport,” Sarah said. “It's a good dare.”

“Well I'm not doing it,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I'm not putting on some fucking panties or whatever. I'm using my forfeit.”

“Lame,” Miranda said.

I thought that sounded like a mistake. Girl’s underwear wouldn't have been the worst, I figured. There were worse things in the world than a little silly embarrassment.

“Well, it's my turn to pick then,” Tom said, leaning forward.

“What? No,” Nicole said. “You didn't do your dare.”

“Yeah, I used my forfeit,” Tom argued.

“It's not a pass,” Matt said. “You don't get rewarded for a forfeit.”

Tom threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, fucking fine. Whose turn is it then?”

“Matt, draw again,” Nicole directed.

He drew again. “John.”

“God damn it,” I laughed. “No repeating dares, remember.”

“Damn,” he said, putting the paper back in the bowl. “Well then, let me think.”

“Too bad,” Nicole giggled. “John in a thong would've been cute. I would have needed to get a picture for my mom.”

“No fucking way are you getting a picture of me like that,” I laughed.

“Alright, John,” Matt said. “You dodged the underwear dare, so how about this? I dare you to let each girl strip one piece of clothing off of you and do whatever they want to whatever is uncovered.”

A very quick mental calculation left me certain – I had a shirt, pants, shoes and boxers. That was not a lot of choices for three girls.

On the other hand…

I took in a breath. “Fine,” I said. Standing up, I decided to get the biggest risk out of the way – if Sarah got a chance at me when my pants were already off, there was no way she would let me get away with keeping my boxers.

I stepped up to Sarah and raised my arms out to the side.

“Oh, a dress-up doll for little old me?” she asked innocently. “Matt, you shouldn't have.”

She stood up and circled me, her hips swaying in that little green dress. “Hmm, what to take? Maybe your pants? But what am I going to do with your knees? I guess it'll have to be your shirt.”

The decision was made while she was behind me, and she stepped up close and reached around my waist to grab the hem of my shirt at the front. This, and I had no doubt it was on purpose, pressed her breasts against my back and she rubbed them up and down just a little bit while her hot breath trailed up my neck.

While Sarah slowly lifted my shirt, I raised my arms, but once she had the shirt over my head she pulled it back tightly, trapping my arms around my head. “Hey,” I said, but she shushed me.

“Quiet, I'm not done yet.” She walked around me and pressed herself against my front, her covered tits to my bare chest, and I could feel her leaning up, her mouth close to mine outside of the shirt over your head. Part of me, a big part, wanted her to kiss me. But that warm breath trailed down my neck as her body rubbed lower, down over my chest, and then she was blowing fast, cool air on my nipples.

And then she sucked one, and then the other, and gave the second one a nip with her teeth to boot.

“Ow, fuck,” I said.

“Baby,” she laughed and teased, patting my chest. She pulled the shirt from me and tossed it to the side.

“Get over here,” Nicole said, calling me over to her.

I stepped over, rubbing at my bitten nipple and giving her a suspicious look.

“Take your shoes and socks off yourself,” Nicole ordered, so I kicked them off and then peeled off my socks. She waved me on.

“Well, I guess I only really have one choice, don't I?” Miranda said as I moved back over to her.

“Sorry,” you said.

She snorted and shook her head. “Too bad I didn't get your boxers, huh?”

I gulped as she laughed at how flustered I was, and then she stuck out her tongue a little bit as she reached for my belt. “So, how's it feel?” she asked.

“Weird,” I replied, watching her work. “Hot.” She undid the button on my jeans, then unzipped them. She looked up at me. She looked different than Nicole did from there. From in front of my cock. She was gorgeous and hot, but I'd thought of her as within reach for so long that it was almost weird for it to be like this. With Nicole, it had been like a flash of lightning.

Miranda licked her lips, smiling at me impishly as she took hold of the waistline of my jeans and pulled them down.

My boxers, a simple black, didn't show off my dick like Matt's did, but Miranda seemed pleased by the tent I was sporting. I raised my feet to let her take off the pants and throw them aside.

“Well, what am I supposed to do with you now?” she asked aloud, but it sounded rhetorical.

“Bite his cock,” Sarah suggested, and then rolled her eyes as everyone looked at her confused. “I meant like, give it a little nibble. Through the boxers. Tease him.”

Miranda shook her head and turned back to me. Instead of leaning forward, she reached forward and ran her hand along the front of my boxers, over and around my hard shaft, and then under to caress at my sack. “That's good enough, I think,” she said lowly. “I hadn't got to say hi like this yet.”

I sat down quickly when she was finished, then had to get up to pick a new name. Keeping my dick from poking out the front hole of the boxers was getting harder to do.

“Alright,” I said, sitting back down with the paper. You opened it. “I got Sarah.”

“Finally,” the redhead grinned.

“Not a guy!” Tom cheered.

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