Chapter 22
by 
Cheesers123
What does Nicole draw?
Tom
Shower with Miranda
Nicole read his name with an unexpected rush of butterflies in her lower stomach. For some reason she felt excited to have Tom under her control and when she took another glance at his wet body in a translucent t-shirt she shamefully realized what she wanted from him. Putting his name back with faltering hands she opens her mouth to speak. "Tom," she announces, purposefully not looking at him before she gives him his dare. "I-it's stupid that you're sitting there all wet," she continues, her cheeks turning red as she speaks. "A-and toweling you off can only do so much. So I want you to, I mean, I think it would be best, if you just took your shirt off."
Nicole hoped that her ulterior motives for this would go unnoticed and, luckily for her, they did for the most part. She noticed you looking at her quizzically out of the corner of her eye but she tactically ignored that as her eyes drifted unstoppably back to Tom. When he meets her gaze with a smug look Nicole realizes that at least one person probably knows the real reason for her dare, but it was too late to go back now. Hopefully none of the others, especially not John, would figure out why she really wanted Tom to peel off his skintight top.
Nicole's dare had made you raise an eyebrow, but as to her true reasoning you were none the wiser. You had just assumed that she was taking Tom's concern about "catching his ****" too seriously, and that her caring nature was forcing her to be unnecessarily kind to Tom. The only other man in the room, Matt, was equally as ignorant as you. Looking at Matt now, completely enraptured by the sight of Sarah's big tits in her tight and wet shirt, Nicole probably could have dared Tom to juggle flaming knives and Matt wouldn't have paid it any notice.
The girls, however, were not so clueless. Sarah, as the puppet-master of these events, obviously understood what Nicole really wanted and was pleased to see her plan working so thoroughly. She hadn't expected Nicole to help Sarah out like this by making herself hornier for Tom, but she certainly wasn't going to object. Soon, Nicole would be putty in Tom's hands and pussy on his cock and Sarah would be halfway to proving her point about Tom being good for one thing in particular. Miranda, meanwhile, didn't know Sarah's plan but she still knew what Nicole wanted and she understood. She had only glimpsed his sculpted torso for a few seconds when he'd put his shirt on her, but being teased by the sight of it through his clingy shirt had left her wanting to see more. While she couldn't comprehend why Sarah would willingly sleep with the jerk, she at least understood the benefit of keeping him within viewing distance.
With Matt and John confused and Miranda and Nicole eager, Tom gets to his feet, basking in the female attention as he does. "Sure you only want me to take my shirt off?" he asks, toying with his belt as he stares Nicole down. "Yes," she answers quietly, although when her eyes go to the bulge running down his inner thigh she's not so sure she believes that herself. With bated breath she watches as Tom's hands go to the hem of his shirt, grasping it tightly and rolling it so slowly upwards. As he unveils the abs she felt up so recently Nicole chews her bottom lip as she stares, drinking in his six pack like a frat boy crushing beers at a party. Matching the sexy image to what she’d touched before made her feel like Hellen Keller joining names to sensations.
Nicole wasn’t the only one staring, Miranda and even Sarah were both taking in the view, the latter slowly sipping on a drink through a straw as she savored the sight. She'd seen Tom topless plenty of times but, like a sunrise, it was a sight that never got old and she didn't want to miss it. Just because she has a plan in mind to make Miranda and Nicole bounce on Tom's cock like a pogo stick doesn't mean she can't take a moment for herself, after all. As Tom pulls his shirt up purposefully slowly Sarah manages to tear her eyes off him long enough to check in on her prey, seeing with a smile that Miranda and Nicole are both enthralled by the sight. "If you like that, just wait till you see his cock," she thinks, remembering with a smirk how they both kept stealing glances at him stroking his big dick while they acted so disgusted.
While Sarah assesses her progress on seducing Miranda and Nicole, Tom's shirt has continued it's upward journey. Despite his teasing pace it only takes a second for his abs to be exposed, and then another for him to bare his solid pecs the same way. When she sees how hard his nipples are Nicole has to suppress a giggle while still visually groping him. "Aw, he really must have been cold," she thinks, while seriously considering a number of ways that she could keep him warm. Miranda smiles at his erect nipples too, although for a different reason. “Good, I hope you were freezing you horny bastard,” she chuckles to herself, glad to see the dare she gave Matt really did make Tom uncomfortable.
Once his shirt is up over his chest he moves his hands to his collar and grabs it, pulling the shirt up and over his head. As he does it he makes sure to curl his arms more than necessary, flexing his biceps in a way that makes you roll your eyes while Nicole's widen slightly. Now topless he runs one hand through his damp hair before underhand tossing his shirt to Nicole, who catches it instinctively before blushing. She quickly puts it down on the couch beside her but not before worrying that the others might think she's some kind of crazed fangirl collecting Tom's clothes.
Fortunately for Nicole, no one was really paying her much attention. Miranda and Sarah were both admiring Tom, you were watching Miranda's interest with barely hidden jealousy, and Matt was still staring hopelessly at Sarah's top-stretching tits. No one was looking at her but Tom, who gave her a cocky wink before not-so-subtly flexing his muscles again. "Wanna give me another rubdown now Nicole?" he asks, and she has to ball her hands into fists to avoid taking him up on that offer. She wordlessly shakes her blonde head, not trusting her mouth enough to open it.
"Alright then," he shrugs, turning his back on her and stretching like he just got up from a nap. When they break eye contact Nicole lets out a breath she didn't even know she had been holding as she suddenly becomes aware of her heart's rapid drumbeat in her chest. Silently, she scolds herself for getting so carried away over Tom of all people. "I must have drank too much," she thinks, even though she's barely sipped her vodka and coke in the past half an hour.
This whole thing from beginning to end had made you roll your eyes so often and so hard that they were getting sore. You couldn't believe that Tom thought he was such hot shit just because he had abs, and you really couldn't believe how the girls were validating him. Even Miranda and Nicole, two ladies who you know hate Tom and you thought were completely sensible, are staring at him with unhidden interest. "Is a six pack and a broad chest really all it takes to shut a girl's brain off?" you think bitterly. Glancing to your side you see Matt, still hypnotized by his crushes tits. "Maybe the right chest can turn anyone's brain off," you add to yourself, folding your arms with a sigh as you wait for Tom to stop showboating and draw a damn name.
Tom even manages to make picking up the hat from the table look cocky and annoying to you as he finally scoops it up and sits back down. "Let's see who I get to have some fun with," he mutters, stirring the hat in his lap. Nicole smacks the back of her own hand when she catches herself hoping that he draws her name. "He's like a zoo animal Nicole. Fun to look at, not to touch," she rationalizes, settling her tumultuous feelings with a deep breath in. So long as Tom doesn't draw her, she should be fine.
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