It's yours

"Hmm ... I got you, John."

"That's wonderful babe, but now get back to what you were doing ..." Groans the douche before you can say anything.

She takes her time, while Tom wriggles under her now absent, hastier touch.
You wait in anticipation, almost forgetful of the circumstances and of the discussion you just had.

"John, I dare you ... to lose all your clothes untill your name gets picked again."

"Err, yeah, sure ..." You hurry to reply, in attempt to hide your utmost surprise.

As you take off you shirt, the notion of sporting quite a boner gives you conflicting feelings.
If on one hand, it wouldn't have been cool to be put in comparison with Tom without at least a decent erection (and you still don't feel quite comfortable with said comparison...), on the other, you feel shaming to let everyone see that you got hard while watching your crush giving an handjob to another guy.
Silly, as only Matt and Nicole, your closest friends, should actually know about you crush...

With effort, you manage to pull off even your underpants (with Sarah clapping her hands and cheering you in background) and now stand, embaressed, under the eyes of everyone, wearing just your white socks, involutarily covering yourself with your hands.
Which is pointless, as everyone saw everything while you were undressing.
Still, you can't help it.

"No one cares if you keep them on, big boy." Chimes in Sarah as you seat back on the couch with the intention of pulling even your socks off.

Miranda, whose eyes you avoided for the whole strip, simply shrugs in her shoulders when you look at her interrogatively.
But there's more in those beautiful eyes.There's interest, curiousity, an unmistakable spark of lust.

Pretending a confidence you don't actually have, you affectedly get up from your seat to grab by yourself the hat resting on her lap, making sure to give her a good display of the whole package.
You happily collect new glances of interest (from Sarah and Nicole too), but also get back in your place with the clear impression that Tom is definetly quite bigger than you.

The paper slips roll under your pondering hand.