John

Nicole looks at the slip in her hands "Kiss me, love me, run away with me." She thinks flippantly while trying to come up with a real dare for her crush. "John, take your shirt off." She eventually settles on, deciding to start small. There's a couple of oohs from the girls and a minor blush from John but otherwise her dare is accepted without incident. Sarah pulls her legs down to get out of John's way and plants her feet on the floor instead, tugging her tight dress down as she does to avoid flashing everyone else, although that makes Nicole all the more sure that she must have almost been baring her panties to John and he was simply too much of a gentleman to peek. Putting the slip back in the hat Nicole leans forward a little to watch the show while John stands up and his hands go to the neck of his t-shirt. Without further ado he pulls his shirt up and off, exposing his lean amateur swimmer torso and a diamond of almost symmetrical chest hair that trailed off toward his belly button. It was a sight that Nicole had seen before but she still stared as if to drink it all in, even as John crumpled his shirt into a ball and tossed it onto the couch behind him. John might not have been ripped like a body builder but he still had a broad chest and as Nicole looked she could feel her own cheeks flush a little. Still standing Nicole sees John flex and tense as he coyly glances at Miranda who is watching him with an inscrutable expression.

"Damn, do some sit ups bro." Tom shouts mockingly as John goes to sit back down, receiving a silent middle finger in return. "I don’t know, I think I can feel some abs here." Sarah states, suddenly leaning over and running her fingers down John's chest and along his flat stomach. "Hey that tickles!" John protests with an innocent laugh. Even though it normally made her happy to hear him laugh right now it was infuriating. Sarah was shamelessly groping him, in front of everyone and it felt like Nicole was the only one who could see it. Glancing around to check she wasn't going crazy she saw Tom and Miranda both laughing like it was all obviously just a joke. Only Matt had a different expression on his face, a glint to his eyes as he looked at Sarah. "What? Are you a tickle-me-Elmo?" Sarah asks, still keeping one manicured hand pressed to John, even going so far as to run her fingers through his chest hair. The pair of them are both still laughing when the hat thumps into Sarah's chest, the slips nearly spilling out all over her. "Oops, I was aiming for John. It's his turn now." Nicole says coolly, ignoring Sarah's smug grin as she makes a show of checking her ample chest for damage before passing the hat to her neighbor. "At least she took her hand off him." Nicole thinks sourly as John goes to draw.