Lap Dance

“Aw man,” Sarah groaned, pulling her feet away from Matt. “I was enjoying that. Plus me and Tom haven't even gone yet.”

“That's the way it goes,” Nicole shrugged. “Now Matt, what to do with you?”

“Oh, you know,” Matt replied, rubbing his thumbs into his palms to work out the kinks from so much time massaging. “Just sitting here, minding my own business.”

“Sure, bud,” Nicole chuckled. Her eyes went around the circle, obviously trying to decide who he was going to do something with. Looking for inspiration. She stopped on me, the closest to her, and then her eyes slid back to Miranda sitting next to me.

Uh oh. I knew that look. That sneaky 'I've got a Plan' look.

“Matt, I dare you to give Miranda a lap dance, and strip down to your boxers while you do it.”

“Fuck,” he said.

“Woo!” Sarah crowed, slapping Matt on the back. He looked a little more chagrined than before. A little Sarah encouragement went a long way with him.

“Come on over, Matty,” Miranda said. “Don't worry, I won't bite.”

Matt hung his head for a long second and then stood up. “Fine,” he groaned.

“Waitwaitwait,” Nicole said, then pulled out her phone. “This needs music.”

“One song,” Matt said.

“Fine,” Nicole sighed, and then she picked a song. It was hard, it was rock. It was Buck Cherry's Crazy Bitch. Good song to shout along with in the car.

Not a song I wanted to have my best guy friend do a lap dance to, on my crush, right next to me. On a swing bench.

He started by awkwardly swaying his hips, then turned around and swayed his butt.

“This is just wow,” I said.

“Boo,” Tom said. “Boring.”

“Shut up,” Sarah said, slapping Tom's arm lightly. She was leaning into the arm of the bench they were on again, not on him. “He's just getting started.”

Matt backed up, bopping away to the beat of the song. Bouncing his butt in Miranda's general direction. She reached out and slapped his butt.

“Hey now, no touching the merchandise,” Matt said, standing back up and turning around. The girls laughed, and then cheered as he started bobbing his hips again and unbuttoned his shirt awkwardly. It took... longer than necessary. Finally stripping the shirt off, revealing his sparsely haired chest and the top of a treasure trail just under his belly button, he danced a bit and then started working on his belt.

At this point, I rolled my eyes and looked around rather than watch him struggle to take off his pants. Miranda was grinning like mad, giggling and moving with the music as well, while Nicole on my other side was smirking like a fiend and snorting lightly as she chuckled. Sarah, across from her, was grinning and eyeing up Matt from behind.

Tom was on his phone, not paying attention.

Matt had gotten down to his briefs, which were blue and red striped, and I had to do a double take at the bulge he was sporting. It was... well, it was big. Judging by the happenstance peeks I'd had in the gym of other random guys, I was maybe on the large side of average. I'd never seen Matt naked though, or in such tight briefs, and his dick…

I had to feel a little self-conscious.

His white pants were still attached to him by one leg, and as the song was ending he turned around and sat on Miranda's lap, sending the bench swaying back and forth as he wiggled against her. The swaying, of course, meant he didn't have a steady seat and between his movements and Miranda's jerking laughter the bench just wobbled harder and harder.

He lost his footing and slipped, and I managed to get my hands up to shove him into the centre of the circle of seats instead of sprawling across me.

He was laughing now too, standing up as the last notes of the song rang out.

“Well, how'd I do?” he asked.

“You need some practice,” Sarah said.

“Aw, it was fun. Do it again,” Miranda giggled.

Matt shook his head, “Not likely.” He kicked a few times to get his leg out of his pants, then went to collect his clothes.

“You're not putting them back on,” Sarah said quickly.

“What?” Matt asked. “That wasn't part of the dare.”

“Rule clarification then,” Sarah said. “Anything that comes off, stays off.”

“So if someone has to do a skinny dip, they need to stay naked?” I pointed out.

She nodded.

“Sounds fair to me,” Nicole agreed. “Plus Matt doesn't have far to go now anyways, then we can see that fucking python he's been hiding this whole time.”

All three girls took a moment to appreciate Matt's bulge, and he blushed.

“I am not an animal,” he huffed, impersonating the classic Elephant Man movie.

“Piiiiiiiiiiick,” Tom groaned. “I'm so fucking bored. I thought we were gonna see some tits at least.”
Matt rolled his eyes and picked a name.

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