Matt

"Huh, that's weird. This card just says 'seat'" Sarah says, cocking a confused eyebrow as she waves Matt's slip around for everyone to see. "Hey seat, what should I do with you?" Sarah asks Matt as she returns the hat to the table behind her. Matt just opens and closes his mouth like a fish while staring up at Sarah like a kid in a candy store. "Oh what was I thinking, seats can't talk." Sarah admonishes herself, playfully slapping her forehead. "Guess I'll just have to come up with something myself. Hmm..." As Sarah thinks she bobs up and down absentmindedly on Matt's lap, bumping her pelvis lightly against his before coming up again. The movement makes her ass bounce in her panties and since everyone is waiting for her to speak everyone's eyes are drawn to the sight. Even John's, to Nicole's silent annoyance. From the way Matt's eyes swing up and down in rhythm the movement is probably making her breasts bounce too, further hypnotizing the already mesmerized young man.

Following her mount's eyes Sarah lets out a gasp of inspiration. "Since you can't seem to get enough of my boobies Matt, how about you get a closer look. Motorboat me, right now." Sarah commands, making Matt glance up from her breasts to her face in shock. Instead of instantly shoving his face forward into these soft waiting pillows he is too busy trying to pick up his jaw from the floor to do anything. "If you want something done right I suppose you just have to do it yourself." Sarah sighs before putting her hand to the back of Matt's head again and pulling him into her bosom, simultaneously pushing her chest forward as she does. Instantly Matt's face is buried in an avalanche of Sarah's snowy white cleavage, everything from his chin to his eyebrows covered in Sarah's bouncy tits. The sudden change in scenery seems to spur Matt back to life and he quickly shakes his head back and forth, rubbing himself in Sarah's cleavage like he was trying to burrow into it.

While Matt's head rubs back and forth between her breasts Sarah giggles and bounces giddily up and down, making her boobs jiggle and shake for him. "Yeah, you like those titties don't you?" She coos, fully aware that Matt is too busy burying his face in squishy heaven to say anything back. Sarah moves her chest completely shamelessly, up, down, left, right, any direction that takes her fancy. She doesn't seem to care at all when Matt's nose or chin catches on the hem of her dress between her melons, tugging it down and loose slightly and making her already perilous breasts come even closer to complete escape. "Oooh, that tickles." Sarah titters as Matt does something unseen that makes her squirm. Nicole folds her arms and pouts as she watches, taking solace in the fact that Sarah is doing this with her back to John so he can't see what she sees. Not that he would look, of course. Nicole knows he's too much of a gentleman to peek like that, right.

Glancing across at him Nicole sees him staring wide eyed, his bottle halfway to his parted lips. 'He's just shocked!' Nicole thinks angrily to herself while her stomach twists in minor anxiety. Part of her wants to say something to him, to **** him to look away, but she knows he's not doing anything wrong. If anything it's Sarah's fault, she knew what she was doing when she gave Matt this dare. Turning to the other side again she sees him still happily engulfed in his crushes bosom. "You owe me one." She thinks, trying to psychically remind him of who got him under Sarah in the first place.

Sarah's pace of shaking her chest slows gradually until she's still save for her deep breathing that makes her breasts rise and fall around Matt like bellows. She holds him there intimately, running her fingers through the short brown hair on the back of his head while he begins to squirm slightly. "Come on Sarah, you're gonna smother him!" John calls out jokingly. "Oh, but what a great way to go though." Sarah replies, still drowning Matt in her titties. "Let me know if you're ever feeling suicidal John and I'll give you one hell of an exit." She tells him with a wink over her shoulder before finally letting go of Matt.

He comes up panting for air, but he doesn't look even slightly annoyed by Sarah's joke. Instead as he catches his breath his eyes go to her chest again, almost as if he was considering diving back in. "I don't know which one of you enjoyed that more." Miranda comments, looking from one flushed face to another. "Matt." Sarah, Tom, Nicole, and John answer in unison while Matt himself sheepishly raises his hand, causing a round of laughter. "I did enjoy it though." Sarah admits, making Matt look somehow even happier. "If anyone else wants a go feel free to let me know." She adds, glancing around the room and taking an extra long second to glance over her shoulder at John. "I do." Tom states matter-of-factly, raising a volunteering hand. "I think you've played with my titties enough times already." She chides him but Tom is unfazed. "You never get tired of a nice pair of tits and yours are fucking perfect." He states crassly. "Well aren't you sweet. You've got the heart of a poet Tom." She replies sarcastically before turning away from him. Matt fixes him with a glare however, annoyed at him spoiling his moment with a girl he obviously has a crush on.

"Now who's go is it? Oh that's right, my seat's." Sarah pats Matt warmly on the shoulders as she jokingly objectifies him again. "I'll get the hat for you." She adds, moving to retrieve it less gymnastically this time by merely pivoting at the waist rather than bending over backwards. When she does Nicole sees that her dress is still askew from where Matt's chin pulled it down. One of her big breasts is almost completely hanging loose, her hard nipple poking free over both the neckline and her bra. Matt must have been too in shock to mention the wardrobe malfunction to her so now she is flashing everyone else. "Oh, oops." Sarah fakes embarrassment, cupping her breast gently and tugging her bra back over it only when she's sure that John has gotten an eyeful. Based on his blush Nicole knows that he saw everything, exactly like Sarah planned. She smiles innocently at him as she finishes picking up the hat while John looks like he's about to apologize for even looking.

Before John can say sorry for being **** to peep at her Sarah turns her back on him again like it was all no big deal, leaving John to silently sip at his beer while reeling shock. Nicole glowers at the side of Sarah's head, balling her fists in her lap. She couldn't believe how blatant Sarah was being. While Sarah passed the hat to Matt Nicole realized that if she truly wanted John she would have to step it up a gear and complete with Sarah. It might be hard to beat that succubus at her own game, but she had to try. For John.

At the same time as Nicole resolves to truly do whatever it takes to make John hers Matt draws a slip from the hat.