Matt

John didn't even have a chance to read the name he had drawn for himself, before Sarah peeked at it from her perch on his knee. An evil smile that made Nicole's stomach turn, spread across Sarah's face as she read. By the time John's sparkling eyes had just finished skipping across the paper, Sarah had already leant completely back against him, plump lips pressed against his ear.

Like an eagle eyed referee, Nicole jumped in to stop what she saw as a clear rule break.

"Hey, it's John's dare, not yours Sarah!" She yelled, making the pair of them jump in surprise. John had the decency to blush about the perceived indiscretion, even if it wasn't his fault at all, but Sarah was nonplussed.

"What?" She giggled, "I was just telling John some fun gossip I heard!" Her tone was light and bubbly, practically laughing off Nicole's accusation already. "John's a big boy, he can make his own dares." Her completely casual response to Nicole's callout made the smaller girl deflate. It was the same nonchalance that had allowed Sarah to flirt with John for so long.

Everyone was looking at Nicole now, their confused glances making her cheeks burn red, but still she didn't want to just give up yet.

"H-how do we know John isn't just going to repeat what you say?" Nicole asked, her voice much smaller than it had been during her first assertion. Almost as soon as she said it, Nicole regretted it. The expression on the faces of the others as they stared at her became more confused, bordering on laughter at her expense. Worse, John looked practically hurt by the insinuation. Only Matt showed her any overt sympathy.

Sarah just laughed again, a loud tinkling sound, like the chiming of tiny bells.

"If I could mind control boys just by whispering in their ear then no offence, but I wouldn't be here playing this game with you." That last word felt like a particularly pointed dig to Nicole, but it wasn't something she could exactly call Sarah out on. Just like always, the red haired succubus had complete plausible deniability, and Nicole was left feeling like a crazy person.

Sinking back in her seat, Nicole shut her mouth.

"Anyway. . ." Sarah laughed one last time, before turning back to John and finishing her whispering to him. The seductress didn't speak for long, but as she did, John's eyes kept moving. First, they landed on Nicole, making her blush so hard she could feel her ears burn, before they leapt all the way across the room to Matt. It didn't take a genius to figure out who Sarah was whispering about, but exactly what she was saying was a mystery.

When Sarah was done talking, John looked positively shocked. In confusion, he glanced up at Sarah as she pulled away, his eyes narrowing as if to ask "are you sure?" A grin and a nod from Sarah was the most direct confirmation he could ask for, but Nicole's crush still didn't look like he could believe whatever he had just heard.

"Er, Matt," John stuttered eventually, finally saying the name of who he had drawn after what had felt like an interminable interruption. Despite saying his friend's name, John could barely meet his eyes. Nicole guessed that he must have been keenly aware of the fact that the girl in his lap had publicly chosen him over Matt.

"Maybe he knows about Matt's crush on Sarah too," Nicole thought. If that was the case, then she understood why John seemed a little flustered right now.

Still not looking at the person he was giving a dare to, John turned the scrap of paper he was holding over in his fingers for a moment, before taking a deep breath.

"Matt." John's voice was clear now. "I dare you to. . . take Nicole's bra off while she's sitting in your lap."

The bottom fell out of Nicole's stomach. Her head whirled.

"What? Why?" Her mind raced, "does he want to see me? To see my . . . But then why make me sit in Matt's lap?" It just didn't make sense to Nicole, unless this was just John's weak attempt to make things up to Matt for accidentally stealing his girl.

Glancing over to the man who was meant to strip her, Nicole saw that Matt looked almost as confused as she felt. His brow furrowed even as Tom and Miranda chuckled around him like they were just having a good time at a party. When Matt looked back towards her and their eyes met, twin waves of embarrassment shot through both of them, cheeks burning before they could both hurriedly look away.

"See," Sarah whispered as Nicole flushed red, "I told you so."

Nicole turned her head slowly back towards her rival, who still leant casually back against her crush like she owned him. An evil grin was on Sarah's pretty face as she looked back, whilst John looked at Nicole with new eyes.

"That's why he made this Matt's dare," Nicole realized, "Sarah told him that Matt has a crush on me, or I have a crush on Matt, and he believed her!"

Nicole's cheeks got even redder, boiling with anger this time, but there was still nothing she could do. She couldn't very well stand up and shout "I do not fancy Matt," without further crushing her poor friend's spirits, especially not so soon after he'd already been seemingly rejected by Sarah. And even if she was heartless enough to do that, would anyone believe her?

Nicole's hands were tied, all that she could do was get it over with.

"So, should I come over there or...?" Matt began to awkwardly ask Nicole, before she got to her feet of her own volition.

Stony faced, she ignored the laughter and teasing of the others, and circled around the coffee table towards Matt. When she looked down at him, meeting his nervous gaze with her own, her hands trembled at her sides. This was about to be an alien experience for both of them. Nicole had never had a man take her bra off and, as far as she knew, Matt had never had a boyfriend.

Standing in front of Matt now, Nicole found herself looking at him not just as a friend. She'd been pining for John since forever, so she had never really looked at Matt through a romantic lens, just as she was sure he had never done to her. His hair was longer than John's and straighter too, coming just over his ears. For now, his face was blushed red, but he still had a handsome chin beneath his five o'clock shadow, and his eyes (when they could meet hers) had an appealing gentleness.

Nicole still liked John, obviously, but she could at least appreciate that she was losing her bra to a decent looking guy, and not a greasy weirdo. Or worse, a relentless playboy like Tom.

From the way Matt's trembling eyes occasionally dropped to her lower half, that was only clad in a pair of unfortunately sexy red panties, Nicole could tell that he was looking at her in a new way too. Hopefully her creamy thighs wouldn't distract him too much from completing his dare.

With a sigh, Nicole turned her back on him, keenly aware that showing him her cute butt wouldn't help his concentration, but aiming her back towards him would give him the best access to unhook her bra. There was no way she was about to sit facing him so they could have awkward eye contact as he fumbled with her fasteners.

She kept her eyes low as she perched on Matt's knee, unwilling to make any more unnecessary eye contact with anyone. Barely turning back to Matt, she grabbed her T-shirt by the collar and tugged forward and down, forcing the back of her shirt up her pale back. This was the most she could do to help Matt complete his dare, without actually taking her shirt off, which she wasn't going to do in front of everyone if she didn't have to.

Fortunately he took the hint, and with trembling hands, he reached out towards her. The tightness of her tee **** his hands to run up her back, brushing over her and driving an uncomfortable shiver through her body. Her shirt rode up as he advanced, and Nicole had to hold it down in the front to avoid flashing her bra to everyone. As it was, all they got was a view of her white and slender midriff.

After a little more blind groping, Matt's hands found her bra latch. Clumsily, he set to work undoing it. As if his unsteady breathing wasn't evidence enough, the way his hands shook against Nicole's back proved that he felt just as nervous as she did. His fumbling gave her a brief moment to reflect. Everything that was happening tonight felt like a fundamentally wrong version of what she had wanted, like a cruel Genie had put a perverted twist on all her wishes.

That was as far as her self pitying train of thought got, however, before Matt unexpectedly popped her bra latch open. Instantly she felt it slide down her shoulders, and she could tell by the way Matt's hands pushed at the now loose straps that he wasn't quite sure what to do.

"It's okay, I got it," she whispered to him, taking charge of the final stretch of his dare. If anyone wanted to accuse her of cheating for shimmying her bra off her shoulders herself, then they could fight her. Glaring preemptively at Sarah, Nicole did just that, contorting her body to maneuver her bra straps off her shoulders without removing her T-shirt.

As her bra slid off her chest, two noticeable rises appeared in the white fabric of her tee. Evidently Nicole was more excited, and her nipples were harder, than she had realized. Even her modest boobs looked downright slutty when wrapped in a painted on tee like this, especially when topped by a pair of diamond cutters like the ones she was sporting.

Glancing up, she looked right past an already gleeful Sarah to pin her eyes on John. He stared at the table, his eyes unfocused as if he was thinking about something else.

"Look at me, look at me, look, look, look!" She thought, purposefully slowing the withdrawal of her bra from beneath her shirt to stall for time. "This was YOUR dare, this was what YOU wanted. Now please, look John!"

Finally, John's eyes flicked upwards, landing on Nicole's chest. Her water tight tee might as well have been printed on her chest for all the modesty it afforded her. John practically gulped at the sight, his dreamy eyes going wide, like he realized for the first time that his friend owned a pair of tits. Nicole didn't even have time to grin at his reaction before he blushed and looked away, just missing the giddy smile that appeared on Nicole's face.

"He saw them, he liked them," Nicole's brain practically sang. At least some good had come from Sarah's dare, after all. With a new pep to her movements, Nicole finished Matt's dare, sliding her bra out from under the hem of her shirt. The bright red undergarment slid over her clenched shut thighs as she pulled it out, briefly passing her matching underwear. Unfortunately, the fact her bra and panties were the same color did not go unnoticed.

"Awww," he said loudly, "your bra matches your panties! Someone came here to get laid."

"Nicole? As if?" Miranda giggled, with Sarah joining her in laughing.

"Hm, you know nothing about women, Tom," Nicole sighed snootily, doing her best to act like he wasn't at least part right. Ignoring him, she dropped her bra on the couch next to her, before folding her arms across her chest. Despite studiously not looking at him, she could still feel Tom's eyes staring at her freshly exposed chest through her thin tee.

Unlike John's gaze, that had made her feel desirable, Tom's staring left her feeling ****. It was like an animal looking at a piece of meat. "Well, Sarah?" Nicole asked, eager to finish this dare that she had been **** to be a part of.

"What?" The red haired girl asked, finally drawing her attention from John, whose thigh she now rested a hand on permanently.

"I did my dare," Matt explained, peeping out from behind Nicole like he was hiding behind his mothers skirts.

"Oh, well done," Sarah said, smiling condescendingly at Nicole. "Don't the two of you feel more comfortable now?" She added, driving home the point that Nicole had already inferred. Sarah wanted Matt and Nicole together to be out of her and John's way.

"I feel just fine," Nicole grinned back, leaning forward to grab the hat for Matt. Turning her back on Sarah, she handed the hat to Matt, giving him a real smile as she did it. "Thanks for being . . . a gentleman, I guess," she whispered to him. Despite being uncomfortable with it, he'd done his dare as quickly and cleanly as he could, and Nicole was truly grateful for it.

Matt smiled back as he took the hat, a rosy blush still in his cheeks.Matt really was pretty sweet, Nicole would have to help him get with his crush, as a show of gratitude. The fact that that also meant getting Sarah away from John was just a pleasant coincidence.

Watching him stir the slips, Nicole smiled to herself. Sarah might have gotten what she'd wanted, but she had made a mistake. She had given Nicole an idea. If Sarah was going to use a clueless guy to get what she wanted, then why shouldn't Nicole?

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