Matt

When Nicole draws the name she reads it quickly before holding up to show up you all. Matt. When she turns the name to him so he can read it he noticeably gulps, clearly fearing her wrath. It seems his fears might be justified as she suddenly tosses the name back and sets to scribbling on her notepad, the room silent save for the scratching of her pen. When she’s done writing she lifts the notepad up and holds it over her shoulder, so that only Matt can read it. As his eyes move across the paper you see his concern change to confusion. “Feed me a bowl of ice cream?” He reads aloud, looking from the notepad to Nicole. Standing up from his lap she turns to look at him, raising a hand as if to say ‘what are you waiting for’.

Finally Matt realizes and starts moving. “Do you have ice cream Sarah?” He asks anxiously as he heads towards the door. “Bottom drawer.” She yells after him as he goes before turning her attention to your blonde friend. "So Nicole?" She asks. "Are you feeling jealous of the boys? I’m afraid ice cream is a little too cold to eat off me." Too cold. Her words strike like a bell in your brain, making you realize something. The whip cream was cold even though it had been kept in her box of tricks. It’s not like that box was refrigerated either. That cream should have been warm at best or spoilt at worst but it wasn’t. Did Sarah know what would happen tonight? Did she put it there on purpose? Your thoughts are distracted by Nicole gesturing wildly to her face, her chin pointed towards Sarah.

“Oh, the gag.” Sarah realizes with a laugh. “I guess that will have to come off if you’re going to eat ice cream, huh?” Standing up from Toms lap Sarah crosses over to Nicole, her ample chest pushed into Nicoles face as she sets to work undoing the straps and pulling the red rubber ball from between Nicoles lips. Now you understand Nicoles reason for this slightly weird dare. She wants out of her bindings, at least for a little while. Although you don’t know if five minutes of freedom is worth wasting a dare. After a little more fiddling the gag is completely loose and Sarah is able to take it off Nicole, eliciting a sigh of relief from the petite girl. Before she can say anything else you're interrupted by a shout from the kitchen.

“Chocolate or vanilla?” Matt asks, evidently having found the ice cream. “Vanilla.” Nicole squeaks out, caressing her sore lips. “Vanilla? There’s a surprise.” Tom mutters under his breath making Miranda and Sarah laugh while Nicole just looks confused. With a frozen treat in one hand and a bowl and spoon in the other Matt returns to the room, smiling when he sees Nicole ungagged. A smile that she returns although it looks a little pained due to how the gag has stretched out her cheeks. Putting the bowl down on the table Matt takes the lid off the ice cream and starts dishing it out, plopping two moderately sized scoops into the bowl. When he looks almost finished Miranda speaks. “Why don’t you put some cream on it?” She asks, gesturing to the same can that was used on Sarah earlier. "Alright" Matt shrugs, reaching for it but Sarah suddenly snatches it up. “Hey, I don’t know if you’d want that Nicole.” She says, looking strangely nervous as she clutches the can. “It might be too. . . sweet for you.” There’s a moment of silence as Nicole stares at her, puzzled. “Sweet is the point of ice cream. If I wanted something savory I’d have asked for soup.” You all laugh at that except Sarah, but still she gives in. “Fine” she sighs, using the spray can herself and spraying a tight mound of cream atop Nicoles ice cream serving. When she’s done she keeps the can with her and returns to her seat in Toms lap. Something about Sarahs behavior feels oddly defensive, but you don’t know why. Maybe she’s just worried that as the game goes on you’ll all collectively eat and drink her out of house and home.

Nicoles bowl now contains two scoops of vanilla topped with whip cream and it looks positively delicious, but something is missing. "Got any cherries in that box Sarah?"You ask, making Miranda laugh on top of you, the tremors of her laughter sending slight sensations into your own body that feel better than any massage. "If they’re in there they’re probably popped.” Sarah responds with a wink and a giggle of her own. At the same time as the two of you joke Matt has sat down on the couch and Nicole has sat on top of him, sitting sideways on so he can see her face. The room falls quiet as Nicoles ‘dare’ begins, Matts unsteady hands scooping up a spoonful of ice cream. Slowly he brings it up to her mouth, her slender lips parting to allow him entrance and closing around the spoon. The next spoonful is mostly whip cream and when it touches Nicoles tongue her face lights up and she hums appreciatively. Apparently the cream is just the right sort of sweet for her.

As Nicoles dining goes on you feel increasingly awkward as you watch. The sight isn't particularly erotic but it does feel surprisingly intimate, watching it happen feels like an intrusion on your friends privacy. Looking away from the strange display you meet Mirandas eyes, her blush making it clear that she feels the same way as you. "This is really weird, right?" You ask her in hushed tones. "Yeah." She replies quietly. "Watching Tom eat Sarah out was nothing compared to this. It feels like stalking someone on their first date."

Steeling yourself you look up once more to see that over half the ice cream is now gone and that Nicole seems to be getting more into it. Not only is she leaning against Matts chest, their bare skin brushing against each other and her fingers stroking his abs, she is also being more flirtatious with every spoonful. Opening her mouth she licks and sucks the spoon clean of every drop, making eye contact with the blushing Matt as she does so. Maybe it's the sugar or maybe it's the gag coming off but Nicole seems much 'happier' than before. She's positively giggly as she flirtatiously comes to the end of thedare.

After a few more minutes of suggestive ice cream eating Matt comes to the bottom of the bowl and he scrapes up the last melted dregs to give Nicole her final bite, but with a raised finger she stops him. "When this is done I have to put the gag back on, right?" She asks, turning her attention to Tom who had been absentmindedly playing on his phone throughout the dare. "Yeah. Until your time is up." He replies, looking up and gesturing to the clock. "In that case, I'm not hungry." Nicole states, pushing Matts hand back and returning the spoon to the bowl. "What?" Tom asks, confused.

"I'm not hungry right now, so I won't finish my dare just yet. I should get my appetite back in, oh I don't know, maybe 47 and a half minutes." She explains, looking pointedly at the clock on the wall that dictated how long she would have to wear the gag. Only now do you understand Nicoles genius. As long as she's doing another dare she won't have to wear the gag and once the hours up she won't have to wear it anyway. "That's not fair!" Tom spits, like an angry toddler. "Too bad." Nicole shrugs. "So, are we going to sit here until I get my appetite back or can we just play on?" She asks, a smug grin on her face as she stares down Tom.

Technically Tom could insist that Nicole and Matt complete the ice cream dare before doing anything else, but that would mean sitting her doing nothing for the better part of an hour. You know Nicole is stubborn enough to do that, but is Tom mad enough to make her? After a lengthy silent staredown Tom huffs, his nostrils flaring. "Fine. Matt can draw." He grunts, still looking pissed off. When he says that Nicole grabs the hat from the table and passes it to Matt, making sure to stick her tongue out at Tom as she does. While Matt draws a name Tom quietly glares at Nicole and you sense that before the hour is up Tom will try to get even with her.