Nicole's slip

Your face is neutral as you read the slip, not sure exactly how to feel yourself. Nicole. Your best friend. Before you say her name you steal a quick glance up at her and catch her surreptitiously looking at you, her eyes still drawn to your naked dick. Taking a naughty look of your own your eyes flick down to her breasts again, still only clad in her bra. The sight of her barely concealed breasts makes your dick throb once more, an involuntary action that Nicole sees before quickly averting her gaze. As she blushes and bites her lip over your erection you can't help but notice how cute she looks, and that helps make up your mind on what to do.

"Nicole." You announce her name with a smile, dragging her focus back to you. When she realizes what you saying her name means her eyes widen in surprise and she bounces her leg nervously while looking at you, awaiting your dare. Hesitating for a moment you try to think of a dare for Nicole, something that won't be too much for her but that you can both enjoy. When Nicole casts a nervous glance around the room you realize that her biggest obstacle is the audience, their judgement will get in the way of her good time. You'll have to do something about that.

"I dare you..." You continue, acting like you knew what you were going to say the whole time, "To come into the hall with me and touch whatever you want." When you said "touch" Nicoles eyes reflexively flicked down to your crotch again, so quickly even she might not have been aware of it. Not waiting for any more response from her you toss the hat back on to the table and stand up. Glancing around the room as you walk to the door you see Matt and Tom are still as pissed as ever, whilst Miranda and Sarah are both frowning at Nicole in jealousy. It seems that this dare is killing three birds with one stone, pulling Nicole out of her shell while exciting the interest of the other two girls. Opening the door you stop and turn around. "Coming Nicole?" You ask, cocking your head innocently.

Quickly she hops to her feet. "Y-yes, right. I mean, of course." She stammers as she dashes to the door, her eyes down to avoid looking at you or anyone else. Standing back like a gentleman you allow her to go first, taking a quick peak at her tight ass as you do. Once she's in the hall you follow rapidly, hot on her heels like a lion pursuing a gazelle, slamming the door behind you. She's leaning against the wall beside the door , trying and failing to be casual as you approach her. Putting one hand against the wall you lean over her, towering above her as you suddenly remember how short she is. You lean in close, your hard dick standing upright between you nearly pressing against her stomach while your breath tickles stray strands of blonde hair on her head.

"So, Nicole, what do you want to touch?" You ask, staring down at her, enjoying watching her blush and squirm a little under your attention. She's too unsure of herself to speak for a moment, but her wandering eyes betray what she wants as they glance down to your throbbing dick between the pair of you. "Erm, Can I...?" She asks, pointing a shaky finger towards it while glancing up at you plaintively. "Of course. Touch whatever you want, right?" You reply with a smirk, already anticipating the feel of her slender fingers.

Hesitantly she reaches out for your cock with an unsteady hand. When her trembling fingers brush against it you suppress a small gasp of your own, doing everything you can to avoid distracting Nicole. Gingerly she tries to wrap her hand around it, her thumb and finger unable to meet as a result of your thickness. Her breathing hitches a little as she feels how hard it is and she gasps when it throbs under her delicate touch. "I-is this okay?" She asks quietly, looking up at you with big doe eyes. "It's great." You whisper, struggling to keep your voice level.

"I never knew you were so big John." She mutters, while tentatively running her hand up and down the middle of your dick. "And if you had known Nicole, what would you have done?" You ask with a grin that she doesn't notice as her eyes are glued to your cock. She doesn't respond to your question save for another blush but in your mind you're already thinking of all the things the pair of you could have done. You remember the time you went to the beach together, how good she'd looked in her bikini although you could never say it. For a moment you think about laying her back on her beach towel, parting her slender legs, peeling those bikini bottoms off her and then...

Feeling emboldened by your daydreams you slip a hand down to rest on Nicoles hip, your thumb brushing her bare skin, before asking her another question. "I said you can touch anything you want, with whatever you want. Is there anything you want me to touch?" As you ask the question you lean down a little, your face even closer to hers. Glancing up at you her lips part but she doesn't make a sound, for a second you're sure she's about to kiss you but she suddenly takes a deep breath and shakes her head. "Sorry John, I, I mean that was. I- I should go. Thanks for the dare and everything." As she stammers nearly incoherently she releases her grip on your dick and steps out from under your looming shadow, her bare midriff brushing against your cock as she squeezes out from between your cock and a hard place.

Blushing even more furiously she retreats to the door, grabbing the handle with a shaky hand and throwing it open. As she stumbles through it you watch her walk away again, admiring her cute little butt as she goes. You think you've just flustered her a little, hopefully you won't have permanently harmed your chances or your friendship. Taking a deep breath you straighten up, smooth out your shirt, and follow her. As you return back in the room you're greeted by the sullen glares of Tom and Matt on you and the jealous eyes of Miranda and Sarah burning into Nicole, as if trying to read her mind her to see what happened between the two of you.

Meanwhile Nicole has returned to her seat and grabbed the hat, ready to give a dare of her own. You retake your own place and look at her, waiting for her to draw just like everyone else. With the focus now on her she takes a shaky breath of her own before producing a scrap of paper from the hat.