Nicole (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

Tom rooted around in the hat for a while, pushing it off his leg and on to Miranda's before using his search for a slip as an excuse to run his fingers up her thigh. Despite the unexpected groping, Miranda just laughed it off and playfully pushed him away, her hands brushing against his forearm. Finally, he grabbed a name, and drew it up and out to read.

The smile on his face faded as he read it, and his brow twitched in slight confusion. "Nicole, that's you right?" He asked, as he looked up and their eyes met. It sounded like just a douchebag thing to say, but it could well have been a genuine question. Tom and Nicole couldn't have moved in more different circles if they tried, he would have had no reason to know her name.

"Since you know Sarah and Miranda, I would have thought you could have deduced that,” Nicole responded coldly. She may not have known Tom, but she knew his reputation. A dumb jock more interested in banging girls than studying. He was like her worst nightmare.

In response to her chilly remark, he said nothing. His eyes just traced critically down her body instead, like he was inspecting a new car. From her buttoned up blouse, down her trailing skirt, to her flat bottomed shoes, Tom probably saw nothing to excite him. Nicole was just a plain Jane as far as Sarah was concerned, with the only thing of interest about her being her short height. If Tom and her had stood up face to face, she probably wouldn’t have come any higher than his chest.

Still, Tom eventually did see something in her that gave him some inspiration, his eyes settling on the hem of her skirt for long enough to make her uncomfortable. "Alright Nicole, if that is your real name," he joked, "roll that skirt up so it's as short as Sarah's." An instant laugh came from Miranda by his side, who looked quickly from the contrasting skirt lengths as her smile widened. There was nearly a foot in length between them, such an obvious difference that even John and Matt smiled.

"This game was your idea Nicole," John reminded her, chuckling now that the joke wasn’t on him. "Oh, hoist with my own petard," Nicole sighed as she got to her feet, a blush growing in her cheeks and spreading across the bridge of her button nose. "It’s just a skirt, don’t be a baby," Sarah teased. "Y-yeah, it’s just a skirt," Matt echoed, earning only an eye roll from his crush for his effort.

As Nicole got to her feet, Sarah did too. It wasn’t a necessary part of her plan, but she decided to play along anyway. It was a party, after all, there was no harm in a little fun. She sashayed around the room to Nicole, adding a little flair to her hips as she walked to really show off just how short her skirt was. Those swaying motions were almost enough to expose her ass and tiny panties, and Sarah noticed concern grow on Nicole's face. There was no way she’d ever dressed so scandalously before.

Sarah stopped beside the shorter girl with a knowing smirk and a hand on her hip. "Come on, up to here Nicole,” she encouraged her, drawing a line from where her skirt ended to the same level on Nicole's body. On the shorter girl, that was almost as high as her waist. She might as well have been wearing no skirt at all. "No thank you," Nicole disagreed with a shake of her head, "I’ll wear the same length of skirt, I won’t just go to your level."

Placing a hand on the taller girls thick thigh, Nicole measured the length of her skirt haphazardly, before applying her makeshift ruler to herself. The result was still a length that would be very short, but “only” half way up her thigh instead of above it. She sighed as she realized just how short her new attire was going to be, but she seemed resigned to her fate anyway.

"I should have known this would become sexualized," she muttered practically to herself. "Aww, did this happen at space camp too?" Sarah asked sarcastically, only to be taken by surprise when Nicole blushed in response. "Kind of," she admitted, glancing away quickly to busy herself with her skirt. Before Sarah even had a chance to raise an eyebrow at Nicole's unexpected reply, the petite nerd had set to work on completing her dare.

Sarah thought about what spacecamp might have been like. A young, somewhat attractive woman, surrounded by lonely and repressed nerds, freshly adults, outside of parental supervision for the first time? They might have been probing her anus the whole time.

With practiced hands, Nicole began rolling up her skirt, rolling the hem slowly up her slender legs like she was raising the curtain on a show. It certainly had plenty of spectators. Tom was obviously watching, but Matt was taking peeks too, when he could tear his eyes away from Sarah. Even John, who had blustered so much about being a gentlemen, kept taking quick looks at his friends stocking-clad legs.

As the skirt cleared her knee, Tom wolf whistled, taking Nicole by surprise and making her hands twitch. Involuntarily, she pulled the skirt up a little higher for a moment, unveiling her thighs like she was giving everyone a flash of what’s to come.

After taking a moment to glare at him through her heavy rimmed spectacles, Nicole returned her attention to her skirt. It quickly rose up her thigh toward the point she had laid out with her hand, revealing as it went that her tights were actually thigh highs with cute kitten faces on the top. That fact alone seemed to make Nicole blush more than showing off her rarely seen legs.

Her thighs themselves were a little thicker than Sarah had been expecting, not as womanly as her own, but still with some extra roundness compared to her skinny calves. The paleness of her skin between her rising skirt and her kitty stockings highlighted just how rare this sight was, an expanding band of snowy white on both her legs.

Stopping rolling her skirt, Nicole took one hand and placed it on her hip to measure again, obviously satisfied with the result. "There," she said, "that’s about right." Her skirt was now only a quarter of the length it had started at, a match for Sarah's in that if Nicole turned too fast she might have flashed everyone her ass too. Even now, standing still, the very bottom curve of her butt was almost visible, peeking out the bottom of her skirt like the edge of a crescent moon on a cloudy night.

"I feel like lady Godiva," she muttered, staring at her own tiny skirt in shock. "Well you look great," Sarah said, the closest thing to a compliment to escape her lips tonight, and only because it was a backhanded one to herself. With her part in proceedings as a measuring stick done, Sarah swayed her hips back across the room to her seat, leaving the cute nerd to stand there and tug nervously at her skirt.

Rather than say anything, she just bent down to retrieve the hat, only to immediately regret it. She was unused to having a skirt this short, so when she bent double at the waist she very nearly flashed everyone behind her her underwear. Based on the wide eyed shock on John's face, he had probably gotten an unanticipated eyeful of his friend’s panties.

Trying again, Nicole bent awkwardly at the knees, obviously unused to moving like that as she grabbed the hat more carefully this time. With tiny steps, Nicole retreated to her set, clamping her knees tightly together as she sat down. Sarah thought the new skirt length was a definite improvement, making Nicole look more like a sexy secretary than a spinster librarian, but it was clear it would take some getting used to for Nicole.

With her legs still locked together, Nicole reached into the hat for a name.

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