Nicole

"Nicole, you're next." Grins the asshole waving the yellow paperslip with your friend's name written on it.

"Go on, i'm ready."

"Well, our kind John made me think. Even if he failed, his intentions were good. Let's warm up Miranda, shall we?"

"Uh? O-Okay ... What do you want me to do?" In her tone there is a pefectly balanced mix of surprise and suspicion.

"Good! Now, i've thought thoroughly of it for a bit : there are various ways to warm up someone and clothes and blankets are just one way. There's alchool, for example, but that can't help us now, since i didn't pull Miranda, so i can't make her drink, not directly at least ... There's physical effort, but again, it doesn't suit our current needs ..."

They way the sucker keeps pontificating using you own idea is frustrating, you only hope he will actually end up helping Miranda out a bit.

"And so we're left with friction and convection ... " He lets the pause grow untill even you start to get curious.

"Here's the dare, Nicole. I dare you to drink a shot, of whiskey this time (his precedent dare to her was to drink a beer in less that twenty seconds), lose you shirt and go hug Miranda."

"It will also be your duty, from now on, to cover her intimate parts with your own hand in her place."

As expected from Tom ...

"W-Wait, no! This is just gross, i'm not into girls ... i can't touch her .... THERE!" Whimpers your friend turning towards Sarah with the hope she would object something.

You crush instead, wait silently for the dust to settle. She really seems to have lost the will to fight ...

"It's good for me. As long as Miranda stays naked." Shrugs the red-haired girl in reply.

"Hey, you just have to keep your hand there, nothing else." Ressures Tom with ill-concealed amusement.

"Here's your whisky." Chimes in a curiously helpful Matt, before pouring in a stained glass the brown content of a bottle which was resting next the feet of his armchair and handing it to a speechless Nicole.
She takes the glass in her hand, looking at it with bitterness and suspicion.

"I have fear to ask but ... how long lasts this dare?"

"Oh, right. I'd say a few turns at least ..."

"What kind of unit of measure is 'few'?" You inquire sharply, finally able to pick on him.

"Relax, Mr. Fussy, let's do until one of your girls name gets pulled again, uh? It should suffice, don't you think?"

As you watch Nicole making faces while struggling to empty her glass, you have to admit that Tom's dare is the first one barely interesting in a while and that it would proably liven up Miranda a bit.
And if not the case, it will proably liven up your own erection and everyone else's ...

Fire in her eyes, your friend covers the short distance that separates her from her target, fumbling with the buttons of her shirt.
You don't know her for holding alchool particularly well ...

Her silky bra is black, just like Miranda's one, but much more simpler.
Without underwire or any frills of sort, it does nothing to ephasize her modest, yet lovely, apple-shaped breasts.

She hesitates.

"May i?" She asks before sitting next to your crush, her flared up cheeks revealing her embarassment more that her actions.

Flushed as well, Miranda limits to nod shyily.

Akwardly Nicole wraps her arms around a frozen statue vaguely resembling the girl you fell in love with.

"Like this? God, Miranda .... you're ice cold!"

There's apprehnsion in her voice.

"The hand." Simpers Tom.

Nicole ignores him.

"Sorry, i suppose my hands are cold as well."

Miranda flinches visibly when she reachs between her clenched thighs.

"Hmm could you just hmm ... ok, i've got it ... i think ... I-Is that ok for you like this?"

"It's f-fine." Concedes the brown-haired girl, stiff like a piece of wood, only her eyes betraying how fazed and embaressed she is.

"So what about my idea? You even got you hands free now. Feeling any warmer?"

"Kind of, i suppose ..." She replies squirming, the implicit subtext of his words completely over her head.

You see Nicole drawing closer to her and whispering something in her ear, her bodies heaving simultaneously, a smooth tangle of naked skins squeezed together.

"Can we have the hat please?" She asks afterwards.

"What? Are the two of you a team now? Ok, there you go."

The hat flies like a frisbee, the paper slips miraculosly all still inside when Miranda catches it.

"Not even a thank you, uh? Well that's not nice, you know."

"You did it just because you are a perv and not to help her, you're not fooling anyone." Chimes in Nicole reaching inside the hat that Miranda is holding for her with her only available hand.

You really do hope those are your crush's thoughts about him too.

"I just combined fun and utililty, we're still playing a game, in case you have forgotten."

"Yeah, yeah. Bla, bla, bla. Shut your trap, you big ... dick, wouldya?"

Alchool seems to be starting to really take its toll on your friend now.

"I sooooo much want to pull your name right now, Tom, i'm gonna make you regret the ... hmm ... the day puberty struck you." She slurs snickering.