Nicole

"Since Nicole was so unmoved by my loving embrace," Sarah said, "I think you should take her inside and help her take a sexy nude to send to one of the guys."

"What? That's a dare for me, not her!" Nicole stormed.

Sarah looked at her innocently, even while she was sitting straddling Matt's lap, her tits in her face. "Sorry, Nicole, but I think that sounds like you're using your next veto?"

Nicole hesitated, eyes narrowing. She bit her lip. "I get to pick who it goes to?"

Sarah shrugged after a moment. "Sure."

Nicole sighed. "Fine."

"Fine by me, too," Miranda grinned. She put her hand on my knee to stand up, squeezing it as she glanced down at me.

"Let's get this over with, Madam Director," Nicole grumbled heading for the house.

On her way past, Miranda grabbed the next name out of the bowl. "Tom," she said, and he perked up. "By the time we're back, be naked."

Tom was obviously unsure about this development. On the one hand, him being naked moved the game along and made it more likely he'd get to have more intimate fun. On the other hand, even though she was close even Sarah wasn't technically naked, which meant he'd be first.
I watched him mull this over in his mind while Sarah ground on Matt's lap, feeding him her tits for another minute or two before stopping and turning to sit sideways on his lap.

"You OK there, buddy?" I asked Matt.

Tom stood up and started unbuttoning his jeans. Great, you thought sarcastically.

"Uh, yeah, yeah," Matt said. His dazed look was back.

"Try not to break him," I said to Sarah, making her smirk and pat Matt's shoulder.

"Oh," she said. "I think he can take it."

PING.

My phone went off with a text. Without thinking I checked it, and then I checked it again.
I gulped audibly.

I could only see the top of the picture in the notification. Nicole was standing in the kitchen of Sarah's house, her bare back to the camera as she looked over her shoulder with a red face, her tongue out and eyes rolled up in the weirdly hot ahegao-style expression as if she were having her mind blown with an overwhelming orgasm. The photo preview ended around her waist.

Another text came in, blocking the preview.

Nicole: Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Never send this to anyone!

You swallowed.

"Ooh, looks like she decided who to send it to," Sarah said. "Honestly, I figured she was going to pick Matt."

"Let's see it," Tom said, gesturing for my phone.

"No-" I started, then realized Tom had, in fact, gotten naked and his dick was hanging between his unfortunately open legs as he sat forward on his couch. "God, fuck dude. Close your legs. No."

"Oh, come on," Tom whined.

"Hey, the first naked dick!" Miranda crowed as she came out of the house, followed by Nicole as she was straightening her top.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Sarah said, rotating in Matt's lap. "Come on, you can't tell me you were that soft on her, Miranda."

"What?" the brunette asked.

Sarah gestured at Nicole, who was standing with her face turning red again. "She's got all her clothes on! We agreed that anything that comes off stays off."

"Fuck," Nicole said, looking up at the night sky.

"Sorry, girl. Nice try though," Miranda said. "To be fair, she didn't take her pants or panties off, just her shirt. She also didn't bitch about it."

"Wooo, tits!" Tom cheered. "Don't worry, I appreciate all sizes of titties, Nicole."

"Oh my god, fuck off Tom," Nicole said. And with an angry look, she whipped her top off.

To be fair, I'd always known Nicole had small breasts. It was a fact that was hard to miss. She could make it look like there was more there when she wanted to using pushup bras and such, but that was rare. Now, as she stood glaring at Tom, I couldn't stop looking at her bare chest. They were little more than soft swells, topped with a pair of delightfully pink nipples and small, puffy areolas. Just enough that they might have jostled a little if she were getting railed really hard on her back, or bouncing up and down - Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me? I stopped that train of thought. This was Nicole, for crying out loud!

Nicole threw her shirt at Sarah, who batted it away with a laugh, and Nicole stormed back over to her seat. On her way she looked to me, and I offered her what I hoped was an encouraging smile. She scowled, turned and sat down, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Spoil sport," Tom said.

"Fuck off!" Nicole said and flashed him the finger. I could tell she almost made a snide remark and then bit it off. Now was not the time to be making enemies - or deeper enemies.

"I think you look cute," I said, leaning towards her. "I mean, I feel like this is a bit of deja vu from when we were four, but what do I know?"

"Fuck off!" she said, but this time she was suppressing a laugh and looking at me with wide-eyed surprise. She grabbed her chest, one hand per tiny breast, and squeezed them to herself. "You better not ever send that picture to anyone, John. Ever."

"Scout's honour," I said, holding up my hand and getting the finger thing wrong a few times, making her roll her eyes. "I haven't even looked at it, honestly. Well, barely. I haven't opened it."

"Good! Don't," she said. "Or, fuck, do. I don't care. I'm sitting here topless."

She sighed and let go of her breasts, folding her hands in her lap and letting her nipples stand small and proud.

"Tom, your turn," Sarah prompted.

"Oh, good, I almost forgot! All the drama," he said, leaning forward and rubbing his hands together before picking a name.

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