Tom

Matt reads the name on the paper with a shit eating grin. "Tom, since you're so adamant I go how about you come too. And make sure you draw a name first so everyone else can keep playing." He tells him smugly. "Fine by me." Tom replies, standing up and grabbing the hat out of Matts hands to draw a slip of his own. Pulling it out he reads it quickly before tossing it back in the hat. "Miranda, I dare you to come, you can help keep me warm." She glares at him but nonetheless gets up and moves towards the hat. "Wait a minute." Sarah stops her suddenly. “Come on get up you two, I can see where this is going.” She addresses you and Nicole. "We’re all gonna go now, just to save the time of dragging everyone into this individually." She explains, standing up and heading out the door. "But aren't you and Nicole still topless?" You ask, confused.

From out of the still open door a coat suddenly flies in, landing in Nicoles lap, followed by Sarah herself, putting a long trenchcoat over her own bare shoulders. "If that thud was a visual point you were making it was kinda lost on me." You point out, gesturing to your blindfold. "We've got coats, now come on." She explains, kicking your foot lightly as a form of encouragement. "But I’m blindfolded!" You protest, gesturing to Nicoles shirt across your eyes again. “Hold my hand, I’ll guide you.” She explains taking you gently by the hand and pulling you to your feet. The delicate care with which she takes your hand makes your heart flutter unpredictably. “With me leading the way you’ll have nothing to worry about.” When she says that your shin immediately collides with the coffee table, putting an abrupt stop to your fluttering heart. “Watch out for that table.” She warns, too little to late. Rubbing your shin you hop around the table toward the door, hesitantly trusting Sarah to not let something like that happen again. “Miranda, grab the hat. We can play as we go.” Sarah tells her and she looks surprised but still obeys. Maybe it's because she's the host, maybe it's just her general confidence but Sarah seems to have assumed the role of games master even though it was Nicole who suggested it.

While you limp out the door into the hall, meekly following Sarah, everyone else finishes making preparations of their own. Nicole buttons her borrowed coat very tightly around herself and tries to tug it down as far as possible. It's kind of a trench coat like the one Sarah is wearing, but quite a bit shorter, only coming to about halfway down her thighs, a strong wind could probably expose her panties if she wasn't careful. Briefly she considers trying to get Sarah to swap, her longer coat would cover her nicely, but she imagines Sarah gave her the shorter one for a reason and she'd struggle to argue with that infernal gag still in anyway. Meanwhile Tom is putting his own jacket back on, leaving it unzipped intentionally to frame his abs, a male stripper style look that draws somehow more attention from the girls. Maybe the added tease does something extra for them, maybe they liked *Magic Mike*. When everyone is ready Matt opens the door and heads out into the cool night air, the rest of you following quickly with you bringing up the rear. Once you're all together on Sarahs drive, the hat in Mirandas hands and your safety in Sarahs she turns and locks the door. “So, are we ready?” Matt asks sheepishly, still a little confused by the sudden chain of events. “Yup. Lead on.” Sarah commands, setting off your little procession with Matt and Tom in front, Miranda and Nicole in the middle and you and Sarah bringing up the rear, the semi-nude leading the blind.

"Hey Miranda, I dared you to keep me warm, remember?" Tom calls over his shoulder, beckoning her with one hand. She rolls her eyes but complies, stepping close to him before he wraps a strong arm around her shoulder and pulls her tight to his side. As she presses against his muscular torso she suddenly becomes aware of her nipples being diamond hard. Apparently Tom wasn’t the only one being affected by the cold. With no bra to contain them they jut sharply through the thin material of her top, little hard peaks on her 36C breasts. When Tom inevitably notices them, either by looking down at her or feeling one jab him in his side, he leans down closer so his hot breath tickles her neck. “Don’t worry babe, I’ve got the perfect activity to warm us both up.” He murmurs, snaking his hand around her shoulder down to grope one boob. “In your dreams.” She replies, smacking his hand away. Although she has to admit she’s feeling warmer already, but not in any way that would make her nipples less hard. As she walks, so close to Tom that all she can smell is his aftershave and a faint masculine musk, she puts her hand into the hat to draw a name.