Jon.

Jean blushed. She had certainly made a fool of herself, hadn't she? In what world was "Suck on my nipples" the first thing that came to a normal person's mind when asked to come up with a dare? In no world, that was what. But she had already said it, and with the way that all four of her drinking buddies were staring at her, it was clear that there would be no taking her dare back now, even if she hadn't actually picked a target yet.

She bit her lip. This was dumb, so dumb. But if she was going to make a mess of things, then she might as well have some fun with it, right? There was one person in particular that she had had her eye on for a little while now, and this may have been the perfect opportunity to capitalize on.

"Cat got your tongue?" Jon said with a smirk. That bastard. He must have already guessed what she was planning to do. Well, it wasn't like she was going to change her mind just because he was a bit smug.

Jean glanced around the room, almost as if she was looking for an alternative, but it was too late. The little pervert deep in her brain had already made up its mind, and it wouldn't let her change her decision now. Besides, she could feel her nipples getting hard, and well, that meant that she had already embarrassed herself.

Jeannie sighed and looked at the man that she had been silently lusting after for the last few days. "Okay, Jon. I want YOU to suck on my nipples."