Too easy not to

I slowly stood, hesitating for a moment and shaking my head. This was something that was really happening.

Feeling a bit of spite for Tom, I walked over and put my left foot up on the bench seat in between him and Sarah, leaving my crotch wide open and the bulge of my hard dick obvious as the jeans pulled tight. “Do what you will, Sarah,” I said, taking a deep breath.

“Don't mind if I do,” she smirked, sitting up and pulling her feet from Matt to get a better vantage. Sarah reached out and ran her nails – also manicured with that dark green polish – down the length of my dick over my jeans, the tiny vibrations as she scraped across the natural grooves in my pants making me stand up a little straighter. “Hmmm,” she hummed, her lips pressed together as she looked up at me with her emerald-green eyes. “Looks like you aren't doing too bad down here.”

Sarah slowly palmed the end of my dick, pressing it against my leg, and then curled her fingers around the girth and rubbed up and down the length. On the down strokes I could feel the heel of her palm push against my balls, while at the top she would rotate her hand and press a little more firmly.

Maybe going to Sarah first was a bad idea.

“Alright, alright, that's enough,” I said, pulling back and stepping away from the redheaded temptress.

“Aw,” she pouted, then smirked playfully. “Don't worry, I'm sure I'll get a better look at that thing.”

I swallowed as I realized she might just be the real predator to worry about in this game. Turning, I was faced with the two grinning expressions of my bff Nicole, and my crush Miranda. The way Sarah had been working me, even for that minute or two, I felt like I might explode in my pants if Miranda pulled a similar stunt as her friend. Nicole it was.

I took the few steps across the circle and around the wicker table to stand in front of my platinum blonde friend. “Well,” I shrugged. “If you really want to.”

Nicole quirked an eyebrow. “What, no presentation for me? Come on, man-meat. I want a show.”

This had Matt, Sarah and Miranda all laughing, while Tom sounded like he was sighing in boredom and frustration.

“You want a show? I knew there was a reason you bought blu-ray copies of both Magic Mike movies,” I said, then reached down and blatantly adjusted my hard cock in my pants like some baseball player in the outfield.

“Yeah, baby,” Nicole grinned, giving me a little whistle. “Let's see what you're working with down there. It's been what, seventeen years since we took baths together as kids?”

“Don't remind me, I remember you used to fart when our moms weren't looking,” I countered.

“Hah!” Tom laughed loudly, accompanied by some other snickers.

I put my foot up on the arm of the chair Nicole was in, stretching my jeans tight again, “Grope away, oh small devil girl.”

“Excuse me,” she said, her smile reaching into her eyes as I called her one of our long-standing nicknames. “The title is 'impish rage demon' and you know it. Don't make me show you who's boss.”

She reached out a hand, hesitating for a split second as she broke eye contact with me and looked at the bulge in my jeans. Nicole put her fingers on the length in the centre as if she were cautiously petting a dog, then ran them up and down. She looked back up, meeting my eyes, as her fingers slowly curled around the width while she rubbed.

“Huh, that's pretty hard,” she murmured. I'd sat across from Nicole thousands of times. I'd stood talking to her, or laid beside her. I had never made eye contact with her while she was in this position though, looking up at me from so near my waist. So near my cock. Her eyes held the reflection of some of the ground lights around the backyard and candles from the coffee table, and her silvery blonde hair was mostly swept back from her face. She bit the front corner of her lips as I kept staring at her.

My mouth was feeling dry, and my cock flexed of its own accord at her lingering touch.

I wasn't supposed to be feeling this way about Nicole.

I wasn't supposed to think about how sexy her mouth looked. How I wanted it. How I wanted to wrap my fingers in her hair, feel her fingers wrapped against the bare skin of my dick.

“That all?” I asked breathlessly, breaking the moment.

She blinked and seemed to realize what the two of us were doing. She pulled her hand back. “Well, it's not the worst dick in the world. I'm sure you'll make someone happy, someday. Far from now. When she's ****.”

“Ha-ha,” I replied sarcastically. Automatically. I took a breath and tried to forget what I had just been thinking about, turning to Miranda. The others were still snickering at Nicole's joke, but my best friend wasn't laughing. Her lips were pursed slightly open, her jaw jutting out like she was considering something very, very carefully.

“I don't need a show,” Miranda smirked as I approached her. “Considering I already got a feel up close and personal. I'll take another one though.”

I stepped up to her and Miranda glanced at Sarah. They had some sort of best friend telepathic conversation, and then Miranda gave me a pouty smirk and a shrug. She crooked a finger, beckoning me a little closer, and when I moved she put a hand on each of my hips. Slowly, she let one drop down and then slipped it into my pocket, quickly sitting forward and going all the way in until her fingers were wrapped around the base of my shaft through the thin material of the pocket and my boxers.

“Um,” I gulped, jumping a little at the abrupt forwardness.

“Shhh,” she hushed, then winked. “I figure I got you this way, I deserve a little extra. Is that okay?”
She fought the fabrics and slowly stroked me as far down my shaft as they would allow.

“Absolutely,” I said, sucking in a deep breath.

It didn't last long, only a few more strokes, and she finished with a wink and a laugh. “Thanks for being a good sport,” she said.

“Yeah, good job John,” Sarah said. “Taking one for the- well, I guess for yourself. There are no teams in Dare or Dare, this is war!” While I had been focusing on the other girls Sarah had re-shuffled herself, leaning back against Tom again so that Matt could return to his foot massaging duties. He was using one hand now, stretching the other one like he'd started to stiffen up.

“Sure,” I said, still breathing a little heavier. There was no point in hiding the bulge in my pants now. “My turn.”

I reached forward and pulled out a paper from the bowl on the table.

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