Change of Clothes

It took me a moment to consider my dare, staring at Sarah as she leaned back against the arm of the bench she was sharing with Tom. Her green dress, with its deep cleavage and high hemline, was showing off a lot of her pale and freckled skin but it wasn't actually the skimpiest thing I had ever seen her wear. Her gym outfits were practically stripper clothes.

“I know,” I said. “Sarah, I dare you to go inside and put on the sluttiest outfit you can put together.”

“Yes!” Tom shouted.

Sarah laughed. “Well, I mean the sluttiest thing would probably just be coming out naked, wouldn't it?”

“OK, fine. The sluttiest complete outfit. You need to be wearing a top and bottom, or I guess a one-piece outfit, plus accessories,” I clarified.

“I think naked is fine,” Tom said.

“Noted,” Sarah grinned, then stood up. “Anyone need anything while I'm inside?”

We all asked for another beer, and she sauntered towards the door.

“Hold on,” Nicole said. “You should pick and give another dare so we don't hold up the game.”

“Good idea,” Miranda agreed.

“Alright,” Sarah said, walking back over to the circle of seats. She squeezed passed Matt's chair way closer than she needed to, rubbing her ass against his shoulder and arm, and I could swear my buddy almost reached out and took a bite out of that butt.

Sarah picked up a paper. “Tom.”

“Bring it,” Tom said.

“Says the first guy to wimp out,” Nicole snickered.

“Tom,” Sarah interrupted before he could sass Nicole back, “I dare you to go make out with Nicole. A real snog fest, tongue, heavy petting, the works. And it lasts until I come back.”

“Uh, fucking no?” Nicole said.

Tom snorted, “I'm game. I bet I could teach her a thing or two.” He stood up.

“I'm sorry, did you not hear me? I said no.”

“Sounds to me like you're forfeiting,” Miranda said.

“I am not, it's not my dare, it's his. If I say no, he can't do it so I think he fails.”

“That's not fair either though,” Matt said. He totally missed the look Nicole gave him. “That means anyone can just refuse to be part of a dare and **** someone to forfeit.”

“I think the spirit of the game is that you should participate in dares,” Sarah said, crossing her arms as she looked at Nicole. “It was your idea to play this game.”

Nicole sighed in frustration and gestured that she had given up, “Fine, I'll use my forfeit. Sarah can pick another person.”

“What?” Tom said. “It's my fucking turn.”

“You didn't actually do the dare though, even though it's not your forfeit,” I said, thinking of the horror that Tom picking Nicole right now would be.

“John's right,” Sarah said, scooping up a new name. “And I also picked John,” she continued with a grin, dropping both papers back in the bowl.

“Well, crap,” I said.

“John. Johnny baby. Johnson McJohnson. I think I know exactly what you need to do.” Sarah's smirk was calculated and predatory and quite honestly a little terrifying. “I dare you to take off Nicole's bra from under her shirt – and Nicole can't help you at all.”

At first I was a little confused, but then after a moment of thinking about the mechanics of the whole thing I realized you would either need to take her shirt off and expose her to everyone, or grope around under her shirt blindly.

“I- wow,” Nicole said. “I guess I can't veto that one or I'll be naked in the pool.”

I turned to her, “Are you OK with-?”

She shrugged noncommittally.

“Great,” Sarah said, clapping her hands once. “You guys start on that, I'll go get changed.”

While Sarah headed into the house, Nicole and I worked out how this was going to happen. First, Nicole stood up and raised her arms out slightly to the side, which let me stand behind her and reach up the back of her shirt to unsnap her bra. I fumbled twice, but managed to get it fast enough without being able to look at it. More distracting was the feeling of the warm skin of her back against my hands and arms as I blindly followed it up to the bra. The next step was getting her arm inside her shirt.

“No, you can't help,” Miranda stopped us as Nicole went to pull her arm inside. “He has to direct your movement.”

“Fine, sure,” I said.

It was like a weird puzzle, except every time I examined a piece of it, that piece also happened to be the body part or underwear of my best friend. Nicole had unzipped her sweater and I took that off of her, laying it on her chair, leaving her in her tank top. I had to hold her hand and elbow to bend her arm into the armhole of the shirt, then did the same thing on the other side.
“Um, front or back?” I asked her. Now that her arms were inside the shirt I would be able to pull the bra down the front and the shoulder straps would come with.

“I don't- ugh, front I guess?” she guessed. “That'll probably be easier.”

I knelt down next to my short friend and reached up inside the front of her shirt, my hands brushing across her warm, soft stomach and up her sides until I suddenly found myself cupping the fabric of her bra. The very thin, lacy-feeling fabric, and the small plumpness of her breasts underneath. One of her nipples was under my thumb – it was easy to tell because it was a firm little nub among the softness.

“Um, sorry,” I mumbled, fumbling just a little bit more to find the top of the bra, palming her other breast inside her shirt for a moment before hooking your fingers on the upper edge of the fabric.

“It's fine,” Nicole said. “Just get the shoulder straps off my shoulders first.”

I followed the fabric up, the awkward position of reaching up her shirt bringing my face right next to her stomach as I stretched my arms. The bottom hem of her shirt was lifted up against my arms and I got a face full of her creamy skin and the perfect oval of her belly button for a moment before I managed to slip the straps properly.

Managing to pull the bra down from her breasts and arms without any more accidental gropes, I pulled it from under Nicole's shirt and lifted it up. It was black and sheer lace, and it looked like it probably didn't give much support. “Done.”

I turned and showed off the bra to the others to prove it, but froze as I saw Sarah standing silently in the doorway to the house. My dare might have been over, but the one I had given her had probably just changed the tone of the game. And made my dick jump in your boxers.

Sarah grinned as she saw the look on my face, and the others all turned to see what I was looking at. She had swapped her earrings to big silver hoops, and around her neck was a black choker. She had replaced her dress with a top made of thin black mesh, and that was pretty much it. The mesh top exposed everything despite being long-sleeved – her freckled chest, the soft curves of her side, and her toned stomach were all easily seen. And her tits, pushing out against the tight mesh, were definitely visible as well. They were as big as I had thought, which wasn't surprising since I thought they were pretty damn large, but the combination of her almost porcelain skin, dense freckles and the black mesh made them look dead sexy. Her areola was fairly large, capping each breast with a peachy colour, and her nipples stood out just slightly and seemed to dimple back in on themselves.

I clued into the rest of her outfit, a skimpy little string thong that just barely covered her pussy and didn't fully cover the trimmed strip of ginger bush above it.

“God damn,” Matt said.

“Fuck,” Tom said.

“Um,” I said, blinking.

“Wow,” Nicole said, then seemed to wake up from her own shock. “You really, really got that dare right, Sarah.”

“Sluuuuut,” Miranda crowed. “I can see your- fuck, your everything.”

“You like?” Sarah asked, posing with her hands on her nearly-bare waist, making a pouting kiss face while pushing her chest out.

My mouth was feeling dry and cottony, and it didn't help when Sarah turned around and sauntered back to the house, her full ass on display with just the black string of the thong poking out from between her pale cheeks and pulled high up on her hips. She grabbed the beers, three in each hand, and walked them around the sitting area handing each of us one while letting us all have a clear view of her. She sauntered and turned with the serene confidence of a stripper at the top of her game.

Matt and I were both in the same situation, dicks straining to escape boxers, and Tom couldn't hide his own erection even with pants still on. Sarah winked at me as she handed me a beer.
She slowly sat back down in her seat, sultry and sexy and oh, so slutty. She let her legs hang open for a long second, giving a tantalizing look at her barely-covered pussy to everyone before bringing her bare thighs together as she crossed her legs at the ankles.

“So,” she asked, “Who's next?”

I leaned forward and pulled a name from the bowl.

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