All the boys, of course

Sarahs hand is in the hat for less than a second before she draws out a slip, quickly brining it up to her eyes. "All the boys!" She cries in feigned excitement. "I'm so lucky." She adds, returning the slip to the hat with a smile. "I think you might have made your own luck." You tease, making everyone but Sarah laugh. "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean." She shoots back, her nose high in the air as she makes a show of ignoring your comment, to a few more giggles. "So, boys..." She continues, ending any conversation on her 'alleged' cheating. "What I want is some eye candy. I dare you all to get your dicks out."

There was a spark of mischievous excitement in Sarahs eyes as she announced her dare. You knew her reputation but you were still taken off guard by how forthright she was in her demands. While you were still parsing what she had said Tom had risen and began undoing his belt but before things could get any further Matt spoke up.

"Isn’t that a bit ****?" He asks, clearly nervous about showing himself in front of an audience. "What’s the matter Matt?" Sarah coos in sympathetically. "Don’t tell me you’re not hard after that dance I just gave you?" When she asks that he blushes a deep shade of crimson and Tom laughs at his embarrassment. "Yes I- I mean no I’m not- I." He stutters trying to defend himself but Sarah stops him with a single raised finger.

"Don’t worry baby, I know just how to fix that." As she speaks she walks over to him, delicately places a hand on the back of his head and suddenly pulls him forward whilst simultaneously flipping up her top, exposing her big tits wrapped in a pretty little bra. Matt doesn’t resist as she pulls his face between her two pillowy mounds, shaking her chest back and forth as she forces him to motorboat her (not that it takes much ****). After a little while of shaking her upper body Sarah relinquishes her grip on Matts head and pulls back leaving him wide eyed and open mouthed. "Better?" She asks with a smirk. Matt can only nod in reply, the parts of his brain that create speech still recovering after the sudden shock. Watching the sexual display you feel half tempted to voice your own erection concerns in the hopes that Sarah will give you the same remedy. The risk of Miranda judging you as a pervert is what holds you back. That and the fact that no one would believe a man in this room was soft after a show like that.

With Matts worries assuaged he and Tom both stand ready to fulfill the dare but you speak up before they can. “Are we gonna have to keep our dicks out forever or just like a quick flash? I don’t want to sit here like a piece of meat all night.” As you speak Sarah turns towards you, readying her answer, but before she can speak Nicole interrupts. “How do you think I feel?” She asks, gesturing to her barely covered breasts, encased in a her lacey black bra. "If I have to sit like this with you guys all drooling over me then this is only fair." For a second you want to argue that showing dicks are different to breasts but Nicoles indignant look shuts you down. You’ve long since learned that trying to argue with her is a bad idea. Before you look away from her though your eyes carelessly drop down to her breasts that she pointed to as evidence. Even though she’s your best friend you can’t help but notice how she's grown into a woman. Her frame is still petite but her breasts have blossomed to be at least palm sized. When you wonder how they’d feel in your hands you catch yourself and look away, feeling a tightening of your pants that makes it clear you’ll have something to display.

In resignation you sigh, stand up, and move your hands to your belt, ready to get on with it. “Don’t worry John.” Tom calls out in mock concern. “No one will be looking at you anyway.” Ignoring his smug teasing you unbuckle your belt in preparation, you and the other boys awaiting some signal from your ringmaster Sarah. With your hands on your pants like this you feel like a gunfighter in the old west, ready to draw. Except now it's a bad time to be a quickshot. As the tension mounts you steal a glance at Miranda and see that she's definitely glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. That thought alone buoys you up as you turn your focus back to Sarah.

With all three of you posed to drop your pants for her she smiles and licks her lips. “Alright boys.” She says excitedly, her eyes flitting from one crotch to another. “Show us what we’re playing for.” There’s only the sound of zips and rustling fabric as you all complete her dare.