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“John,” she said and showed me my own name on the paper before she put it back in the bowl. “Since you didn’t make good use of my last dare for you - in fact, you practically spit in my face giving it away right afterwards - I think I’m not going to be so generous this time.”

Fuuuuuck, I thought.

I opened my mouth to give Tiff an explanation, but she raised a finger and wagged it at me. “Nuh-uh. No excuses, Johnny Boy. You should really accept gifts that are given to you. So, I dare you to go sit on the diving board with Matt aaaand…”

There was a line that hadn’t been crossed in the game. It had gone unspoken. Unmentioned. The girls were fooling around, but the guys were more getting teased about the idea of being uncomfortably close to each other. Tiff was still the wildcard though, and she seemed to have a vindictive streak.

I gulped.

“Oh, don’t look so glum,” Tiff laughed at me. “I’m not going to make you do too much. This time, anyway. Just go sit back to back with Matt and you both have to jerk off.”

She laughed again at the look on my face. I still had my first forfeit, and it was free. No punishment involved.

But.

Did I want to use it on this, when there could definitely be worse things? Tiff was being sneaky, and Tom could easily turn on me or Matt in a moment and just dare us to suck each other’s dicks or something. Having the forfeit in my back pocket was important.

“Ugh,” I sighed, and started walking over to the diving board.

Matt was as unhappy with the situation as I was, but once I looked at his face told me he wasn’t about to use his forfeit either. It was going to be weird and uncomfortable, but manageable.

We got situated, Matt looking out over the pool, and then me climbing up and sitting my bare back against his.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Just… we’re never talking about this again,” he said.

“Come on, boys. Started jerking off or I’ll add something on and you’ll really start getting to know each other,” Tiff demanded.

Things got even weirder, and I tried not to think too much about what was happening right behind me.

Tiff grinned wolfishly at the two of us, and I noticed Miranda and Nicole were both looking over at us… not exactly looking particularly horny from it, but definitely curious.

“Looks like you’re the only guy near the action now, Tommy,” Tiff said, walking back over to chairs and taking a seat in the one that Nicole had been using easily. “That bodes well for you.”

Miranda stood up from her seat on our bench and grabbed the bowl, walking it around the pool so that I could pull a name. “Don’t worry,” she whispered to Matt and I. “You guys will be out of this soon.”

“Sooner the better,” I said. “Uh, no offence, Matt.”

“Literally just stop talking about it. I’m trying to pretend I’m in my room at home,” Matt grunted.
I reached in and pulled out the next name.

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