Quick rounds, with some skin!

Matt reached into the hat and felt around at the papers, but there was no way to tell which he’d written and Sarah held the hat up high so he couldn’t peek. He just picked one at random and pulled it out.

“Girls take a shot,” he said, and showed the paper.

Sarah laughed. “I hope someone isn’t trying to get us drunk.”

More shots were poured, and the girls all grimaced as they swallowed the ****.

“Well, now it’s my turn,” Sarah said, and she held the hat up above her own head to stir around the papers. This had the effect of pressing her tits out against her sweatshirt, which Matt couldn’t help but glance at quickly. “Hmm, let’s go with this one!”

Sarah lowered the hat and paper and read her dare. “Moon everyone. Really, guys?”

There were some cheers and jeers, and Sarah shrugged and handed Miranda the hat and hopped up onto her chair, turning around and presenting her small butt in her tights.

“That’s not mooning,” Tom said. “You gotta show your cheeks!”

“Fine, fine,” Sarah said, and she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her tights and peeled them down, flashing her pale Scottish ass as she pulled her lacy panties down with her pants. Matt thought he caught just a peek of some fiery orange between her cheeks, a flash of her natural pubes, before she pulled her pants back up. “You’re just a bunch of perverts, aren’t you,” she laughed.

The next few turns went quickly. Miranda had to try and lick her own elbow, John had to do ten jumping jacks (Matt assumed someone had been hoping a girl would pull that one), and then Tom pulled the ‘All Boys Drink’ and he, Matt and John all took another shot, catching up with the girls.

It was Nicole’s turn again by the time something interesting happened. “Everyone takes off one piece of clothing. Well, that’s new,” she said.

“I’ll admit it, that one was me,” Sarah giggled. “What? It’s not a good drinking game unless there’s a little skin showing.”

Most people looked like they were on the edge of agreeing, the booze sapping their resistance to the idea, and it served Matt’s purpose so he said, “Alright, let’s get this over with.” He stood up and peeled off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. He was more than used to being relatively shirtless in front of a crowd since the wrestling uniforms were so tight, and his workout regime kept him in great shape anyways - mix that with his nicely tanned skin after spending time laying by the public pool at his part time job as a lifeguard on the weekends, and Matt was more than confidant.

“Fuck it,” Tom said, and joined Matt in taking off his shirt. Tom wasn’t quite as fit as Matt, carrying around more weight since his sports didn’t have weight categories. A bit more bulk to throw around on the football field or basketball court was a good thing, even if it made him look a little softer. “Come on, Johnjohn, don’t be the only guy sitting out,” Tom said.

John looked at his girlfriend, and Miranda just smiled and shrugged. “We can keep playing if you want to,” she said.

John looked around and Matt could see the desire not to be the spoilsport working in his head. So the small guy stood and unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop and showing off his baggy boxers.

“Well, if we’re all doing it,” Nicole said. Because of the thin straps of her dress it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, so Nicole reached under her dress and wiggled out of her tights, peeling them down her lithe legs and then kicking them off before sitting back down.

“Miranda?” Sarah asked, looking at the tall girl.

She blushed. “I think I need to follow Nicole’s example,” she said, looking down at the thin summer dress she was wearing. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” She scampered out into the hallway, and then quickly came back holding a pair of lacy, thin yellow panties hanging from one finger. Miranda was blushing. “That proof enough?” she asked, and hung the panties on the back of the kitchen chair she was sitting on.

“For sure,” Sarah nodded. Then Sarah pulled off her oversized sweater, revealing that underneath she was wearing a heavy duty sports bra. “Tada!”

“Boo!” Tom yelled.

“Cheater,” Nicole accused.

Sarah danced around in a circle, sticking her tongue out and shaking her little butt. “Nah, nah. It’s not cheating, it’s strategy,” she laughed. Then she approached Matt, holding out the hat. “Your turn, Mr. Abs.”

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