Sort of?

When Tom rips the closet door open, Miranda tumbles out onto her hands and knees. Her hair is tousled and her face is red and slick around the mouth. From making out... right?
"Jerkoff!" she shrugs off Tom's naked attempt to cop a feel by helping her up. "I was leaning on the door."
Matt emerges from behind her. His shirt is gone, and he's very nonchalantly tugging at the waistband of his shorts, as if he had just pulled them up. Your heart seizes up a little. What the fuck did he do? He wouldn't have... she wouldn't have... right?
As Matt saunters over to plop down on the opposite side of you from Nicole, you see Sarah and Miranda emerge from the kitchen. Miranda is chugging a beer, and Sarah was bitching in her ear. "...can't believe you told him about my nipples...anyway, how big...?" Miranda cuts her off as they re-enter the living room.
You turn to glare at Matt. He lazily turns his head to look at you.
"What?"
"Dude, what the fuck, man...?" you whisper angrily.
"Relax, it's just a game. I'm sure you got a nice show of Sarah for your troubles. Miranda's hotter than I thought. I hope you get a chance to find out for yourself." You are seething at the way he's refusing to confirm or deny anything. Sarah seems to be eyeing Sarah now, with a look of hunger. You suspect that being put in her place, denied, and then revved up by Tom has made her very keen on Matt now.
"Hey, Matt, here's your shirt." Miranda lifts it up as she sits down. She must have retrieved it from the closet.
"Eh, just put it on the pile." that answer seems to meet with the approval of every girl. Matt is toned, though far from jacked, and he has a wiry athleticism from playing soccer and baseball in high school. You also can't help but notice he still has a bulge in his shorts. So maybe they didn't...
"Okay, Tom!" Nicole pipes up. "Your turn to pick a name!"