The Afterparty: Around the Pool, Part 3 (Game of Dares, Slow Burn to Group Sex) (OC)

*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wi6n7m/the_afterparty_around_the_pool_part_1_oc_game_of/)*

*Six friends hanging around after a college party end up in a game of Dares, and things quickly escalate. This story was originally written in smaller chapters, with chapters 9-10 presented here. Expect an escalating tease, eventually devolving into debauched chaos*

**Chapter 9**

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

“I know,” you 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,” you 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 you could swear your 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 force 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 gave 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,” you 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,” you 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 you were a little confused, but then after a moment of thinking about the mechanics of the whole thing you 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.”

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

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

“Fine, sure,” you said.

It was like a weird puzzle, except every time you examined a piece of it, that piece also happened to be the body part or underwear of your best friend. Nicole had unzipped her sweater and you took that off of her, laying it on her chair, leaving her in that wide-shouldered sleeveless tee. You 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?” you asked her. Now that her arms were inside the shirt you should 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.”

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

“Um, sorry,” you 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.”

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

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

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

Sarah grinned as she saw the look on your face, and the others all turned to see what you were looking at. She had swapped 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 you had thought, which wasn’t surprising since you 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.

You clued in to 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,” you 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.

Your 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 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.

You and Matt 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 you as she handed you your 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?”

You leaned forward and pulled a name from the bowl.

**Chapter 10**

“I got myself,” you say, holding up the paper for Miranda to confirm. You tossed it back in and rustled the papers in the bowl around, looking around the sitting area as you did. It was… well, it was difficult to pry your eyes off of Sarah. Tom and Matt weren’t watching you at all – Tom was practically drooling as he sat next to the redhead, eyes fixed on her tits as she sat cross-legged on the bench. Matt, on the other hand, looked like he was trying to imprint the entire vision of her in his mind like a baby bird with its mother.

You pulled another paper out, trying not to let your eyes linger on Sarah’s nipples poking through her mesh shirt, and checked it. “What- ugh, me again.”

“Pull another paper then put yours back, doofus,” Nicole snickered.

You glanced over to her and made a face and stuck out your tongue, which she returned full force. You grabbed another paper blindly and then dropped the one with your name back in. “Matt,” you announced.

His head whipped around and he had a blank and guilty look as if he’d been caught red handed peeping on Sarah in secret. “What?”

“I pulled your name,” you said, waving the paper. You set it down and consider the situation – your last dare for Sarah had really ramped up the game’s stakes, and now things were getting to the point where you were hesitating. You and Matt were both almost naked in just your boxer briefs, Nicole’s bra was off under her shirt , and Sarah was practically naked. Oh, and you had a hickey on your neck and all the girls had groped your dick at some point in the night.

“Well, fucking dare him,” Tom urged you to speed up. “God, this has got to be the slowest dare game ever. You’re all so fucking indecisive.”

“Fuck off,” you said to Tom, then turned to your best guy friend. “Matt, I dare you to pick up Sarah and make out with her pressed against the wall.”

Matt’s jaw dropped and his eyes darted from me to his crush. Sarah, on the other hand, broke her self-assured smirk with a genuine grin and stuck out her tongue a little. “That sounds hot. C’mere, baby,” she said, then held up her arms. The fact that her unsupported tits wiggled wonderfully beneath the mesh top as she did it made it hard not to stare.

Matt stood up and took a half step-forward before hesitating, and then rushing in and picking up Sarah. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, clinging on like a spider-monkey until Matt got his hands on her practically bare ass. Tom got an eyeful as Matt hefted her up high, her cheeks spreading, and you had no doubt Tom had just seen most of the redheads asshole around the string of her thong – he got more than that after a moment, as he leaned forward like he was trying to maintain eye contact with it and got the side of Sarah’s ass cheek to the face as Matt turned.

Now it was you, Miranda and Nicole’s turn to see every inch of Sarah’s ass, though it wasn’t from up close.

“Jesus Christ, girl,” Miranda chuckled mostly to herself, shaking her head.

Matt walked Sarah over to the house and pressed her back against the wall. On the way, Sarah was already necking him and then lifted her lips up and sucked on his earlobe.

“How long?” Matt called back to you.

“Oh, uh, two and a half minutes,” you said.

“Mmmf!” he replied. Sarah had locked lips with him. Even with her back pressed to the wall of the house, Matt kept his hands firmly planted on Sarah’s ass and it looked like she was using the leverage to undulate her body against him as they made out.

“Are you proud of yourself?” Nicole snickered. “Matt might literally never have a better night than this in his life. He’s peaking, and he doesn’t even realize it.”

“Knowing Sarah, I doubt she’ll let that be true,” Miranda said. “She’s always had a thing for big dicks, and Matt’s packing heat.”

Tom seemed to be in his own little world, watching Sarah and Matt longingly. Good, you thought. Part of the reason you rambled out the dare was just to get Sarah into Matt’s arms and away from Tom.

The problem was, there were six people here, and if you were pushing Sarah at Matt, then Tom was either going to cause Matt a problem, or start looking towards Miranda or Nicole…

Fuck.

Nicole had already made her feelings clear about Tom, and if you were reading the very obvious signs she was giving you correctly, Miranda was into you. What you weren’t totally sure of is if she was into Tom as well.

Fuck again.

“Is that time?” Nicole asked.

“What?” you asked back.

“How long has it been?”

“Oh, crap,” you said, realizing you probably should have been the one timing the make-out. “Uh, that’s time guys.”

Slowly, Sarah lowered her legs and Matt released her butt once she was standing upright. They remained pressed together for a moment, and Sarah was whispering something to Matt, before she grabbed his hand and started pulling him back to the circle. She had an impish grin, bouncing with energy, her hair just slightly mussed, and she winked towards you, Miranda and Nicole. Matt, on the other hand, looked like he’d been through the ringer – shell shocked, hair wild from Sarah’s hands. Some of her lipstick was on the corners of his mouth.

His cock was also hanging out the front hole of his boxers, bobbing along for a moment as he tried to stuff it back inside.

“Booo, I didn’t get a good look,” Miranda laughed.

“I got a good feel,” Sarah said. “I’m surprised he didn’t fuck a hole in the wall. Fuck, that was hot, Matt.” She offered him a high five, which he accepted, still somewhat dazed, and then she pushed him back onto his chair and picked up the bowl, bringing it to him. Sarah sat on his lap, leaning her head back on his chest and holding up the bowl. This left her tits jutting out, and you automatically looked away to Miranda on instinct – she noticed you turn, and when she found you looking at her instead of her near-naked friend she smiled warmly, then smirked just a little and winked, rolling her eyes at the antics.

Matt, one hand on Sarah’s hip, reached into the bowl with his other and pulled out a name.

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