Angela leaves

The sun dips lower, casting a golden glow over the pool deck. The girls are loose from the champagne and seltzers, laughing louder, bodies glistening with sunscreen and water.

Suddenly Angela sways a little on her lounger, pressing a hand to her forehead.

“Ugh, I think I got too much sun,” she says, voice dramatically weak. “I’m feeling dizzy. I’m gonna head inside and lie down for a bit.”

Madison waves a lazy hand. “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, just need AC and water. Nick, can you keep an eye on the girls? Make sure they don’t drown or anything?”

Nick gives her a knowing half-smile. “Of course. I’ve got them.”

Angela forces a grateful nod, grabs her towel, and disappears through the sliding glass doors without looking back. The door shuts with a soft click, leaving Nick alone with the three bikini-clad college girls.

He doesn’t even have to try.

Madison is the first to move, sliding off her lounger and sauntering over to where Nick leans against the pool bar. “Your sister’s sweet for worrying,” she says, voice low and teasing, “but we’re big girls. We can take care of ourselves.”

Chloe laughs, stretching languidly on her towel so her back arches and her blue bottoms ride even higher. “Some of us better than others.”

Savannah bites her lip, cheeks pink, but her eyes stay on Nick as she toys with the tie of her strained white bikini top.

The flirting escalates fast—Madison brushing “sunscreen” higher on his shoulders than necessary, Chloe asking him to help adjust the volleyball net even though it’s already perfect, Savannah quietly offering him a fresh drink and letting her fingers linger against his when he takes it.

Nick just smirks and lets it build.

After another twenty minutes of playful splashing and increasingly bold touches, he nods toward the elevated hot tub built into the far end of the pool deck.

“Water’s getting chilly. Hot tub’s warmer. Plenty of room.”

The girls exchange quick glances excited, tipsy, curious and follow him without hesitation.

They climb the few steps and slip into the steaming, bubbling water. Madison and Chloe flank him immediately, one on each side, thighs pressing against his under the surface. Savannah settles across from him, knees brushing his shins, her massive chest floating slightly with the jets.

Nick leans back, arms spread along the edge, letting the bubbles churn around them.

Conversation turns flirtier, giggles sharper. Madison’s hand “accidentally” grazes his thigh. Chloe leans in to whisper something silly in his ear, her breasts pressing against his arm.

Then, as he shifts to reach for his drink on the ledge, his loose swim trunks, purposely untied just enough, catch on the underwater jet and slide down his hips.

His massive cock springs free beneath the water, thick and heavy even in the heat, bobbing visibly in the clear, bubbling current.

For a heartbeat everything stills.

Three pairs of eyes lock onto it at once.

Madison’s lips part in a soft “oh.”

Chloe’s freckled cheeks flush deep red, but she doesn’t look away.

Savannah’s hands float to her mouth, eyes wide, a tiny, involuntary gasp escaping as the jets swirl around his exposed length.

None of them move. None of them speak.

They’re completely, unmistakably enthralled.