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Chapter 17 by Cham3leon Cham3leon

What are you going to do this evening?

Hot girls in a hot tub

{if Zara's project==true}Despite agreeing to be Zara's subject for her project, the image of your three gorgeous roommates sharing a hot tub is too tempting to resist.{elseif Gabrielle's date==true}Despite charming Gabrielle into agreeing to a date tonight, the image of your three gorgeous roommates sharing a hot tub is too tempting to resist.{else}You wanted to try out your new home's hot tub the instant you saw it, and that is exactly what you plan to do tonight.{endif} It's a hot day, and you like the idea of doing a barbecue for your roommates before your evening together, so you head to the grocery store to pick up some ingredients.

By the time you get back, the girls are already at Lodge 69 and changed into bikinis. Needless to say, the prospect of spending the evening with the three of them while they look like this is enough to make your dick twitch.

"Felix!" squeals Hazel, hugging you tightly the instant you walk through the door. "I'm glad you decided to come!"

"We would have missed you," nods Naomi, smiling at the brunette's enthusiasm.

"I figured as much," you grin, peeling Hazel off your chest. "So I thought I'd get some food and do a barbecue for you ladies."

"That's a great idea!" says Hazel, quickly peeking into your bag. "Ooh, this'll be great fun!"

You quickly change into swim shorts and get the barbecue going, the chicken breasts and lamb kebabs sizzling away on the grill. Whilst Emma sits at the outdoor table to generously make a potato salad, Naomi and Hazel lie back on two of the deckchairs and sunbathe. It's a great view: the gurgling river meandering in the foreground, whilst the valley walls stretch into the distance beyond.

"So what were you ladies doing this afternoon?" you ask. "Inhibition management?"

The three of them exchange glances. "When girls leave the USE, they are able and willing to fuck anyone at all, in any way they want," explains Emma. "But, well, we're not like that."

"For example, whilst Emma is already bisexual, Hazel and I are straight," continues Naomi. "We can appreciate a beautiful woman, but we dislike the idea of fucking them."

"And 'inhibition management' teaches you to... like it?" you say. "Makes you like women? How?"

"It's not just for making straight girls bi," adds the Brazilian. "Even the most hardcore lesbian is taught to love cock by the end of the three years. If you don't like it being done in the butt, it teaches you to like it. Same for sucking dick, eating pussy, taking facials... even gangbangs. It's a consensual, opt-in thing though, don't worry."

You shake your head. That was... quite a list. You didn't even want to imagine the weirdest stuff that inhibition management might address. Now you think about it, you do remember skipping over the class that would teach you to like guys. "I'm still curious how they can ever change what you like, though."

The girls exchange looks again. "It's... not fun," says Emma from the table.

"I think it's fun," retorts Naomi, raising her head slightly.

"You think everything's fun," Hazel points out.

"No, I think everything that make me cum is fun," Naomi corrects her, lying back down. "Like a big, hard cock in my pussy."

Your eyes pass between your three roommates, and you surmise that the conversation isn't going any further. You'll find out how they do it - later; the barbecue is almost ready.

You soon produce a veritable smorgasbord from the grill - perfectly cooked chicken and lamb, with that barbecue smokiness you can't get anywhere else, alongside some delicious vegetable skewers. Emma contributes a green salad and her much-anticipated potato salad. You all tuck in with gusto, and for a while all you can hear is the gushing river and the hungry munching of food. The jacuzzi hot tub hums, warming up whilst you eat. You occupy yourself trying not to stare at the cleavage of the three bikini-clad babes.

{if Zara's project==true}"So, Felix, a little bird told me you were meant to meet Zara tonight," comments Hazel. "I didn't take you as the kind of guy to stand a girl up like that."

You look over at her, about to defend yourself, then see the mischievous smile on her face. "Well, I thought I couldn't pass up an evening in the hot tub with my three lovely roommates," you shrug, a smile tugging at your face. "{if Charm>35}Don't worry, I called Zara this afternoon to let her know I couldn't make it.{endif} Speaking of which, shall we?"
{elseif Gabrielle's date==true}"So, Felix, a little bird told me you were meant to meet Gabrielle tonight," comments Hazel. "I guess we should be honoured you stood up the famous Miss Skye to spend the evening with commoners like us."

You're about to protest, but you spot the mischievous grin on Hazel's face. "Well, I do hate to mix with commoners, but it has to be done sometimes," you joke. "I was invited to an evening in the hot tub, and duty compels me to comply.{if Charm>35} I even had to call Lady Gabrielle this afternoon to inform her of my terrible plight, sentenced to a jacuzzi evening.{endif} Speaking of which, shall we?"
{else}"I seem to recall that the whole point of this evening was to spend some time in the hot tub," you suggest. "Shall we?"{endif}

The four of you hop into the hot tub.

"Oh, that's good," groans Hazel, and Naomi hums in agreement as her dark body sinks into the water. You switch on the bubbles, and Emma stretches her neck and arches her athletic back, sighing happily. For a while, you all just sit there and soak in the warm, massaging embrace of the jacuzzi. It helps to have three absolute knockouts sharing it with you.

After a while, an idea strikes. "I'll go get us some drinks," you offer, climbing out. "What do you girls want?"

"Vodka lemonade?" asks Hazel.

Naomi's eyes flicker open. "Beer for me."

"I'll just have water, if that's okay," says Emma.

"Aw, come on honey," says Hazel, her California accent twanging. "Have a little fun now and again."

"It's not that, I just... don't drink," admits Emma.

"You don't drink?!" exclaims Hazel, horror writ across her face. Even Naomi sits up a little.

"I'll get you a water, Emma," you grin understandingly, then head back into the kitchen, as you hear the Irish girl defending herself to the other two.

What happens when you get back?

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