Pete gets a dare...

The blender had long since stopped, but the tiki glasses in their hands were still half-full, condensation beading along the sides.

Rick leaned back against the edge of the hot tub, his head swiveling almost comically as he took in the scene around him—Leslie, stretched out like a cat in Pete’s lap, her golden skin glowing under the soft tiki lights. Pete, absently running his hands up and down her bare thigh, clearly enjoying the show Kate had been putting on all night. And Kate, draped along the opposite side, her wet tank top still clinging scandalously, eyes flickering with mischief as she toyed with the straw in her drink.

Then there was Jan.

She had started the night as the most reserved of the group, but as the drinks flowed and the energy crackled, she had loosened up, laughing more. Her attitude wasn't the only thing that loosened up. Her swim suit shoulder straps lazily hung off of her shoulders. Jan also started leaning in closer letting the roundness of her tits display from her swim suit. And, Rick noticed, sneaking more than a few glances at Pete.

Leslie had noticed too, rather she noticed the boys attention. Maybe she thought she deserved more attention.

Kate tilted her head, eyes dancing as she traced the rim of her glass with a finger. “So, what’s next? The dares have been a little tame, don’t you think?”

Leslie scoffed. “Tame? Speak for yourself.” She leaned back against Pete’s chest, letting her arms drape lazily around his shoulders, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered something only he could hear. Whatever it was, it made Pete’s grip on her tighten slightly, his expression unreadable.

Rick laughed and adjusted his man meat overtly under the bubbles. What a view he thought.

Kate laughed, stretching her arms over her head causing her tits to rise above the bubbly water line. For a moment, Kate's round breasts and perky nipples were completely seen through her already soaked tank top which rode up just enough to reveal the toned dip of her stomach. “Oh, Rick. You love it.”

He didn’t deny it and neither could his engorged cock.

Jan, ever the peacemaker—or instigator, depending on the moment—leaned forward, her fingers trailing idly in the water. “Alright, if we’re stepping things up… Pete, truth or dare?”

Pete raised a brow, his fingers still tracing idle patterns on Leslie’s thigh. “Dare.”

Jan smirked, her eyes flicking toward Leslie, then Kate, before settling back on Pete. “I dare you to let switch spots with Leslie. I sit on your lap instead of Leslie.”

The laughter faltered just slightly, the energy shifting in an instant. Pete glanced at Leslie, who met his gaze with a challenging lift of her brow. Kate’s smirk deepened, clearly amused. Rick’s head whipped between them all, as if watching a game unfold that he wasn’t entirely sure how to play.

Pete didn’t hesitate. With a low chuckle, he gently nudged Leslie off his lap and waded over to Jan’s side of the hot tub. Jan stood up in front of Pete and put her back to the rest of the group. Jan leaned in, just enough for her tits to hang forward, areola peeking, almost causing a wardrobe malfunction. She then turned around and nestled her athletic ass down on Pete's lap. It would have been impossible for Jan to NOT notice the throbbing boner in his tight green swim shorts.

Leslie let out an exaggerated sigh, tossing her damp hair over one shoulder. “Well, well. Looks like I’ve been traded in.”

Kate grinned, tilting her head at Leslie and patted her lap. “I mean… I could keep you company.”

Rick nearly choked on his drink.

Jan, keeping her expression cool, ran a casual hand through her hair, her eyes flicking toward Pete. “I just figured you needed a change of scenery.”

Pete smirked. “Can’t say I’m complaining.”

Leslie narrowed her eyes, but there was amusement behind the challenge. She wasn’t about to let Jan steal the moment so easily. Leslie stood up in front of Kate and put her hand out. Leslie's skimpy bikini was a show stopper once wet. Kate grasped her hand and let herself be lifted to a standing position. Kate's cut off shorts looked like they were being eaten by her ass as they breached the waterline. Her thin white tank top was basically a sheet second skin clinging to her tits. Leslie then led Kate to sit beside Rick and she sat down to flank his other side sandwiching him.

“Hope you don’t mind,” she purred into Rick's ear.

Jan let out a small laugh. “You two are competitive, aren’t you?”

Kate, sat lounging across from Jan next to Rick, let out an exaggerated sigh. “This is so much fun.”

Rick nodded, still doing his best to keep up. “Yeah. I'm just letting it all unfold."