No longer an virgin.

"So did I tag you in time?" Jonathan asked Cindy.

"I don't think you did," she replied.

"Okay," he nodded, hoping he would only had to drink one glass of ****, as he climbed out of the pool to the stares from the women.

He grabbed a wine glass and held it for Jen. "Do you have anything sweet for a beginner?"

"Moscato d'Asti is an Italian semi-sparkling wine," she nodded, grabbing a bottle. "Its **** level isn't that high so it's great for a new drinker!"

"Wait a minute! The loser shouldn't pick what he has to have!" Allison protested. "You're not going to get buzzed with two girly drinks!"

"So what do you suggest I should drink?" he asked.

"Tequila!" Kaylee shouted.

"Who else is drinking?" the bartender asked as she grabbed a bottle of Don Julio Blanco.

Allison, Cindy, Eva, Kaylee, and the triplets stepped up to the bar.

"So how do I drink this?" Jonathan asked as Jen poured the tequila into shot glasses.

"Take some salt and put it on your fist like this," Kaylee said as she demonstrated dabbing the salt shaker on her left hand, "then lick the salt off of your hand first, drink the shot swiftly, and finish by sucking on a wedge of lime!"

He nodded and followed her instructions, sucking on the salt before lifting his glass. "Cheers!" he exclaimed and swallowed the shot and quickly biting on a lime. He fought the urge to spit out the spirit and swallowed the sweet and earthy liquor.

"Cheers!" the girls responded and clinked each other's glasses before drinking their shots.

"That wasn't so bad," Jonathan remarked, trying to get used to the taste of **** in his mouth.

"You have the Asian flush too!" Zoe chirped, pointing at Jonathan's reddened face. "Mr. Navy SEAL isn't perfect!"

"He's perfect to me," Amber whispered to her sisters, who nodded in agreement.

"Aiya! Please ration yourselves, Jonathan!" Allison said, imitating Iris' slight Malaysian accented voice. "I do not want you to go back to the hotel throwing up!"

Everyone laughed.

"She's standing right behind you," Jonathan stated with a deadpan face.

"What?" the dyed-blonde engineer gasped, quickly whipping around.

Everyone laughed.

"When did you have a sense of humor?" Allison growled, eyeing daggers at him.

"I've always had one," he grinned and took another sip of wine. "Just please don't do that impersonation of my mom again..."

"I can't guarantee that," she winked with a shrug and sliding her glass down the bar towards Jen. "You still owe us one more shot!"

"You're not going to throw up, are you?" Cindy asked Jonathan with concern.

"I'm okay," he replied with a smile, handing his shot glass for the redhead to refill.

"¡Arriba, abajo, al centro, pa' dentro!" Kaylee hollered before licking the salt and gulping down the shot.

"Cheers!" everyone responded and quickly drank the smooth tequila shots.

With the sun having set, the evening air was getting cooler and Jonathan noticed that some of the girls hugged their bathrobes tightly. "Do you girls want to move somewhere warmer?"

They nodded and the group headed to the other side of the pool to the north-east corner of the rooftop where the fire pit surrounded by comfortable couches. They settled down around the cozy warmth of the flames with their glasses of wine and chitchatted about the day's events. Cindy and Lauren sat on either side of Jonathan to the dismay and resentment of some of the other girls.

"God, this feels like our last night of freedom before we go to prison," Kaylee joked.

"Has anyone been to prison?" Leah asked innocently.

Everyone shook their head.

"Does a speeding ticket count?" Jade wondered.

"More wine?" Jen asked after pushing a cart with wine bottles.

"Yes, please!" the girls cheered.

"No thank you. The tequila was enough for me," Jonathan replied, waving his hand to decline her offer.

"You're not even tipsy yet!" Allison goaded, grabbing a glass to have the bartender pour some wine for him.

"Allie!" Lauren protested when the dyed-blonde engineer straddled Jonathan's lap.

"He said no more," Cindy scowled, disapproving of Allison's impromptu seating arrangement.

"If this is suppose to be a team building exercise then Jon should get drunk like the rest of us!" Allison argued, handing the wine glass back to him.

"We're not suppose to get drunk," Hane added.

"What's the point of the open bar then?" Eve wondered.

Jonathan just sat there quietly as the two groups of women argued whether he should drink or not, all the while trying to not to get an erection with Allison on his lap and her barely covered cleavage about a foot from his face.

"Okay, I'll drink a glass as long as you girls promise not to get so **** that I have be your doctor!" Jonathan stated.

"But I want you to be my doctor!" Allison purred.

"Allison!" Cindy snapped.

"What? And you're our gynecologist," Allison replied innocently with a grin as she got off of Jonathan's lap.

Jonathan took a sip, still trying to get used to the taste of ****, and noticed the redhead bartender was eyeing him while serving more wine to his giddy crew mates. He did not linger too long on the matter with the other twelve women trying to get his attention.