Spinning Toward Lust

Once everyone in the hot tub began sipping from their glasses of wine, some reluctantly like Ramsey and Newt, Whitney took stock of their situation. Thinking back to a fun time the previous day in the water, she motioned toward Skye.

"Hey," the blonde started. "It sounds like our two pictures garnered a lot of attention. Or at least that's what my friend, Caterina, called earlier to tell me. You seem to have a lot of followers from my high school," Whitney explained. "Even without tagging me, people I know found out pretty fast."

"Uh, I hope you don't mind, but I had a signal earlier this afternoon and posted a third picture. For this one, I did tag you," Skye revealed nervously.

"A third picture and you tagged me?" Whitney repeated, making sure that she'd heard correctly.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it without asking. I guess I got caught up by the positive reactions," Skye apologized, her face showing concern.

"No, it's fine. I don't mind those horny boys at my high school ogling me. That's part of the fun of being a cheerleader," Whitney reassured her with a laugh. "In fact, I think maybe I'll post one of those other shots on my page later this week. That ought to get some tongues wagging." The blonde flashed a smirk as she pictured the reactions. "Which one did you post?"

"Let me grab my phone and show you." the sexy brunette replied. When Skye stood up to lean over to reach her phone, her dripping wet body drew nearly every eye in the hot tub.

One person who didn't eye up the social media model still had a big grin plastered over his face. Visions of Whitney and Skye's late-night romp filled Newt's brain. Only after he felt a pair of eyes staring in his direction did Newt realize that his lack of checking out Skye might appear suspicious. That's precisely what JoJo thought as she studied her good friend. The one that quickly moved his plastic cup up to cover his mouth and the smile that wouldn't go away.

Upon seeing the newest posted picture, Whitney clapped in delight. That relieved Skye but also further piqued the interest of another person in the hot tub.

"What pictures are you talking about?" Lana inquired from the other end of the tub.

"Oh, sorry. Yesterday when we went to the hot springs, Skye wanted to take some pictures there for her social media pages. I'm not sure if you're aware of it, but we have a local celebrity in our midst." Whitney gave a ta-da motion to the aspiring model, who blushed at the attention. "I took the first round of pictures of her, but when she asked if I wanted to join, of course, I jumped at the chance. We took a ton of sexy shots until that ranger showed up and accused us of being unsavory."

"A ranger said that? I bet you earned it too," Lana remarked. Next to her, Finn squirmed uncomfortably at the talk about his father's latest girlfriend.

"Wait, who was taking the pictures once you joined in? Owen?" Peyton questioned once she noticed a fact missing from the story.

"Nope, your brother played the role of our photographer, and he did quite well," Whitney revealed. "Although Owen enjoyed seeing them later on."

JoJo made a sound somewhere between a squeak and a snort, turning the attention of several people toward her.

"What was that, JoJo?" Whitney asked.

"What? I didn't say anything," protested the shy brunette. Her denial came a little too sharply not to raise Whitney's suspicions.

"No, you had a reaction. Tell me."

"No, I didn't say anything."

"JoJo, even after I found you a nice new bikini to wear, you would still lie to me. Tell me what you're hiding," Whitney demanded to the girl sitting right next to her.

"Fine! I just thought that Owen definitely enjoyed the pictures. I saw so for myself," JoJo said in exasperation, throwing her hands up in the air, before quickly moving them back down to cover her bust again.

Whitney stared at the soccer star for several seconds until she realized what those words meant. Then a mischievous little smile formed. "JoJo Gibble! Were you spying on my boyfriend having sex with me?"

"What?!" Lana shrieked.

"JoJo!" Peyton exclaimed, gasping in shock.

"No! It wasn't on purpose, I swear. They were doing...you know...right in front of the window," JoJo fervently denied. "I ran away right away!"

"Hmm, then how did you know Owen was looking at those pictures?"

"Well...I...it was obvious!" JoJo sputtered out before adding softly. "Stop picking on me."

"I'm not picking on you. Just having a little fun," Whitney replied, patting the brunette's arm. She then turned back to face the rest of the inhabitants of the hot tub. "Alright, I might as well get this over with. Yes, I had sex with my boyfriend last evening, and yes, JoJo saw us. Maybe we shouldn't have screwed in front of the garage window, but oh well, that's life."

"The garage! Can't you control yourself, Whitney?" Ramsey admonished her close friend in disgust.

"Oh, lighten up, Ram," Whitney groaned.

"In front of the window, huh?" Lana repeated. "It looks like I taught you well."

"Yeah, you're just as wonderful a teacher as your mom," Peyton remarked sarcastically.

"Wouldn't it be dirty and cold in the garage workshop?" Jared inquired, speaking for the first time in a while.

"No, the workshop is brand new and hasn't been used. Also, the garage is heated, so it was quite toasty in there," Whitney said matter-of-factly as if they were talking about the weather.

"Can we please talk about something other than sex," moaned Ramsey.

"Where's the fun in that?" Lana asked in all seriousness. She motioned at Skye and her phone, "Gimme a look."

"Tell us about Zurbrugg College," Ramsey requested, turning towards Finn. "Some of us are either planning on going there next year or are considering it."

"It's a great school. We..." Finn started to explain, but Whitney blocked out the talk of college.

We'll have plenty of time for college talk as it gets closer. This is supposed to be a time to have fun, not worry about the future. Rammy should be interested in boys, not what her class load should be. Sliding her body further down into the warm water, Whitney laid her head back on the deck and closed her eyes. That's it! I'm hooking Rammy up with Newt, no matter what it takes. Maybe his geeky charm can break through that barrier of hers.

People should find romance and happiness on this stay. That's what Diamond Cabin should represent...well, that and some great fucking sex. Opening her eyes, Whitney scanned her friends and classmates. JoJo needs to find romance too. Poor girl wants it, that much is obvious, but she's too shy about her body to go and get it. Hmm, now who here would be suitable for her? Jared? Nah, he's too much a player when it comes to women, and besides, he's going back home in a few days. Newt? Nope, he's all Rammy's. Sean? That whole best friend thing screws that up. Finn? An older, experienced guy that's always kind and respectful. Bingo! I think we have a winner for Miss Gibble.

Suddenly, something caught the attention of Whitney. A giant grin plastered itself onto her face before she **** it to go away. Oh, Dad, you sneaky man!

"Lana, pour us all another round," Whitney ordered.

Sitting back, Whitney watched as her friends chatted about school and other tedious aspects of life while they slowly put away more wine into their bodies. At least Lana showed the proper train of thought. The flamboyant ginger gushed over the pictures that Whitney took with Skye. The scheming blonde waited until the right moment and the right person. It should be someone new.

"It's not a bad job, and everyone there is nice. I wished I could have gone to college, but my mom and I never had much money," Skye told JoJo, who sat next to her.

"It's never too late to go," the brunette responded.

"Wow, I just can't get over how big you've gotten," Peyton said to Jared, one of her hands squeezing the bicep of the arm closest to her.

Lana watched her friend's hand caressing the muscular football player with a smirk. Across the tub, Ramsey stared at the exchange with a grimace, only to stop when she poured more wine into her cup.

Newt warily eyed Whitney out of the corner of his eye. Reason one: she looked hot as hell in that skimpy, navy blue bikini. Reason two: she seemed lost in thought, and that concerned him. The cheerleader captain had vowed to make him have fun on this trip, and her demand that he sit in this hot tub, at this moment, likely meant she had a plan for him. Suddenly, Newt noticed a puzzled look come across the teenager's face.

Whitney's head then cocked to the side before she leaned forward as if trying to see something. Slowly she moved away from the sidewall of the tub and further out into the water. Others in the tub noticed her action and watched their hostess as they continued their conversations. Finally, once Whitney reached the center of the tub, Peyton noticed the teenager squinting at her and asked, "What?"

"I'm not sure. Come a little bit closer," Whitney said while motioning. Peyton slid away from the wall, and Whitney cocked her head to the side again, as if scrutinizing. "Closer."

"Is there something on my face or in my hair?" the young, blond-haired woman asked, her hand reaching up to feel around in her hair.

"I think I almost see...a little closer." With Peyton only a little more than a foot away and growing more concerned in her slightly drunken state, Whitney finally nodded her head. "Yes, I see it now."

"Where? What is it?"

"It's right...there," Whitney proclaimed, pointing not at Peyton's head but upward. The lower level of the cabin all had higher ceilings than was standard; even with the tub raised off the floor, it took Peyton several moments to realize what Whitney wanted her to see. There nestled on a blade near the center of the turned-off ceiling fan hung a red bow and a sprig of greenery.

"Oh, no." Peyton's head slowly lowered back down until she could look at Whitney's grinning face. "You aren't serious?"

"You put mistletoe up there, Whitney?" Lana asked, giggling.

"Wasn't me. I just noticed it a little earlier," Whitney replied, looking over Peyton's shoulder at the redhead before turning back to look at her fellow blonde. "And I'm very serious."

Peyton tried to protest further, but Whitney was already kissing her. The older blonde tried to back away, but the younger blonde brought her hands up to her head, holding it in place. As the teenager's tongue asked for permission to enter for the third time, Peyton relented and opened her mouth. Whitney's tongue snaked in to explore, relishing in kissing another young, hot woman in her early twenties. Also, she loved the attention she knew they were getting from a roomful of people. I think I need to kiss more girls. Teasing men like this is fun.

"Holy shit, Pey! I thought I would always end up the first girl you kissed," Lana exclaimed in shock and disappointment. The others watching in the tub could now see that Peyton had started kissing Whitney back passionately.

Hearing the voice of her best friend snapped Peyton out of the daze that the wine and Whitney's kiss caused. Shaken, the usually composed girl tried to play off her unsettled mood with a joke. "I guess you never tried hard enough, Lana. Your little padawan has surpassed the master."

With a wink for Lana before she stood up, Whitney climbed out of the tub. Checking to make sure she chose the right setting, she turned the knob on the wall. The fan started up on its slowest setting. Bouncing back over to the warm water, she announced, "Now everyone in the middle of the tub is under the mistletoe!"

Groans and scared looks, especially from the half of the tub with the shyer teens, answered her declaration. Numerous pairs of eyes looked up to watch as the fan slowly turned, bringing the foul sprig closer to them and then further away.

"Now, who should be next?" Whitney pondered, tapping her chin, after sliding back into the water.

"Hey! Who said you get to choose?" Lana demanded to know. The older ginger wasn't happy that her sister's friend had upstaged her by kissing Peyton first.

"Well, it is my cabin."

"Nuh-uh, it's your father's cabin, not yours," Lana pointed out. Newt let out a sigh thinking maybe the mistletoe would be dropped.

"I think someone should be in charge, so if not me, then who?"

"Me...or maybe both of us. We aren't under the mistletoe in our seats," Lana pointed out.

"Hey, I'm not under it either!" Peyton stated. "Only Jared, Skye, Polly, and Ramsey are."

"Maybe not the actual mistletoe, but you are under the edge of the fan blade, and I say that counts," Lana explained.

"Not really," Peyton said, now actually pointing with her finger to prove her point.

"I agree with Lana," Whitney said from her end of the tub.

"I say we take turns deciding who has to kiss," Lana declared.

"Like a game?"

"Definitely like a game," Lana replied with a sinister smile.

"I think I'm going back inside," JoJo said, starting to stand up.

"Me too," Ramsey announced. Polly nodded vigorously in agreement.

Whitney's arm whipped out to prevent JoJo from rising any further. "Oh, no! You three sit right back down. We're here to have fun, and we're going to have fun. Don't even think about it, Newt!"

Newt stopped his escape attempt with Whitney's attention turned to JoJo. How did she even know? It's like she has a sixth sense when it comes to people not wanting to do what she wants.

"You can't make us, Whitney," Ramsey insisted as she stood in the water.

"Stop being a scared little girl for once. Just sit back down and drink your damn wine."

"I'm not a scared little girl!" Ramsey shrieked, but she did sit back down.

Maybe I should have waited until everyone was a little drunker, reflected Whitney. "I guess since I went first, that makes it Lana's turn."

"Goody!" Lana said, clapping her hands together and rubbing them back and forth excitedly. "You've held out for far too long, then went off and cheated on me. So you know what to do, Pey."

Even though she knew it would be coming, Peyton still threw her head back with a loud sigh. "Oh, please. You never needed me. You had all your cheerleader friends to kiss."

"Maybe so, but you know what they say about the forbidden fruit. Now pucker up!"

Everyone in the room, including Peyton, expected Lana to perform a passionate, maybe even sloppy kiss, as a way to tease her best friend. Instead, they all quietly watched as the busty redhead started with a slow, sensual kiss. Cupping her bestie's cheek with one hand, she slowly ramped up her effort until Peyton began kissing her back. By the time their tongues were swirling around together, no cock wasn't at full mast. Whitney and Peyton's sudden kiss started the hardening but watching the two life-long best friends proved to be sizzling. In particular, Finn felt turned-on yet uncomfortable watching his two closest friends make out.

Breaking off the kiss, Lana waited for her best friend to open her eyes. "See, Peyton, that's what you've been missing out on for all these years. I can't wait to do that again, maybe even kiss you other places."

"In your dreams," Peyton remarked, after recovering from the surprising kiss.

"Oh, Pey, you'll be in heaven when my tongue kisses your kitty-kat," Lana promised with a leering grin.

"Eww!" Polly squeaked.

"Can't you people stop being gross for once!" screeched Ramsey.

"Drink your wine, Rammy," Lana ordered her sister's close friend.

"Yeah, maybe you'll relax if we get you drunk enough," Whitney said with a shake of her head. "Just for that, you're my next choice."

"What!"

"Hold up, Whitney. Leave her to me to punish on my next turn. Please?" Lana asked with extra sweetness in her voice.

"I guess I can. Rammy acts like she never kissed someone before," Whitney commented before she had a new thought. "Wait, everyone here has kissed someone before, right?"

Whitney looked at the most obvious male candidate, Newt. With everyone's attention on him, he managed to stutter out, "I-I kissed P-Paige, well she kissed me."

Seeing Whitney turn towards her next, JoJo indignantly replied, "Yes, I have."

"Really?" Newt asked, surprised.

"Newt, leave it be," Peyton warned him. She knew the story and didn't want JoJo to have to repeat it.

"No, it's fine, Peyton," JoJo responded before quietly telling the story of her first kiss. "It was right before junior year. Chad Gilroy had been talking to me a lot during joint practices we had in the summer. He joked that since our names were so close, we should hang out more. He seemed nice and was a senior, so we stopped at Grubby's after practice one day. We kissed afterward in his car. It was nice until he started groping me. Chad kept on talking about my boobs and how he couldn't stop thinking about them. When I pushed him off and demanded he stop, he got pissed, called me a tease, and kicked me out of the car."

"Oh, my gawd! That's horrible," Ramsey gasped in horror.

"Geez, JoJo, the way you were going, I thought you were going to say he tried to **** you," Whitney replied with relief as she watched Skye put an arm around the brunette.

"Luckily, I was still home before the new semester started," Peyton added. "She called me, and I went and picked her up."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Newt asked out of concern.

"Where is this Chad right now?" Jared demanded, his fists clenched.

"It's okay, Jared," JoJo said with a smile to him. "Chad started bragging that night that I was easy, and he got me topless. The next day at practice, he kept on making comments. A few juniors on the boys' team heard about it and didn't like his talk. They knew me enough to know better. John Elworthy, he's the team captain now, confronted him in the locker room. Chad shoved him to the ground, but Billy Clawfoot punched him right in the mouth. Everyone kept it quiet to protect me, and Chad told people his split lip came from hitting the goal post."

"Good for John and Billy. I'll remember to be nicer to them when we get back to school," Whitney informed JoJo as she added her arm to Skye's and hugged the teary-eyed girl. "Now, I think you deserve a kiss from someone who cares about you. How about a strong, handsome young man that looks ready to tear someone apart for you?"

JoJo looked up into Whitney's face and nodded.

"Okay, Jared come here, and you better give her one hell of a kiss," Whitney ordered. She wanted it to be Finn but knew JoJo's nerves needed to be calmed down. So an old friend would be a better option. "I don't know what you did earlier to end up giving her flowers as an apology, but this is part of the makeup effort."

The stocky teen moved through the water until he stopped in front of the girl that he'd upset earlier this morning. "Are you sure about this, Jo?" Seeing her single nod, he leaned in, with his hand under her chin, and kissed his childhood friend.

Compared to the last two kisses in the hot tub, Jared and JoJo experienced a much shorter, tamer kiss. Jared only slipped his tongue between her lips for a few brief moments so that the JoJo could have the full kissing experience. Pulling back away, he gazed into her eyes. "How was that?"

Blown away by the kiss, JoJo could only muster a nod a first. That so did not feel like kissing a sibling, as it did with Sean. Still breathing heavily, she managed to speak finally. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. And if you want to call that your true first kiss, I would be happy to go along with that story," Jared said with a wink. Reluctantly, he moved back to his original position.

JoJo touched her finger to her lips but remembered Gabriela's suggestion that she make Jared work for his forgiveness. "But I'm still mad at you!" she yelled to his back, but without much conviction in her voice.

"That's okay. I'll keep on kissing you until you aren't."

Whitney leaned back over and whispered, "Good job. Make the boys work for your affection."

"Now, let me think who Rammy's punishment should be," Lana contemplated, looking from one person to the next. "Should it be a girl?" Ramsey stiffened in fear at the thought. "Or maybe a boy? Such delightful choices. Skye hasn't been chosen yet...but I guess we should go a little easy on you. I don't need my sister further pissed at me. So, which boy sitting by you shall it by?"

Whitney hoped it would be Newt to further her matchmaking plans and slightly gestured to the teen with a head nod. Unfortunately for Whitney, Lana decided to do the opposite of what she wanted.

"It's Finn time!"

"Lana, maybe you should leave Ramsey alone if she's scared to do this," Finn suggested when he saw the terrified look on the young strawberry blonde's face.

"I'm not scared!" Ramsey shrieked. She shocked everyone by reaching out, grabbing the older guy, and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Great use of reverse psychology, Finny," Lana gleefully told him.

It could've been the wine she had drank, or perhaps it was always being told to lighten up, or maybe it was being called a scared little girl, but whatever was behind her motivation, Ramsey went in on their kiss with full gusto. The hands that initially grabbed the back of Finn's head now slid back and forth through his hair. The others watching could tell by his reaction that Ramsey pushed her tongue into his mouth first.

JoJo and Newt looked at each other with uneasiness at the aggressiveness shown by Sean's crush. They shared the same thought. Sean's not going to take this well. Whitney sat watching with a wide-open mouth, in shock at her usually prim and proper friend's actions. Not far behind her in shock, Peyton felt like she should step in and save Finn from the mauling being performed on him. Yet, when she did start to inch forward, Lana's arm blocked her. The busty ginger had never seen this side of Lacey's close friend and found it hilarious.

With no horse in this race, Skye watched it more for the entertaining spectacle it happened to be. Finally, Jared, knowing of Sean's crush, stepped in. "Okay, I think that's enough, Ramsey. Rammy! RAMMY!"

Jared's shouting finally broke up the kiss, with Finn falling backward, gasping for air. Ramsey turned and gave Jared her best attempt at a sexy look and failed miserably. The football player realized he made the wrong play in breaking up the kiss. Dammit, she thinks I broke them up out of jealousy, not for Sean.

"Holy shit, Ram! Where you been hiding that side?" exclaimed Whitney.

Suddenly aware of what she had done, Ramsey looked back down into the water in embarrassment.

"Your turn, Whitney," Lana reminded.

Shit! I can't have Newt kiss Rammy next. Poor kid's looking at her like she's some succubus or demon. I bet he would love to kiss Skye after last night, but I don't know what she's willing to do with another guy in front of her boyfriend's son. Fuck! Guess I know who that leaves...or maybe not.

"Did you think you could hide that way?" Whitney challenged the person attempting to hide with only her head out of the water.

"Polly! Oh, we're sorry about forgetting you, sweetie," Lana apologized, unwittingly causing the shy brunette to blush.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Whitney inquired, figuring there was a good chance of a no.

And it got confirmed from a frightened shake of her head.

"Now, let's leave her alone," Finny said in support of his cousin.

"You've never kissed a boy before? A girl? Anyone?" Lana rattled off, growing increasingly concerned. "That's terr--" Peyton's kick under the water stopped her BFF's initial thought. "That's my fault, sweetie."

"Y-Your fault?" Polly finally spoke out of surprise.

"It is. I should've realized that you needed help." Lana smiled warmly. "But now that I do, Aunty Lana is going to fix her oversight."

"Aunty Lana?" Finn questioned.

"Well, we've practically been an item for years," the redhead responded to her ex-boyfriend.

"No, we haven't. And that wouldn't make you her aunt. Polly's my cousin."

"Pssh, details, schmetails," Lana brushed off. "Now, who should get the honor?"

"I know," Whitney announced. "I think Polly and Newt would--"

"No! I'm not going anywhere near that pervert," Polly exclaimed, sitting up.

"Pervert?" Lana and Whitney repeated.

"Polly! That's not a nice thing to say," Peyton admonished.

"It's is after what he did yesterday," Polly replied loudly. "Ask him."

"Newt, I said you needed to have fun on the trip but not as a pervert," Whitney pointed out. Recalling how her classmate spied on her and Skye the night before, she wondered what the hell the nerd did. A thought that also flashed through the two older people's minds in the room who knew Newt well.

"What did you do to my cousin?" Finn asked harshly.

"Hold on, Finn. Let's not accuse Newt. Maybe Polly misunderstood," Peyton momentarily defended her brother's friend. "What did you do?"

"Hey, back off, everyone! Newt wouldn't do anything," JoJo fiercely defended her friend.

"I-I didn't do anything!"

"Yeah, right," Polly shot back at Newt. "It didn't feel like nothing."

"Okay, okay, let's calm down," Whitney ordered, coming to her senses. "Newt wouldn't hurt a fly, and we all know it. The kid's afraid of his own shadow. No offense," she added at the end.

Nodding, Newt opened his mouth several times before he could start his explanation. "It's like this, uh, yesterday at the hot springs, Polly wanted to go for a walk. We went and sat on a log in the trees that overlooked the river."

"Oh, that's a romantic spot! Did you...oh, sorry," Whitney interrupted and apologized.

"Even with those thick robes on, we got cold. Walking back through the woods, we heard what sounded like animals--"

"Animals, my butt," Polly grumbled.

"Ooh, I think I know where this is going! Can I say? Can I?" Lana questioned excitedly, glancing at her two best friends.

"No," Finn and Peyton replied.

"Go on," Whitney encouraged.

"Um, well, this is kind of embarrassing, you see we saw, uh--"

"We saw Mr. and Mrs. Lockett having sex!" Polly supplied impatiently.

"I bet that was an eye-opener knowing Aunt Gabby. Did you--oww! What the hell, Peyton?" Lana complained, rubbing her leg.

"Oh, hell," Jared groaned, hiding his head in his hands.

"Uh, so, yeah, it was kind of exciting--not that we could really see anything, Jared!" Newt protested.

"So did Newt start rubbing one out?" Whitney cracked a grin.

"No!"

"Yes!"

Polly glared while Newt stared at her in shock.

"I didn't do that. You backed into me and..." the male half of the disagreement trailed off in embarrassment.

"He...he...oh, gawd!" the female half freaked out.

"He came? Shot his load? Busted a nut? Added a little cream to the pie. Blasted--"

"Enough, Lana!" Finn yelled.

"So, that's it?" Whitney questioned, getting nods from Newt and Polly. "What the hell is with these stories? You and you," the blonde pointed at JoJo and Polly, "both set up stories that seemed to be a headed to a dark place before turning into nothing."

"Nothing?! I felt it on my butt!" Polly squealed.

"Shit, were you going commando under the robe?" Lana asked Newt. He shook his multiple times.

"It was sticking into me," Polly sobbed, burrowing herself into Finn's side.

"Eh, that's not that bad," Lana shrugged, causing Finn to glare at her. "Well, it's not, and you know it."

Finn looked over at Peyton for help. She sort of shrugged, too, as did Jared.

"Okay, maybe it's not that bad," Finn agreed, shocking his cousin. "Look, guys get reactions when we see stuff like that. And Aunt Gabby has a reputation. No offense, Jared."

"Yeah, I know."

"See, Polly? That's normal...well, not having a hair-trigger, but Newt's a virgin," Whitney explained.

"Whitney!" Peyton exclaimed.

"Well, it's true...it's true, right?" the blonde hostess asked softly to her side.

Looking away, Newt gave a swift nod.

"There you have it! Now, why don't you two kiss and make up," Whitney suggested.

The suggestion didn't go over well. Nearly everyone else in the hot tub agreed that Newt and Polly shouldn't kiss. Sighing in defeat, Whitney went back over her options. Hell, Newt's confidence is likely shot. Someone is going to have to raise it back up, and there's only one viable option left.

"Come here, Newt."

Already leaning away as he stared out the window, the geeky boy's head swung around so fast that he nearly tumbled into the warm water. With his eyes popping out as close as a person could get to a cartoon scene, Newt tried to speak as it hit him what the cheerleader captain wanted, but no words came out.

"I promised you an adventure this week. I'm going to personally make sure that you get a kiss from a pretty girl," Whitney quietly informed him. She reached out to gently take his shaking hands, pulling him a little closer to her. Still holding one hand, she brought the other up to the back of his head to steady it. "It's okay."

Softly, she kissed his quivering lips, but then his jaw clenched in terror as his lips tightened together. Breaking her kiss, Whitney moved her lips up to his ear, opposite of everyone else. "Calm down and forget everyone else. It's just you and me here. Imagine what you wanted to do last night after watching Skye and me. Got it?"

A quick nod answered her. Whitney slid back down and renewed her kiss, this time with slightly better results. Newt's lips now parted enough that she could kiss him, even gently nibble on them. When she tried to take the kiss further, Newt started to panic again, forcing Whitney to pulled him back into her lips. If her plan to get Newt and Ramsey together had an ounce of a chance, Whitney needed him to be relaxed when kissing a girl.

Sorry, Owen, but this is for young love. Whitney took Newt's hand that she held and brought it up to her chest. She twisted her hand so that it held the back of his hand, pushing it against her breast. The act worked as she intended, with Newt opening his mouth in surprise, thus allowing her tongue to enter. At least he's gentle. That's a big plus. Whitney thought as Newt respectfully cupped and squeezed her ample breast.

It's for damn sure that when he kissed Paige Noble, they didn't French kiss. This boy has no idea what to do with a tongue. Whitney tried her best to lead Newt in the right way to kiss, but it was difficult without being able to give him suggestions. When he finally showed some improvement, the buxom blonde broke off their kiss. She noticed the silence in the room and gently patted the boy's face.

"Not bad, Newt, not bad at all," Whitney lied to prop up his self-respect and him in the eyes of Ramsey. Leaning forward again, she whispered into his ear, "You can let go of my tit now. And do not say sorry out loud."

Newt followed her orders and moved back from Whitney. As expected, Whitney saw a stunned look on his face before it transformed into a dopey grin. He didn't need to say the words, so Whitney mouthed slightly, "You're welcome."

"Way to go, buddy!" Jared cheered.

"Great job, Newt," Peyton said, proud of the shy little boy she watched grow up.

"Not bad, Newtie," Lana stated, also being kind as she recognized that Whitney was trying to help the awkward teen. "That means it's Polly's turn."

"Polly is not having her first kiss in a hot tub as part of a mistletoe game," Finn declared. "So back off."

"Ah, c'mon, Polly. Don't you want to get it over with?" Lana questioned. "It's not right to keep putting off your first kiss. It's only going to bring more pressure."

"She's right," Whitney chimed in." Your first kiss is special. Yet, it's not as memorable as losing your virginity. Kissing shouldn't be scary. It's better to get used to it by gaining experience. So when the time comes to kiss a boy you really like, you can enjoy his lips without the added pressure of performing correctly."

Respecting Peyton, Polly turned her attention to her cousin's friend.

"As much as I hate agreeing with them, they do have a point. I wouldn't want you to experience a first time similar to JoJo," the blonde remarked.

Appearing frightened and overwhelmed, the shy brunette nodded at the advice.

"Now, hold on. There's nothing wrong with Polly's first time coming with a guy who cares about her. As much as I like Jared and Newt, she doesn't know them well enough," Finn insisted.

"How about we get Sean down here?" Jared suggested.

"Her first kiss doesn't have to be with a boy," Lana pointed it.

"Don't get any ideas. Polly's not going to--"

Finn's words stayed in his throat as a tongue pushed them back down. Everyone in the hot tub watched in shock, horror, or amusement as a panicked Polly chose her fist kiss. Perhaps it was humiliation over the suggestion that they find a guy from upstairs. Or maybe it was fear that Lana was serious about a girl kissing her. Either way, Polly mimicked Ramsey's early attack on her cousin by pouncing on him. A ferocious, sloppy kiss that only ended after Polly's weight on Finn's upper body caused him to fall backward into the water.

Silence filled the lower sunroom as Finn came up from the water, sputtering. Resuming her seat as if nothing had happened, Polly folded her arms. Looking like her mother for once, the teen seemed almost to dare anyone to say something to her. Only one person proved confident enough to speak, but she had a different question than anyone else.

"So, how's the whole kissing your cousin thing? Does it taste yucky or forbiddenly hot?" Lana inquired, poking Finn's side.

"Lana!" Peyton scolded.

"What? I'm not making fun of them. I'm curious," Lana responded. "Shit, my cousin Cormac is hot. I just wanted to know if it's worth the trouble."