Take Dominic’s risky shot

“Tell me about the risky shot,” you say. “I’m in a gambling mood today.”

“Sure thing,” Dominic says. “It’s simple if you want a chance to get up close and personal with the Zeta girls. Offer to do their suntan lotion.”

“No shot that’ll work,” you say. “They’ve probably already got bunches of it on.”

“Every once in a while you stumble upon a fact that changes your life,” he says. “Here’s one of them: you should apply your sunscreen every two hours, but if the sun’s bright and you really want to be safe… you should be doing it every hour.”

“That is a useful fact,” you say. “Thanks for the tip.”

“Go get ‘em,” Dominic laughs, clapping your shoulder. “Do our hall proud.”

You walk up to the Zeta girls with more swagger than you feel inside. Gina and Leona are both still lounging on their pool chairs, scrolling on their phones. You ogle Leona as you approach, appreciating the way her curves stand out to you. Man, if that rack isn’t the most magnificent thing you’ve seen in a year. What you’d give to be able to feel up those tits!

The blondes shift their posture ever so slightly as you approach, their version of acknowledging your presence.

“The two of you look like you’re burning up a bit,” you say. “You need someone to help you out with the suntan lotion?”

“Do better, Alex,” Gina says, not bothering to look up from her phone.

“You know, the latest science says that the sun starts breaking down your sunscreen after just fifteen minutes. By the time an hour’s gone, you need to start reapplying,” you say.

Leona laughs, a throaty thing that sounds nothing but seductive to you. She pokes Gina by the arm and says: “Hear that, Queen Zeta? You’re burning up, better get your little brother to help you out.”

“You know why that bottle says SPF 30?” you say, pointing at the tube with the fancy white label they’ve got. “It’s good for 30 minutes, tops.”

“That’s a lie,” Gina says, tapping out another message on her phone.

“Well, I’m not going to turn down the pleasant young man offering to help us,” Leona says, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She lays down on the pool chair, her back splayed out invitingly for you, and she gestures for you to come closer. Your heart hammers in your chest. You can hardly believe that this worked!

“She’ll play with anyone, so long as they haven’t consorted with a Theta,” Gina snorts. “Don’t go reading into this.”

You shrug your shoulders, getting a thick dollop of the sunscreen on your hands, and you get to work, applying the lotion across Leona’s shoulders. You work deep on her shoulders, giving her a massage as you rub the lotion in, and you hear a soft sigh of contentment purr from the sorority sister’s lips.

“You sure you want to pass up on this?” Leona calls over to Gina. “This boy’s pretty good with his hands.”

Gina peeks over her phone for the first time to watch you working over Leona. Your hands drift down her shoulder blades, teasing over her bikini strap. You get another bunch of sunscreen, and you begin to apply it down her lower back. Your firm hands run smoothly over her skin, and with her round ass so close to you, you could imagine stripping her bikini bottom off and stuffing your cock into her. Those streaks of white suntan lotion that you’ve left down her back, that could be your cum after you pull out…

Your hands accidentally drift down to her ass, giving that booty a solid rub as your hands go lower and begin to coat her legs with sunscreen.

“He’s a bold one,” Leona smiles, as your hands nimbly dart between her thighs, making sure that not a spot goes unmissed. You think you see her inhale more sharply as your hands brush up her inner thighs, but it might also be your imagination. It’s certainly been overactive these last few minutes.

“Just doing my job,” you say, thanking your lucky stars that she hasn’t flipped out at the minor transgression.

“My front’s gotten the most sun, so it’s going to need more attention than my back,” Leona says as you work your way down to her feet, spreading the last bits of sunscreen that you’ve got over her toes and her soles.

You pause. The smile on her face makes you feel like you’ve walked into some trap. Should you do her front?

You watch as Leona turns over on the lounge chair, her gorgeous body exhibited from a new angle, and you squeeze another portion of suntan lotion into your hands. But this time, instead of working over Leona’s shoulders, you turn around and place your hands on Gina’s shoulders.

Your big sister freezes for a second as she feels your hands on her, and you see the tiniest of shivers run down her back, before she plays it off nonchalantly.

“That’s a good brother, you know who you really serve,” Gina smiles as you work over her shoulders, giving it a good massage.

“You sneaky boy,” Leona laughs, shaking her head. “Do you usually leave girls hanging like this?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get back to you,” you wink at her.

You’re busy making sure that Gina’s back gets all the attention that it could need. You move unhurriedly, your palm caressing her smooth skin as you work the lotion in. You try to get an even spread, meaning that your palms shift all over her back, all the way down, but this time, you pause at her bottom, not daring to go below the waist. Gina would **** you. You see her continue to text away, as if she’s absolutely unaffected by what you’re doing, but you know the truth. You saw that millisecond reaction from her.

With an arm, you lean her back into her chair, exposing her taut stomach and hot body to you. You shouldn’t be thinking such thoughts, but a man can’t always help himself. You spread more suntan lotion over your hands and get to work on her front, rubbing it over the top of her chest, then skipping over her tits to her stomach and down to her thighs and her legs. You give her a masseuse’s treatment, too, working over her with enough pressure to get her excited. You don’t know why you’re doing it—it’s not like you have a chance—wait, that’s not the concern, is it…

The thought evaporates out of your head when you hear Leona’s voice.

“You think we should hire him, keep him around to be our little pet?” she asks.

“He’s just playing nice for the moment,” Gina says dismissively.

Would that be so bad? you think to yourself, turning to Leona. You can’t wait to get your hands back on this babe.

“That’s it, that’s the spot,” Leona says, as you begin rubbing the lotion into her stomach.

She’s got such a great figure, like the toned body of a Grecian Goddess. Your hands jump back to her shoulders, rubbing in lotion there, and then your hands drift lower and lower. The upper chest is a safe spot for you, but there’s a blurry line where it becomes cleavage, and your fingers skim across that gray zone, your firm touch leaving a trail of gooey white over her. Then, you press your palms in, with the excuse that you’re evening out the sunscreen, but the next thing you know, that’s your palms rubbing against her massive tits, up against the bikini fabric, your fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing up against her nipples. Leona bites her lip and suppresses a sigh, and you cop one last feel with your hands before you move to her underboob, massaging her mid-torso with the sunscreen.

“Glad I could be of service,” you say at last, when you’ve completed the job.

“Now scram,” Gina says, still texting someone unknown.

“Aww, don’t be so mean to him,” Leona laughs, leaning forwards and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t cream your pants just yet,” Gina says drily, as you walk away, struggling to hide your nascent boner.

Dominic +5
Gina +12
Leona +15