Temperatures Rising, Falling

Whitney sat at her end of the tub, fidgeting with an occasional sigh. Dammit, why did Lana have to go and fuck up our fun? Now everyone is acting all awkward, and our rounds of mistletoe are over.

After the quick kiss Whitney laid on her, JoJo seemed uncomfortable in her corner. It didn't help that with Skye gone; there was no one sitting between her and Jared. The stocky teen repeatedly attempted to talk to the brunette, but she held out, giving only one or two-word answers to his questions. What happened between the two of them? I might need to get involved if this keeps up. Jared better not have hurt JoJo! Whitney thought, growing angry at the possibility.

At the opposite end of the tub, Lana had one consuming thought. Gawd, I'm horny! I need to get fucked tonight. Hard and repeatedly. The busty redhead surveyed the potential around her. Jared seemed like he knew his way around a pussy, but Peyton was practically dry humping his side. Clearly a virgin, Newt didn't interest her. The best bet would be her ex-boyfriend, Finn. Yet, he seemed pissed at her for trying to get him to have some fun with his dad's latest girlfriend. Dammit, Finny needs to lighten up at times. Maybe once he calms down, he'll be in the mood for some friends with benefits scenario, especially if Ramsey keeps on flirting with him. It's not like she'll take care of his needs.

Of course, there were other young men back inside the cabin, but none were real possibilities. Austin was out. Even if he wasn't her little sister's boyfriend, Lana could barely stand the douchebag. Owen? The only reason I would talk him into bed would be to tie him up and leave him to suffer. Fuck that asshole. The last contestant in the "Who Gets to Fuck Lana" game was also an immediate disqualification. Even if Peyton wouldn't scratch her BFF's eyes out for screwing her little brother, the point of getting Lacey jealous meant teasing Sean, not fucking his brains out. Outside of Finn, Lacey showed little respect to the boys that her older sister's charms had beguiled.

Fuck! If I end up with only a tongue in my pussy tonight, I'm gonna be pissed. Still, Lana figured she might need to think over the female contestants that could win her prized pussy.

"So how come none of those girls up in Rattle Ridge have locked you down yet?" Peyton asked softly, almost into Jared's ear, considering how close she sat next to him.

"None have been worth giving up my last year of fun for," Jared replied, not really looking at the older beauty. "Hey, Jo, maybe you can come up to visit some weekend?"

"Too far."

Sighing, Jared tried another suggestion. "Yeah, maybe for a weekend, but how about for spring break?"

"Too long away to make plans now."

"Newt, doesn't the three of you coming up to visit for spring break sound fun? Even if the snow is melting, they have those machines to make more at the lodge. We could go skiing or snowboarding," Jared asked, attempting to use JoJo's close friend to get her into a conversation.

"That doesn't sound fun to me at all," Newt stated, pulling his eyes from Whitney's cleavage. Why would anyone think I would want to go skiing or snowboarding? After this trip, I'm done with the outdoors for at least a decade.

"Ilovetheidea! Weshouldgotoo...Titny," Rammy rambled out, her head swinging back and forth from Jared and Whitney.

Whitney stared at her friend, trying to figure out what she just said. Geez, how much wine has she downed?

"Uh, I guess that would work," Jared said, unsure of the idea. "Maybe you can follow JoJo and the rest up."

"Oh, yeah, maybe," Whitney replied once she realized what had been suggested. She watched as the strawberry blonde took another long sip from her cup. "Uh, Ram, you might want to slow down a bit there."

The intoxicated girl shot back a glare in response.

Ramsey had been glaring a lot so far in the hot tub. She'd glared earlier at the other girls for telling her to drink her wine, she'd glared at JoJo for kissing Jared, and now she continuously glared at Peyton for putting her hands on Jared repeatedly. Her response to these actions was to mimic Peyton and place her hands on Finn.

Of course, that caused a further series of awkward moments for Polly. Sitting between Ramsey and Finn, the shy brunette didn't appreciate the drunk redhead practically crawling onto her lap to play a one-sided game of handsy with her cousin. And Polly wasn't about to forgive those moments when Ramsey forgot that Finn was one person over from her.

"Hey, that's my thigh!" Polly shrieked, showing Ramsey's hand away. "How about you move over there, drunk girl." The upset teen motioned to the partially empty spot between Skye and Jared. The latter had slid over slightly to be closer to JoJo, but a gap still existed.

"No, you should stay there," Jared responded, holding a hand out to stop Sean's crush from coming over. He didn't want to complicate his friend's chances with Ramsey further, nor did he want someone between him and JoJo.

"No, you should come sit over here," JoJo welcomed, shooting a dirty look at Jared.

"She should stay there," Jared stressed, rapidly finding a reason. "Uh, she's pretty drunk, and we don't want her to move around much. Um, you know to get sick or something."

"Titny, I nut dunk am I?"

"Maybe a little, Rammy. But that's okay," Finn answered, partly concerned over her drunken state and partly pleased to see the uptight strawberry blonde letting her hair down for once.

Rolling her eyes at so many things, Whitney turned toward Newt. Leaning over, she whispered into his ear. "Stop staring at my tits all the time. I know they're great, but you should be staring at someone who's single. Be a good boy and keep an eye on Rammy."

Blushing at his being caught, Newt nodded and turned to look at the others in the tub. With his limited interactions with girls, the nerdy teen thought Whitney wanted him to keep an eye on Ramsey because of her drunken state, not because the blonde wanted him to stare at the drunk girl's bust.

"I'm bored."

Everyone turned to look at Lana.

"We were having fun but stopped. The mistletoe is still up there," the busty ginger pointed before spreading her arms out in a 'why not' gesture.

"We stopped because you went too far as always. Way too far," Finn angrily remarked.

"Lighten up, Finny. You know you were checking out Skye. We could have had fun with her. Maybe that threesome you never let me have with you when we dated."

"Why do you always have to be so inappropriate? She's my dad's girlfriend! Get that into that head of yours."

"Pssh, we all know she would be happier with a young stud like you rather than your old man. Bet stealing that prime piece of ass from her sugar daddy would teach him a lesson."

"Seriously? That's what you think is a good idea. As if my dad and I don't have enough issues between us. You need to grow up someday, Lan, and soon."

"Can you two please not start up again?" Peyton asked.

While the ex-couple bickered, Jared considered the ways he could get JoJo to accept his apology finally. Maybe tomorrow I can get a free room and try Plan B. Shit, I'll probably need help getting set up. Who can I--whoa! Jared's eyes shot open as he felt someone start rubbing his cock through his swim trunks.

The athletic teen immediately looked to his side at Peyton. Sean's older sister had been quite handsy for a while in the tub. However, it couldn't be the blonde as both her hands were out of the water as she tried to mediate the argument between her two best friends.

Looking down, Jared realized it wasn't a hand rubbing him but a foot. A foot from the increasingly drunken reporter across the tub from him. The same brainy girl that flashed him an expression that she thought looked seductive but failed. Twelve hours earlier, Jared would have been happy to see Ramsey take the initiative, yet after finding out her identity as Sean's longtime crush, it dismayed him.

Trying to let her down as gently as possible, the stocky teen slowly pulled her foot away from his crotch while slightly shaking his head at her. He hoped the disappointed pout Ramsey shot him meant she understood that he wasn't interested. Unfortunately, not more than a minute later, her foot was back to rubbing his bulge.

Whitney watched the arguing between the older occupants of the hot tub in increasing frustration. After Lana's shenanigans, Finn's mood wasn't at all conducive to getting him and JoJo together tonight. Dammit, she's looking hot in her new bikini, and I can't play cupid for her. Her other matchmaking plan appeared to be sinking both figuratively and literally as Rammy slumped down into the water up to her neck. Great, if her dismal flirting with Jared and Finn wasn't bad enough, now I have to worry about her passing out in the water.

Nearly half of the hot tub occupants jumped as the door slammed open, startling them. Several people looked in confusion as they didn't recognize the newcomer. For those that did, dismay proved to be the majority feeling.

"No need to be bored, for I have arrived," Vance Vandermeer proclaimed. Scanning the occupants, his gaze fell on Peyton, giving her a quick wink. Around the tub, his eyes gave quick appraisals of each person until they landed on the last and closest person to him. A broad smile broke out while he took a couple of steps up to the deck.

Is he wearing a suit? Make that a three-piece suit... and is that an ascot?! Whitney's mouth nearly opened in shock before she caught herself. Instead, her attention shifted to the long package in the new arrival's hand.

"A bouquet of beauty for our beautiful hostess," Vance bowed after ripping the plastic bag that contained the flowers he now presented to Whitney.

"Yellow lilies?" Whitney inquired, raising an eyebrow. Knowing Vance's reputation for sending messages through his gifts, she couldn't help but laugh out loud at the possibilities.

"Is there a problem with presenting lilies to a lovely lady?" Vance questioned, his confidence slipping for a moment.

"I'm merely curious if you find me pure or fertile?" Whitney sassed back, thinking about what lilies could mean. "Or if Wirchie's was low on flowers this afternoon?"

Newt and JoJo swung their attention from Vance to Whitney after hearing both possibilities.

"Why not both?" Vance queried, turning his hands up.

"Whitney's purity vanished years ago, buster," Lana remarked.

"Titny's a smut."

"Shut it, Rammy," Whitney growled, never breaking eye contact with Vance. "I can assure you that I'm not pure, and I'm on birth control."

"Nice to know. Very nice to know," Vance winked, revealing his intentions.

Whitney rolled her eyes.

"Now, let me join you," Vance said, taking his jacket off. Glancing around the room, he asked," Are there any hangers?"

"Bench or bust," Lana replied before Whitney.

"Or you could go back into the cabin, strip, and never come back," Finn suggested.

"No need for that, Singer. While I prefer a hanger, I'm flexible under special circumstances," the newcomer replied. Laying his jacket and vest down, Vance started unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"We have spare trunks inside," Whitney pointed out, her instincts to be a good hostess showing.

"No need for that either, my dear," Vance stated, unbuttoning his pants.

A series of gasps rang around the hot tub as those pants were yanked down. They revealed a large bulge in tiny pair of underwear.

"I guess that answers the boxers or briefs questions," Lana chuckled.

"Good gawd, Vandermeer. What's wrong with you?" Finn challenged, shielding his eyes.

Newt felt the same way. Uncomfortable at how much the small pair of briefs outlined, he found his attention returning to his favorite sight in the room: Whitney's cleavage.

For those with front row seats, Jared immediately turned his head away, mumbling a comment about not going commando. JoJo didn't turn away. Instead, the brunette stared with deep interest. Hearing Jared's comment, a warm feeling flooded her as she imagined if Vance had been going commando.

"My good man, would you shift over, please? I wish to sit next to my Juliet."

It took Jared a few moments to realize that the new guy meant him. Realizing that the request would give him a reason to move next to JoJo, Jared made the slightest movement. Peyton's hand shooting out to clutch his forearm stopped him.

"Please don't," Peyton mouthed. Her face showed how much she dreaded Vance sitting next to her.

"Sorry, buddy. I'm catching up with an old family friend. I guess you'll need to wait," Jared informed the young blond.

"Of course. Patience is a virtue. It produces the finest wine, and Peyton Tarver is well worth the wait," Vance commented, sliding down into the tub between JoJo and Jared.

Out of their blonde hostess's sightline, JoJo and Newt communicated with each other without words. Polly picked up on it and tried to join in. The room's mood had gone from uncomfortable because of the kissing, groping, and suggestive comments to now uncomfortable due to the bickering. More forceful in her body language, Polly wanted to leave the hot tub. Newt preferred to leave as well but was hesitant to make a move. Whitney's wrath being unleashed on him seemed to have a high probability of happening if he abandoned her planned fun. Although she felt increasingly cold in her new bikini, JoJo found herself interested in seeing what Vance did next. And to be honest, the curious brunette wondered if she'd see a naked cock soon.

Never thrilled by Vance's pursuit over the years, Peyton decided her best defense against further flirtations was a good offense. Confident, strong, and a family friend, the blonde considered Jared a perfect person to block Vance's attempts. Feeling horny from the combination of wine and not having any sex in months, Peyton brought her hand back to Jared's body. Rubbing the side of his waist, she marveled at how little body fat the former chubby boy now had. Damn, who would have dreamed he would turn out so...hot. I really shouldn't think of him that way. Jared was part of Sean's little quartet as a kid. It would almost be as bad as if I found Newt or JoJo hot. Almost. Wait, what did she just say?

"You did not just say that," Finn remarked. "You have a lot of nerve, Lana."

"What? I said I think we should fuck."

"Lan! Why would you suggest that?" Peyton exclaimed, moving her hand off of Jared.

"What's the big deal? It's not like we haven't many times before," Lana responded. "I'm horny, and I miss that old cock of mine."

"Yours? It doesn't belong to you anymore. Remember?" Finn asked angrily. "You're the one that gave it up when you broke up with me!"

"That didn't mean I wanted to give it up forever."

"Aargh! That's what it means to dump a guy," the sandy-haired man replied in exasperation.

"Not for me."

"You know--whatever! I'm done talking. Just leave me alone for the rest of the night."

"Fine, Mister Party Pooper."

"Lan, just leave Finn alone, okay," Peyton said, once again playing peacemaker.

During the argument, Jared's level of discomfort reached sky-high levels. He must have moved Ramsey's foot from his crotch a half dozen times already. The teen's anxiousness had shot up when Peyton's hand rubbed his waist, but fortunately, his old friend's sister took her hand away to mediate. Then to his dismay, the blonde's hand moved back to his body, only instead of on his waist, it rested on his upper thigh.

Trying to avoid making a scene, he used his right hand to push Ramsey's foot once again away from him and placed his left hand on top of Peyton's. Just like clockwork, the redhead's foot shot back to his crotch, only this time in her inebriation, she pushed it too hard into his cock. A moan of pain escaped Jared's mouth. Thinking the moan came from her attention, Peyton slid her hand down to the inside portion of his thigh.

To Jared, it was like two trains speeding towards a crash in the middle of his groin. He'd tried to stop it from happening, but the momentum behind the hand and foot were too great for him to stop.

"What the hell?"

Peyton's hand came in contact with the foot. At first, with several cupfuls of wine in her, she thought Jared's cock had reached monstrous proportions. But with a strong hold on it, Peyton realized that she held a foot. The blonde promptly yanked on it.

To the rest of the occupants, it appeared that Ramsey's sudden fall underwater came from her drunkenness. Whitney even dropped a "Dammit, Ram!" as she started forward to help her friend but stopped when they all saw Peyton lift a foot out of the water.

"Look at what I found rubbing Jared's lap."

"Why were you checking his lap, Pey?" Lana asked, smirking.

Finn moved around his cousin to pull the coughing Ramsey back out of the water.

"Jesus Christ, Rammy! We get some wine into you, and you turn into a little hussy," Whitney exclaimed, shocked at how bold her friend had become. "Maybe my little comment yesterday about what you will turn into when you get your first dick is true."

Newt seemingly choked on nothing, confusing the others. He'd recalled Whitney's cumslut comment yesterday on their hike. No one else had any idea what Whitney's comment meant nor what suddenly was wrong with Newt.

"Nut fer. Heish mine," Ramsey slurred at Peyton.

"Peyton Tarver, you wound me!" Vance cried, holding his hand over his heart. "You and I both know that we're soulmates, yet you toss this potential dalliance in my face."

"Drop the act, Vandermeer. Nobody is interested in your gentleman crap," Finn stated. "This isn't a film from seventy-five years ago."

"It's not an act if one lives that life, Singer. Perhaps you should consider focusing on your own instead of mine."

"Your constant harassment of Peyton is my concern," Finn growled.

"First off, the pretty Peyton doesn't consider my attention to be harassment. If she did, she'd inform me explicitly. That's something she's never done. So one would assume she secretly enjoys my flattery."

Multiple eyes shot to stare at the blushing Peyton. One particular pair held a gleam in her green ones.

"I knew it," Lana whispered to her best friend, who attempted to shake her head at the notion.

"And second, we all know you're the one acting with your protective friend nonsense. You, Finley, are merely keeping Peyton on standby for yourself," Vance continued.

"Excuse you?"

"Isn't it greedy to lust after Peyton after already having your other friend?" Vance motioned toward Lana. "I get that you tasted one friend and grew bored. I imagine that she's all-flash with no substance. That kind is a dime a dozen.

"You son of a bitch! Don't you dare--"

Lana's arm blocked Finn from going after Vance.

"I got this, Finny." She waited until her ex-boyfriend and close friend leaned back against the wall before continuing. "I get that you have a blonde fetish. Considering your family, I suspect you have another fetish or two as well."

Vance's eyes narrowed, but he didn't respond.

"I could care less for your insult. Why? Because I know I'm delicious. Men AND women don't grow bored of me; I grow bored of them. And as for Peyton and Finn, that's never going to happen. Once again, why? Because I won't risk it. Our friendship matters more than anything."

Vance took a long moment before replying. "My sincerest apologies. I didn't intend to insult either of you. Peyton's potential betrayal led to a loss of composure on my part. For that, I'm sorry again."

"Apology accepted," Lana replied. A sharp kick underwater led to Finn saying a similar thing.

"It's a shame that you're a ginger, Lana. I can imagine us enjoying an eventful weekend fling," Vance flirted, deciding to see how Peyton reacted. "Perhaps you should consider a temporary color change."

"Me as a blonde? Oh, that'd be something. They do say that blondes have more fun," Lana chuckled. "But also that gingers are cursed with no souls. So, no thanks. I prefer to be wicked rather than just fun."

"I'd say that you're wicked," Whitney agreed, laughing. Hopefully, that tension is over.

"I think I'm going to head back inside," JoJo announced. "I'm getting really cold in this suit."

"No! Wait, don't leave yet," Whitney said.

"It is getting pretty chilly in here," Polly agreed.

"What? No, it's fine," insisted Whitney.

"You know, the other night when we were in here, it did the same thing. Let me check the heater," Jared revealed.

Happy to avoid Peyton's and Ramsey's advances, he stood up, getting a wide range of responses for the impressive tent sticking out in his swim trunks. JoJo let out an eek. Peyton moaned. Lana issued a hushed "gawd damn." Whitney thought, Holy shit! And Rammy fell back under the water.

As Jared walked over to check on the space heater, the girls' eyes all followed hungrily. Newt looked up, studying the ceiling and mistletoe, while Finn helped Rammy back up out of the water again. With a free line of sight, Vance eyed up Peyton.

Flicking a couple of switches and gently pulling some wires, Jared realized the heater might be done for. "I think it's dead. I'm not sure, but that's what I'm guessing."

"Well, I'm out of here. It's been a long, two days; I need some rest," Finn announced, standing up.

"What? No, Finny, I need to get fucked," Lana whined. " C'mon, I'm horny!"

Peyton nodded beside her.

"As I said, it's not my problem."

"I think I'll go back too and get changed," Newt told Finn.

"No! Come on, guys. We're supposed to have fun," Whitney cried. She jumped out of the hot tub, grabbing her robe and throwing it on. "Stay right here. I'll be right back."

Whipping the door open, she stormed out of the lower sunroom. Furious that her plans for fun were falling apart, Whitney barely noticed the cold wind slamming into her wet body, which her untied robe left open to the elements. Stomping up the stairs, she increasingly became angry with her father for never noticing the missing plan to heat the sunroom. He fucking obsessed over the blueprints. But he still fucking misses a fucking heater for the fucking room. And he doesn't give me my very own walk-in closet!

Bursting through the French doors that separated the sunroom from the main cabin, Whitney stopped to scan the room for her father. Pictures! Where the fuck did all these pictures come from? Nevermind, it doesn't matter.

"Where's my father?" she roared into the room.

"Uh, at the Vandermeers," Austin answered.

Clinching her fists, Whitney held in her rage, only making a "Hrmph!"

Marching over to the stairs, she heard a concerned Mrs. Tarver ask, "Whitney, what's wrong?"

"Everything!"

Stomping back downstairs, Whitney didn't know why she went that way. Spying the bar, the angry blonde stomped behind it. A bottle of tequila came out, along with two quick shots that burned her throat.

"Wait!" Whitney's mind conjured up a potential solution.

Racing down to the laundry room, the blonde dashed around, checking this shelf and that corner. Finally, she spotted what might be what she wanted.

"Bingo!"

A brand-new, portable space-heater. Intended for use in the garage's attic, it might be smaller than the modified heater hanging on the lower sunroom's wall, but it could work.

Anything is better than nothing.

With her anger mostly dissipated, Whitney pulled the space heater from the box. Lugging it to the rec room's sliding door, Whitney now felt the freezing wind swirling around outside. She hurried over to the lower sunroom, opening the door, and began to announce the change of plans.

"Sorry about that. We're going--motherfucker!"

Whitney's anger rose back up as she saw the room was empty. Not entirely empty as Vance stayed behind to wait for her in the water. He shot her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I tried to get a few of them to stay."

Carrying the space heater up onto the deck, she slammed it down. Unsure over what to do, Whitney plugged it in, thinking it was better to keep the room temperature steady for now.

"You look mad and horny. Want to have some fun?" The blond in the tub asked the blonde on the deck.

"I have a boyfriend."

"I don't see him here."

"He's at your parents' place," Whitney snapped, not in the mood for his flirting.

"Interesting." Vance contemplated, tapping his chin. "I could have his return delayed."

"And I could electrocute you," Whitney growled, looking down at the young man alone in the water. Nearly screeching in frustration, she whipped around and stormed out of the room.