"Fuck me. You first, Tara."

Kath gets back in after turning on the whirlpool jets and sits back down beside you, giving you a close-up of her square, solid buttocks as she steps in. Her shoulders are developed like a sports girl, like Tara, Jennifer, and even Fairouzeh. Mona, a bit from her job, but Luna, not so much.

Tara eyes you across the bubbling hot tub. With seven aboard, it's pretty full. "Caught your breath, Pool Boy Joe?" she asks. "Or did you wear yourself out holding your breath?"

Jennifer laughs. "Till your balls turn blue," she says. Everyone giggles but your friend Mona.

You meet Tara's gaze. "Naw, I'm good," you say. "But as forfeits, I'll take on another challenge."

"Ooohh, oooooh!" Jennifer says with another laugh. "Mister Challenge."

You nod. "Each of you. Fuck me for at least five minutes, or until someone comes."

Fairouzeh has a look on her face that might mean either relief or disappointment. As judge, she isn't part of the forfeits.

Mona shoots you a look. Does it mean me first! or what the fuck, Joe?

"Haha, you won't last through one of us," Tara says.

"All right, you're on," you say. "You first, Tara."

There's a moment where nobody says anything. The whirlpool jets rumble and foam in the bubbling cauldron of you and six tipsy gals.

Tara nods. She reaches out one hand and you clasp it and return her nod.

"Not in the tub!" Luna says. "House rules. Plus it chafes."

Kath laughs. "Ask me how I know?" she says.

"Well, it does," Luna says. She pushes up and gets out onto the redwood deck. "Shower off out here before you go back in the house. I guess we use my room, so me first in the shower."

Your cock pulses and fills as you watch Luna rinsing off the hot tub water under the outdoor shower.

"Okay done," Luna calls, "Come on." Dripping her way across the deck, Luna grabs a towel from a hamper next to the back porch.

"Wait for us," Tara tells her friends. She pulls you toward the outdoor shower.

"Rinse your hair more," Tara says, pushing you back under the warm jets with a firm hand on each shoulder. "Soap under your foreskin. No really, Joe. Like this." Tara takes charge and gives you a thorough cleaning under the crown of your cock head. When Tara is satisfied that you're both clean, she leads you toward Luna who is waiting with towels.

Luna takes you through the house, which is decorated kind of like a museum of political hippie-ism over the last fifty years. With a few stolen traffic signs and a lot of art painted right on the walls. Trippy wavy spirals. Flowers. Stencils. Kind of impressive, really. Your stiffy bounces a little as you follow Luna up the stairs. Tara gives you a wolf whistle from behind you. "Nice ass, Joe," she says. "It's not gonna save you."

Luna's room is in a third-floor back corner with, of course, a moon poster on her door. She makes some little finger sign against the doorframe before she opens up. There's a sweet perfume smell from inside, and you see an metal tray on a side table with cones of ash that must have been incense. Little undertone of weed under the incense smell, you're pretty sure.

Luna pulls the covers off her bed and lays down a couple of towels.

"Huh?" you say. "We're pretty dry already."

Tara gives you an are-you-kidding-me look.

"Nobody wants to sleep in the wet spot, Joe," Luna says. "Oh yeah, let me get the party basket."

"You're on top," you tell Tara.

"Of course," she says, shaking her head.

"Just don't lean your weight on my chest," you said. "Got a bruise at work."

"Kicked by a mule?" Tara says. "That is a bruise."

"Might as well have been," you said. Kicked breathless by a naked Karen Yoshida, with an bonus whack on the back of your head from Karen's concrete pool deck.

Tara tilts one hand toward Luna's bed. Ladies first, you think she means.

You get yourself comfy on the towels. "Challenge accepted?"

"Challenge accepted," Tara says.

Luna comes back with a basket that wouldn't look out of place in Little Red Riding Hood. She sets it on her night table and pulls back a red polka-dot cloth to reveal a box of wet wipes, a roll of paper towels, a number of little tubes and jars and squeeze bottles and little square packets, and some other things you can't put a name to.

Roll +HARD(+3) (+2 Hard, +1 Forward) to FUCK Tara.