The Setup

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I smiled. I mean, how could I not? I was in a hot tub sitting across from three girls I loved to spend time with, and all three of them were in bikinis and chatting away with me. As I’d expected, Sarah’s tits were bobbing along on the top of the water like they were floatation devices. Nicole’s, firmer and held tighter to her by her shell-looking bikini top, were right at the edge of the water as well.

And Miranda was leaning back, enjoying the heat of the water, her black bikini hiding her chest but unable to stop her nipples from making little bumps on her bust.

“OK, I need to cool down if we’re playing this game,” Nicole said. She stood and stepped past me, her butt inches from my face for a moment as she climbed out of the tub. She did a hop and a skip and then dropped into the shallow end feet first, letting out a satisfied “Oooh,” and a wiggle at the cool water on her hot skin.

“What a character,” Miranda sighed, smiling.

“Definitely,” I said. “Well, maybe not a protagonist. She doesn’t have much of a character arc to get where she wants to go.”

Miranda chuckled. She and I had played through this joke before. “Well sure. Her childhood just wasn’t traumatic enough. Not even one scar on her forehead or evil step sibling. But at least she’s not going to end up the jealous rich antagonist-turned-supervillain, right?”

“No, not Nicole,” I agreed. “She’s too nice, deep down.”

“Maybe she could be the love interest,” Miranda said, tapping her bottom lip with her finger. “The bratty princess who actually has a heart of gold. But then she needs to end up with the Protag’s best friend, right? Who do you think should be the main love interest here, John? Me, or Sarah?”

I flushed and tried to look like I was thinking hard. Miranda was grinning as she watched me not wanting to answer, and she raised a foot in the tub and splashed me a little.

“You two are such nerds,” Sarah said. She’d been rolling her eyes as Miranda had been talking. “Could you two just fuck and make pretty little nerd babies, already? You’ll spawn the next great American author or something.”

That made me sputter and slip deeper underwater, while Miranda looked shocked at her friend. “Sarah!”

“What?” Sarah said, doubling down and casually gesturing at the two of us. “You two are clearly compatible, and John has that kind of Kent Clarke vibe - that’s Superman, right?”

“No, you mean Clarke Kent,” I said, rubbing my forehead.

“Whatever,” Sarah said, and turned to Miranda. “I’m just saying, girl, one of these I might just decide to snap up John for myself if you don’t make your move.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the look on my face, or on Miranda’s, that got Sarah to break and start cackling. That, of course, set her chest to bouncing and soon the water in the hot tube was rocking and waving.

“Oh, god,” Sarah sighed when she was done laughing. “The looks on your faces. Fuck, you two need a drink. Here,” she said, and leaned out of the hot tub, grabbing a bottle of tequila. As she did it her big tits came out of the water fully, and Miranda and I both got a major eyeful of underboob. She came back upright and took a quick swig from the bottle then handed it to Miranda. “Just a quick shot, for real.”

MIranda sighed, knowing it was pointless to fight her roommate. “Fine.” She took a swig and then passed it to me. I took a quick swig as well, frowning at the burn.

“Comin’ in for a landing!” Tom said, hopping up into the hot tub and splashing all three of us as he dropped in. “Oh no, I almost missed shots?! How could you not call me for shots?”

“Well, you’re here now, sweet alcoholic baby,” Sarah said, and she held the bottle out for Tom to drink from.

“Whaa, whaa, me want booze,” Tom fake cried, hamming it up, then drank from the bottle and reached up and took it from Sarah. He sighed, satisfied after his swig, and then sat up on the edge of the hot tub with just his leg in the water and his speedo-wrapped package right at all of our eye-levels. “Johnny Boy,” he said, using his nickname for me. “I can’t believe you actually drank a shot. Are you feeling queasy yet?”

“Oh, fuck off Tom,” I said, a little annoyed. Well, more than annoyed considering his bulge was pointing right fucking at me. “At least I’ve never been black out drunk and actually puked all over someone’s house.”

“Look, sometimes you just gotta have an experience, alright?” Tom said. “And believe me, I’ve had plenty of experiences.” He gave us all a big wink and air-thrusted a couple of times.

“Tom, you’re looking pretty hot these days,” Sarah said, reaching over and poking Tom’s abs. “Are you already in training for Rugby season?”

“I am, I am, Sarah Baby,” Tom said. “I plan on getting Captain this year, come hell or high water.”

“Well you are looking swole as fuck,” Sarah said, and her eyes slipped down to the bulge he was showing. “Really swole.”

“I am, aren’t I,” Tom grinned, eyefucking Sarah’s tits.

Sarah had the nerve to throw shade at Miranda and I, but she and Tom had been circling each other like two feral cats for a couple of years now. It seemed like each time they were about to finally come to a head, one of them would get distracted and get into a month or two long relationship, then break up and they were right back to prowling again.

Even more than Sarah, I was annoyed with Tom. He acted like all the girls wanted him all the time. Showing off his crotch, walking around without a shirt on constantly. Who wore a speedo to a pool party, honestly? He was a dick, and I knew Sarah could do better than him.

With the two of them distracted by each other, I turned to Miranda and slid closer around the seats of the hot tub to her. Matt’s words were in my mind. Sarah had told him, he had told me. That was a clear confirmation, right?

“Hey, Miranda?” I asked.

She turned from listening to whatever Sarah was saying, aggressively flirting with Tom, and met me eyes with a curious smile. “Yeah?”

“I-”

“OK, it’s time to play!” Nicole called from the pool. She was climbing out at the ladder, the water pouring off of her curves, and she had an empty sambuca bottle in her hand. Where did she get that from? “Come on, everyone around the patio table.”

“Sounds good,” Matt said. He’d already climbed out of the pool and was toweling off and heading over.

“Uh, nevermind,” I said, smiling sheepishly at Miranda.

Tom and Sarah got out of the tub first, and I stood to follow when Miranda touched my arm, standing with me. “Hey, John?”

“Yeah?” I asked, turning back to her and looking down into her eyes. They were a cool blue, kind and playful.

“Let’s have some fun with this, yeah?” she said, a smile playing up to her eyes.

“Um, sure, yeah,” I nodded.

She grinned and took my hand, getting me to help her out of the tub, and we headed to the table.

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