Showing Off Always Leads to More Ch. 01

Makayla's apartment buzzed with the quiet chaos of packing. Clothes spilled across her bed, a kaleidoscope of colors against the crisp white comforter. A suitcase yawned open on the floor nearby. The late March light streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over the room. It caught the faint shimmer of workout leggings she'd tossed aside--remnants of her up-and-coming fit-fluencer Instagram persona. Jon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with a mix of affection and restless anticipation. They'd been dating three months, not long enough to share a lease. Still, it was enough time for him to feel the weight of this trip pressing on his shoulders. Elk Ridge Lodge stood an hour away. He needed to arrive first to ensure its proper presentation before his friends showed up.

Makayla stood before her full-length mirror, hands gliding over a navy one-piece swimsuit. It clung to her frame with modest restraint. The suit veiled her midriff, dipping just low enough to tease the swell of her D-cup breasts--full, pert, and so striking they'd turn heads in any room. These were the kind of curves that could convince you she'd been sculpted for that alone. Yet, beneath the sensible cut, her ass waited--a hidden marvel. Perfectly shaped, it jutted out with such improbable grace that it eclipsed even her chest's allure. This revelation stunned those who'd only seen her in formal wear, never noticing how it bloomed in tight shorts or a bikini bottom. She turned to Jon, green eyes dancing with a playful spark.

"What do you think?" she asked. "This one's comfy for the pool."

Jon tilted his head, his 5'6" frame shifting as he rubbed the back of his neck. At 23, he carried himself with a quiet charm--dark hair tousled just right, a small but handsome build. But there was a beta hesitance in his posture, a flicker of doubt he couldn't quite shake.

"It's nice," he said, his voice gentle but edged with something more. "But, you know, I'm trying to show off a little this week. My friends are coming, and they've spent years telling me about all the wild shit they got up to in college--girls, parties, the whole deal. I skipped that to chase the tech dream, and it paid off, right? I've got the lodge, the career... and you. I want them to see you and feel that sting, like, 'Damn, Jon's got it made.' So maybe something sexier?"

Makayla's fingers lingered on the swimsuit straps, her olive skin aglow in the soft light as she mulled over his words. She wanted to please Jon, always had. But this nudge toward sexy was new--he'd never directly asked for it before. It left her wondering if she'd missed some unspoken cue all these months. Sexiness wasn't foreign to her, though. She'd stumbled into it building her Instagram fitness page, learning fast that sexy sells. In tiny Gymshark shorts, her ass thrust out like a siren's call, she'd crafted a persona--bold, teasing, a thrill she savored as engagement soared past her tame workout clips in baggy sweats. Her nearly 80k followers lapped it up, their crude comments a buzzing backdrop Jon used to eye with a frown. Now, though, maybe he's starting to lean into it. She bit her lip, nodding slowly.

"Okay, I'll try something else," she said.

She slipped into her walk-in closet, the door clicking shut behind her. Jon's gaze lingered on the empty space, a common frustration returning. He'd have loved for her to change right there, to peel off the one-piece and let him see her naked--full frontal, lights on, no shadows hiding her. Three months in, and he still hadn't gotten that. Even when he went down on her, a ritual he clung to like a lifeline to prove he wasn't the dud Kenzie, his ex, had accused him of, it was always under the sheets. Lights stayed off, his face buried in her heat without a clear view. He swallowed, adjusting his jeans as a flicker of arousal stirred.

Makayla emerged moments later, this time in a standard bikini--red, with triangle tops that tied around her neck and a bottom that showed more of her hips. It was cute, flirty, the kind of thing girls their age wore without a second thought. She spun for him, her brunette hair swishing.

"Better?" she asked.

Jon smiled, stepping closer.

"Yeah, that's better," he said. "But... do you have something with a little more? You know, to really wow them?" His tone stayed kind, not pushy, but his eyes betrayed a hunger he couldn't voice.

She tilted her head, then disappeared back into the closet. Jon's mind wandered as he waited, picturing her Instagram grid--those shots of her ass in workout gear, so sculpted and pert it drove him wild. He'd scroll through them sometimes, heart racing, knowing every guy in her comments wanted her. It gnawed at him, that mix of pride and paranoia. But now he wanted to wield it like a weapon. Let Chris and the guys drool, let them see what he'd snagged without ever setting foot on a college campus.

When Makayla stepped out again, Jon's breath caught. She wore a teal bikini with the bottoms scrunching between her cheeks, accentuating her ass--round, firm, sticking out in a jaw-dropping way. The top was typical, but covering her large perky breasts made it seem more exotic than it was. She grinned, hands on her hips.

"This one's pretty out there," she said. "Shows off the goods, right?"

Jon's jeans tightened as he nodded, his voice a little hoarse.

"That's great," he said. "Let's go along those lines."

He watched her prance back to the closet, her ass swaying, and his mind spun. She tried on a few more--each one bolder, the bottoms shrinking closer to thong territory, a new norm for their generation. He could see the curve of her cheeks, the way the fabric hugged her skin. It was all he could do not to pull her onto the bed right then.

Smiling, she vanished again, returning quickly in her boldest yet--a black bikini with a thong bottom, the back a small triangle tapering into a thin strip that vanished between her cheeks. The top was small enough to replace her cleavage as the prominent feature, with a spectacular underboob display. She caught his wide-eyed stare, the bulge in his jeans unmistakable, and laughed softly.

"You're into this one, huh?" she said. "I'll throw it in, just in case."

She tossed it into her suitcase, playful but not pushing him to say more--his arousal was answer enough.

His phone buzzed, snapping him out of it. A text from Chris: "Yo, we're heading out soon. Be there in an hour or so." Jon's pulse jumped. He wanted her--wanted to pin her to the bed and bury himself in her--but time was ticking.

"Shit, we gotta go," he said, grabbing her suitcase. "I need to get there first to let them in."

The drive to Breckenridge was a winding hour through Colorado's rugged beauty. Snow-capped peaks loomed against a clear March sky. Makayla sat shotgun, her legs crossed in leggings that hugged her thighs, while Jon gripped the wheel, stealing glances at her. The hum of the engine filled the silence until he spoke. His voice stayed casual but carried something deeper.

"So, my friends," he started, eyes on the road. "Chris, Adam, Joe--they've always been there for me. We've been tight since middle school. They all went to CU Boulder together, got even tighter there. Obviously, I went a different route, built the tech thing with Dan. But sometimes I wish I'd gone with them. I'd always have to listen to these stories--parties, girls, epic nights--and I'd just nod, feeling like I was slipping to a background character in my own group. I am hoping this week will fix that."

Makayla nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"They sound fun," she said. "Who's the plus one?"

Jon chuckled, but it was a tight, brittle sound that betrayed his nerves.

"Justin's their frat bro from college," he said. "Never met him--just a name dropped in their stories. Kinda feels like he's butting into my place, you know?" He paused, his voice softening as he glanced at her. "They're great guys. Party pretty hard, though, still wired in that college mindset--especially Chris and Adam. They just graduated this past winter, a semester late because they couldn't quit raging. I don't want them thinking I'm some lame pushover, so I want to put on a good show. We don't get out much, but maybe you can match their vibe--be the life of the party, get the guys going." His tone lurched into a clumsy, forced grin. A chuckle stumbled out as he added, "You know, maybe give them that same, uh, 'rise' you gave me back there with those bikinis."

Makayla's brow creased faintly, his words settling like pebbles in her mind. "Get the guys going?" she mused silently, picturing Jon's jeans straining back at the apartment, that obvious bulge when she'd strutted out in the thong bikini. She'd figured that kind of effect would piss him off--him stewing over other guys' eyes on her--not make him proud. Did he mean flirt with them? Be sexy around them? She'd assumed he wanted her flirty and loud with him, publicly, flaunting their spark for all to see. The question hung there, muddled and unanswered, as she turned her gaze to the window. The blur of pines streaked by.

The conversation flowed--Jon skipping over Kenzie, a ghost Makayla barely knew--until the lodge came into view. Elk Ridge Lodge rose from the mountainside like a millionaire's dream, its 8,000 square feet sprawling across timber and stone. Ski-in, ski-out access gleamed with fresh snow. The heated pool steamed faintly in the crisp air. Makayla's jaw dropped as they pulled up.

"Holy shit, Jon," she said. "The pictures didn't do this justice."

He grinned, pride swelling.

"Yeah, Dan outdid himself," he said. "I am very thankful for letting me buy in on a small share, reap some of the benefits, like this week. Wait 'til you see inside."

They stepped out, the chill nipping at their skin as Jon hauled her suitcase up the steps. The front door swung open to a cathedral of luxury--vaulted ceilings with exposed beams, a massive stone fireplace crackling in the great room. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the peaks. The kitchen gleamed with granite and steel, big enough to feed a frat house, while the scent of pine and leather hung in the air.

Makayla spun in a slow circle, her sneakers squeaking on the hardwood.

"I feel spoiled already," she said. "I need to snap some pics later."

Her eyes sparkled, already picturing the Instagram grid.

Jon led her upstairs, past five guest bedrooms to the master suite. It was a haven--king bed draped in plush white, a private balcony overlooking the slopes, and an en-suite with a jacuzzi tub big enough for two. He dropped her suitcase by the bed, watching her take it in.

"This is us," he said, voice low. "Let's make it a hell of a week."

She turned to him, green eyes alight, and nodded.

"Oh, we will," she said.

Stepping over to the large framed door between the closet entrance and TV, he smiled, turning to Makayla.

"Oh, and check this out," he said.

Jon nudged the master bedroom door wider, guiding Makayla toward the en-suite bathroom. The space unfolded like a dream--marble floors gleaming under recessed lights, a double vanity stretching along one wall. A massive glass shower enclosure dominated the far side. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined the shower itself, offering an unobstructed view of the pool, hot tub, and grill area below. The outdoor bar perched just beyond, all framed by the snow-dusted ski run alive with skiers carving their way down. The afternoon sun spilled through, glinting off the glass, turning the room into a bright, airy sanctuary.

Makayla's green eyes widened as she stepped inside, her sneakers squeaking faintly on the marble.

"Oh my God, this is unreal," she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. "I can't wait to hop in here and get ready for tonight. I'll be sure to look pretty for your friends."

She paused, peering at the giant windows, her brow knitting slightly.

"But, uh, everyone can see in, right?" she asked. "That's a little wild."

Jon grinned, setting her suitcase by the bed.

"You can't see in from outside," he said, crossing the room toward a sleek panel on the wall.

He hesitated, then added, "When the view gets too much, you flip this switch."

His finger tapped it, and a faint hum vibrated through the glass as an electric current transformed the clear panes into a frosted pattern--delicate swirls that blocked the world beyond.

"Cool, huh?" he asked.

He flipped it back, the glass clearing again, and shot her a teasing look.

She nodded, humming another snatch of melody as she turned to unpack. Jon moved fast, tossing his clothes into drawers with practiced efficiency--jeans, tees, swim trunks all finding their place in minutes. Makayla, though, lingered over her suitcase. Her pile of bikinis and outfits sprawled across the bed.

"I'm gonna finish this up and then shower," she said, her tone bright. "Get myself together before I meet the crew."

"Take your time," Jon replied, already heading for the door. "I'll check the kitchen--make sure the management company stocked it like I asked."

He bounded downstairs, the lodge's grandeur swallowing him up as he crossed the great room. The fridge was a jackpot--shelves lined with craft beers, IPAs and lagers glinting in the light, alongside stacks of snacks and grill-ready meats. He was mid-nod of approval when a sharp knock rattled the front door.

Pulling it open, he found Chris, Adam, Joe, and Justin spilling in, duffels slung over shoulders. Their voices formed a chaotic chorus of greetings. Chris, 6'2" and built like he still hit the gym daily, clapped Jon on the back.

"Man, it's been too long!" he said.

Adam, smooth and 6' even, flashed a grin, while Joe, the wiry 5'11" sparkplug, bounced on his heels, already eyeing the place. Justin loomed beside them, 6'2" and broad from football days. His handshake was firm as Jon sized him up--frat bro energy radiating off him.

"Good to finally meet you, dude," Justin said, his tone easy but loud.

It'd been since before Christmas, their last group hang. The excitement crackled as they caught up in a flurry--college tales, work gripes, and lodge hype.

Jon led them around, pointing out rooms--six in total, each plush and modern. They dumped their bags, already itching to explore.

"Pool and bar next?" Joe asked, practically vibrating.

Nods all around, and they tromped outside. The crisp March air hit them as they reached the pool deck. Snow clung to the slope beyond, the ski run buzzing with skiers, while the hot tub steamed and the outdoor bar gleamed under a wooden awning.

"Holy shit, this is prime," Chris said, cracking a beer from the fridge haul.

They didn't waste time--trunks were on in a flash, beers grabbed. They piled into the heated pool with whoops and splashes.

Jon jogged back upstairs for his trunks, pushing the bedroom door open just as Makayla turned from the bathroom entrance. Her back was to him, bare from shoulders to thighs. Her olive skin glowed in the light as she clutched a towel. She spun at the sound of his step, yanking the towel up to shield herself. A sheepish laugh escaped.

"Oh! Hey, I'm about to shower and get ready," she said. "Give me, like, 45 minutes--I'll be down to join the fun."

Her humming kicked in again, a quick upbeat riff, as she ducked into the bathroom.

Jon's chest tightened. He'd caught the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, but not the full view he craved. He shook it off, swapping jeans for trunks, then grabbed a beer from the kitchen and bolted outside. With a running leap, he cannonballed into the pool. Water erupted around him as the guys cheered, their laughter echoing off the lodge.

Upstairs, Makayla stood in the shower, a towel wrapped snug around her. Her brunette hair spilled over her shoulders. She peered through the clear glass, down at the pool where Jon's splash settled. A smile tugged at her lips.

"Cute," she murmured, humming a bouncy tune as she set out her shower gear--soap, razor, shampoo--on the marble ledge.

Her gaze drifted to the guys, all lean and lively in the water. She thought, "He's got some handsome friends." Just an idle note, like appreciating a good view. She lingered, watching skiers carve the run, the mountains rising sharp against the sky, then turned to crank the water on. The towel dropped before she hung it on a hook. Then she stepped sideways under the luxurious spray.

Back in the pool, the guys floated, beers in hand. The water felt warm against the chill. Chris tilted his head toward Jon.

"Where's your girl at, man?" he asked. "We're dying to meet her."

Adam smirked, adding, "Yeah, her Instagram's already got us going--quite a show she delivers to sell some supplements."

Joe laughed, nodding.

Jon grinned, brushing it off.

"She's upstairs getting ready," he said. "You're gonna love her--and hate me for it. If her Instagram's too much, she'll drive you wild this week."

His tone was playful, a jab at their envy, but he didn't catch the glint in their eyes.

Chris drained his beer, holding up the empty.

"Round two?" he asked.

A few nodded, and Jon hopped out, dripping.

"I'll grab a case from the garage--can't track water inside," he said.

He hustled down the side path, the cold biting his wet skin as he disappeared around the corner.

Justin's voice cut through the chatter.

"Holy shit," he said.

Heads swiveled, eyes locking on the shower window above. There was Makayla, naked under the stream, water cascading over her olive skin. Her breasts--full, impossibly perky--gleamed as she soaped them. Her nipples tilted upward, as if gravity had no effect on her body. Then she turned, and her ass stole the show--round and flawless, droplets tracing its curve. She moved with a dancer's grace, hands gliding over her body. Suds slipped down her thighs.

"Dude, those tits," Adam breathed, his voice hushed with awe, "but that ass--Jesus."

Joe whistled low, a sharp note cutting through the pool's steam.

"Jon's killing it," he said. "This place, putting her on display? He's flexing hard."

Chris chuckled, leaning back in the water. His alpha grin spread wide.

"I told you guys we'd catch hell for all those college stories we rubbed in his face," he said. "If this enjoying this lodge and a view like her are his revenge, I think I will suffer with delight."

They stared up, mesmerized, as Makayla lathered her body in the shower. Her hands glided over her skin with a slow, sensual grace. Her breasts--lush and buoyant--glistened under the soap, nipples tilting upward as if defying gravity. Water streamed down her olive curves, tracing the dip of her waist.

She bent over first to wash her legs, back arched. Her ass thrust out, a perfect silhouette against the glass. Soap suds slid down her thighs, pooling at her feet. Then, a shampoo bottle slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor. She hummed a quick pop riff, bending again to retrieve it, her ass swaying slightly--a teasing encore. After rinsing off the suds, she offered another bent-over display, the longest yet, to shave her lower body. Legs parting as she reached her next task, she used one hand to pull a cheek aside. The other guided the razor through her legs, reaching between her cheeks--shaving her pussy and tracing up to the area behind. From 50 feet away, it was a bare-all tease, only limited by the distance. Justin squinted, groaning.

"Damn, should've shelled out that four grand for Lasik--can't see shit," he said.

The others laughed, eyes locked on her.

Post-shave, she soaped her pussy and ass one final time. Her fingers lingered almost too long--rubbing slow circles over her freshly smooth skin, suds clinging to her curves--before rinsing off. She finally turned back to face the showerhead, head tilting back, eyes closed as water cascaded over her face. Her lips parted, mouth opening in a sultry, unconscious pout--full and wet. It was the kind of pose that had Joe muttering.

"Fuck, imagine looking down at that as you nut," he said.

Adam nodded.

"Yeah, she knows what she is doing," he said.

A few skiers slowed on the run, goggles glinting, while a stereotypical Asian family--cameras in hand--paused to snap pics. Chris smirked.

"Hot as hell she's into being watched--look at the spectators," he said.

Eight crucial minutes later, Jon trudged back, shivering. A case of beer rested under one arm, six towels slung over the other. He set them down, breath fogging, and froze--Chris stood alone, outside the pool, trunks tented with a half-chub, staring up. Jon's stomach lurched as he followed the gaze. The shower was off, Makayla towel-wrapped, drying her hair with another. She'd flipped the privacy switch post-shower, he figured, oblivious to the clear-glass show--maybe she'd just now turned it off and forgot. Then her body towel slipped, falling to the floor, leaving her bare, backed to them. Jon's pulse spiked--arousal clashing with worry. She lingered a few seconds, finishing her hair, then bent to grab the towel. It was a brief flash of her ass, gone in a blink, more tease than reveal. She rewrapped and vanished around the corner. Jon sighed with relief, thankful that more wasn't revealed.

The guys turned back to comment, but noticed Jon's presence. Assuming he'd returned for at least a little part of the shower scene, they flashed him knowing grins, almost accusing. Chris splashed water his way.

"All right, all right, we get it--you win," he said. "Gave you shit for missing college, but damn bro... I'll finally admit, you made the right choice."

Adam nodded.

"Yeah, man, this place is beautiful, and her? Even more," he said.

Chris jumped back in.

"We're proud of you, man," he said. "This week's yours--rub it in our faces, we want you to."

Joe hopped out, deflating arousal pushing his trunks, grabbing beers from Jon.

"To Jon," he said, raising one, "his kick-ass place, and his fine-ass girl!"

They cheered, glasses clinking, laughter rolling. Justin added, "Thanks for letting me tag along, and tell your girl thanks for the little show."

Jon, flushed with their praise, assumed "the show" was just the quick glimpse.

"Haha, guess I got figured out quick," he said, nodding to Justin and the group. "Hope you all have fun this week, and Justin, looking forward to hangin' finally."

His jealousy simmered--her lit-up back shot burned in his mind--but their flattery drowned it out. He wanted to hear those words from Chris, but expected them by the end of the week. Achieving his goal just hours after they arrived made it easy to dismiss the thought of confronting Makayla about her carelessness.

Thirty minutes later, Jon climbed the stairs, towel-wrapped, pushing into the master bedroom. Makayla stood at the vanity, applying makeup. She was wrapped in a tight knitted sweater dress--long-sleeved, mid-thigh, a bright white that clung to her like a second skin. Knee-high heeled boots, warm and sleek, hugged her calves. The fabric stretched over her giant breasts, outlining their perfect swell. It hugged her ass, that jaw-dropping curve popping against the hem. Jon stopped short, breath catching--she was a vision, sexy and effortless.

She perked up, humming an upbeat tune, and spun to face him.

"What do you think?" she asked, striking playful poses--hip cocked, a little twirl--her dress riding up slightly.

Jon's eyes roamed her, voice thick.

"Wow, you look great," he said. "Just make sure those boots handle the ice out there."

She glanced down, smiling.

"They should be fine--had to go heeled to match the dress," she said.

Then she tugged at the hem, smoothing it down. Her hands slid up to cup her breasts.

"I figured you'd like tight, but this fabric shows everything--imagine a bra strap back here... it all looked weird," she said. "I went without, is that ok? The dress is full coverage enough, I don't think anything will notice, what do you think?"

Jon scanned her again--no nipples poked through.

"Looks good, should be fine," he said, nodding.

Makayla's lips curled into a thankful smile, returning to her catchy hum, thinking, "Thank God I can be free of those itchy thongs and bra straps--this dress is itchy enough. Maybe I can skip them all week." She nodded to herself, already plotting to ditch the discomfort for good.

"Great!" she chirped aloud, her humming picking up a beat.

Jon stepped toward the bathroom.

"Gonna rinse off and get ready--be quick," he said.

Jon emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist, hair damp and tousled, just as Makayla finished her makeup. She flashed him a grin, still humming that upbeat pop riff, and grabbed her purse.

"Ready?" she asked, her white sweater dress clinging to every curve.

He nodded, pulling on jeans and a thick flannel, and they headed downstairs together. Her heeled boots clicked on the hardwood.

In the kitchen, the guys waited, dressed in a fratty ski-town mashup--plaid collars peeking from Patagonia pullovers, thick jeans or khakis hugging their legs. Chris rocked a wool beanie, his 6'2" frame leaning against the counter. A bottle of tequila rested in his hand. Shot glasses lined the granite, amber liquid glinting under the lights. As Jon and Makayla rounded the corner, a cheer erupted--Joe whooping, Justin clapping, Adam raising a glass.

"There's the man!" Chris called, pouring shots with a grin.

Makayla pepped herself up, channeling the bubbly warmth Jon had asked for in the car. She bounced over, humming softly, and went around the circle.

"Hey, I'm Makayla--Chris, right?" she said, shaking his hand, then Adam's, Joe's, and Justin's. Her green eyes sparkled. "So excited to meet you all!"

Small talk flowed--weather, the lodge, Breckenridge hype--until Chris turned to Jon, smirking.

"Alright, buddy, time to make up for last visit," he said. "You barely touched a second beer at our biggest party of the year. Gotta let loose tonight."

He slid two shots forward, one for each of them.

Joe leaned toward Makayla, playful.

"Alright girl, the real test for you is if you can keep up with us," he said.

She laughed, grabbing the first shot, and tossed it back--no hesitation, no grimace. Adam offered a lime, but she waved it off, flashing a wide smile.

"I chase it with this," she said, pointing to her grin.

The guys cheered, fists pumping, as Jon took his shot. He winced hard before snagging a lime. Chris chuckled, clapping his back.

"We'll let it slide, man--not too bad," he said.

The scene jumped, boots crunching snow as they strolled into Breckenridge's bustling town. Neon signs flickered against the night. Jon and Joe lagged behind, deep in talk about Airbnb rentals.

"So, I've got a 25% stake in the lodge," Jon said, hands in pockets. "New to it, but Dan's teaching me the ropes--good side gig."

Joe nodded, eyes lighting up.

"Dude, passive income?" he said. "I need that. Keep my weed hustle stress-free."

They laughed, the cold air puffing from their mouths.

Up front, Chris waved Makayla forward.

"Hey, gotta size you up--c'mon, chat with us!" he said. "Let's get to know each other."

She quickened her pace, heels wobbling, and--crack--hit a patch of ice. Her legs splayed, dress riding up as she flailed backward. Chris and Adam lunged, each grabbing a hand. They yanked her upright just before her ass hit the ground. But not before her bare pussy flashed--legs wide, lips flushed against the cold, a split-second show. Her nipples hardened instantly, poking through the knit, twin peaks against the white. Chris and Adam smirked, steadying her as she brushed it off, cheeks flushed. Jon, ten feet back, caught the near-fall in his peripheral.

"Whoa," he called. "You good?"

She laughed, nodding.

"Your friends have fast reflexes--they saved me!" she said.

Jon turned back to Joe, resuming their, now intense, rental property chat. Makayla faced Chris and Adam, playful but sheepish.

"I owe you guys... and, uh, sorry for the, you know," she said.

Chris grinned, charming as ever.

"Nah, you don't owe us a thing--not after that shower performance," he said. "That was somethin'."

Her eyes widened, but still holding on to the two supportive hands to steady her gait.

"Oh my God, you saw?" she said. "Jon said you can't see through the dang glass!"

Adam chuckled.

"Guess he's showing you off," he said. "We gave him hell with our college stories--don't blame him for getting us back."

She blinked, then giggled.

"Oh my gosh, you boys and your games," she said. "Makes sense, though--I didn't think he'd be cool with me going commando, but here we are."

Chris leaned in, smooth.

"Hey, no embarrassment here," he said. "This trip's gotta get pretty damn wild before that slip and flash gets replaced as my crowning memory."

She beamed, confidence surging, thinking, "Glad I'm helping Jon shine--he's so hung up on missing college with them."

The entire group perked up to the sound of music thumping around a corner. They followed the noise and cheers until they stood outside of a lively club--crowd buzzing, lights pulsing. Pushing through the mix of lifties and spring-breakers, they snagged a table. Joe, the usual driving force of the party, returned with a bottle of Don Julio Platinum.

"My treat," he said, pouring shots.

Chris jabbed at Jon.

"C'mon, no wimping out like usual," he said.

Jon, feeling the pressure, threw back two shots fast. He grimaced but grinned, noting the unexpected smooth and fruity finish. Makayla took one, did her smile, and then turned to Jon, reaching for his hand.

"Let's go!" she said.

Tugging him to the dance floor, her nipples still sharp against the dress--divine to Jon's eyes, a perfect tease--she started gyrating her hips. She reached around Jon's neck, unaware of Chris's proud gaze. The tequila softened Jon's edges as he fixated on her sexy moves and hard nipples. Sure, others could see them too, but it'd only make them envy him more. He didn't want to ruin his newfound glory.

She pressed against him, grinding slow, then spun to face him. Her voice raised over the beat.

"Well, I think your friends like me--especially with how you're showing me off," she said. "Guess they got a little show down at the pool."

Her tone was flirty, proud to boost him up. Jon laughed, picturing Chris's tented trunks.

"Yeah, couldn't really see much from down there, but it had Chris splitting his shorts," he said. "Usually, he's dangling some babe in my face to flex."

She tilted her head, playful.

"So you liked that?" she asked.

He thought back to the toast, the praise.

"Yeah, I guess--it's all fun, no harm done," he said.

She shrugged, glancing down at her chest, and then thinking of her leg-spreading fall.

"Yeah, no harm done," she said. "Plus, they're enjoying my 'exposure'."

Jon followed her gaze--nipples poking, no bra--and smiled.

"They got a show out there and couldn't stop grinning," she added, blushing unseen under the flashing colored lights.

Still fixed on her nipples, nodding.

"Let 'em look," he said. "Hell, Chris used to send me pics, but just tits--butt naked, legs spread, rear shots, the works--just to rub in the fact I was sitting at a 9 to 5 at 19."

She smirked.

"Oh, poor you--made it by 23, got the girl," she said. "I think I'm starting to get it, let's get 'em back, right?"

"Right," he said. "Let's grab a shot."

After they both returned their plastic shot cups to the table, now both chasing with a smile, shared between each other, Makayla perked up with fresh confidence and a playful look.

"Mind if I... dance with the guys, to rub it in?" she asked, her eyes studying his.

"I like your thinking," Jon said, matching her devious look.

She danced away from her position in front of Jon, over to the closest friend, Joe. She pulled him from the group, leaving the others cheering--Chris patting Jon's back.

"She's a minx, you lucky bastard," he said.

Makayla loosened up, grinding on Joe. Her ass rolled against him. Taking the sight of it in, he stiffened fast, erection pressing through his jeans. She giggled, half-teasing, half-admonishing.

"Joe... tisk, tisk," she said.

He grinned, voice low.

"Not the first time--you had the whole group like this at the pool," he said. "Shoulda' seen Jon eating it up. Heard he told you that people can't see through the window--and even to ditch the panties tonight."

Considering the significance of the perceived deception, to get her to give a shower performance for the guys, her mind flashed to the car--Jon's "give them the same rise" line. She latched onto it with a newfound understanding of what she thought her expectations were.

"Yeah, well, he's really out to get even," she said. "Hope you don't mind if I help."

She spun, pressing her ass harder into his dick, swaying to the beat. Joe groaned, with an over-dramatic tortured look spreading across his face.

"Damn girl, I've always wanted time to go by slow on vacations, it never does, but I think if you keep this up, it will be the longest week of my life," he said.

Jon watched, smiling, buzzed and blind to Joe's bulge--his own jeans tightening. Kenzie flickered in his head--a sharp, hot sting from back then. He thought about when he'd learned she was a whore, screwing around behind his back. It was a betrayal that gutted him yet set his blood racing when his friends spilled how much they'd craved her, their lust a twisted badge he couldn't unsee. Now that same weird thrill crept up again, hearing the guys' hungry edge as they talked about Makayla. He watched her grind her perfect ass against Joe--different because she was his, unspoiled by college's wild blur. Her desirability was a purer fire he could claim without the ache of deceit.

Another shot burned down the group's throats. Makayla danced backwards, ushering the rest of the guys to join her, tipsy and bold. As they circled her, one by one, she ground against them--Chris, Adam, Justin--her ass rolling, then dropping low, forgetting her bare state. Justin muttered.

"Fuck, up close that pussy's way better than from afar," he said.

She froze mid-move, the words slicing through her buzz, but a glance at Jon--swaying, grinning, thumbs up through glassy double vision--reassured her. Drunk as hell, he couldn't process it: his friends, hard as rocks, her ass teasing their erections, her drops flashing pink between her thighs. She misread his sloppy cheer as approval, a green light to mix in a few more drops in each guy's direction.

"Jon!" she called, voice cutting through the thumping bass, her head tilting playfully.

He stumbled toward her, not falling-over drunk but ahead of the pack. A noticeable wobble marked his step. His dark hair flopped, his flannel clinging to his small frame as he closed the gap. Chris caught it, giving a holler.

"Look at that!" he said. "He's in the lead--we can't let him get away with it!"

Makayla cheered too, her green eyes glinting as she met Jon halfway. She pressed her body against his, grinding into him. Her ass rolled slow and deliberate, the tight knit of her dress hugging every curve. Those giant breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples still sharp from the entrance door's surge of mountain air, more people piling in by the second.

Jon checked in Chris's direction as he felt her hips roll against his groin. He caught the proud but, possibly, envious look Chris returned as they locked eyes in a rare mutual respect, rare for Jon that is. A buzzed impulse sparked, and Jon reached back and slapped her ass--smirking towards Chris. It landed harder than he meant. With the smirk, it almost seemed like a challenge or an invitation. Before he could backtrack, Chris's grin widened. He reached out, smacking her ass too, his big hand leaving a faint red bloom beneath the white fabric. Jon blinked, the alcohol dulling his reflex to protest--his own move had opened the door, hadn't it? Makayla spun, catching the exchange, and giggled, sultry and teasing.

"You naughty boys," she said.

Justin, beside Chris, didn't hesitate--his hand darted out. He landed a sharp slap on her cheek, the sound popping like a firecracker.

Jon's gut twisted, anger flaring through the haze. Justin--new guy, frat bro--stirred that old insecurity, the fear of being replaced.

"Whoa, buddy," he blurted, voice slurring, "you haven't earned that yet."

Not his sharpest call--the core crew took it as a misfired signal, a green light for them alone. Joe stepped up, smacking her ass with a playful grin. Adam followed, his hand lingering a beat too long. Makayla yelped, a high, flirty sound, and turned to Jon. Her voice rang loud and smoky, cutting through the noise.

"Guess I've been a naughty girl tonight!" she said.

She reached back, gripping his bulge through his jeans--hard, throbbing--confirming to herself all that she needed to know. Her touch sent a jolt through him, arousal drowning the flicker of jealousy or the need to correct the moment. "Fuck it, we're tight," he thought.

The DJ's voice boomed over the speakers, douchebag swagger on full blast.

"We got a challenge, people!" he said. "Short music clip--15 seconds. Hold a keg stand that long, you score a free beer from the keg!"

The crowd roared, their group loudest, fists pumping. Near the DJ booth, bar patrons hauled out a keg in a massive cooler. Ice packed around its silver sides, glinting under the strobe lights. The DJ called the first contender--a random dude--and the chaos kicked off. Cheers rose as the song blared. Their group pointed at Jon, hollering.

"Him!" they shouted. "Get him up there!"

Makayla clapped, humming along, and the DJ waved him over.

Jon stumbled forward, grinning, as hands grabbed him--strangers and friends flipping him upside down. His flannel bunched at his shoulders, legs hoisted high. He gripped the keg's tap, chugging as the 15-second clip pounded--some old-school hip-hop beat. Beer flooded his mouth, cold and sharp, spilling down his chin as the crowd chanted. They dropped him at the end, legs wobbly, and shoved a plastic cup of foam into his hand.

"Hell of a head rush," he gasped, staggering back to the group. He plopped onto a sticky barstool. "Need to sit."

The guys followed, laughing, settling around him to watch the next keg stands. The background cheers formed a steady hum.

The DJ leaned into the mic, all smarm.

"Only dudes so far--let's get some ladies up here!" he said.

A girl in baggy snow pants went first, flipping up awkwardly. Her form sucked--arms shaking, legs flailing--and she crashed at 10 seconds, earning boos. Then a prettier one stepped up, her knit dress tight like Makayla's, dark green against pale skin. The DJ smirked.

"Ohh, dangerous--I like it," he said.

The crowd went wild as she flipped up, dress slipping to her hips. Her legs clamped tight. A blue thong peeked out, a tame flash, and she tapped out at 10 seconds, tumbling to cheers. Joe leaned in, buzzing.

"That was awesome," he said.

Jon nodded, buzzed and loose.

"Pretty hot," he said.

Chris and Adam lit up, turning to Makayla.

"You should do it!" they said. "C'mon, that'd be wild--bet you could make the full clip!"

She shrugged, not backing down, her eyes flicking to Jon. He pictured the last girl--nothing more than a bikini reveal--and assumed Makayla's would be the same, not knowing of the earlier miscommunication.

"Hell yeah, that'd be awesome," he said, voice thick with tequila.

Her brows shot up, surprised, and she shared a glance with Chris and Adam--both mirroring her shock. All thinking he knew she was commando, a silent look passed. A nod to Jon's desire to show her off transformed into a full-fledged kink, and their group erupted, chanting her name as she strutted to the keg.

A third girl went first, another dress, flipping up as Makayla reached the sidelines. Her skirt fell, flashing a thong, and the DJ yawned.

"C'mon, nothing special!" he said.

Then, in defiance, the girl spread her legs clumsily, a decent split mid-air--her thong taut against her crotch, a bolder tease. The crowd roared, and Makayla spun back, hand to mouth in mock shock. She caught Jon leap up to cheer before flopping back down, drunk and grinning.

The girl returned to the ground after faltering at 10 seconds. Then all eyes turned to Makayla as she stepped forward. The icy crunch of the cooler's edge brushed her heeled boots, her white sweater dress glowing under the club's pulsing lights. Two burly guys crouched beside her--tattooed arms flexing, sleeves rolled up--ready to hoist her ankles at the start of the music. The DJ's voice oozed sleaze, mic crackling.

"God damn, check this bad bitch out--fucking gorgeous!" he said. "Give us a show!"

The crowd erupted, a wall of noise, as Chris, Joe, Adam, and Justin edged closer. Knowing grins plastered on their faces, they anticipated the chaos about to unfold. Makayla shot them a quick look--half-nervous, half-buzzed--then turned back to steady herself.

The guys grabbed her ankles, calloused hands firm against her skin, and flipped her up with a smooth heave. Her gymnast roots kicked in--legs arrow-straight, core tight, arms locked on the keg's rim. She balanced effortlessly, upside down, the tap shoved into her mouth as beer gushed. Cold and bitter, it spilled past her lips and dripped onto the floor. Her dress clung tight, the knit too snug to fall naturally. It hugged her hips and thighs like a second skin. A few boos rumbled through the cheers--disappointment rippling--and the DJ barked.

"Booo, boring!" he shouted.

Makayla's eyes glinted, a tequila-fueled spark, and she acted.

With a slow, deliberate flex, she split her legs--gymnast-perfect, a wide T slicing the air, her boots pointing to opposite walls. The dress bunched at her hips, fabric stretching and sliding up. There it was: her bare ass and pussy splayed in glorious, unfiltered view. The crowd detonated--screams, whistles, cups flying--beer spraying in arcs like a frat-house fountain. From the front, her pussy stole the show--pink lips parted slightly, glistening from her arousal, framed by smooth, shaved skin that caught the strobe lights in fleeting flashes. Her clit peeked out, a tiny tease, as her legs trembled just enough to hint at the effort. Behind her, the angle shifted--her ass cheeks spread naturally from the split, round and firm. The puckered ring of her asshole formed a dark asterisk above the lower curve of her pussy, still visible, still breathtaking. The distance didn't dull it; every angle screamed raw, real exposure.

Jon lurched to his feet, double vision blurring the scene. Makayla's silhouette shone as a white streak against the jumping crowd, legs wide, beer foam misting the air. He cheered, a sloppy "Woo!" ripping from his throat, assuming the roar was for a thong-clad stunt like the last girl's. Jealousy started to prickle--sharp, hot--but the alcohol smoothed it. His erection throbbed as he caught his friends' slack-jawed stares ten steps ahead, or so. Chris's jaw hung in genuine shock, Adam's eyes bugged, Joe's grin froze, and Justin muttered.

"Holy fuck," he said.

Jon's chest swelled--pride surging. Those genuine reactions revealed Makayla's display as a true novel experience, one that college hadn't offered them. The level of beauty she presented, in such an athletic and teasing pose, caused such reactions. The thought of it started to satiate Jon's immense need to feel like he didn't miss out.

The DJ, slack-jawed himself, fumbled at his soundboard. He layered a second 15-second clip over the first--some thumping EDM drop--stretching her time with ill-intent. Makayla held firm, beer streaming down her chin, soaking her hair as it dangled in wet strands. Her legs adjusted, muscles taut, but she didn't falter--ass high, pussy quivering wide. The crowd formed a writhing mass of phones snapping pics, voices howling. A guy upfront yelled.

"That's a fucking centerfold!" he shouted.

While a girl behind gasped, "What a ho!"

Locals who'd stumbled in from the cold gawked. One muttered, "Best run of the day's right here."

The air buzzed--sweat, beer, and raw lust.

At 29 seconds, the DJ bolted from his booth, all swagger and no shame. He ducked low as the clip peaked. The crowd parted just enough--his face, scruffy and smirking, plunged between her thighs. Putting his hands wide, like a gladiator entering the arena, bending over, he mocked the act of going-down on her to the cheers of the crowd. But, in a flash, he went further. His tongue swiped up in one gross, greedy lick--asshole to clit, a wet streak across her bare skin--before he popped up, mic in hand, as she snapped her legs shut and flipped down. Her boots hit the floor with a thud, dress sliding back to mid-thigh, cheeks flaming red. The crowd lost it--roars shaking the walls, cups soaring, beer splashing like rain. Jon squinted, gut twisting as he caught the DJ's quick dip--some douchey stunt, he figured, not registering the actual contact, much less the full lick. She had panties, right? He's just trying to drum up the crowd. Fuck the creep--she was his. He stumbled, plopping back onto the stool, erection straining.

The DJ crowed into the mic, voice dripping triumph.

"First lady winner, folks!" he said. "And after that, we're all winners--especially me! Keg's on the house--enjoy!"

The place exploded--patrons swarming the keg, music pounding, chaos reigning. Makayla wove back through the madness. Hands reached out to pinch, fingers trying to slip under her skirt, rarely successful. Her cheeks flushed, green eyes wide but giddy, reeling from the DJ's move. She reached their huddle, the guys circling her like wolves--Chris gave a quick pop to her butt, Adam whooping, Joe laughing, Justin still reeling.

"Hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," Chris said, voice hoarse.

"No contest," Adam added.

She glanced at Jon, searching--had she gone too far?

Jon grinned, buzzed and beaming, pulling her close.

"That was wild," he slurred, thinking of his friends' dropped jaws, and the blurry vision.

He kissed her--hard, possessive--lips tasting of beer and salt.

"So lucky to have you," he said. "Thanks for being the life of the party, just like I hoped."

She melted into him, relief washing over her, the DJ's lick fading from her mind. She'd nailed it--Jon's pride was proof. Her hand slid down, gripping his rock-hard bulge. A sly smile tugged her lips as she felt its pulse. Chris caught it, smirking.

"Guess we don't need to jump the DJ out back--Jon, you've come out of your shell, man," he said.

Adam nodded.

"Fucking epic," he said.

Jon laughed, missing the full weight, basking in the glow as Makayla hummed softly, her victory sealed.

The group spilled out of the club, a stumbling herd under Breckenridge's starry sky. Their breaths puffed white in the frigid March air. Laughter bounced off snowbanks as they hit the edge of town, the slope to Elk Ridge Lodge rising ahead--icy sidewalks glinting under streetlights. Jon lagged at the back, his flannel sodden from sweat and beer. He leaned hard on Joe's wiry frame.

"Fuck, man," he slurred, legs wobbling, "can't feel my toes."

Joe chuckled, steadying him.

"You're a champ tonight--keep it together," he said.

Up front, Makayla's heeled boots skidded on the ice. Her tight white sweater dress glowed as a beacon against the dark. She slipped once, giggling as Chris and Adam lunged, catching her arms. Her skirt hiked, flashing her bare pussy--an ever more common scene.

"Whoop!" Justin hooted.

Adam hollered, "There it is again!"

She laughed, unbothered--after baring all at the keg stand, this felt like nothing. The guys' cheers were pure play, and she hummed a tipsy pop tune, letting them steady her.

Another slip, and they caught her again--her crotch flashing anew, a quick tease of parted lips and smooth skin. But the third time, her boots betrayed her fully. She yelped, tumbling backward, landing hard on her ass with a thud, sliding. The dress bunched at her hips, exposing everything. Front-on, her pussy splayed wide, lips puffy from the chill, clit licked by the wind. Adam and Chris turned, paced in her direction, arms reaching out. She lay sprawled out, head back, wincing. Her heels were planted, knees wide. The position she found herself in after the fall mirrored one as if she'd lain down for an outdoor quickie--a sight very appreciated by her white knights keen on rescuing her. She enjoyed their hungry looks, knowing that Jon's desires for her teasing were slowly satisfying his need for revenge. With a quick lift, they planted her back on her feet, exchanging compliments of the view and her toughness. Emboldened by yet another shocking display she found herself in, and the playful, yet hungry response from the friends, she felt no need to exchange the firm hold of their steadying hands for the risky freedom needed to readjust her skirt. She let it remain bunched up by her waist. From behind, the bottom half of her round cheeks, covered in melting snow, popped out from beneath her skirt. Darkness shrouded the small amount of pussy you could see from behind, through her magnificent thigh gap.

Chris grinned, voice low and teasing.

"Guess we'll be seeing a lot of this pussy this trip," he said. "I swear, it's like the first time every time. I'm either finding some spring-breaker hoe to get with this week, or I'll be jerking it to this memory. Hell, after a few more nights of this, I might have to whip it out and have a wank."

His tone was all play, no push--just bait to rile her. From behind, Jon squinted through his haze. He caught only the bottom half of her bare ass cheeks peeking below the bunched fabric--round.

"Dayum, girl, look at that ass!" he shouted, voice thick with booze.

Makayla took it as a green light, hips swaying as they held her. Her skirt stayed up, pussy still bare to the front.

She smirked, glancing at Chris.

"I've enjoyed tonight with all of this... exposure--I always got tickled posting booty pics and watching my followers skyrocket on Insta, but shown anything like this to the world," she said.

Now whispering, playfully for effect, "I guess it turns me on a'lil."

Her voice hushed, sheepish but bold, then she leaned into his jerk-off jab.

"Jon's surprising us all this week," she said. "Imagine his friends' dicks out, wanking to me baring it."

Chris shared the laugh and continued the topic on.

"Believe it or not, we've shared a girl before--briefly," he said.

Makayla's jaw dropped.

"What?!" she exclaimed. "Tell me more--that Kenzie girl?"

"Yeah," Chris said, rubbing his hands for warmth as they paused. "She dated Jon a while. We didn't know--she was always at our parties, total slut. Adam and I Eiffel-towered her a few times, even. Then she posted an Insta pic with Jon, and it clicked."

Makayla winced.

"Oh no, that must've sucked," she said.

Chris shrugged.

"He took it well--tried to work it out," he said. "Said he dumped her, so we kept railing her when we were smashed. Turns out he stayed with her a month longer, so we were all fucking her together. Shows how tight we are, haha. One time, she even told me to fuck her ass 'cause she had a date with Jon after."

Makayla blinked, stunned.

"Wow, you guys are wild," she said. "Guess this all makes sense now."

They let go of her arms to blow warm air into their chilled hands. She almost immediately slipped again--lurching forward, reaching out. Her hands missed their arms, landing instead on Chris and Adam's crotches. Her fingers curled around their dicks through thick jeans. They groaned in pain, from reflex, but then burst out laughing. They hoisted her up as she grinned.

"If she'd rather hold our dicks for support than hands, she can," Adam teased, eyeing her still-exposed pussy--lips glistening, a continued tease.

She quipped back.

"Same size as your wrists anyway--might just work!" she said.

Laughter echoed up the slope.

Freezing, they reached the lodge, snow crunching underfoot. Makayla finally tugged her dress down, shivering.

"I can't feel my pussy lips--completely numb," she said.

The guys roared, doubled over, and Chris smirked.

"Pool time--warm that up," he said.

Jon, just staggering in with Joe, mumbled, "Can't make the stairs to change," and veered outside.

He dove into the heated pool--clothes and all--flannel billowing as he hit the water with a splash. Steam rose around him.

"Fuck yeah!" Joe yelled, and they all followed--Chris, Adam, Justin, Makayla--leaping in fully dressed. Water sloshed over the edges.

They huddled in the deep end, steam curling off the surface, a warm cocoon against the night. Jon's hand darted out, pinching Makayla's butt through her soaked dress--a firm squeeze, water squishing under his fingers. She yelped, playful, and Chris mirrored it, also receiving a playful yelp. Jon registered it, barely--thinking of earlier with accidental unspoken invitation to an ass slap from friends setting a new tone. Makayla's hand slid under the water, gripping Jon's bulge again, voice husky.

"I'm all worked up--maybe you can fix that," she said.

Jon slurred back.

"I think I'd like that, if I don't knock myself out trying to walk up the stairs to bed," he said, his head spinning.

She laughed, leaning in.

"When I fell that last time, can you believe I reached out blindly and ended up smacking their crotches trying to catch myself?--almost broke them off in this cold," she said.

Jon snorted, finding the image of an unexpected nut shot to his friends funny.

"Well, you're in bed with me tonight, and my dick is just about thawed, no risk of breaking," he said.

She swam closer, kissing him--slow, tequila-sweet, her tongue brushing his. He pulled back, dizzy.

"Gonna lay back--the world is spinning," he said.

He paddled to the shallow sun shelf, deep enough to stay under the warm protection of the water, yet allowing his head to rest on a pool mat like a pillow. His eyes fluttered shut.

Makayla climbed out, waterlogged dress dragging. The knit top dropped low, succumbing to the water-logged weight. Her tits spilled free--full, perky, nipples a light brown and hard from the cold, gleaming wet under the pool lights. She yelped, laughing, and tugged it up as the guys whooped.

"Thank you!" Justin called.

"Best trip ever!" Chris echoed.

She waved them off, humming, and dragged the beer case to the pool's edge--sloshing cans glinting silver. Buzzed hard, she hunched over, jogging carefully to the steps, slick underfoot. Chris steadied her, smirking.

"Got a pole to grab so you won't slip," he said.

She cackled, faking a stumble--"Oh, look, I'm slipping!"--and grabbed his dick through his jeans, a firm squeeze under the water. Cheers erupted, perking Jon up--eyes cracking open, a slurred "Ha... ha... ha" before they shut again.

The play escalated--hands darting under the surface, pinching her butt, yelps echoing. She retaliated, pinching their dicks through denim--quick, teasing grabs. Her fingers found Chris's head, a sharp tweak, and he bellowed.

"Ahh, fuck, that hurt!" he groaned loud, half-laughing.

Jon stirred, blinking.

"What?" he asked. "Makayla, you good?"

Chris clutched himself, dramatic.

"Is she good?" he said. "She pinched my dick head--might be bleeding!"

Jon chuckled.

"Bet you deserved it," he said, and sank back, eyes closing.

Makayla swam up, sultry, giggling.

"Oh, here, let me make it better," she said.

One hand gripped his shaft, the other rubbed the head slow and firm through the fabric--water rippling around her wrists. Chris groaned.

"Ohh, yeah, that's nice," he said, head tipping back.

Justin, eager for the same treatment, pinched her butt hard--a stinging grab. She yelped.

"Ow, Justin, damn, that fucking hurt!" she cried.

Jon perked up at her cry, not clocking the cause, just hearing her call out Justin.

"Justin, stop--don't touch," he slurred, echoing his earlier correction.

Justin groaned.

"Damnit, hate being the new guy," he said, and they laughed, taking it as a pass for the core crew.

Adam and Joe swam up, pinching her butt lightly--playful, quick--then she pinched their dicks, rubbing them after, a teasing cycle under the steam.

Chris, catching his breath, grinned.

"That keg stand--fucking insane, I mean, aside from your beautiful pussy, the athleticism was impressive," he said.

Makayla beamed, buzzed.

"Did gymnastics from 4 to 16--why felt drawn to trying out the whole fitfluencer thing," she said.

He nodded, eyes glinting.

"Recreate it--c'mon," he said.

She smirked, liking the sexy edge.

"Oh, you boys, fine," she said, swimming to the pool's edge. She gripped the rounded stone's lip.

Her dress clung, soaked and heavy, outlining her ass as she pulled herself up. Water streamed off her.

"But I'm way more drunk now--what if I fall back?" she asked.

The same response flashed through each guy's mind, but Chris beat them to it. His voice was gravelly with a grin.

"I'll stand there to catch you if you fall," he said.

Makayla tilted her head, wet hair clinging to her cheeks, and smirked.

"Ohh, aren't you sweet," she said.

She gripped the pool's edge, water sloshing around her hips. She hoisted herself up, the soaked sweater dress dragging like a lead curtain. Kneeling there, she glanced at Adam across the pool.

"Adam, can you grab me my beer?" she asked.

He nodded, swimming over with a can glinting in the dim light. Water rippled behind him.

As she waited, her green eyes drifted upward to the grand shower window--a giant bright rectangle looming above, lights still on. Its earlier clarity burned into her memory.

"Wow," she mused aloud, "you guys must've got the full show--quite a clear view."

Joe chuckled.

"Fucking great show," he said.

Justin added, "Prime seats."

Adam reached her, extending the beer. She took it, swigging deep--cold fizz cutting through the tequila haze. She set it aside a few feet, aluminum clinking on the stone, then shifted. She planted both hands to her left, fingers splayed away from the pool. With a clumsy push, she tried cartwheeling from her seated perch into a handstand--legs wobbling up, then crashing back as the wet dress clung, heavy and awkward.

Laughter erupted--Chris jeering.

"Not a real gymnast!" he taunted.

Adam piled on.

"Can't even do it!" he said.

She huffed, playful defiance sparking.

"Fine," she snapped, grabbing the dress's hem. She peeled it off in one sodden tug--fabric slapping the deck, revealing her naked body.

Olive skin gleamed wet, her giant breasts bouncing free. Her nipples stood dark and taut from the night's chill, her pussy bare and smooth but hidden between her legs.

"Guess you got the full show up there already," she said, nodding at the window.

Cheers exploded--Joe whooping, Justin clapping, Adam's "Hell yeah!" ringing out.

Nude now, lighter, she repositioned--ass perched on the edge, hands firm on the stone edge. With a deep breath, she kicked up--legs soaring straight, core locked, a perfect handstand. Her brunette hair dangled, brushing the deck. Water dripped from her thighs. The guys cheered, a wild chorus, and Adam grinned.

"Gotta recreate the scene!" he said.

They chimed in, "Booo, boring!" mimicking the club's taunt.

Makayla's lips curled into an upside-down smile, eyes glinting. She flexed--legs splitting wide, a flawless T slicing the air. Her pussy splayed front and center--pink lips parted, glistening wet from pool water and her own heat, clit a tiny but prominent tease catching the light. From behind, her ass cheeks spread naturally--round, firm--as Chris cherished the full display.

Chris stepped up, shivering slightly from the full exposure to the cold. He mocked the DJ's sleaze.

"Wow, look at this beautiful girl, hold that pose for 30 seconds to win," he said. "I've got zero chance in hell with her, but I'm still gonna yap on like I have a chance!"

He puffed out his chest, mimicking the scrunched lips and furrowed brow look the DJ wore the entire night, bringing laughter from the crowd. He mimicked his DJ Khaled style, immobile, and half-assed dance moves, while holding a pretend mic. Makayla chuckled, voice shaky from the pose.

"Uh oh, I think I know what's next," she said.

Chris caught her cue, grin widening, and leaned in--face plunging between her thighs. His tongue darted straight into the hole of her pussy, diving deep, stretching as far as it could go--hot, wet, probing her slick walls. She yelped, a high-pitched squeal, arms trembling as the guys cheered.

"Make her fall, make her fall!" they shouted.

Her legs quivered, muscles straining. They shouted, "10 seconds left!"

She grit her teeth, holding the split, squeaks escaping as his tongue swirled inside her--hot jolts sparking up her spine, pussy clenching around his tongue.

Chris pulled back, lips hovering just above her slit. His breath felt hot on her skin.

"Wow, impressed--you haven't fallen," he said. "Let me give it my best."

He dove again, mouth latching onto her clit--sucking hard, tongue flicking fast, a relentless assault. She moaned, loud and raw. Her handstand started to buckle. Her legs snapped in, wrapping his head tight--thighs clamping his ears, the split collapsing as she steadied herself, still upright on her hands.

"Cheating!" Joe yelled, laughing, but they leaned back, watching. Cocks stirred in their wet jeans.

Her eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back, moans rolling out--sharp, needy--as Chris devoured her clit. Lips smacked, tongue relentless. The countdown was forgotten. For over a minute, he worked her--her pussy pulsing, wet heat flooding--until her orgasm hit. She screamed.

"Oh fuck!" she cried--legs squeezing tighter, hips bucking against his face. Juices slicked his chin and dripped down her stomach towards the underside of her boobs as she came hard, a shuddering, quaking mess.

Chris, dick bulging straight out, kept sucking until she locked him in, yanking him forward. He somersaulted over her into the pool, dragging her--still attached to his face--with a splash. Water erupted as they plunged under.

They surfaced, grinning, steam curling around them. Makayla wiped her face, laughing.

"Think Chris won that one," she said.

He nodded, smug.

"Damn right," he said.

She teased.

"But the DJ licked me for one second and made me cum--you took, what, two minutes?" she said.

Laughter boomed--Joe doubling over, Adam snorting. Justin piped up.

"Try again--I'll steady you," he said.

Makayla smirked.

"Yeah, right, buddy," she said. "Think Jon'd prefer one of the others first."

She waved off their eager looks.

"Anyway, my arms are cooked," she said.

Chris peeled off his soaked jeans and shirt, tossing them out with a wet slap. He stood naked beneath the water--cock thick, full-mast, swinging free.

"Finally, I'm not the only brave one," she quipped, playful.

The others followed--Justin, Adam, Joe stripping down. Clothes piled on the deck, cocks bobbing as they jumped back in, water splashing high.

They took turns climbing out and diving back in--muscular frames glistening, dicks slapping thighs. Makayla's eyes traced them. Chris's was long, veiny; Adam's thick, curved; Joe's lean, twitching; Justin's broad, heavy. Impressive, she thought, humming softly--her own jump earning the loudest cheers, tits bouncing, ass rippling as she cannonballed back in. They swam tight, poking and prodding--fingers brushing her hips, her thighs. Chris grinned.

"Got you off--you owe me somethin'," he said, wagging his dick underwater, dragging it intentionally across her waist.

She arched a brow, tone firm but light.

"In your dreams, lover boy," she said.

He shrugged.

"Guess it'll be from memory tonight," he said, hinting at jerking off to her nudity.

She giggled, shrugging, and swam to Jon.

At the sun shelf, she climbed onto her hands and knees--water streaming off her, ass high. Her pussy splayed wide from behind, lips parted naturally, pink and slick, asshole a tight shadow above--the guys' eyes locked on, cocks hardening even more. She crawled slow, deliberate, hips swaying. Her tits dangled heavy, nipples brushing the shallow water's surface. Reaching Jon, she found him out cold, but still hard--dick tenting his wet jeans, a rigid outline. She turned back to the open-mouthed, gawking men, smirking at Chris.

"Maybe you won't need to use your memory," she said.

Her fingers fumbled with Jon's fly, undoing it as he stirred. His eyes cracked open.

"Whoa, what're you doing?" he mumbled, voice thick.

"Can't go in wet--we'll track water everywhere," she said, tugging his jeans.

"Oh, haha, yeah, good idea," he slurred, lazily lifting his hips.

She slid them off, his dick springing free--shaft breaking the water's surface, thick and veiny. The head stood purple-red, pulsing. She straddled his thighs, legs splaying wide--pussy hovering over his kneecaps, wet lips spread open, glistening for the guys' stunned gazes. Now, out of the water, they drifted apart, sinking into chairs with distance between themselves. Naked, silent, they fixated on her ass as their hands gripped their cocks, stroking slow.

Makayla peeked back over her shoulder, catching the guys' ravenous stares--eyes dark with lust, locked on her naked form. She swayed her hips slow and deliberate, ass rolling side to side like a pendulum. Her pussy winked with each shift--lips parting slightly, a slick glimmer catching the pool lights. Water lapped at her knees as she leaned down. Her breath felt hot against Jon's throbbing cock. She wrapped her lips around him--tongue swirling over the swollen head, lapping up the salty bead of pre-cum that oozed from his slit. The taste coated her tastebuds, sharp and musky, as she sucked him in deeper. Her cheeks hollowed with the effort. Jon groaned, stirring from his haze, eyes fluttering half-open under the weight of booze.

"Oh, baby," he purred, voice thick and slurred.

She pulled off just enough to murmur.

"Do you like that?" she asked--her lips brushing his tip, slick with spit--then dove back, sucking harder.

"Yes, yes," he rasped, pausing to grunt as she took him deeper still. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth filled the steamy air--gluck, gluck, gluck--a filthy symphony.

"Your show tonight got me so turned on--I love how my friends look at you," he said. "The splits on the keg, that was, uh, wild."

She popped off, grinning wickedly, egging him on.

"Yeah?" she said. "Liked them drooling over me?"--then plunged back down, sucking with fierce intent. Her tongue flicked the underside of his shaft as her throat tightened around him.

Glancing back again, she saw the guys jerking off--hands pumping fast and desperate. Cocks flushed red and glistened with pre-cum, veins bulging as their eyes devoured her bent-over form. Chris's long shaft glistened, Adam's thick curve pulsed, Joe's lean length twitched, and Justin's broad meat throbbed--all fixated on her ass and the pussy peeking beneath. She laughed mid-suck, a muffled giggle vibrating against Jon's dick, then pulled off with a wet pop. She thought, "They're so worked up, wet and freezing--crazy bastards." Heat surged in her core, a molten pulse between her thighs. She reached back--fingers sinking slow and deep into her pussy, two digits stretching her tight, velvet walls. The squelching was immediate--wet, obscene, a lewd counterpoint to Jon's ragged moans as her juices coated her hand, dripping in thin threads to the water below.

"Jon," she purred, voice low and sultry, "your friends are watching me suck you off--look pretty jealous. Hot, right?"

He groaned, hips twitching.

"Ohh, yeah, that'd be hot," he said.

She sucked again, then paused. Her breath teased his tip.

"Is it okay if they also watch me finger my pussy?" she asked.

His moan deepened, a guttural rumble.

"That would be so hot," he said.

She grinned, sinking her fingers deeper, then pressed on, husky and teasing.

"Is it hot that I'm watching them stroke their cocks while I suck you?" she asked.

Jon's eyes rolled, a slurred response slipping out.

"That'd be wild," he said.

She resumed--lips tight, sucking him down to the base. Her free hand cupped his balls just beneath the water's surface, rolling them gently as they tightened.

She smirked around his cock, sucking harder--tongue tracing the ridge of his head, then dipping low to lap at his balls. The water felt warm against her chin. She pulled off, spit stringing from her lips to his tip.

"Think it'll make them cum, me on display, taking care of you, wishing they were in your place?" she asked.

"Oh, ya," he moaned.

She plunged back, sucking fierce--throat constricting, gagging softly as her fingers pistoned her pussy. Wet slaps echoed off the pool's surface like a drumbeat. Her juices slicked her inner thighs, a glossy sheen as she fucked herself harder, knuckles brushing her clit with each thrust.

"They really like watching me take care of myself... taking care of you," she gasped, pulling off to stroke him fast. Her fist moved in a blur around his shaft as she watched his lips respond.

"Uh huh," he said.

Leaning closer to him, she whispered for effect.

"They're not far away--wouldn't it be hot if they all got off?" she said.

Jon's head lolled, moans spilling out.

"Yeah, yeah, it'd be so hot--ohh, keep going, I'm almost..." he said.

The guys advanced like zombies, drawn by her voice--Joe and Adam halting at the pool's far edge, 10 feet away. Cocks in hand, they stroked slow and mesmerized. Chris crept along the left, 8 feet out, closing in on the sun shelf's curve, his long dick bobbing with each step. Justin, boldest, stepped onto the shelf--ankle-deep, 3 feet away--his broad cock pumping furiously, pre-cum beading at the tip. Makayla splayed her legs wider, pussy gaping--pink and drenched, lips swollen as she drove her fingers deep. She stared at Justin's meaty shaft, the closest and clearest in her lust-hazed sight.

"Mmm," she purred, voice dripping sex, "what if they get closer and closer? I'll have to fuck myself harder to cum before they get here--or I might just let Justin cum all over me. Would that turn you on?"

Jon moaned, grinding his hips, humping into her mouth.

"Ohh, yeah, that would be... no, no, Justin," he rasped, conflicted but lost in the heat.

She shot Justin a stern side-eye--his rhythm faltered, but he stayed put. He pumped harder, a silent promise of a tantrum later.

Jon's cock throbbed against her tongue as she sucked him down. His hips bucked lightly--grinding into her face. She paused, pulling off to jerk him fast, her hand slick with spit and water.

"Are you gonna cum in my mouth while I finger myself and let your friends shoot all over me?" she asked.

Jon's groan was primal.

"Uhh, oh my God, that would be sooo..." he said.

She locked eyes with Chris, now 3 feet away--his cock an arm's length from her, long and veiny, pumping hard as he stared at her splayed holes. Joe and Adam flanked him, having crossed the pool. Their cocks stood rigid--Joe's lean shaft twitching, Adam's thick curve pulsing--fixated on her pussy and asshole, glistening and exposed. She leaned forward, sticking her ass out higher--cheeks parting wider, pussy dripping, asshole a tight wink above--and spoke into Jon's dick, like a microphone. Her voice was a sultry growl.

"So it'd be hot if they wanted to fuck me so bad they couldn't help but just shoot all over me--head to toe--while I suck your cock and fuck myself?" she said.

She plunged her lips back down. Jon grabbed her head with both hands, bucking hard--his 6" cock slamming the entrance of her throat as he came. Thick ropes erupted, hot and salty, flooding her mouth.

"Oh, baby, I love how you get them riled up--that would be so hot--oh fuck!" he gasped, hips jerking as he emptied his seed into her, as well as the last remaining will to remain semi-conscious.

Makayla held his cum, not swallowing yet--lips sealed, swirling it with her tongue as he slumped back. His eyes closed, head lolling on the mat. She laid her head on Jon's thigh, panting through her flaring nose, fingers still buried deep--her pussy a pulsing, beautiful mess. With Jon's dick no longer a focus, her senses became amplified. She grew keenly aware of the four sets of eyes burning into her skin. Peeking behind--Chris, Joe, and Adam now three feet away, Justin still perched on the shelf, all jerking furiously--she replaced the mental image of her surroundings with the raw, real sight. Subconsciously, it caused her to slip a third finger inside herself.

The lewd, rhythmic squelches from her fingers, almost unbecoming of her usual elegant displays, provided a sultry undertone. They formed a sensual accompaniment to the sweeter melody of her soft, elegant moans. Together, these lewd squelches and melodic moans intertwined seamlessly into something beyond the collective experience these young men held. The sounds rose like delicate notes atop the deeper, baser rhythm below, captivating them even more. They no longer merely watched; the lewd but graceful harmony elevated their fixation from visual enchantment to a deeper, more visceral connection--enthralling them fully within the intimate, erotic symphony she performed.

Observing the effect and control she had, her own lust took over fully as she swayed her ass toward her audience. She gyrated--hips rolling in slow, seductive circles, pussy stretching wide, asshole yawning then clenching with the thrusts of her fingers. Her moans continued to sing through the crisp air as she lost herself in the night's lust-soaked haze. They finally combined with the men's, one by one, as they climaxed. Adam, first to surrender to the sight, grunted loud. His cum arced in a forceful rope, splattering her side, then aimed higher--his last spurt hitting her cheek, ear, and lips, a warm streak sliding across her cold face. Then Joe, directly behind Makayla, angled his cock at her asshole--cum blasting out, white jets coating the yawning ring. It trickled down her crack, pooling over her pussy lips and busy fingers. Instinctively, her fingers switched to her clit--rubbing fast, with fresh cum slicking her fingers, a hot, slippery lube as she moaned louder, hips bucking. Justin grunted, cum shooting onto the sun shelf's stone edge--thick, pearly globs splattering at his own feet.

Only one remained. Waiting for Chris's warmth to spray over her skin, her senses turned toward him. She heard a growl.

"I want to see your beautiful face," he said.

She grinned, shifting to kneel--facing him, thighs spread. Joe's cum dripped between her legs as she rubbed her clit, teetering on the edge.

"Tilt your head back--like in the shower, rinsing your face," he urged, voice soft and sexy.

She smirked, sultry, mimicking the pose--wet hair cascading back, nearly frozen, eyes closing as she opened her mouth. She revealed Jon's cum still pooled on her tongue. Chris came--his first powerful shot firing straight into her mouth, mingling with Jon's load, hot and bitter. Her orgasm hit--thighs shaking, pussy clenching as her moans became a scream--cum-soaked fingers grinding her clit, body quaking as waves crashed through her. Chris's next spurts landed on her nose and lips, warm streaks painting her face. She closed her lips, swallowing both loads to enhance her orgasm--salty, thick, a double hit sliding down her throat as she continued to quake. Riding out the final few seconds of her orgasm, she brought her cum-slick hand up. She scooped Adam's from her cheek, Chris's from her nose, pushing the mess into her mouth for a quick resurgence of her waning climax.

She slumped, breathless.

"Wow, that was fuckin' hot," she said, then turned to Jon. "What do you think, baby?"--only to see him out cold.

"Oh my God, he's out again!" she laughed, awkwardness stinging until the guys chuckled too. They shivered as the cold bit back.

They returned to the depths of the pool, warming up briefly before climbing out to towel off.

"Thanks, Makayla--best night ever," Joe said. "That show? Unreal."

Adam nodded.

"Fucking gorgeous," he said.

They headed inside. Justin, still drying off, bitched about unfairness.

"Didn't get to cum on her--bullshit," he said, trudging off.

Turning away from Justin, Chris smirked at Makayla.

"You're nuts," he said.

He offered to help lug Jon upstairs, then proceeded--a clumsy, giggling ordeal as they hauled his limp frame. Makayla noted Chris's long, sexy cock swaying next to Jon's smaller, but still cute in its own way. Jon stirred, eyes cracking open, peering at Chris's cock, mumbling.

"Naked? Why are we...." he asked.

Chris jumped in grinning.

"Wet clothes brother--you didn't want everyone tracking water," he said.

"Ohh, yeah," Jon slurred, hand groping between Makayla's legs--fingers brushing her cum-slick pussy, lights bright overhead baring all. "I love this pussy... Can finally see...," he muttered.

She grimaced, then rolled her eyes.

"No no, honey, it's covered in cum," she said, pulling his hand away as he poked, confused.

"What?" he mumbled.

They plopped him on the nearest side of the bed, her side--he passed out instantly. She shrugged.

"Oh boy, he's going to be hurtin' tomorrow," she said.

Chris stepped up for a hug, then paused--cum still streaked her face, ass, thighs. He pinched her nipple instead, playful, and she grabbed his half-hard cock--feigning wobbliness. They both laughed as they reshared the early joke from her slip and falls.

"This week's gonna get wild, huh?" he said.

She winked.

"Let's see where Jon takes us," she said, crawling from the foot of the bed into Jon's side. She looked over her shoulder to revel in Chris's enjoyment of her actions. Finally plopping down onto a pillow, she was out, almost instantly.

Chris smirked at the cum glistening on her ass, dripping between her legs. He flicked off the lights and left--door clicking shut behind him.