Chapter 109: Hot Tub Party; a Tit in Each Hand

Sunday, April 24, 2005 (Continued)

I entered the hot tub room with a non-specific apology loaded up and ready to speak, but there was no one in the room. I could hear loud music and laughter coming from the Guys' Room, so that's presumably where everyone was. Julia's instructions had been for me to strip and get into the hot tub. She'd even said to do so even if there was no one in the room. But I was ten minutes later than she expected, so did that change anything? Also, should I stick my head through the door and announce my arrival? And if so, before or after I stripped? I wouldn't normally have worry so much, but I feared Julia might be upset at my delay, and get even more so when Carol and Donna didn't turn up for however long it took inexperienced Donna to get control of herself. Perhaps only Carol would come down soon if Donna needed longer to get herself looking innocent and decent. That fear upped the stakes on my decision.

I decided to do literally what Julia had told me to do. That way the worst that could happen would be that I'd be accused of being late and stupid for not letting her know I was here. If I did something else, and it was the wrong thing, then I'd be guilty of being late, stupid AND disobedient. I stripped, took the packets of rubbers out of my pockets and put them into the cubbyhole behind my clothes. Then I got into the tub. Just as I my ass hit the seat I flashed to the image of Andrew or Robert having sex with his girlfriend in this tub. I looked at the water suspiciously, but couldn't see anything untoward: no used rubbers floating in it, for example. I REALLY wish Julia hadn't mentioned that about The Boys.

I momentarily worried that Carol and Donna would arrive while no one else was here. That wouldn't fit Julia's plan, would it? But then I realized that Julia was bound to spot that I was here long before Carol got Donna calmed down enough to leave the bedroom.

A minute or so later I suddenly remembered the bubbles. Maybe if I turned the jets on Julia might hear them? Nope, not over the noise coming from the other room. I turned them on anyway, as they'd hide my nakedness, making me feel much more comfortable. Since none of the girls were naked in the tub already, I feared they might have already discussed their getting naked and had rejected it, so it'd be best if I played safe by hiding under bubbles.

What a pity TK doesn't work out of sight to the extent I'd need to be able to tap Julia's shoulder from here. I couldn't tell from here where Julia was, including where her shoulders were, so my invisible fingertips would have to blindly feel their way around the room, finding girls, and then feeling them up to find out if they were Julia, which would certainly increase the noise level coming from that room. It was a stupid thought, but I was nervous and not sure how to kill time. While I was trying to think of something sensible to think about, I remembered blobs, and I wondered whether blobs worked underwater. Not that I had any need for the knowledge, I just wondered. [Underwater blobbing turned out to be surprisingly useful, but that's not for quite a while yet.]

I turned off the jets so I could see what I was doing, then tried creating a dim light blob in the water between my knees. It created no worries at all. I canceled it and was happy for a second, until I remembered refraction. The air/water boundary bends our sight, so where I see my knees isn't physically where they are. So the blob should've been created in the wrong place. Except maybe it was created in a place with the same refraction error as my knees, but refraction made them both appear to be in their right places. Or maybe my proximity sense and/or sense of the locations of my own body parts had influenced the experiment? I had only just started thinking this problem through (I was sure a real genius would have comprehended the situation immediately) when I heard Julia's voice say, "Ah good, you're here."

I looked up to see Julia in the open doorway between the two rooms. I said, "I'm sorry I took so long. We got talking and it took a lot longer than..."

"Don't worry about it." That was a relief. I only had to worry about my sisters' arrival times now. Julia continued, "I used the time to finish..."

Some of the other girls had walked up behind Julia, and one of them turned around and yelled, "Mark's in the pool." The group that I could see started walking into the room, with Julia walking in front of them, continuing to talk with me. More and more girls followed. Unfortunately, and I mean this with utmost sincerity, they were all fully dressed.

" ... my little talk about your Intellectual, Physical and Emotional aspects. They say they've got a better idea of your value now."

One of the girls walking close behind Julia turned and yelled back, "MARK'S NAKED, and you can see EVERYTHING!"

#4: <Argh! Who's the DUMMY who turned off the bubbles and forgot to turn them back on again? Is it too late to do it... >

It's a good thing Julia had stepped to the side, because she would have been killed if she stood in the way of the twenty four insane girls stampeding for the best viewing spots around the hot tub.

One of the girls asked, "Please move your hand, Mark." ALL the other girls thought that was an excellent suggestion, judging by the number and volume of the echoes it received.

I moved my hand. Just not the one they wanted, and my action wasn't considered to be at all humorous. "No! Move your LEFT hand." | "We want to see all of you." | "Stand up so we can see you better." | And several more indecent requests, none of which I liked or complied with.

I was surprised that some of these girls hadn't been crushed in the stampede and their bodies pushed into the pool to float lifelessly face down. I waited for a few seconds, hoping this would happen so I could use their bodies for cover, but I had no such luck. After several more requests, I heard Julia's voice from somewhere over the back, "You might as well stand up and give them a good look, Mark. You won't get any peace until they've seen enough."

"Yeah, stand up," x 24. Probably x 25, knowing Julia.

Surrendering to the inevitable (which is whatever Julia tells me to do), I stood, removing my hand as I did, as that was inevitable too. Intellectually, I've now accepted that my body is pretty damned good. But there's a big difference between being that acceptance, and being the center of attention of twenty-odd sex-crazed, shameless, teenaged perverts.

Who make comments.

And demand that I "twirl". I hate twirling. Especially as I knew what was going to happen. I surrendered to more of that inevitable stuff, and twirled. As dreaded: "Wow, look at his ass." All the girls who weren't already looking at my ass must have been too busy looking at the flying pigs.

"Turn around again."

"{Sigh}." I turned.

"Flex your muscles."

I flexed.

"Bend over."

#2: <WHAT!>

I did NOT bend over!

The 'fun and games' had been going strong for a couple of minutes (going on months), when I heard a strong, "Excuse me."

The side of the crowd parted a little, and a naked Pat and Lily quickly stepped up onto the raised platform around the tub, then into the tub. Wordlessly they flanked me, then pulled me down so we were all sitting. They put their arms around me and started kissing me.

#1: <Now THAT'S what I call "stealing a march"!>

#2: <Look at the expressions on the other girls' faces. They're horrified at the magnitude of Pat and Lily's triumph.>

#4: <Or horrified they didn't think of it first. Oh boy, here they go.>

The last mass stripping that I'd seen (also the only other one I'd ever seen), had been a stop-go event as each girl checked out whether she needed to take more off. This was all "go": clothes were FLYING off. All the girls were standing in a fairly tight group, as the hot tub is built into a corner of the room, so they were pressed in fairly tight against about half the circumference of the tub, and were lined three or so girls deep around it. They went from all leaning forward in a tight group to look into the tub, to all wanting to strip as fast as possible. It was a total mess.

I couldn't see well, especially as I had two girls who were eager to get as many kisses from me as they could before the number of competitors jumped drastically. but I did catch glimpses of the circus, heard thuds and grunts as a couple of the girls were pushed over, heard the ouches as girl A's elbow dug into girl B's whatever. I imagine an elbow into the whatever is very painful, especially at the speed they were moving.

I'd previously learned that when girls get undressed, each item is very carefully hung up or folded and placed away; because - as we all know - clothes are very important to girls. Apparently not the clothes girls wear when they go bowling. I had trouble seeing the girls through the storm of clothes flying through the air. They landed all over the place: in the tub, on the floor, on top of other girls (who were extremely annoyed at the delay caused by having to pick the item up and throw it away). Clothes ended up everywhere except in the cubbyholes that'd been built for them.

The first of the strippers cheated. She had both hands behind her back to undo her bra, and still had her panties on, when she tipped headfirst into the tub. Whether it was some sort of deliberate kamikaze-like dive, or she was pushed, I don't know, but I quickly grabbed her before major harm could be done. I pulled her head above water and opened my mouth to inquire how her day was going, but my mouth was swamped by the splash from the next girl leaping into the tub.

After that things got a bit chaotic.

More and more girls piled into the tub and headed straight for me. I rapidly had to change my concerns away from protecting the girls, to protecting myself! I sat down and pulled Lily and Pat in front of me, using them as human shields (a very recent addition to the job function of Liaisons). They fended off the man-eating marine life for me, laughing to themselves. I'm glad someone thought this was funny!

Far, far later than should've been the case, I heard Julia starting to yell for order, interspersed with her laughter. "GIRLS! GIRLS! Haha. Girls, calm yourselves. Haha. This is very funny, but the tub's not big enough to hold all of you. There are too many in it already, so there's no point the rest of you trying. We'll be here for another three hours so you've got plenty of time."

Most of the movement had stopped. The comparative silence was welcome, as was the cessation of girls trying to pull my arms, head and another important appendage from my body. They hadn't actually gotten hold of that important little piece of me (at the moment it was very little, in terror), but I had no trouble imagining the consequences if they did.

Julia called, "I see that nearly all of you have at least partially stripped. I thought most of you were more modest than that, so you might start feeling uncomfortable. I talked about this a few minutes ago, but I'll repeat it again. Don't let peer pressure - or what looked like temporary madness - cause you to do something that you'll be unhappy about tomorrow. Make your individual decisions on how much, or how little, you wish to wear. If you feel uncomfortable, and IF you can find your clothes in this mess, put whatever you want back on. Mark likes sexy girls, and he definitely likes naked, sexy girls, but you should do what YOU like." A couple of the shyer (i.e., soon to be eliminated) girls started searching for their clothes.

^-- "Can [Julia named two of the girls] tidy up the clothes please. Fold them up and put each person's in a cubbyhole. Panties and bras just pile up somewhere unless you know which cubbyhole they go in. All the clothes which have been dirtied or got wet, put in a pile over there and I'll get Mom to run them through the washer and dryer for us. Also, in the future, would NONE of you EVER ask to borrow any of my clothes again; you are all VERY irresponsible! Haha." Even I laughed at that. The first time I'd laughed for a while.

^-- "Thank you all very much for letting me watch one of the funniest things I've EVER seen. It was hysterical, especially the look on Mark's face. The poor boy was sure he was going to get drowned under a pile of naked, hysterical girls. What a way for a boy to go! He'd be more famous than Einstein just for that alone! Haha." More laughter from the girls.

#1: <Remember that we're not supposed to be ogling anyone, so we'd better stop! Julia wants us to be low-key and a gentleman, until the sex starts anyway. We CAN'T make a big deal about looking at their bodies.>

#4: <Argh!>

Julia was still in management mode: "Laila and Hannah, I'm glad to see you've entered into the spirit of the afternoon." Both of them were naked in the tub with me. "I sincerely hope you have fun today, but don't forget the email is still due Tuesday night. I mention that because you might want to talk with some of the other girls, or Liaisons, to help you work out the answer." Most of them had no idea what that was about, but that didn't matter.

^-- "There are too many of you in the tub. I'm sure the girls who're already close to Mark don't want to get out, but most of the unlucky others should get out and wait until later. There are plenty of towels. If you don't want to get dressed, you can walk around naked, or wear a towel, or just your panties; that's up to you. We're very casual here, so do whatever you want. Let's keep tub soaks to a fifteen-minute rotation all this afternoon please, so you all get a turn. Mark can stay as long as he wants, of course. Most of the girls will want him to stay in there all day, but he'll have to get out sometimes or he'll cook. We'll do our best to make sure he circulates so you'll all get a chance to socialize with him, including the girls who prefer not to be naked.

^-- "You might want to think about how smart Pat and Lily were. They completely outsmarted you. They were the only two of you to use their BRAINS. There are twenty four of you here, plus hundreds of girls in the rest of Corvallis, who want to be Mark's girlfriend. The girl who succeeds will be one who uses her brain."

#2: <I bet I know which of Lily or Pat was the smart one who had the idea that they strip and get in the tub. Can you guess?>

#1, #4: <No, who?>

#2: <Julia. That was a superb way to get the ball rolling. Scary for us, but very effective.>

"Okay girls, let's get moving. Most of us should hang out in the other room as it's much more comfortable. Mark will be wandering back and forth between both rooms later. Can I leave you girls in the tub to choose who's staying in it and who's getting out?" Lily stood up and called out to Julia, "I give my seat to someone." This was a valuable concession as Lily's seat was right next to me and I still had arm on her shoulder.

I could see that Julia was surprised, but she seemed to quickly work it out. Having worked it out, Julia then asked Lily, "I'm surprised, why?" Strictly speaking Julia HAD been surprised; she wasn't now though.

Lily answered, "He see me before. He not see others," Lily waved her hand to indicate everyone else. "Better for him I go."

Julia looked like she wanted to give Lily a medal, although pinning it on would have been problematic. Julia said, "VERY good, Lily. I hope all you learn from that, especially you, Laila. That sort of thinking is EXACTLY why Lily was the first Liaison Mark chose! Well done. I'm sure that after that unselfish example, reducing the number of you in the tub will go smoothly. I'll be tidying up in the other room. Those of you who don't stay in the tub should come on through."

Julia left. I'm not sure why she couldn't stay in this room, but I was sure she had her reasons. Unfortunately she'd never got close enough to me for me to whisper that Carol maybe, and Donna certainly, would be late. I hadn't wanted to yell the information to her in case it sounded too prearranged. I also wanted to explain that the two girls might end up coming separately, depending on Carol's attitude to waiting long enough for Donna to finish and calm down. I needed a conversation, but didn't get a chance for one. I guess Julia would be back before the ten minutes were up, to be ready for when she expected Carol and Donna, so I'd try to talk with her then.

Two distressing things started happening. The first was that nearly all the girls in the tub started getting out, and the undecideds seemed to think joining the majority was a good idea. It was NOT a good idea! Naked girls moving AWAY from me is BAD! I grabbed Pat, saying, "Sit beside me again, please Pat."

"But you've seen me before."

"And I'd like to see you again." I whispered to her, "If someone doesn't show that it's okay to stay, everyone will leave."

#4: <And she's got nice tits.>

#2: <I was saving the main reason, in case we needed the big guns later.>

I added, "Laila, why don't you and Hannah stay too?"

Laila had definitely been in the process of leaving, and was surprised to be stopped. "Are you sure? You've seen me before and we're not in your favorites at the moment. I thought we should get out."

"I'm sure. Tuesday night is the time to resolve the other issue. Until then we should all try to enjoy ourselves. Plus I'm going to be circulating around anyway, so we'll spend time together. All you're really offering to do is change the order, which doesn't matter. Lily's offer was important because it served as a very good lesson, but your repeating it adds nothing, so stay.

^-- "I'd like about six girls to stay: you, Hannah and Pat make three, so any three of you remaining girls." I indicated the several girls that were still standing in the tub, or had recently departed it. The tub holds eight to ten comfortably, so seven of us, plus Carol and Donna when they eventually arrive. That would be after the first fifteen-minute rotation, and possibly after the second, but setting the number of girls now should persist until then.

One of the other girls (Tania) asked, "Can I stay?"

"Let me think about that. You're pretty, you're naked, and I'm a teenage boy. Gee, I don't know. I wish I was a smarter genius so I could work out the answer to that REALLY HARD question. Why don't you have a seat while I think about it. It might take me about fifteen minutes, but I'll try my best."

I didn't want to have to try to invent jokes for two more girls' individual requests, so I said, "Anna and Victoria, how about you two stay? Unless you'd prefer to leave? It's up to you." Both girls were happy to stay, especially Anna, who seemed thrilled. Naked girls SHOULD be thrilled to be given the chance to let me perv at them; I just had trouble believing that any of them were.

The rest of the girls proceeded to join the others in the room who were starting to get redressed, which was ALL of them. That being the second of the two distressing things I mentioned earlier, the word "distressing" being somewhat of an understatement. I REALLY wanted to ask them not to, but damned Julia (only half kidding) had made a big deal about their making up their own minds. I wondered if I could convince them that getting dressed was following peer pressure, and at least half of them should remain naked to prove there was no peer pressure either way.

#4: <Preferably the half with the biggest tits.>

#1: <That's so obvious I'm surprised you had to mention it.>

#4: <You should never take risks with things that are important. ALWAYS make sure!>

#2: <All joking aside, what do we do? The girls are all getting dressed!>

#1: <Lily's just drying herself. She'll say something shortly. She's very good for us!>

#2: <Let's not look at her, so none of the girls think we prompted her into it.>

Anna was asking me, "Do you really think I'm attractive?"

I looked away from Lily, to Anna. Anna was pretty, but I had the feeling she was referring to something specific and I was puzzled about what it was. She saw my confusion and explained, "At the bowling alley you told my mom that you didn't know what boy I'd been talking to my family about because I was so attractive that it could have been a lot of them. That was a very sweet thing to say. I've only been talking about you though. I'm not interested in any other boy. I think you're WONDERFUL! I ONLY talk about you. Recently I mean. Ages ago I used to talk about other boys, but they're no good compared to you. You're wonderful.

^-- "You don't mind that I used to talk about other boys do you? I haven't talked about any of them for weeks! Especially not in the last week. When you told the class how much you loved Carol I cried so much. That was the nicest thing I've EVER heard. I couldn't believe how loving you were. Well, I could believe it, of course, because I've seen you be so nice to people before, and you're NEVER nasty to anyone. You're not like other boys who're always trying to throw their weight around, as if that made them important rather than obnoxious. Not like you. You NEVER try to push people around. You're very gentle.

^-- "Even better than that, you're very, very loving. I've never seen a boy be as loving as you were toward Carol. And I see how good you and Julia are together. I can't understand how she can choose to not be with you all the time. Even if she loves Carol, how can she not love you the most. Oh! I didn't mean to insult Carol. I'm sure Carol's lovely. You love her so she must be a wonderful girl. I just meant that YOU are so wonderful. I think Julia's lovely too, but I don't understand..."

#1: <We'll still be listening to her at dinnertime if we don't stop her. She doesn't seem to even need to pause for breath.>

#4: <She's cute though, isn't she? She reminds me of Donna's Ducklings. Who'd have thought a few months ago that we'd be able to inspire girls into any gushing at all, let alone this much?>

#2: <We don't know how much "this much gushing" is yet, but I don't want to wait however many hours it's going to take to find out. I'll stop her.>

I firmly declared, "Yes."

" ... why Julia would let ... Huh? Sorry. What did you say?"

"Yes."

Anna had completely lost the plot. Her mental wheels spun, getting nowhere, for a second or so.

I clarified, "Yes, I really think you're attractive."

"Oh. Oh NO! I talked too much. I'm SO SORRY. I didn't mean to..."

"Anna?"

"Umm. Sorry. Yes?"

"You DID talk a lot, but most of it was about how important you thought being loving was. That you value being loving so highly makes you an unusually nice girl. Now you know that I think two things about you: that you are very attractive AND unusually nice."

"Oh wow. Really? Oh I get it! You just cheered me up. You're very, very good at that. What you said was perfect! I've noticed that..."

"Anna! I should have said that there are FOUR things I know about you: Number one, you are very attractive. Number two, you are unusually nice. Number three, you like me very much. Number four..."

"Oh yeah! I think you're WONDERFUL. I like you better than that! You're the most loving boy that..."

"Anna! Number FOUR." I paused to make sure she was listening. When her silence indicated that she was, I hurriedly resumed because I didn't expect her silence to last long, "Number four, you're not very good at noticing when a guy wants to kiss you." Kissing her was my objective for three reasons:

• I would enjoy kissing her (which would bring me pleasure).

• It would bring her within my grasp, so I could get my hands on her body (which would bring me pleasure).

• It would stop her talking (which would bring me even more pleasure).

"YOU want to kiss ME!"

I could probably have gotten away with answering, "Yes. Incredible isn't it?", but that was too arrogant, even for me (haha). Instead I said, "I would, yes. If you would like to?"

"Oh yes! Umm, how?"

Anna was looking at the other girls around me (Pat and Victoria on one side; Laila, Hannah and Tania on the other). It would have been difficult for her to lean over and kiss me. Fortunately I had long worked out the solution to that problem (see the second of the three reasons above). Pat started offering her seat, but I overrode her idea with my own, "Climb onto my lap, Anna."

The water's buoyancy meant it was very easy to float Anna onto my lap. I was stretched out a little rather than sitting upright, and I made sure to stretch out even more so my body was virtually a flat slope. I was placing her so her back would be lying on my front, as front-to-front seemed to be getting too sexy too quickly, so should be avoided as per Julia's "go slow" instruction. Anna's back would tend to slide down my body's slope unless I held her well. I had offered her a seat on my lap, then I'd made sure I had no lap, so my hands would need to perform all sorts of movements and grips in order to hold her against me, maximizing the second of the three "which would bring me pleasure" reasons above. Apparently I'm an evil genius.

While these maneuvers were taking place, #4: <I'd like - make that DISLIKE - to report that all the other girls are either fully dressed, or will be soon. Apart from a couple that decided that some of their clothes need washing, so are walking around missing a single item. Except for Lily, who's the most thorough dryer that I've ever seen. She's wrapped in one towel, and has been repeatedly drying herself all over. Stalling, by the looks of it. BUT she's said nothing to any of the other girls. What should we do? What CAN we do?>

The rest of us had been vaguely aware of this, because some of the earlier dressers had waved, "See you later," or some such comment at us, as they'd walked away from the tub area toward the Guys' Room. I'd waved at them or said something short back, but I hadn't given them any attention as I'd been concentrating on the girls in the tub. If a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, then six naked birds in the hot tub are worth any number of dressed girls who're walking away from it. The best response we could come up with was: <Let's leave it to Julia.> Considering most of the girls were already dressed and in the other room with Julia, this wasn't exactly brilliantly innovative lateral thinking. More the accepting reality type of thinking. Oh well. Girls are nothing if not inconsistent, as their frantic stripping and then complete redressing very effectively demonstrated. Maybe in ten minutes they'd all have a sudden urge to strip again. You never can tell with girls. You think you can, but they do the opposite more often than not (and I'm FULLY aware that if they do the opposite "more often than not", that you SHOULD be able to logically take that into consideration, but for some reason that doesn't seem to work. I think it's a corollary of the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle that applies at the macroscopic, feminine level).

I returned my attention to Anna. She came to rest, slightly diagonally across my body so my lips could access hers. As my lips descended onto hers, my arms were folding around her, perfectly positioned to lay across her breasts at the time when my kiss had just started, so when she'd be the most distracted. By the time the kiss had been going for a while, her body should've got accustomed to the pressure of my arms across her breasts, and she'd find it too much trouble to object to their presence there. {Evil Genius Cackle}.

For the first time since I'd arrived in the hot tub room, I felt my cock start to stir. Abject embarrassment followed by abject terror tends to reduce my libido a notch or fifty, but being moments away from getting some very nice gropes had an extremely reviving effect. I had already parted my legs a little, so my recently much admired tackle had fallen through. I issued a go-soft and prepared for the need to issue a lot more. Anna was going to be fun!

Just as our lips contacted, and moments before my arms would've make a nice soft landing, Anna's entire body rotated 180 degrees centered on her lips. Her arms reached around my torso and hugged her chest to mine. Her lips plastered themselves against mine, while she did her best to suck my tongue out of my mouth. And my Evil Genius-directed arms and hands got pathetically disappointing gropes of her naked back.

It was a nice kiss, I guess. More than a little over-enthusiastic on her side, but at least it stopped her talking. My eyes had been looking forward to looking down at Anna's upwardly pointing breasts. But backs are pointlessly boring. Yawn. Oh well. The best laid plans of mice, men and Marks.

My lips were firmly anchored, but my eyes could wander. There were plenty of interesting things to look at. There were two of them on Pat, just inches away from me, for example. I watched the last girl - other than the towel-wrapped Lily who was still drying herself - finish dressing and head toward the other room. I looked elsewhere, but my attention returned to Lily when a few seconds later she, now naked, approached the side of the hot tub, "You want drink, snack from other room, Mark?"