The Hot Tub Blues

Author comment: Another author posted this story at XNXX under the title “Hot Tub Party” without my knowledge or permission. One of my readers from another site notified me and I had the story pulled as an infringement of copyright law. But, since the story seemed to be fairly popular, I am submitting it again under the original author’s name and title. So those of you who enjoyed it may keep enjoying it.
Thanks.

Bob
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The Hot Tub Blues

by Lubrican

Jodie wondered how things had ended up like they had. She was at once surprised, horrified, elated and … yes … horny. She had just taken a shower and was sitting on the john drying her hair, wondering what to do next. She stared between her legs. Yes, there was definitely sperm oozing out of her pussy. She knew it was there, of course, and hadn’t washed it out in the shower. But now, she wondered whether she should have done so. She thought back to the beginning of the night – the most important night of her young life – prom night.

As I got ready for the prom, I tried to decide what to wear. Not my gown, but what to wear under my gown. I was going to the dance with Ron Harris. That was OK, though I wasn’t really super impressed with him. But he’d asked me and he was the captain of the football team, so I’d said yes. I knew by his reputation that he’d try to get into my panties, but that definitely wasn’t going to happen. For one thing, I wasn’t on the pill. For another, I was technically a virgin, having shoved only the handle of a hairbrush inside my soft teen pussy before. No, Ron was going home with blue balls tonight. Well, maybe I’d jerk him off, but that was all. I figured I could handle him OK. And my brother, Rob, was going to be at the dance too. In fact we were double dating. That was the only way our parents would let me go, since I was only a sophomore. But Rob was a senior and had his license. Besides, he was pretty cool for a brother.

I finally decided that the gown needed smooth lines, so I went braless and decided on no panties either. I felt deliciously naughty as I slipped on the satin gown and admired my reflection in the mirror. Not too tall, with breasts, but not mountains. My hips had swelled some over the last year and the dress hung on them nicely. Blond hair done up tall and complicated and makeup just right. My sky blue eyes stared at my image and I blew myself a kiss.

The prom was OK. Ron had been drinking before they picked him up and he was too drunk to dance well. Rob had danced with me a couple of times and plenty of other guys had taken their turns too. It was amazing how many guys would desert their dates to dance with me, and even more amazing to me that they’d let their hands slide down to my butt while their dates were watching. Men are such pigs.

Ron had snuck a pint into the dance too. At first I was pissed off about it, but as he got more and more soused, I realized I wouldn’t have to fight for my honor. So after the dance we dumped him off at his house and then went out to eat. We met up with a bunch of my brother’s classmates at the pizza place and suddenly I heard Rob inviting them all to come back to our house to use the hot tub.

Lena, Rob’s date, laughed and said “Robbie, how can we use the hot tub. We aren’t dressed for swimming!” Several of the other girls chimed in, agreeing. Rob wasn’t deterred at all. “We’re all adults here. The water will be warm and who needs a suit anyway?”

There it was. I held my breath as these too cool seniors thought about it. Lacey Henderson was the first to break the silence

“Well, I’m OK with that, but I want to go home and get some jeans or something to dress in after we get out. It won’t be warm then.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Lacey, one of the most popular girls in school, was willing to go skinny dipping in our hot tub with a bunch of other kids!!

But when Lacey said that, the dam burst and soon everyone was planning on meeting up at our house. We went by Lena’s house so she could get some clothes. She came out and her Mom came to the door.

“I told my mom we were going to party in the hot tub. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would be a big deal. But she got all up in arms and says I can’t go. She says I have to stay here since the prom is over.”

She was crying and I actually felt bad for her. Rob took it like a man, though, and we drove off without her.

I thought this might have bummed Rob out, and that the party might now be cancelled, seeing as how he was now date-less. I said as much and he came back with “No way. I invited my friends over and they’re going to get a party they’ll never forget.”

He had no way of knowing how true that statement was.

We finally got home and Rob went into the kitchen to make up some snacks. Our parents were over at the Wilson’s playing cards, and we knew that those games almost always lasted into the wee hours of the morning, so it was no big deal. Besides, even if we were all going to be naked in the hot tub, what could happen in front of everybody else? I told Rob I’d go get the hot tub ready for our party.

“What do you mean OUR party?” he said, looking at me closely. “Little sis, this isn’t OUR party. This is MY party and YOU aren’t invited.”

I just stared at him. “No way, you dork!” I yelled. “I went to the prom and I’m going to get in the hot tub and skinny dip just like everybody else!” My yelling didn’t seem to bother him.

“Jodie,” he said. “Calm down. You can’t do this. Think about it. None of your friends will be there. All of MY friends will be naked. The guys too, Jodie. You don’t want to be naked in front of all those people. And if Mom and Dad get home and find out I let you go naked with a bunch of virtual strangers they’ll KILL me! No way, Jodie, I can’t let you do this. I’m sorry, but no go.” He said it in that way he always talked when there was no way to change his mind.

But I’d been his sister for sixteen years now, and I knew how to handle him. “OK,” I said, sounding miserable. “But this is going to cost you big time.” He muttered something like “Yeah Yeah,” but I wasn’t listening.

I was moving.

While he got snacks ready I did an end run around him by simply going out to the back porch, where the hot tub was, uncovering it, turning on the bubbles, stripping bare and getting in. It was already warm, because Dad has this thing about it being cheaper to keep the water warm than heat it up when it’s cold.

Our hot tub was big. I mean huge. It would hold nine people sitting shoulder to shoulder and it was three feet deep in the middle. It was heated, like I said, and had something like fifteen jets in it.