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Brandon, Gloria, Steve, Jake, and I all followed Chrissy upstairs to the master bedroom, where Chrissy’s parents’ large hot tub resided.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Chrissy ’s parents’ bedroom was huge. It had an art deco look. Inside was a king-sized bed with a solid oak headboard; the dresser, armoire , and the chairs and tables also were made of the same expensive-looking carpentry. The television in the bedroom was larger than any television we’ve ever owned. It was obvious that Chrissy’s parents liked to live life to the fullest.
    Chrissy entered first and took off her skirt and shirt all within seconds of each other. Luckily, she didn’t take off her bra and her cotton thong. She had a nice set of perfectly perky B-cups, her butt and hips matched her tiny frame, but her behind had a nice, tight little pop to it. She ran into the bathroom and dove butt first into the large, marble hot tub, “Come on guys!” she insisted, as she activated the jets.
    “She’s such a show off,” remarked Gloria, with a slight look of envy.
    Brandon, Steve, and Jake all took their shirts, pants, and shorts off. Every single one of them had incredibly built torsos and legs. Brandon’s thighs had that neat little cut in the middle, while Steve proudly displayed his eight pack, which I never thought was possible. His body fat was so low, his lower abdominal muscles created a perfect “V” shape that made it impossible not to naturally scope out his groin area. Gloria and I caught each other looking at his lower torso and smiled at each other like sinister school girls.
    Jake’s body was from another world. His pecs were perfectly cut and rested perfectly over the statuesque, muscular veneer that padded his ribs. His skin, young and without blemish, displayed soft, golden bristles. He gave Steve a haughty look, as Steve playfully pretended to attempt to take off his boxers.
    Brandon plopped himself into the hot tub first; well technically, right after Chrissy. He nestled himself right behind her in the far corner of the tub. Jake and Steve soon followed. Jake quickly dipped his head in the water, and like a model in a shampoo commercial, sensually smoothed the water from his scalp with his large hands.
    “Girls?” asked Steve. “You coming in?”
    The group in the jacuzzi stared at us intently, waiting for us to unravel our supple physiques for arbitrary judgment.
    “You first,” I pointed at Gloria.
    “Me?” asked Gloria pointing at her chest. She sighed and took off her matching black tank top, revealing a Victoria’s Secret silk bra. The boys looked at each other with cheesy smiles. Chrissy, buzzed and severely bombed, smirked and shrugged her shoulders. Gloria then dropped her tight, black designer jeans. Thankfully, no thong, just a pair of good girl cotton, black panties. The boys were definitely impressed with her sprint-chiseled legs and thighs. In a sudden rush, Gloria stutter stepped and quickly dipped herself into the tub.
    “Jess, you coming in?” asked Jake, in his deep, rich, confident, baritone timbre.
    “I don’t know,” I said, as I sat down on the chair in front of Chrissy’s mom’s makeup counter. “I think I’ll just sit right here and chat with you guys.”
    “Don’t be such a nun,” said Chrissy. “Oh wait...”
    “Ha...Ha,” I said mockingly.
    “Jess, just get in here. We’re just hanging out and drinking,” said Gloria.
    “I will take my briefs off if you don’t get in here this instant, lady,” Steve joked.
    “You promised, Gloria,” I said, giving her a look that hopefully would make her remember our promise.
    “Promised what?” asked Steve.
    “It’s nothing, she’s just grasping at straws and thinking of excuses for not joining us,” Gloria said.
    “We’ll close our eyes as you undress,” suggested Jake.
    “Promise?” I asked.
    “Steve, Brandon? Close your eyes,” demanded Jake.
    Brandon and Steve chortled and closed their eyes, mockingly tight. Jake soon