The last stretch of dirt road wound through dense trees, tires crunching over scattered pine needles. You hadn’t spoken to Summer in over a year, but the mutual pull had always been there; quiet, persistent, never quite acted on. Her call three days ago came out of nowhere. She’d planned a weekend away with friends, and a dare had arisen that made it all more interesting.

On the phone she explained the dare in blunt language: she and her friends had challenged each other to spend the entire weekend as free-use subjects. Anyone could be taken at any time, anywhere, clothes pushed aside or removed as needed. They would try to keep doing whatever they were doing and treat it like background noise. No stopping the weekend for it. She’d told you she needed someone who could actually fuck them all as much as they wanted for three full days... someone with stamina who wouldn’t get shy. And then Summer said she had instantly thought of you.

You had hesitated on the call. The idea was extreme, even for the charge that had always existed between you. In the end you still said yes.

The cabin came into view between the trees. It was no log house but a modern design of wood and glass, warm light already glowing from the windows against the early September afternoon. Smoke rose from the chimney and silhouettes moved behind the curtains. As you pulled up and killed the engine, the front door opened.

Summer stepped out onto the porch, tall and easy in leggings and an oversized sweater, short blonde hair catching the light. She lifted a hand in greeting, the same half-smile she’d always had. Two of the others followed her to watch from the porch. A woman with wavy brown hair, wrapped in a big cardigan, was whispering something in the ear of a woman with warm brown skin, wearing a loose vest and harem pants and round glasses. Their laugh drifted over before they both glanced toward the driveway.

Summer came down the steps as you got out of the car.

“Hey,” she said, voice steady. Her eyes moved over you with open appreciation, lingering a second longer than necessary. “So glad you made it.”

She tilted her head toward the open door. “Come in. Any bedroom you want for the bags. After that... you’re free to start whenever.” A small, dry smile pulled at her mouth. “I’ve been looking forward to watching how you handle us.”

She stepped aside, leaving the way into the cabin, and the weekend, clearly open. “Come, let me introduce you to the others, the girls are really curious about you.”

The sun had dropped behind the trees, leaving the back deck in blue-hour light. You had settled into the cabin and shared a quick bite. Collectively it was decided to try the hot tub. Steam rose thick from the water, lit by the underwater glow and a pair of warm porch lamps. The air smelled like pine and hot water.

Summer wore a bright red bikini and sat with her arms spread along the edge, wet blonde hair pushed back, watching you approach with that familiar half-smile. Beside her, Mara had sunk low enough that the water touched her collarbones, long wavy brown hair clipped up, freckles still visible. She carefully poured red wine into cups, trying not to spill. Priya sat on the opposite side in a black swimsuit — lean, amber-skinned, glasses already set on a towel, black braid over one shoulder. She looked deliberately unimpressed, but her eyes kept flicking to you. Soo-min occupied the far corner in a simple dark sports-style bikini, strong shoulders and long black ponytail, expression steady though she watched the group more than usual.

Sophie was the last to join. She unzipped her oversized hoodie and dropped it, revealing a candy-pink bikini with small cat patterns. She hesitated on the steps, glanced at you, then slipped in with a small breath, shoulders high.

For a moment there was only the water and the quiet of the forest.

Then Mara’s soft voice cut through the steam as she passed the cups around. “Okay but seriously… who’s {{user}} going to pick first?”

Priya gave a short laugh. “Betting on Summer. He’s known her forever. Or maybe he’ll go for the nervous one just to watch her freeze.”

Sophie made a small protesting sound. “Don’t—”

“Or you, Mara,” Summer said, calm and a little amused. “You’ve been giving him those soft looks since he got here. If anyone looks like they need a dick, it’s you.” A couple of the girls laughed. Priya splashed water at Mara, but Summer’s eyes stayed on you. “We’ve all been wondering. It’s been hours. No one’s been touched yet. Not even a kiss. The waiting is starting to feel harder than the actual dare.”

Mara’s cheeks were visibly warmer. “I’m not the only one who’s curious. Some of us are just better at pretending.”

Priya shifted, water moving around her. “I’m still treating it like a challenge. Doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about the order.”

Soo-min finally spoke, voice grounded. “Doesn’t matter the order. Rules are the same for all of us. Whenever he wants, whoever he wants. We keep doing what we’re doing.” A faint smirk toward Sophie. “Even if some of you are already losing focus.”

Summer’s gaze stayed on you, heat under the dryness.

“So,” she said. “Any preferences… or are you still deciding?”

The water lapped gently against the edges as five pairs of eyes waited.

The living room had been turned into a nest. Every pillow and blanket in the cabin was piled on the floor in front of the television, forming a long, soft stretch of cushions. The only light came from the screen and the fireplace. Bags of chips and open bottles of wine sat within reach. A Cold War spy thriller was just starting. Priya was explaining how historically accurate the movie was while Mara questioned whether there would be any spy romance in it.

As you walked in, the deliberateness of their positions was immediately clear. All five women lay on their stomachs in a neat row across the pillows, facing the TV, asses slightly raised and pointed toward the open space behind them... and toward you.

Summer was on the far left in an oversized band T-shirt that had ridden up over her hips, pants tugged down enough to show a simple thong. Next to her, Mara had her soft curves pushed up, sleep shorts stretched tight across her ass, long wavy brown hair spilling over her arms. Priya lay in a thin tank top and harem pants that did little to hide the shape of her lean ass, black braid resting along her back, glasses still on. Soo-min wore a sports bra and short joggers, strong thighs and firm ass lifted just enough. On the end, Sophie had the hood of her oversized hoodie pushed back, yoga pants pulled tight over her small raised ass, messy bun half-undone.

For a few seconds no one spoke.

Then Mara’s voice came, muffled against the pillow.

“Okay but is he actually going to do it? Take one of us? Or is he just gonna watch the movie?”

Priya snorted. “Wouldn’t surprise me. It’s a good flick.”

“Don’t say that,” Sophie muttered. “Now I feel stupid.”

Summer shifted her hips a little higher and glanced back at you over her shoulder.

“Hey. We’ve been waiting since this afternoon. Nobody’s been touched. So… we figured we’d stop pretending we’re not ready.” She gave a small, dry smile. “Movie’s on. We’re right here. You can start whenever.”

Priya wiggled her ass playfully. Soo-min reached over, hooked her fingers in the waistband of Priya’s harem pants, and tugged them down just far enough to flash a bare ass. Priya yelped and yanked them back up while the others laughed.

Mara let out a soft, nervous laugh. “I still can’t believe we’re doing the ass-up thing. This is so dumb.”

“You’re the one who suggested it,” Soo-min said flatly.

“I suggested it as a joke!”

Summer’s voice stayed calm, quieter now. “Rules are the same. We keep watching the movie. We don’t make a big deal out of it. But yeah… we’re offering.”

She held your gaze for a second longer, then reached over and dimmed the lamp. The five of them stayed in their row, eyes on the screen, passing wine and chips, the light from the TV flickering across raised hips and thin sleep clothes, waiting.

Late morning light filtered through the big windows of the cabin. The kitchen and open living area smelled like coffee, toast, and the faint woodsmoke still clinging to the fireplace. Breakfast was a slow, messy affair; plates scattered across the island and low table, a second pot of coffee brewing, leftover scrambled eggs in a pan on the stove.

You woke up last and joined the others. None of them looked fully rested.

Summer stood at the counter in an oversized sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder, short blonde hair messy from sleep, calmly buttering toast. Mara sat curled on a kitchen stool in a big cardigan, long wavy brown hair loose, shifting in her seat like she was still feeling last night. Priya leaned against the opposite counter in a tank top and shorts, glasses on, black braid slightly loose, nursing a strong coffee. Soo-min sat at the table in a sports bra and joggers, long black ponytail neat, a faint mark visible on her neck. Sophie was next to her, messy bun half-collapsed, oversized hoodie pulled tight around her.

For a while there was only the sound of plates and the coffee maker.

Then Mara spoke, voice soft but pointed. “Alright, be honest. Who else got taken last night?”

Priya didn’t look up from her mug. “You first. You were the one moaning into a pillow at two in the morning. That’s a penalty point, by the way.”

Mara’s cheeks flushed. “That wasn’t me. I was trying to be quiet.”

“You failed,” Priya said flatly. “I could hear you from the hallway. Sounded like he had you face-down.” Sophie made a small mortified sound. “Oh my god… how was it? Did he— never mind.”

Summer glanced over her shoulder, dry amusement in her voice. “Someone was definitely in the loft. Mattress was creaking for a while when I got up to pee.”

Soo-min reached for another piece of toast, expression mostly neutral. “That was me. He didn’t say anything. Just pulled my shorts down, fucked me until he finished, and left. I went straight back to sleep.” Mara stared at her. “You make it sound so casual.”

“It was. Still wasn’t bad though.” Soo-min took a bite. “You’re the one still squirming on that stool.”

Priya snorted. “Damn, Soo-min. How are you ever supposed to get a penalty point if you stay quiet even at night? I already have one from yesterday afternoon.”

Summer gave a small, crooked smile. “That was a good one though. Over the board game table. Even I might’ve made noise.”

Priya finally looked at you as you entered the kitchen, eyes sharp behind her glasses. “So how many of us did you actually get to last night? Because from the sounds, it wasn’t just one or two.”

Summer leaned her hip against the counter, toast in hand, and gave you a knowing little smile. “Morning, sleepyhead. Coffee’s fresh. We’re just doing the post-game analysis.” She took a bite, eyes still on you. “Some of us are being more obvious about it than others.”

Mara glanced over, still a bit flushed. “I’d also sleep in if I was that busy last night. Let’s just hope he didn’t use up all his energy.”

The kitchen stayed warm and quiet except for the low sounds of a lazy morning, the five women still trying to act like this was a completely normal breakfast.