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perfect end to the perfect day of shopping.” Dee grinned at her friend. “You know where everything is. And make mine a triple.”
    “You betcha.” Catie bounced from the room, humming a catchy tune.
    It wasn’t long before Dee heard the whir of the blender and crunch of ice as Catie fixed their frozen margaritas. While Dee slipped the new garters, stockings and thong into her underwear drawer, she couldn’t help but wonder what Jake would think when he saw her in the barely-covers-anything outfit.
    Catie returned and placed a frosty margarita glass into Dee’s hands as she said, “God but I could use a nice relaxing bath.”
    Dee took a sip of the margarita. Heaven. “How ‘bout taking a dip in the whirlpool?”
    “Wonderful idea, but I don’t have a bathing suit in my back pocket.” Catie held a hand up before Dee could reply. “And don’t bother trying to loan me one of yours. I’d be flashing my non-existent breasts in those melon holders.”
    Dee rolled her eyes as she took another swallow of her drink. “Yeah, right. Your tits are fine.”
    “How about skinny dipping?” A dare-you look brightened Catie’s gamin face. “First one in gets to fuck your foreman.”
    Exploding with laughter, Dee said, “You’re on.”
    They both set their margaritas down, but before Dee even had her jeans off, Catie was naked, margarita in hand, and streaking out the French doors to the private whirlpool in the enclosed backyard. By the time Dee made it to the tub, Catie had turned it on and was stepping down into the bubbling waters.
    Brilliant stars were scattered across the inky sky, the moon just a sliver and hanging low above the mountains. The night air smelled of fall and of the honeysuckle blooming on the trellis along the back porch. Dee’s back yard was bordered with trees and bushes, giving the whirlpool plenty of privacy, the only light coming from a few artfully appointed landscape lights.
    Evening air felt cool on Dee’s body, and her nipples hardened. She stepped from the redwood decking into the warm water where Catie already waited. The feel of the water rising over her skin was erotic as Dee eased onto the seat and set her drink on the decking.
    Catie sighed as she reclined. The chocolate-eyed blonde had a petite, athletic figure, unlike Dee’s generous curves and willowy height. Catie’s breasts were small and pert, her nipples high and pouty.
    “I won,” Catie murmured as she relaxed against the pillowed edge of the whirlpool and took a long draught of her margarita. “I get to fuck Jess.”
    Dee had just taken a drink of her own margarita and almost snorted it out her nose when she giggled. “You should go for it—I bet he’d say yes and have you in bed in a hurry.”
    “Ha!” Catie’s small breasts rose out of the water as she straightened in her seat and faced Dee. “The man doesn’t know I exist.”
    Dee downed more of her drink. “Well, we’ll just make him notice you.”
    “Where’d you find such a stud for a foreman, anyway?” Catie cocked her head.
    “A friend of your brother’s referred Jess to me when my last foreman moved to Montana.” Dee positioned herself so that her legs where slightly spread and one of the jet sprays was directly on her clit. “Oh. Right there.”
    “Well, Steve never told me that.” Catie raised an eyebrow as her gaze traveled Dee’s length. “What are you doing?”
    “Mmmm.” Dee smiled, enjoying the feel of the stimulation. “If you catch one of the jet streams just right, it makes for one hell of a vibrator.”
    “All this time and you haven’t been sharing?” Grinning, Catie shifted in her seat, until she was side-by-side with Dee, their bodies touching from their shoulders down to their thighs. “Ahhhh, yeah. That’ll do it.”
    Dee felt deliciously lightheaded and oh-so-mellow. “Uh, how much tequila did you put in those margaritas?”
    Catie gave a devilish grin. “Triple, like you said.”
    Dee took a long draught and