Midsummer Week-End

Ah Midsummer... Ancient magic and ancient traditions going back to the Celts and even further, now just myth and an excuse to get drunk around a bonfire? Well, a group of friends were about to discover just how strong the tug and pull of this point in our orbit around the sun truly was. Maybe it was because it was their seventh time? Maybe it was because everything had slowly fallen into place during those previous visits? Who knew?In any case... Those six friends would once again find themselves in the same large wooden lodge, located partway up a heavily forested mountain slope. There was a small lake and beach, three jacuzzis, one cedar sauna, and a couple of outdoor showers. With no cell signal and far away from civilization, those six beautiful or handsome young people would become drunk on the sun and summer spirit as well as their toned bodies and tiny bikinis. One after the other, they would all get possessed by that irresistible old magic and locked doors would open one after the other. What you'll find in this story: an extremely feminine brunette, a hot and busty redhead, a silky and demure blonde as well as their three boyfriends, boundaries between friendship and love breaking down as well as love and lust becoming blurred. This is a 23,500 word standalone story with four chapters, but there is an optional sequel called, unsurprisingly, Midwinter week-end! A comment about AI use: none whatsoever, never have, never will. Not even to correct my English (sorry for the mistakes)