It was a stifling, late August day. The temperature was in the 90s, and the humidity made the air feel nearly unbreathable. The loft was buttoned up tight, every window closed, the three AC units going full blast to keep the huge space cool. Their bedrooms had smaller window units as well, but everyone was out in the main space, enjoying the feeling of freedom, not to mention the larger units were less noisy and less damp than the smaller ones in their rooms.

Momoko sat in the big easy chair, looking at her laptop, scrolling through her law school applications. She had told no one about her amazing LSAT score. It would just bring up questions she didn't want to answer and topics she didn't want to discuss. A 180 was a perfect score, so a 178 meant that she'd only missed a couple of questions.

Wow.

It meant she could definitely apply to Yale. And Harvard. And Stanford. And she'd probably get into at least one, if not all three, even with her theater degree. And it also meant her days as lead singer of Peppermint Silk were numbered, because in about a year she'd be moving into a dorm somewhere as a first year law student.

Shit.

She'd told her family in Japan about her score; she'd had no choice. They knew when the scores came out, they'd been waiting to hear from her. Now her father was pushing her to apply somewhere Early Decision, which would mean she'd know in the next few months where she was going to go. Which would make her lie to the guys an even bigger, longer, one.

She resolutely put all thoughts of the LSAT and law school out of her head and closed her laptop. She looked around. Sullivan was over in the rehearsal space, working on something with his guitar, headphones on, eyes closed in concentration. Jude was looking at something out in the street, holding the curtain aside. For some reason, he had his denim shorts on, but not all the way zipped or buttoned, and they hung almost indecently low on his hips, showing his abs and V-line. Tommy was reading a book on the sofa, legs up, book resting on his tummy.

Poor Dane was out on what he called "a duty date," one of those outings arranged for him by his family a couple times a year where he took a Chinese girl out to lunch in the hopes that it would lead to something. The girls were usually very nice, and it seemed to do no good at all for Dane to tell his father, grandmother, and anyone who would listen that he was seeing someone, or that he didn't like blind dates, or that he was usually too tongue-tied to do more than gasp out a few sentences in Mandarin when he was with her.

"What was that then, love?" Jude turned to Momoko, releasing the curtain.

"Mm?"

"You just let out the most terrible sounding sigh, like you had the weight of the entire universe on your lovely shoulders." Jude came to her, sitting on the arm of the chair, leaning a hip into her shoulder and slipping an arm around her. This put his bare tummy right next to her face, with his very sexy V-line right at eye level, all the way down to where it disappeared into his shorts.

Momoko shrugged, smiling up at him. "I don't know, just feeing a bit blue, I suppose. Maybe because I'm getting older?" she joked. "You know, turning twenty-three and everything? Or I would say I'm ovulating, except I'm on the pill, so you know, I don't ovulate."

Jude chuckled, stroking her shoulder gently. "Can I do anything for you?" he asked.

In response, Momoko reached up, putting her hand on the back of his head. She pulled it down so she could kiss him, gently at first, then with more energy, opening his mouth with her tongue, pulling him to sit next to her in the chair.

Jude lifted her shirt to feel the smooth flesh of her midriff, sliding his hand around her waist to pull her closer.

Tommy saw their movement over the top of his book and laid it down to see what they were doing. The sight of Jude and Momoko making out in the chair was way more interesting than what he was reading, that was for sure.

Not to mention hot.

Momoko caught him looking and smiled at him over Jude's shoulder.

Tommy smiled back, laying the book aside, and made a come hither gesture, patting the wide sofa invitingly.

Momoko raised an eyebrow and whispered something in Jude's ear. Jude turned around with a grin, nodded in Tommy's direction, and proceeded to pick Momoko up around the waist and rise, holding her. Momoko wrapped her legs around Jude's slim hips as he turned and carried her to the couch, depositing her next to Tommy, who lifted her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck.

Momoko lifted her T-shirt over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside as she shook her hair out.

"No bra, you naughty girl," Tommy murmured, sliding his hands up the secret smoothness of her back.

Momoko shook her head. "Too hot," she explained.

She lay back, eyes closed, plucking at the waist of her shorts. "Take these off me, please," she requested.

Someone, she didn't know who, obligingly unsnapped and unzipped them, then pulled them off, leaving her only in her light blue thong.

"Wow, I'm still not used to seeing you like this," Tommy said. "You blow my mind. How can someone so small have so many curves?"

Momoko laughed. "I'm not that small," she retorted. "I'm like five six or something. That's pretty average."

Tommy ran his fingertips around her hip and up to her breast, making Momoko gasp. "But you're so round everywhere, Peaches."

Suddenly he picked her up, seemingly effortlessly, and flipped her over, so she was lying on her tummy. "And look at that ass," he said. "Have you ever seen such a perfectly gorgeous ass anywhere?"

"I'm going to assume you're talking to Jude," Momoko answered with a laugh, "since I can't see my own ass."

"Actually, he's talking to me," answered Sullivan, his voice coming from somewhere behind her.

Momoko lifted her head and turned to look at him.

"Oh, hi," she said to him. "Welcome to the party."

"I get to spend a lot of time during our shows looking at this beautiful butt," Tommy explained. I've actually studied it." He bent down and pressed a kiss on one round cheek. "God, I love it."

"Where's Jude?" Momoko asked, twisting her neck and looking around.

"Right here," he called, emerging from his room. "I happened to recall something you said before." He held up his hands, which were holding up a scarf.

"You want eyes or hands today, love?" he asked, sitting next to her and trailing the scarf down her back.

"Let's do eyes," Momoko said languidly.

So Jude tied the scarf snugly around her eyes so she couldn't see a thing, then helped her turn back over, so she was lying on the sofa on her back once more.

Someone kissed her mouth, pulling her chin down so it was wide open, so he could get his tongue all the way in. At the same time, someone kissed her neck, sucking really hard, hard enough to leave a mark, Momoko could tell. There were hands all over her body, touching her everywhere. They were all calloused, Tommy's from holding his sticks, Sully and Jude from playing the guitar and bass. Only Dane had soft, gentle hands.

Someone was pulling her legs apart, stroking the insides of her thighs, she could feel warm breath on her sex, which she knew was already nearly dripping.

"God, you smell so good, love." Jude, then. She felt his mouth on her, licking, sucking, probing with his tongue. She lifted one leg over the back of the sofa to give him more room curving it over someone's torso; probably Tommy's, given how firm and muscular it felt.

That would mean that the person on her right must be Sullivan. She could feel his erection on her tummy, warm and turgid, and she grasped it, pumping a couple of times, making Sully groan into her hair.

"Oh, Jesus, Momoko, yeah, feels so good." It sounded like Sully.

The person she thought was Tommy and bent forward to suck on first one, then the other of her breasts, squeezing the one he wasn't suckling, biting and rolling the nipple around.

Momoko's body tensed and her torso arched toward his mouth as he did this, and she pulled on Sully harder as she became more excited.

The person left her momentarily, and he returned with an ice cube from the freezer, which he used on her breasts; she could feel her nipples getting wet and hardening to little bullets as she arched her back again.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Feels really good."

"You look incredible," Tommy said from somewhere to her left. Someone grasped her breast and squeezed it, just as Jude inserted two fingers into her and curled them while pressing on her clit with his thumb.

Momoko's orgasm took her by surprise, a jolt that shot between her breast and her sex like electricity and made her spasm. She squeezed Sully extra hard, making him gasp, and her other hand shot out to grasp the hand that was squeezing her breast, holding it to her as she moaned, "Harder, harder."

"Shit, look at that, look at her," Tommy said, sounding out of breath.

"Momoko, I'm going to come on your hand and your stomach," Sullivan told her, placing his hand over hers to guide her.

Momoko nodded, still in the throes of her own climax.

Sully gasped as he came, spilling himself all over Momoko's tummy, then kissing her as he helped her sit up. He left to go clean up as Jude extracted his fingers and licked them.

Momoko then felt herself being turned over. "Hands and knees, love," she heard, and she obediently got on all fours. She thought she knew what was going to happen when she felt the two remaining men trading places.

She felt him come and kneel in front of her, so his length was right in front of her face. Momoko lifted her blindfolded countenance to where she believed his face was. "I want to fuck your mouth, love," he said, cupping her chin. "That all right?"

As she nodded, she felt the person behind her slide himself between the twin globes of her ass, so the tip of him was poking up at the apex of each thrust; when he came he would ejaculate all over her back. He inserted two fingers into her as he asked, "Do you have another one in you? Do you want me to even try, or are you finished for today?"

In response Momoko pressed back on his fingers and squeezed tightly on his fingers, moaning at the same time, pressing her warmth and wetness on his fingers.

Everyone was already so close that it was over very quickly. Momoko could feel the person in front of her hardening in her mouth as his breathing quickened. He stroked her hair back from her face, being careful not to move her blindfold as he praised her, telling her how good it felt. She knew it was Jude, but that didn't change the thrill of the blindfold and not being able to see him.

"Yes, there's a good girl, taking me nice and deep, that feels marvelous," he said. "Jesus, what a marvelous throat you've got, Peaches. Gonna come now, darling, gonna come so hard, ready for me?"

Momoko nodded as best she could, just before he became impossibly hard in her mouth and thrust so far down her throat she nearly gagged, apologizing as he did so. She could feel the warm spurts going down her throat. She waited until he was all finished, and then swallowed.

As he came out of her mouth, softer and nearly flaccid already, she felt the person behind her orgasm as well, felt the long ropes hitting her back as he squeezed the cheeks of her ass together to maximize his pleasure. His thighs were warm against hers as he remained motionless until he was finished.

Then he collapsed on top of her, forcing her down on top of the person in front of her. The three of them lay in an amiable heap as the person under her finally took off her blindfold.

Jude, as she'd known it would be.

He scooted down a bit so he could kiss her, as Tommy moved up to hug her from the other side.

"You, Peaches, are the most marvelous girl ever," Tommy declared, kissing her shoulder.

"Ever?" she repeated owlishly.

"Ever."

"Definitely," Sullivan said loudly, coming out of the blue bathroom in nothing but a towel, freshly showered, running over to lie down carefully on top of all three of them.

"Sully, you're all wet!" Momoko shrieked.

"So, Mademoiselle, are you," Sully replied. "At least I'm clean, which is more than can be said for you."

Momoko looked at him, as if unable to believe he'd said what he said.

"So rude, dude," Tommy said.

"You're a poet and don't know it," Sully responded loftily.

Momoko and Jude groaned.

Just then the door opened and Dane came in. "All finished," he declared. "Thank god, it has to be the hottest day of the entire year, and she made reservations at an al fresco restaurant, if you can believe it--" he broke off when he saw his four roommates on the sofa.

"We're all finished, too," Jude said apologetically.

"Are you kidding me?" Dane asked. "I missed it?"

"Don't worry, Dane," Momoko said, sitting up and pulling on her T-shirt and thong. She walked over to where he stood by the door. "We'll have a one on one date, just you and me, promise, okay?"

Dane looked at her. "Promise?"

"Promise. Now I need a shower like no one's business. I have--um--stuff, where I shouldn't."

Dane looked at the other guys. "Do I look smug? Because I feel smug."

"You definitely look smug, bro."

"Very, very smug."

Uber smug."