This reminds me of a story! Some years back, I went to a party. This was a party being held at a place with an indoor hot tub, so already it's awesome. I had been on a couple of dates with this one guy recently, so I invited him to swing by the party. My plan was to go home with him afterward. Okay, so we're doing the party thing, and the guy who I invited didn't know anyone else there except for me, and he didn't bring a swimsuit, so he was probably feeling a little awkward. My good female friend and I had been in the hot tub together, and some guys came and went. And then I decided it was probably time to head out, because my date lived a little ways away and we had a drive ahead of us. I got dressed, and before we left, I popped back into the hot tub room to say goodbye to my female friend. Now by this point, hot male friend who I had crushed on was in the hot tub. He grabbed me and kissed me. And it was hot. And then I reaaaallly wanted to stay, but I had already told the other guy I was leaving with him, so I left.
And I regret it so much, because the other guy and I didn't do anything, and he lived in this tiny sad house and I was so bored. If I had stayed I probably could have been part of a hot tub orgy or something.
And now I'm in my lifelong relationship and will never be single again, so I will never get to experience the possibility of a hot tub orgy with hot male friend.