After a bit of good-natured goofing around.

Things start off about as well as you could expect; other seniors come in to chat with their friends, plenty of parents and teachers coming in to get to support the school, and the occasional stranger looking for a cheap-if-bare-bones car wash, though some of the girls joke about dudes coming in to perv on them. Students take sponges out of soapy buckets, give the car a once over, a few others spray it down, and then finally they get wiped down with towels before heading off. You've been toweling off the cars at the end, along with the girls from the band, paying dutiful attention to your job... between glances over at Denise, of course. She and a few other jocks and cheerleaders were handling the rinsing, and whenever one of them had a turn with the hose they made sure to get their friends as much as the car, meaning while they were all still wearing their shirts, as per the school's request, it wasn't hard to see what they had on underneath, especially the black top Denise had....

WHAP

You stumble as a sponge suddenly smacks into the side of your head. "See something you like, Sam?" You wipe some of the suds out of your eye before turning to see Amy, a good friend of yours and Denise, despite her rowdiness. If you were short next to Denise, Amy was downright tiny, but a good bit wider, and still plenty strong; despite her short legs and the weight she had on her, you'd seen her keep up with Denise when they played one-on-one in the basketball courts after school (the need to keep a schedule putting Amy off actually joining the team herself), and you knew how fast she could move from experience, considering she loved to run at you down the halls when the two of you were in them alone, getting a rise out of you trying to avoid her tackle. True to her relaxed attitude towards the rules, she was wearing her shirt tied up to expose the light-brown skin of her stomach, and looking at the size of her denim shorts you could only guess (based on nothing in particular and definitely not out of having stared at certain parts of her only slightly less than you had with Denise) that she was just one bent-over pose from getting a scolding from your student council president, currently handling the exchange of money only a few yards away.

"I see a few suds on this dry car that weren't there before," you respond, trying to deflect, turning away to wipe them off. As you kneel down to catch them as they drip lower, Amy comes over and leans with her arms folded on your shoulder.

"That's all, huh?" she says, in a tone that you knew without looking meant she was smiling, "Nothing over there distracting you?"

"Nope!" you say emphatically. The red paint of the car you're next to is all that keeps your blush from showing up in your reflection, not just from being called out on your leering, but from the fact that Amy now had her sizable chest pressed into your head. All of a sudden, you feel Amy's weight leave you.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to change that!" And as she starts to walk away from you, towards your mutual friend (and as she stops to pick up the sponge she hit you with, confirming your suspicions about her shorts, goddamn,) she looks over her shoulder to grin at you, pressing a finger against her lips. You have half a mind to call out to Denise and ruin her plan, but you give in to curiosity and let her get right up behind the much taller woman. Your eyes go wide as, in one motion, Amy yanks the back of Denise's shorts down along with the bikini bottoms underneath, letting you catch just a glimpse of the girl's toned cheeks before Amy drops the still sopping wet sponge in and letting the garments snap back into place!

Denise lets out a shout and hops away, while Amy doubles over laughing, and you hear a few others join in as Denise reaches behind her back to retrieve her surprising gift. Denise wheels around, eyes lit up, but breaks into a smirk when she sees her friend, the perpetrator, which only gets wider as she grabs the hose from a nearby member of the softball team. Amy looks up just in time to catch a blast of water to the face and chest as Denise gets her ****. You catch Danika rolling her eyes at the makeshift register, while her aide stifles a laugh besides her, but she knows she won't be able to stop what comes next.

"Water fight!"

You wish you could say you were a better man and didn't enjoy it quite so much, but seeing all these girls in your grade get wild throwing soap and water at each other was something you wouldn't forget for a while. Nearly every t-shirt on the lot becoming see through, shorts slipping down ever so slightly under the weight of water soaking into them, peeks of flesh as some girls (Amy especially) got a little grabby with their friend's clothing...

"Gotcha!"

...and for some reason, you thought you could just watch without getting caught in the crossfire. Now, you can't be sure, but you hope that whoever came at you didn't mean to hit the first domino leading to your eventual humiliation, but it doesn't change the fact that it happens when...