Get out of the water

You fail to fully understand the situation, being submerged in the water with another’s weight and all. It takes no time at all, however, for you to realize once she’s made contact with your dick. You let out a burst of air and then reach yourself above the surface to breath. The action sent Madison back a couple feet, but thankfully, your modesty was still intact. Though you were sure how much more you could take before your shorts cease to hide what your mind is actively suppressing.

“Sorry!” You say, realizing where you’d sent Madison.

“No. I’m—” Her sentence is cut short as you pull her towards the edge of the pool before you can recognize the apology unexpectedly coming from your school bully.

“Come on. I’m pretty sure that blonde you pissed off is back inside. It’ll be easier walking on the concrete.” You begin to push yourself up on the ledge. Madison follows suit, briefly using your shoulder as support. As a result, you fall back down and scrape your stomach against the ledge. You eventually pull yourself out successfully.

“Omigosh! You’re bleeding!” The redhead shouts quietly. You look down and see at least five red lines drawn across your torso. “Let’s get help.”

“I thought you wanted away from the lifeguards.” You argue. “I’ll just ask for some bandages after you get to your car. Plus, you’ve certainly put a lot worse than a few scratches on me.” She looks ashamed.