Inside, exhausted and exhilarated.

It's a brief but harrowing moment spent out on this busier street; you aren't seen (as far as you know) but you can see a pair of oncoming headlights far down the road, and you can't tell if it's just your imagination that you can hear a motor coming closer from behind as well. Amy rounds the next and last corner towards safety and you follow close. The first house on the road is dark, you note happily, but your heart skips a beat as you pass the house of your neighbors. You don't think you see any lights on-- you turn away, keeping your eyes on the prize. Then, you take your eyes off of your friend's ass and towards your own house as you quickly readjust your priorities, Amy slowing down to let you take the lead and open a path. You dart to the garage door's keypad, ready to open it up and dart inside, but yelp as the proximity lights turn on, bathing the both of you in white LED. Amy shoves you back into the relative darkness between the house and surrounding fence, and you quickly recover to reach over and flip the latch on the gate, a security flaw you've never felt so happy to remember. Once you're in the backyard, it's a quick and easy run to the still-unlocked back door, Amy shoving you in and slamming it shut behind her as the two of you stumble inside. Tossing your ruined bra in the same pile as your previously discarded clothes, you collapse onto the couch, laying across the length of it. Amy jumps after you a second later; literally, she hops over the arm rest by your feet and falls with a soft thud on top of you, and just as it was behind the hedges, for a moment the only sound is the two of you huddled together and panting.

"Hey," Amy says after what feels like a minute, both of you staring up at the ceiling, "I'm sorry about how stuff went tonight."

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"I mean, like how we almost got caught, and maybe arrested, and stuck outside three-quarters naked."

"Oh, right." You take a deep breath, lungs no longer aching but the red still not gone from your face. "It's okay. Tonight was... fun."

"...It was, wasn't it?" Amy says, and she rolls onto her side to look you in the eyes, smile not quite all the way across her face. "I mean it, though. You can tell me to fuck off if I come up with something like this again that you don't want to do."

"Noted," you say, "but I meant it, too. Tonight was good." Amy smiles more sincerely now, and you return it, and it's only about now that you realize you haven't covered up yet. You could say it was the chill of returning to the air-conditioned indoors that was keeping your nipples hard, but you'd be lying. Amy notices them at about the same time, and somehow you still don't feel like covering up. Her eyes dart back up from your chest to your face, and she fully rolls over on top of you now. For the briefest moment she pauses, before she leans over you, her face maybe a foot away from your own.

"...Remember what I said about telling me off if I start doing something you don't like?" she asks.

"I do," you say, not moving. Amy blinks, and then lowers her lips to meet yours. As she fully settles her weight onto you, you reach your hands up, one at her waist, the other finally indulging squeezing a full handful of her ass. You moan into her mouth as one of her hands comes up to cup your breast, gently pinching your nipple between her fingers. You don't want it to end but eventually Amy pulls her face away. She goes to unclasp her bra, when her hair shifts, and a soggy leaf, left over from the trip into the pool, falls onto your face. Amy can't help but snicker, and after you've wiped it away neither can you. You're disappointed when Amy slides off the couch and gets to her feet, but less disappointed when she tosses her bra to the side and turns around.

"I think I could use a shower. Wanna join in?" You nod, and yelp as Amy grabs your waistband and whips your panties down from around your legs. You cover instinctively, but let your hand fall as Amy pulls you to your feet, and shuffles you upstairs to wash off the smell of chlorine, sweat, and dirt. The night has already been memorable, and despite all the swimming and running, you have enough energy to make a few more--- the feeling of her mouth on your nipples, her fingers between your legs, her round ass slowly descending to take up the entirety of your vision--- before the two of you curl up in bed together. Before you drift off to sleep, her head tucked under yours and your arm around her waist, you wonder in anticipation at the next stupid stunt she'll be able to talk you into.