Jess, the car looks great, thanks.

She sighs. "So I can go get changed?" You smile and shake your head.

"You can go inside," you tell her. "But keep that on." She nods, and walks into the house. You follow and lock the door behind you, wishing that there was a do not disturb sign you could put on the front of the house. As Jess walks towards the kitchen you duck into your den and grab the polaroid.

"Jess, get into the bedroom!" you shout. You hear her mumble something and realize that this hasn't been her favorite game. Not that you mind, really, but you can't ignore feeling sort of bad about embarassing her like that.

The pictures will make up for it, you tell yourself as you drift into the bedroom. Jess is waiting dutifully, trying not to get anything wet. The shirt is still very wet, and her breasts are still very visible beneath the shirt. You snap a quick picture before she knows what's going on.

"Hey!" she shouts, covering up her tits with her hands. "What the fuck!" You snap another picture, enjoying this game.

"Put your hands behind your head," you whisper. Jessica looks at you strangely, but does as you ask. You snap a picture, and she begins looking skittish. "Push out your chest." Jessica begins to refuse, but does as you ask, and thrusts her chest out. Her breasts bulge against the shirt, straining the fabric as the shirt outlines her breasts delightfully.

You put the camera down and walk over to Jess, who seems a bit uncomfortable.