Making A Splash

God knows how many buckets they used. It must have been a lot. Or maybe it was all just in one big fucking bucket, because it certainly felt like that when it came crashing down onto me.

Even though I knew it was coming, that didn't make it any easier or make my reaction any different from the people around me.

There were screams as the cold water hit us, because of course it just had to be cold. It rained down on us in a thundering wave and I immediately felt it seep down through all of my clothing to cling at my skin.

Sodden with it I started shaking, trembling as I blinked to get the water out of my eyes and then pushed back my hair. I stared around at the people next to me and saw them reacting, registering what had just happened as they turned their heads up to the sky to confirm it.

The building we were stood in front of was short, only maybe two stories high. It had a wide open gathering space on the top of it that was available during the good weather to relax and read books from the library and lounge and gather in a place where you wouldn't have to watch your volume. Benches and little flower boxes and the like, oh and also at the moment a few friends and co-conspirators of the Kim's who had filled a few large buckets with water and tipped their contents over the edge onto us.

While we all gasped and tried to figure things out, the Kim's laughed and relished the photo they got. All of the people around me were quickly starting to put the pieces together and react, and when my eyes fell on Rachel I saw that she had wrapped her arms around herself.

At first I didn't think much of that. Sure it was a warm and sunny day but it was cold water that we'd been drenched with, so it was reasonable that she might be cold. I personally wasn't but I've always been able to kind of self-regulate my temperature so I wasn't surprised that my inclination was different, but then I started to notice the pattern.

All the girls in the group were mimicking her, clasping their arms over themselves or otherwise pulling at their shirts and pulling them away from their bodies. The guys in the group, drenched just as much as the girls, had none of that concern. In fact they weren't moving at all, they were just looking.

Blake was just looking. Eddie was just looking. Fully half of them were just looking. Looking at me.

The only girl who wasn't covering up.

Cold water plus fabric plus feminine curves is a predictable experiment. You didn't have to be a genius to put two and two together, but apparently you had to be smarter than me. Because it took me a good few beats and a glance down at myself to see why they were staring.

Every inch of my clothing was clinging to me. I had been dead center in the middle of the group so I got all of the water and not one bit of me wasn't soaked. And that meant my clothing was stuck to me, hugging every curve of this body that I had barely even begun to know.

And it meant that the natural reactions of cold water on a body were happening to me. Things were tightening, goosebumps on my arms and all the rest of it. My nipples were hard and poking out through the front of my shirt, clearly visible to all of these men.

I squealed, clasping my arms over myself in reaction to it. Once more I cemented my first impression with all of these guys, making them remember my face with a blush or a flush in my cheeks.

Blake smiled lasciviously at me and I looked anywhere other than him. I locked eyes with Rachel who gave me a sympathetic smile which wasn't the kind of smile I wanted, but was at least a bit of a comfort in the end.

Stepping automatically I moved over to her, shuffling in closer as I bumped her shoulder and the Kim's drew our attention once more.

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