Amber

The lead basketball player, an athletic young man standing at about six foot four, chuckled. "Wow, never thought I'd see the day. Its raining nude chicks, yall."

Amber slowly lifted her head up, still in shock from the past few seconds, only to meet the eyes of a dozen college athletes sharing a laugh at her expense. She quickly jumped to her feet, and just as quickly realized how much of a mistake that was when all eyes darted down to her chest. She threw an arm over her boobs, but the lack of balance caused her to fall back on her ass.

It was no use. She was practically under a spotlight, and anything she did to cover up only gave these boys a show, with her ample curves bouncing at the slightest movement. "What do you want?" she asked with venom.

"To play basketball," a redheaded boy said. "Why are you naked? Looking for attention?"

Amber began to snap back, but before she could, she heard a yell from behind her.

"HEY!" Jake yelled, leaping over the wall. Under different circumstances, Amber would have found herself amused, this naked warrior jumping to her rescue. It seemed he had abandoned all shame, coming to a strong stance in front of her, his small dick hanging freely between his legs. If nothing else, she had a hint of admiration for his confidence.

"Leave her alone," Jake sneered, doing his best to be intimidating.

The lead athlete, more confused now than amused, tried to hide a smirk. "Alright, what's going on here. Were you two fucking or something?"

Jake turned beet red. "What?! No, no, you see, we-"

"We had a little accident," Amber explained, awkwardly sitting up while barely containing her breasts behind her arms, "we were hoping to get back to the dorms without getting in trouble."

The athlete nodded. "Ah, I gotcha. You should've just said that, my man! You're very lucky."

Jake was confused. He had prepared for a fight, and though realistically he couldn't have taken on this dozen or so athletes, he at least was hoping for some consideration.

The leader of the group reached into the duffel bag that was laying on a bench, and pulled out a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. "Like I said, very lucky. I've only got one spare outfit, but one of you could cover up and get back to the dorms."

Jake and Amber exchanged looks. For the first time that night, Jake could manage eye contact with her without feeling like he was going to explode in shame. It seemed insane to him, but the two shared a smile. Finally, things were looking on the upside. She seemed to be waiting on him for a decision, a gesture that seemed foreign to Jake.

Jake reasoned he could probably take the shorts, and leave Amber with the top. It wasn't perfect, but it was preferable to continuing the night in the buff. Then again, it was Amber that got him into this mess. If he wanted to take the clothes and leave, he'd be more than justified. But, he just risked his own neck to save her. Surely that was for a reason, no?