Spotted right away

Hopes of going generally unseen are dashed right away as the two of you walk out into the lake house's main room, finding a small group of people on and around the couch. You recognize a few of them as track team members and soccer players, evidently having gotten tired of swimming, but perking right back up at the sight of a towel-clad couple walking through the room.

"Heya, Amy!" says one short redhead, waving with a grin as she sits on the couch's arm rest. She also has a towel wrapped around her body, but the still-soggy straps of her suit are visible above its hem, highlighting Amy's own conspicuously bare shoulders, and the faintest hint of tan lines trailing down to her cleavage.

"'Sup, Julie," Amy responds casually, still pulling you towards the sliding glass doors. She's keeping a calm expression on her face, more than you probably are anyway, but you notice her tightening the towel around her chest as her eyes scan across the other smirking students in the room.

"You two having fun?" Julie continues. Real or imagined, you can feel her eyes roaming over you as you cross the room. "Going back out for a swim, maybe?"

"Nah," Amy says, "just trying to grab Rebecca for a second." Amy opens the sliding door, and the two of you hustle outside, but not before the rush of wind coming into the room catches your towels, raising them just enough to reveal a hint of the bare hips beneath them. You shut the door behind you to a chorus of giggles, as Amy gives your wrist a reassuring squeeze before letting go of your arm.

"Come on," she says quietly, "not too much more of this." You nod as you follow her through the backyard, catching more bemused glances as you go. It's not hard to imagine the fuel you're feeling the rumor mill, but you actually take a bit of courage thinking of that; the conclusions they were probably coming to about you and Amy were true, and you had a pretty damn good time making them happen. It's only once you come to the edge of the dock that you start to deflate again, immediately finding yourself face to face with your host as she climbs the latter out of the lake. A confused frown crosses her face when she catches sight of you, but it fades into a smirk as Amy starts explaining your situation.

"Hey, Becs!" she starts, "Party's been a blast! But, uh, we were looking to head out, and our stuff kinda got locked in one of your guest rooms, so if you had a second, or could tell us where the key was...." As Amy trails off, you hear a gasp below you, to your right. You'd been shifting your weight from one leg to the other, trying to keep in the background behind Amy and not look as awkward as possible, and in the process had shuffled to the side edge of the dock. Just below was Candy, having apparently noticed the folks on land making a bit of a commotion over you, and following their line of sight to the source put her right underneath you. In fact, from where Candy is wading now, she's looking directly up at you, grinning widely, cheeks tinted red, and trying not to giggle, only glancing up to meet your eyes before she looks back down, right at your....

You jump back from the dock's edge, snapping your hands down over your crotch. How long did Candy have a perfect view up your towel?! Amy gently elbows you in your side, looking concerned but confused, before Rebecca coughs for your attention, apparently ready to give you an answer.