Act natural and sidle away

"We've got to get inside," you say, nervously looking around. Amy isn't fidgeting quite as much as you are, but that might just be because she's having to tread water in this deeper part of the lake. As it stands, she's only using one arm to keep herself afloat, the other under the surface presumably covering herself; you're thankful, and in some small part quietly disappointed, in how well the murky lake water is concealing the two of you.

"I mean, obviously," Amy starts, looking over her shoulder, "not looking forward to the streak up the dock though..."

"Well... maybe we don't have to," you say, coming up next to her and pointing. Amy turns to face the same direction; you both stiffen for a moment as her body grazes yours, naked hip against naked hip, but you leave the awkwardness unspoken as she follows your finger to the edge of the lake. Off to the side of the dock, a ledge overgrown by local plant-life makes for a nice, secluded place for a couple of accidental skinny dippers to make a quiet getaway... if you can get there. It's clear on the other end of the lake around the cabin, meaning between you and it are a rowdy throng of your more popular peers. "Maybe if we go around the outside?" Amy mulls it over for a minute, before taking a deep breath.

"Alright," she says, with a nod back at you, "let's move." The two of you slowly set off, Amy's confident demeanor diminishing rapidly as she has to tip-toe towards shallower waters. You try to keep calm and look normal, jolting slightly at every weed underfoot or errant current flowing around or between your legs, one hand still covering your cock. As you circle around the party-goers (a few of the chicken players trying to wave you back to the game, but not caring to fight you when you wave them off), you clear your throat and break the silence.

"So I'm, kinda... surprised, I guess? That you're so embarrassed by this," you say to the girl ahead of you.

"...You're suprised I'm embarrassed at being almost naked in front of a bunch of people?"

"I mean, when you say it like that, it doesn't sound weird, but you're, y'know..." Amy looks over her shoulder and cocks an eyebrow at you, not smiling or frowning. "It's not the first time you've, uh, shown off, or something like that, I mean," you stammer, and are relieved when she starts chuckling and shaking her head.

"I guess you're not wrong about that," she says, "but its one thing to like, moon one of the teachers and then run before they can see who did it, or flash the football team at a game, or even go streaking at a party like this, and like... something like this. Having it sprung on you, I mean," she says, seeing you aren't quite getting it, "if I was going to do something like this it'd either be over quick, or I'd be able to get dressed when I wanted to, or hell, maybe even get a few more people in on it, so it's not just me, right?"

"I guess that makes sense," you say. The two of you have made it closer to the shore- the water getting worryingly close to your waistline, but at least Amy can put the flat of her feet on the ground now, her sodden bra having seen better days as her breasts breach the surface.

"And..." she says, trailing off.

"And?" you ask, and Amy turns to face you. You'd seen Amy looking apologetic before, but this expression lacked the playfulness she usually had even then.

"...I'm sorry I talked you into this," she starts, not meeting your eyes, "if I'd let you stay dry and dressed, or stopped when you said to when we were gearing up to play, at least you could've made it out of this." You take that in for a moment... before bringing your hands up in the water and splashing her square in the face. "Pffft- hey!"

"C'mon, I'm not mad," you say, "I'm the one who forgot his suit, and I could've said no at any point so far."

"Yeah, but I kept pushing you, y'know?"

"Oh, please. I would've just told you to fuck off if there wasn't part of me that didn't think it sounded like fun. And, uh, y'know," you say, your turn to look away, "it helped that I got a nice view out of it," you finish. Amy blushes a bit harder for a moment, before snorting at you.

"Oh, you dork!" she says, punching you in the arm with a big grin on her face, "and here I was getting all shy 'cause you were here! Guess I know better now, you big perv!" You get splashed back for your trouble, and raise an arm to shield yourself, though your eyes cant help drifting downward, one of Amy's bra straps having slid off her shoulder and the cup sagging to match, showing a hint of the dark nipple underneath. You gulp and look up to her face, realizing she was looking down at you in turn, the water shallow enough here that, now that you'd moved your arms, she can see a patch of pubes and the barest hint of your shaft. Her eyes rise to meet yours, and you both turn away, blushing madly, but grinning, even as you duck both hands back below the water and she readjusts her remaining piece of underwear.

"Let's uh... let's save the mushy stuff until we're dressed," you say.

"Or at least until we're back inside," she says, and you don't need to look to picture the cheeky grin she has on her face, even as the heat rises to yours.

Something else rises to your face as well, very quickly, which is to say, a beach ball suddenly catches you in the nose. You're stunned more than hurt, but your heart sinks as you hear the cry of 'sorry' and see the people who launched it: Rebecca, the cheerleader host of the party, and Denise, the captain of the girl's basketball team, both of whom were now wading towards you faster than you would've liked, not more than 20 feet from the outcropping you were going to escape do.

"Ah, dammit," Amy summarizes.