She'll help, but she wants something first...

Rebecca keeps glancing down between your legs after your little outburst. A wicked grin crosses her face after a moment of thinking.

"Sure, sure, I can open that door for you," she starts.

"Great!" says Amy, "let's--"

"But _obviously _I can't just go back in the house like this," Rebecca continues, snaping the strap of her top for emphasis. "I mean, I'm soaking wet! I'll have to dry off before I can help you...." she says, and her eyes gleam as she meets your gaze. "Mind lending a girl your towel, Sam?" Your face falls and you move a hand to your waistband.

"That's-- I, uh, can't, actually," you stammer out.

"Aw, that's too bad," Rebecca says, as she stretches her arms over her head, "because otherwise I was kind of getting a second wind, y'know? Might go back to swimming for a while." She pivots and turns to face the lake, a saunter in her hips as she waves over her shoulder. "Feel free to jump in, I'm sure we'd all love to--"

"Hey Rebecca! Catch!" The cheerleader turns back at Amy's cry and, with a short-lives expression of surprise, catches Amy's wadded towel out of the air. In one quick motion, Amy had whipped her towel off and sent it through the air towards your host. You've seen Amy naked plenty today, but you're still staring agape at her now, having stripped herself butt naked in the middle of a crowd. A din of laughter, whistles and appreciative whoops rises up from the crowd behind you. She's barely covering herself, one hand between her legs and the other at her hips, leaving her ass out for you and the partygoers to gawk at while she thrusts her chest forward, tits pointing defiantly at Rebecca and the handful of people still in the lake.

"There you go!" Amy says, a hint of edge to her voice. You wonder, a little selfishly, it its because she's angry that Rebecca was targeting you. Just as likely she's trying to sound confident instead of embarrassed, keeping up appearances to avoid showing any cracks-- besides the big one down her backside that was currently drawing plenty of attention. For her part, Rebecca is frowning, but simply sighs and wraps the towel around herself.

"Yeah, alright. By all means, Amy, lead the way!" Rebecca gets a little bit of her smug smile back, motioning for Amy to turn. While she does, you try to step in front of her, hoping to block people's view of her from this angle, but she just gives you a small smile and waves you to the side.

"It's okay, dude," she says quietly, her cheeks colored with a faint blush, "I got this." You're about to protest when you get interrupted by another familiar voice from the end of the dock.

"Wait up!" Candy calls, coming up the ladder. She's still dripping wet from the lake, and her breasts bounce as she bounds after you. "This party's starting to pick up!"

"Gee, thanks," mutters Rebecca, who pouts, and then pauses. "But yeah, why don't you come on inside with us, Candy?" she says, and winks to her fellow cheerleader. Candy grins, catching on instantly.

"You sure? I mean, I'd hate to drip so much water on your floor." Your stomach sinks as you start to get their drift, and Amy isn't hiding her annoyance behind a smile anymore.

"You're right!" Rebecca replies, relishing your expressions, "I wouldn't want to leave you behind though-- Sam?" Both cheerleaders are staring you down now. "Care to lend a girl your towel?"

"Hey now," Amy starts, "Knock it off." She sounds pissed now, which you're kind of touched by, but even you have to admit it's a little hard to take her seriously with her ass and tits hanging out.

"They don't sound too grateful to be at the party, do they?" Candy asks Rebecca. You swallow, fighting down the part of your brain protesting what you're about to do, as she continues. "In fact, maybe we shouldn't even let them back in-- ack!" Candy shuts up as a damp towel suddenly smacks into her face. Another chorus of whistles and cheers sounds off as the party goers get a full view of your bubble butt, but to the dismay of your host and those still swimming, you're quick to cover your front. Not that it isn't difficult; even after going a couple rounds already, you cock has been steadily rising right back to attention since Amy took off her towel, and the adrenaline from exposing yourself is only making it swell faster.

"Well alright!" Rebecca says. Unlike Candy, who is evidently feeling slightly insulted for some reason, she's nothing but delighted. "After you!" You and Amy turn back to the house-- Candy recovers quickly with a low wolf whistle at your full moon-- and as you walk Amy nudges you with her elbow, walking close to you to have a conversation under the noise of the crowd.

"You okay?" she asks. She's still trying to **** a smile for the crowd, but you can tell from her tone that she's worried for you. "This was dumb. I don't know why I thought she wouldn't be a dick about this."

"It's not great," you admit, "But... yeah, it's okay. We've got this." You **** a weak smile of your own, and for a moment, hers gets more genuine.