She does

Although Anna would much rather just have her clothes back in her possession, this Natasha girl seemed determined to make Anna's nudity last as long as possible.

"Fine." Anna consented.

"Wonderful." Natasha beamed. "Shall we head to the changing room? We haven't got long until this period is over, after all, and you still need to blow dry your clothing."

The other girl made no move to climb the ladder, so Anna resigned herself to putting on a show. After throwing the soaking wet shirt over her shoulder, Anna climbed the ladder and exited the pool well aware that her bare behind was being exposed to the other girl. She shot a quick glance over towards the window but, as before, the only people visible were the boy's soccer team far in the distance. As she moved over to the bleacher she realised that she was still wet, including her hands, and handling the phone directly was probably a bad idea. She bent over the bleacher and set about using Claire's bra to pick it up without touching it. There was a splash behind her as Natasha got out of the pool, and Anna heard a muttered "Nice!" from the other girl, but she ignored it. Once the phone was safely nestled within the cup, Anna retrieved her own bra and stood up. She was kind of hoping that the other girl might have taken off the swimsuit again - purely to lessen her own embarrassment, of course! - but was disappointed to see the other girl still wearing it. Walking side by side the two of them made their way along the pool and back towards the changing rooms with Natasha eyeing the other girl's chest the entire way. Anna made no attempt to cover up. Other than getting the bras wet it wouldn't really serve a purpose since the other girl had seen everything anyway.

Once they reached the changing room Natasha held the door open and grinned wickedly. Anna stepped through, thoroughly expecting the other girl to give her a slap on the backside or something, but surprisingly she did not. There was definitely something behind that grin though...

The changing room was made up of several rows of lockers, back to back, with benches inbetween the gaps. Natasha led her towards a bench where Anna was surprised to find two towels. One of them was full sized, the other was a face cloth. Natasha handed the face cloth to Anna.

"Here, you can dry yourself with this." she offered.

"Gee. Thanks." Anna replied.

She placed the bras on the bench and, a little distance away from that, the wet shirt. She picked up the face cloth but stopped to stare as Natasha unhooked the shoulders of her swimsuit and stripped it down to her crotch. She let go of it and gravity did the rest with a wet flop. She stretched, giving Anna an unhindered view of her body once more, before picking up the bigger towel and moving towards the showers.

"Don't steal that." she said over her shoulder. "Or else it will be the last piece of clothing you - and Claire - get from me today."

Anna eyed the costume and the soggy remnants of her own outfit. It _would _cover her upper and lower halves. Of course a swimsuit would be the only thing below her waist so it would be a little like walking around in her underwear, and it left the problem of what Claire would wear, but maybe she could try lost and found...