Yes, help the poor girl!

Helen looks like she really might need a hand, so I turn and head back to her. Standing next to her I look down and extend my hand. She glances up with a pissed off look on her face, as if saying she didn't need my help. Helen finally took my hand but instead of pulling herself up she yanked hard, forcing me to lose my balance and fall in the water next to her.

"Ha Ha Ha," Helen laughs and for the first time on this trip a smile forms on her face.

"That was funny, you got me," I tell her.

Helen finally opens up to me and speaks as if I am on the same level as her. "I am sorry... I guess I came off as a real bitch before huh?"

'You can say that again,' I think to myself, using all my will power not to say it out loud. After standing up I extend my hand to her again, this time she takes it and I pull her to her feet.

For a minute we stand in silence. My eyes wander down Helen's wet chest. Her thin, white top isn't doing a great job of hiding her hard nipples. The shirt is soaked, as well her shorts are too. Staring at her tits cause a my cock to stiffen, under my drenched jeans. Little did I know, Helen had taken a minute to check me out. Her eyes were quick to find the bulge at the front of my pants. I had not realized it was so obvious.

"Well it is getting late, we should be heading back to camp," I say, turning to walk in the direction of camp.

"hey wait, camp is this way," Helen points in the opposite direction.

Feeling pretty confident in myself, I know she is wrong. But if we take her way, maybe we'll be **** to spend some time alone, just the two of us. And perhaps I could talk her out of her wet clothes. But there is always the chance we could get lost in the woods too. My sense of direction has been wrong on one or two occasions, but it is quite rare.