First, who's at the party? (All female path)

Your stomach clenches with anxiety at the sight of the partygoers. Every single of them is a girl. It seems like Amy invited every female senior at your school.

"How many people did Amy invite?" Chris asks. "Look at all these people!"

"They're all clique leaders," Denise notices. "There's the goth chick, the preppy rich bitch, the foreign exchange student..."

"Hey, isn't that our French teacher?" Zoe asks. "Isn't she in college?"

"Not helping, Zoe!" Rebecca hisses.

You can't help but groan and look away. It was bad enough being exposed in front of your friends (along with Candy and Dana and Zoe) but this many women getting an eyeful was too humiliating to imagine.

"Now what the fuck do we do?" Candy asks. "We can't just go out there!"

Tammy scans the party one more time before turning to face all of you. Her eyes dart down to your covered junk before she uses a hand to block it from her eyes. The other hand covers her breasts and she crosses her legs to block her pussy from you.

"Okay, I've got any idea: let's wait to see what they do. If they start setting up camp or go back in the bus for supplies, we can make a run for the cabin without being seen."

"What if they go swimming, like we did?" Chris asks.

"We could sneak into the water and pretend we didn't hear them," Tammy says. "Then we'll all be embarrassed. At least we won't be alone."

"Wouldn't mind having some more fun with more losers," Dana says with a grin. "Here's hoping they go swimming."

You nod your agreement and watch the party, torn between wanting to see them lose their swimsuits and wanting to get a chance to run back to the cabin.