Let's make it worse.

You chuckle to yourself as you watch James trying to keep the bulge in his pants hidden, and Amy looking like an entrant in the Spring Break Wet T-shirt contest. As luck would have it, another opening suddenly gives you a perfect opportunity.

James reaches down to grab at his trousers, one hand still clutching at his crotch, while at the same time Amy tries to struggle to her feet. A little push on the water and Amy skids forward once more, and James's hand misses his jeans, instead grabbing a handful of Amy's shirt. One quick tug, and a small helping of magic is all it takes for the last three buttons on Amy's shirt to give up, the whole thing yawning wide open.

"Son of a bitch!" Amy screams, struggling to her feet. "Now look what you've fucking done!" Finally back on her feet Amy gives James a shove, and with his jeans at his ankles he quickly loses balance, landing hard on the floor.

No longer even bothering to try and hold her shirt closed James is graced with the vision of Amy stood over him, soaking wet, her shirt wide open, pink bra struggling to contain her ample bosom and it's too much for him. Unable to control it, his cock swings to fully erect status, it's head popping out the top of his Y-fronts, and instantly drawing Amy's attention.

"I cannot believe you're actually enjoying this!" Amy tries to resist the urge to kick him as he lays at her feet. "Now I really am going home to change, and you'll be fucking lucky if I come back!"

You watch as Amy pulls her soaked shirt right around her stood over the prone, stammering teen, and grabs her car keys. It looks very inviting to intervene one more, but you can't help but wonder what other fun may present itself if you don't....