Yes

Time soon proved Zack's prediction right, the torrential downpour slowing to a drizzle, before finally sputtering out completely. The sky, which had been almost black save for when it was being illuminated by lightning, actually began to lighten, patches of blue becoming visible amidst the grey. The improved light saw everyones moods taking a turn for the better, Heather's features and attitude softening as the sun began to break through.

"Right," she said, her anger having melted into a brisk businesslike bossiness. "We need to get out of these wet clothes, or we'll all catch colds." She quickly began pulling off her shoes, the two boys leaping into action alongside her, the danger they felt they were in providing a compelling motivator for urgency.

Gavin simmered as he pulled his shirt over his head, Heather's rapid transition from glowering to drill-sergeant rubbing him entirely the wrong way. His animosity evaporated as soon as his shirt came off completely and the fabric that had been blocking his view was removed. Heather's large breasts, barely contained by a blue bra, jiggled appealingly as she cast her tank top aside and began hurriedly working her shorts down her legs. Gavin gaped, breaking out of his stupor just before she managed to pull them off and look up to see how the two of them were doing.

Zack had also noticed, though managed to play it somewhat cooler than Gavin, his cock stiffening in his boxers. He grimaced, the bulge definitely visible, though disguised as he bent forward to remove his jeans. That was the position he was in when Heather looked up, the impact of her semi-nakedness on Zack hidden from her. Meanwhile Gavin's hands skittering to remove his own jeans, a slight blush in his cheeks, told Heather all she needed to know about how he felt about her body.

She smirked as she turned to hang her clothes on a nearby branch, Gavin's jaw dropping almost to the floor as her amazingly toned ass came into his line of vision. Zack tapped him quietly but firmly on the shoulder, making him jump and emit a small yell as he toppled to the floor, the jeans around his ankles stopping him from regaining his balance.

"For God's sake Westher," Heather smirked. "What's the matter with you?"

"Help!" he squeaked in a deeply effeminate tone, his face now entirely red behind his glasses. Heather turned back to her clothes, chuckling to herself as she hung her shorts up. Zack gave Gavin a hand, helping him back to his feet and shooting him a sympathetic look before starting to hang his own clothes up.

Gavin hurriedly removed his jeans, his anger forgotten amidst a haze of embarassment. It was bad enough being around Heather when he wasn't making a fool of himself, though then again she had a way of making him feel like he was always making a fool of himself. In a sense it was better to have done something he knew was definitely embarassing. At least then he knew where he stood and why.

"Alright you two," Heather addressed them, having hung up her clothes. Even half-naked she exuded the same confidence as before, standing before them in a bra and panties like it was the most natural thing in the world, like humans had never invented anything beyond undergarments.

"What's the plan?" she asked, somehow making the act of asking what the hell they should do a plan of it's own. It was comforting in a way, Gavin conceded, her taking charge.

"I mean..." Zack began. "Now we know we're not going to die in the storm, it's sort of fine isn't it?"

Heather processed his words for a moment. "I suppose it is."

"They all know where we went," Zack continued. "They'll work out something's happened eventually, if we're not back by tonight. Maybe even before then if they noticed how stormy the lake was. They'll call someone and they'll rescue us."

Heather nodded. "A fine point, well made. Do you have anything to add?" She addressed the last part to Gavin, who looked newly relieved.

After a brief pause he looked up at her. "We're not going to die?"

She snorted. "No Westher, we're not going to die. I mean you might, if you pull a stunt like earlier and fall in the water, but me and Zack here should be fine." With the threat of imminent danger removed she was able to look more closely at the two boys in front of her. Both were skinny, pale, Gavin especially so. Furthermore, both were sporting surpisingly sizeable bulges in the fronts of their boxers. They too felt the pressure of the removed danger, looking embarassedly away from Heather even as she smirked at their erections.

"So um..." Gavin began, still not able to look at Heather. "What do we do?"

"Looks like we have some time to kill fellas," Heather grinned widely. "This little escapade might turn out to be an adventure after all. And..." She held up her backpack. "We have food. I packed a little picnic for us." The two boys expressions brightened at the prospect, but her face darkened slightly. "Say thank you."

"Th-thank you!" they stammered.

"You're welcome," she replied sweetly. "Now, let's do some exploring."