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Of White Shirts And Water-Balloons
"AHHH!" Norman jumped at hearing a scream from outside.
Abandoning his paperwork he left his office and went outside to investigate, smiling in amusement at finding the source.
It was in the middle of summer and hot outside, to the point where after his zoom-meeting with a couple of business men he had right away taken off his tie, jacket and vest, leaving him in his pants and white button-up shirt.
Meanwhile Lannion and Thoma had apparently decided to both cool down as well as mess with some of the others.
The mischievous duo had gotten their hands on a whole bunch of water-balloons and were throwing them at multiple others.
Some just ran away but others decided they weren't going down easily and had gotten their own balloons, resulting in an all out war with more than half of their family and friends involved.
He was about to turn around and go back when he heard his name being called.
Turning around he right away he felt his heart speed up at seeing Emma running towards him, wearing only a white t-shirt and blue shorts.
"Hey, Emma. I see you're having fun with everyone." he greeted her back with his usual friendly smile, chuckling when she nodded so wildly the antenna on her head swung back and forth.
"Yeah, it's so hot but the water keeps everyone cool and it's fun to try and hit each other! You should join us!" she said excitedly to which he smiled sadly.
"Believe me when I say I'd love to but I can't. I've still got a lot of work to do that really can't wait another day." he apologized.
"Seriously?!" Emma pouted, "You say that almost every single time we want you to take a break from work!"
"I'm afraid that comes with being a CEO of a multi-million company." he smiled wryly.
"But still!" Emma whined and he chuckled some more.
Suddenly a voice has heard shouting, "Emma, Norman, heads up!"
As they both turned to look at where the voice came from they both cried out when they were suddenly pelted by multiple water-balloons, soaking them completely.
Recovering from their initial shock they found multiple Thoma, Lanni and multiple of the youngest kids grinning at them, squealing as they quickly ran away.
"Well then... At least you were right and I feel a lot cooler now." Norman sighed, trying to not be annoyed as he lightly pulled at they shirt that now clung to his body, letting to to which it slapped back against him with a wet spat.
He frowned when Emma didn't respond at all.
"Emma?" he called, finding her staring at him, or more specifically, staring at his chest.
He was confused for a moment before realizing we was wet and wearing white shirt.
White clothes went pretty much see-through when wet!
Looking down he found that indeed his shirt didn't hide anything anymore, showing every detail of his upper body, especially his Lambda-mark.
He felt himself starting to turn red as he felt Emma's eyes burn into his practically naked body and quickly tried to cover himself with his hands.
While he wasn't as stickly skinny as he used to be, he still felt a little self-concious about himself.
"O-Oh! I-I'm sorry! I should-" he started to apologize before his traitorous brain realized something else.
Emma was also wet and had a white shirt.
Slowly, ignoring his internal commands to stop, his eyes left his own body and went to look at Emma herself.
Her shirt was see-through too.
His glaze slowly started at her face and krept downwards and damn it, he could see her bra!
He could see her bra and that is was colored blue, his favorite color!
His favorite shade of blue even!
He's had dreams that started like this (and felt horribly guilty afterwards each single time) but this was real life!
He could even count all the cute little freckles on her upper chest and shoulders!
Crap, crap, crap!
A yelp brought him out of his thoughts and to his horror he found Emma now staring at him, as her arms had flown up to cover her own chest.
She'd caught him staring at her body.
"I'M SO SORRY!" he cried out, waving his hands frantically.
"I-I swear I didn't mean to! I just-" "It's okay!" Emma cut him off.
"I... know you're not like that... This was an accident and I stared at you too..." she awkwardly told him, thought she avoided looking him in the eyes.
He didn't blame her.
"I should probably go and get that paperwork done." he told her stiffly, getting a single nod.
"And I should go and put on a new shirt." she answered just as stiffly to which he gave a single nod.
With that Norman turned around and sprinted back inside, faintly hearing rapid footsteps behind him but going the other way when he turned the corner to his office.
Obviously Emma was just as eager to get away from anymore prying eyes.
As soon as he reached his office he slammed the door shut and locked it before leaning his back against it with a groan at what had happened.
Even if Emma herself said it was fine, he had definitely acted like a pervert.
He just hadn't been able to help himself.
His beautiful Emma had been right in front of him, her body right in front of him.
He could see how her breasts her been small yet shapely in a way, how she had hundreds of adorable freckles, how her underwear was his favorite color!
He faintly wondered if her panties matched her bra and right away wanted to bang his head against a wall.
He really was a pervert, no matter what and the dreams he would most likely have later at night would only proof it more.
He groaned again.
All because of some stupid water-balloons when he and Emma both decided to wear white.
Little did Norman know however that on the other side of the house Emma was in her room having the exact same dilemma.
The End
Thanks for reading! I decided to write this for #NESummerFest2021, using the prompt "Wet"! I hope you liked it and will review, fav and read my other stuff too!
