"Of course Ami, what wi-" Matt's cheeriness evoporated, or rather was stunned into submission, as she suddenly slid his hand to her panty-shorts beneath her dress, able to feel the quite obvious wetness of the excited female, and the brunette swim-captain felt his throat suddenly dry. What he wouldn't give for a nice, ice-cold water right then....All thoughts of drinks vanished as Ami suddenly gripped his manhood through his shorts, squeezing the now quickly-swelling penis. "I...er..." Matt wasn't a stranger to this sort of thing, but he was a little awkward since Ami was one of the only girls he HADN'T expected this from. Even so, she was coming to him in need, and he wouldn't be a man if he turned her down. "Of course, Ami..." Matt murmured softly, and gently the male began to softly stroke her. Two fingers pressed against the wet slit through her panties, slowly starting to rub up and down as he leaned over. "I'll help." He promised, giving her a smile for a moment as he shifted so that he was facing her more, his second hand gently reaching over and suddenly cupping one of the mounds that she had hidden beneath her dress, squeezing the ample globe lightly.