"Oh my god, what happened here!?" came a loud woman's voice, at first sounding shocked, and then turning to laughter.

Kenzie and I were surprised, but Becky just chuckled. "Kenzie and Sam, this is my girlfriend Molly. Moll, this is my friend Kenzie that you've heard so much about, and her boyfriend Sam." Becky called out without even looking around. This was the first time anyone had introduced us as a couple and it made me happy.

Molly had appeared from the kitchen and made her way from behind the counter of the Beckery toward the little table we were seated around, obviously having entered through the back door. I was the only one of the three of us that had cleaned up at all, and that had been a half-assed job in the small bathroom. Unlike the two ladies sitting at the little table with me, at least I'd rinsed most of the French Silk pie out of my hair. I stood and shook Molly's hand as she burst out laughing at the sight of the two ladies. The first thing I noticed about her was her straight dark red hair, parted on the side and worn down. It was falling past both of her shoulders as well as down her back and continued about three quarters of the way to her waist. She was wearing a loose fitting short sleeved t-shirt dress that went down to just above her knees with some kind of fancy belt slung low around her hips. I loved the color of her dress. It was kind of a faded red (is mauve still a color?), definitely not pink, but too faded to still be called red. It probably shouldn't have looked good with her copper colored hair, but somehow it did.

Neither of the still pie-covered ladies stood up, but Becky leaned toward her partner, craning her neck and raising her head, obviously expecting a kiss hello. She had removed her work hat completely since it had been hit by a flying pie and only stayed on due her ponytail being pulled through the back. She'd also scraped some pie away from her eyes, but had done little to remove any of the sweet smelling mess from her hair or the rest of her face.

"Umm..." Molly considered her options. "What the hell," and leaned over to give her girlfriend a little kiss. She held her hair back, but still came away with chocolate and whipped cream around her mouth. "God, Babe, you make the best" Kenzie and I tensed, but apparently Molly knew better. "French Silk," she finished, licking her lips as she reached out with a finger and ran it along the side of Becky's face to get another sample. "This is kind of sexy. You know I've been wanting to do this? Maybe not quite in this quantity, but I've always thought it was a waste of potential dating someone who owns a bakery if you don't get to hit them with a pie at least once." Molly looked over her partner again. "Are you actually sitting on a cake, Babe?" She leaned in again and made a comical slurping noise as she helped herself to a generous helping of French silk from Becky's other cheek before turning her attention to the other side of the table.

"So you're Kenzie, huh? You know you've given my girl here a fair amount of stress, right?"

"That's why I came here today, to make things right," Kenzie replied.

"That would be great, but it might take more than one visit," Molly informed her, "that's up to Becky, though, not me." Molly paused again and thought for a minute. "If your plan was to let her hit you with half of the bakery it looks like you're off to a good start. That's a fair amount of punishment you've got all over yourself."

"What you see is only the half of it, Moll. There's a full blown No Man's Land going on inside her pants too." Becky bragged.

"No Man's Land, huh? Too bad for this guy!" Molly said, gesturing to me and lightening the mood. We all laughed and I hoped we might have the beginning of a decent friendship taking place. "Good for you, Babe!"

Kenzie chimed in next, "Speaking of what's going on in my pants, I've got to get moving before this starts to dry."

"Or curdle," I added helpfully.

Kenzie ignored me. "Becky, where are the cleaning supplies? We'll help you get this cleaned up."

"Don't worry about it, we normally mop every Saturday anyway, so this won't be all that much worse than normal. Besides, most of it's still stuck to you." Becky told her, but there was no meanness in her voice. It was obvious how good of friends they'd been in the past and were hopefully going to be once again.

"I'll get your bag out of the car so you can change," I told Kenzie.

"Nope, I'm going like this. Becky had to suffer for a whole school day back when we were seniors. The least I can do is wait until we get home to clean up." Kenzie said. "Besides, I don't want to make a mess of the restroom." I was probably reading too much into things, but I really liked that she referred to my place as "home," even though this was going to be the first time she stayed the night. Then she thought of something else, "Sam, what about your car?"

"Oh, that's the least of our worries. You have no idea how many times I've hosed that thing out or accidentally left the top down all night in the rain. I'll spray it out and then leave it open tonight and it'll be dry by morning. One of the perks of living in the desert." I turned to Becky. "Would you and Molly like to come over for dinner tonight? Kenzie promised to tell me what happened between you two in high school. I get it if you don't want to relive any painful memories, but if you want to tell your side too It seems like I'm the only one here who doesn't know anything about what happened.

"Don't feel bad, Sam," Molly broke in. "I don't know the whole thing either, just that there was a big fight at their school." She took one of the business cards from the counter and wrote something on the back of it, then handed it to Kenzie. "These are our cell phones. Text either of us Sam's address and we'll meet up with you in a couple of hours."

Kenzie walked out to the car with more dignity that I would have been able to muster in her condition, but that didn't really surprise me. Even though she'd run her fingers through her hair, it was still saturated with custard and cream as well as chocolate filling from the pies. There was still plenty of goop on her face as well, and her clothes looked like a soggy mess, where you could see them at all. The pitcher of milk that had been tipped over her head had drenched her entire outfit, and the custard and pies had added color, along with their own moistness. She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was walking funny, like she had a load in her pants, which I guess she did in a matter of speaking. I held the bakery door for her, and as it was slowly swinging closed I turned back to wave goodbye and couldn't help but notice Molly, who was now standing behind Becky, say, "We have GOT to do this with just the two of us some time," and she scooped a big handful of cake and frosting from the chair between her partner's legs and plopped it right down her cleavage.

I discreetly turned my attention back to escorting Kenzie to the car. After she was in I sat down on my side. She was squirming around trying to find a comfortable sitting position, and once out of sight of her former nemesis, she let her guard down a bit. "Yuck," she said, looking down at her crotch, "this is getting bad pretty quickly. The jelly is starting to dry and things are .. sticking."

"Let me help," I told her, and took a bottle of water from the cup holder. Opening the cap, I stuck the bottle upside down into her cleavage.

She let out a yelp but let the water flow down the inside of her shirt and soak into her lap. "Et tu, Brute?" she said, but she was smiling and she didn't move to change anything. After a few seconds she said, "You know, that actually does feel better."

"You know me, always trying to help."

She removed the now-empty bottle from where the collar of her t-shirt was holding it in place. "Let's put the top down."

"I thought you might want a little more privacy than that,"

"I owe it to Becky."

"You keep talking about that, but I think you've more than paid off any sort of debt that you might have owed already today." I saw her getting ready to correct me. "I know, I know, I wasn't there. But honestly Kenz, look what you let her do to you."

"I did worse to her Sam, and she had to live with some of it for the whole day at school. I'll get cleaned up when we get home, and then I promise I'll stop worrying about it. But for now, please put the top down. This is going to be fun."

"You're the boss," I said as I reached behind both of the sun visors to undo the latches that held the top in place. "But before we go any farther I've got to tell you something." I looked deep into her eyes and held her gaze for a long moment. "Being here with you, especially now that we're alone, has made me realize something. Kenzie, my dear" I paused again, searching for the right words. "You smell great! I mean seriously, you're making me freaking hungry and we just ate like an hour ago!"

"You're an idiot" she said, laughing. "Now let's get out of here!"

I would have been embarrassed getting the looks and stares that Kenzie accumulated as we drove along, but she owned it. I learn new things from Kenzie every day, and that day I learned how to take things in stride. When she saw someone gawking she waved at them. If they looked shocked she flashed her biggest smile. If their windows were down she'd talk to them. After a carful of oogling young guys made some rude comments she told them that they couldn't handle her. Soon afterwards she told a group of girls never to agree to be the volunteer from the audience for the clowns at the circus.

The only uneasy moment for me was when a motorcycle cop pulled up beside us. "Are you all right, miss?" he asked her.

"Yes officer, why ever do you ask?" she replied sweetly.

"Your appearance is, shall we say, unusual. Just making sure everything is okay."

"Oh goodness, is there something in my teeth?" she asked sweetly in return, making a show of lowering her visor to check her teeth in the mirror. I had no idea if the good natured cop could tell form his angle that was no mirror there.

The cop considered her for a moment. "You have a nice day, ma'am. Drive carefully sir." He raised two fingers to his forehead in salute and drove off. Fun was fun, but now I was worried that we'd run across a cop that didn't have this guy's sense of humor, and I saw the answer to that problem just ahead.

I pulled into a do-it-yourself carwash and said to Kenzie, "I know you were going to wait till we got home to clean up, but this way we don't have to get the hose out and..."

She interrupted me, "Oh, thank goodness. The water helped, but this is getting real uncomfortable again!" She practically jumped out and even though the sprayer was on the opposite side of the car, she had it in her hands and ready to go practically before I could swipe my debit card to get the thing running. The only problem was that neither Kenzie or I are particularly tall and the wand was so long that the only part of herself that she could effectively spray was from her thighs down. "You're going to have to help me with this."

"My pleasure!" I told her, quite sincerely. I cleaned her hair and face first, then started on her thin denim shirt. As I worked on her shoulders and chest, she untucked the shirt an held her arms out away from her sides, letting me spray the whole thing. I unrolled the sleeves with water pressure alone, and once it was thoroughly rinsed she unbuttoned it the rest of the way, peeled it off, and dropped it to the ground where it made a comical PLOP.

Next I cleaned off her thin blue t-shirt, which turned a beautiful dark blue color when it was wet. It clung to her very nicely and took on a great shininess. She held the collar open for me as I tried to clean her bra of the custard still lurking inside without hitting any sensitive areas with a full blast spray. I may have seen a thing or two that I was not technically yet to discover, but I mostly behaved myself. I only have to wait until tonight, after all, I told myself. Next we did her jeans, first the outside, then I tucked the sprayer inside. Some of the gunk from inside came out around her feet, but it wasn't nearly as much as I'd seen go in there an hour ago.

"I don't think this quite going to do it, Honey." I told her gently.

"Yeah, I know," she said, and started to open her button fly. "I'm not exactly shy, but I'd still rather not drop them completely, not here," she said, looking around. We weren't that far from the road, and I wasn't comfortable with giving the world a look at her without her pants on either.

"I have an idea," I told her, and retrieved her soaked chambray shirt from where she'd dropped it. It was quick work to spread it out on the trunk of the car and give it enough of a hosing to finish getting it mostly clean. I held it out to her and she got the idea right away, letting me hold it while she slipped her arms back into the sleeves. It took a bit of tugging since everything was now soaking wet, but we got it back onto her without too much trouble, and managed to do up the bottom three buttons. It hung to just below her butt and was long enough to hide what she wanted hidden and still give me room to work.

With the long shirt protecting her modesty, Kenzie proceeded to drop her pants to around her knees. I sprayed them out while she watched with approval and leaned this way and that to help me get things mostly cleaned out. It took a combination of her raising and lowering the jeans along with my strategic application of the sprayer, but eventually we got the job done and her 501s back up and fastened. She undid the rest of the buttons on the denim shirt again, but instead of tossing it to the ground like before, she rolled up the sleeves and tied the shirttails together just above her waist. It had seemed like half a bakery had flowed out her pants legs while I cleaned her jeans out, and her hair was a collection of soggy strands still dripping water, but when we were done she'd somehow managed to look pretty damn cute! Of course, I thought she looked even better since she was completely soaked but I'm weird like that.

"Your turn," she said, and took the wand and completed the job on my hair that I had started in the bakery restroom. She sprayed my hair and rinsed my blue and white shirt until all the small bits of pie crust and filling were just a memory. Then she turned the selector to "Foaming Brush" and proceeded to cover me with soapy foam from head to toe, I'm pretty sure just for the fun of it. It was pretty obvious that she was enjoying herself, and I didn't put up any sort of fight since I was having a good time also. She seemed to linger over the front of my jeans, but I wasn't complaining. When she was done, she handed the brush back to me and took a step toward the selector again, but as soon as she turned away from me I used the brush to start foaming her back. Forever the team player, she waited until I'd thoroughly soaped her back and butt before turning so that I could do her front like she'd done mine. When we were both completely covered in foam, she told me to wait for a minute as she got her phone out of the car and grabbed a quick selfie or two.

That was followed by another rinsing, each of us taking care to get all of the soap out of the others' clothes and hair. "Whew, I'm thirsty after that!" she said and grabbed my hand and led us over to the Circle K next door. We went in and bought a couple of iced teas. "Did you know you're supposed to put the windows up before going through the car wash?" she asked the kid at the counter who was staring at us as we dripped on his floor. She paid with a few sopping dollar bills and giggled as we squished out of the store and back to the car.

She helped me spray down the passenger seat before we left the car wash, pointing out that sitting on a wet seat wasn't going to get her any wetter than she already was while we made the short drive home. I thought that was a great idea and we used the foaming brush to clean both seats before spraying everything down with the wand. "Actually, it's kind of nice to be wet on a hot day like this. We can leave the top down and still be comfortable," she said and sprayed me again, before handing over the wand to receive a final soaking herself.

As we pulled out of the car wash I had a thought, "Would you mind sending Becky and Molly my address and asking if they have any weird dietary requirements? I don't have enough food at home to make dinner for four. I'd figured that the two us would be going out tonight."

"On it!" she assured me, and I'm pretty sure I saw her attach the selfie from the car wash. I parked at the Fry's Supermarket around the corner from my townhouse to wait for a reply and leaned over give Kenzie a kiss that I'd been holding back for a what seemed like forever. She responded with gusto, and this was no cute little peck, it was an all-out fuck-me-hard type of kiss. "About damn time," she told me after we came up for air. "I'll have you know that I expect that a lot sooner the next time you're washing my pants while I'm still wearing them!"

"I was trying to be a gentleman, but it would be my pleasure to work more kissing into our daily routine." For some reason it delighted me that she thought there would probably be more times that I was cleaning her up at a public car wash. I leaned over again, but her phone beeped.

"The ladies are leaving the bakery in a few minutes, so we've got about an hour head start on them," she told me. "They want to know if they should stop by their place or if you have a somewhere that they could clean up a bit."

She showed me the picture that Becky had sent in return. Becky had what looked like more pie in her face than she had when we left, and by the time they'd taken the picture, Molly was covered by what looked like more of the cake from Becky's chair. I laughed, remembering what was going on as we left. "Tell them they're more than welcome to the guest bathroom. I don't have anything for them to change into is the only problem, unless they want tees and sweats. I've got plenty of that kind of stuff. I was actually thinking that we could eat on the patio if it's not too hot outside for everyone"

Kenzie sent off another text and we hurried into the market, getting eight pre-skewered kabobs, some instant rice, and a couple bottles of wine that Kenzie liked. We'd air-dried enough that we weren't actually dripping any longer, but it was still fun going to the store mostly soaked. Kenzie reveled in getting stares from surprised strangers, and I was starting to think it was fun as well. She seemed to always have some sort of clever thing to say whenever she got a question or when she noticed someone staring a bit too long. We went through the self-checkout and she told a retired couple at the next register to be careful outside, it was raining cats and dogs. Of course, being Arizona, it was perfectly sunny outside and it hadn't rained for weeks.

Kenzie got the return text as we sat down in the car. The seats were still so wet I thought they'd actually made a splash, but they hadn't, even though our backs and butts were instantly soaked again. "They say that they're coming straight over, but they're still half an hour behind us. Plenty of time!"

We were just around the corner from my place by this time, and I parked in my reserved spot and we hurried inside. The rear of my condo was accessed through a tall gate that led from the parking lot onto the enclosed patio, which was big enough to comfortably contain a good sized gas grill along with my patio furniture. There was a hose attached to the side of the building which I used to water the few plants that I kept in a two foot wide strip that ran beside one of the side walls, from the building to the outer fence. Next to the hose was a set of sliding doors that led inside to the living room. The open kitchen/dining area and good sized living space that we stood in took up the entire first floor if you didn't count the half bathroom. The front door was exactly opposite from us and midway between the kitchen and the staircase that lead upstairs to two bedrooms, each of which had its own full bathroom attached. There was also a small laundry room between the two bedrooms. Kenzie dropped her overnight bag onto my bed, signaling that we both had similar intentions for tonight.

I set the kabobs to marinate in some Italian dressing while Kenzie whipped together a great looking salad out of things she found in the fridge that I never would have thought could come together so nicely. I was just about to set the table when Kenzie's phone beeped yet again letting us know that Becky and Molly were out front.

The street in front of the condo is a no parking zone, which is why I always come in through the patio in the back by the parking lot. Google Maps, of course, always directs people to the front door. I ducked out and directed them around the corner to the parking lot then hustled through the house to meet them in the back. They were quite the vision as they climbed out of the delivery van that had the Beckery's logo painted on its side. Becky still had some pie in her hair, although she'd obviously tried to neaten up a bit, and her work shirt desperately needed a thorough washing. Molly, on the other hand, seemed to have more cake and pie in various places than she had in the picture they'd sent. Hair, face, dress, you name it, there was a smear or crumble of cake or frosting. It didn't look like it added up to a ton, but there were small bits everywhere.

I laughed as I greeted them and said, "Hi there! I'm so glad you came over. Now I know how Molly felt when she walked in through the back of the bakery this afternoon!"

"Hi Sam," Molly called. "I thought maybe we should go home and get cleaned up, but Becky insisted on coming straight over. Things kind of, um, progressed after you left this afternoon."

"I'm just glad you're here," I heard Kenzie say. I hadn't even her heard follow me out, but there she was. She went straight to Becky and they hugged again, neither one caring about getting wet or smeared with bits of pie or cake anything else. Again, it was obvious how much they'd missed one another.

"Think we should be jealous, Sam?" Molly asked me.

"Nope. Just Happy." And I led the three ladies through the tall gate to the patio.

Before we could make our way through the sliding doors into the living room, Molly noticed the hose and spoke up. "Hey, would you mind if we cleaned up a bit out here? That way we wouldn't be messing up your bathroom. You'd be shocked how much flour and sugar and frosting Becky leaves everywhere when she cleans up after a normal day at work, and this is well, more." She said, indicating the state of both her and her partner.

"I'm not worried about the mess, so out here or in there, whatever works for you is great with me." I left Kenzie with them as I turned on the gas grill and went inside to the kitchen to get the kabobs. I also grabbed a few beach towels that I kept in a handy rack by the patio door since the condo association's pool was just on the other side of the parking lot. I wasn't gone long, but when I got back Molly and Kenzie were already completely soaked and Molly was working the hose back and forth inside Becky's polo shirt, presumably cleaning the cake I'd seen her deposit in there earlier today when Kenzie and I were leaving the Beckery.

Molly was a vision, wet from head to toe. Her t-shirt dress had turned a lovely dark red wine color as it clung to her every curve. Her already straight dark red hair was even darker now and made pleasant slapping noises as it hit her back over and over as she worked.

Becky looked like a drowned rat as Molly sprayed her down, her hair stuck to the sides of her head and water running through her shirt and cascading over her jeans. Her pink polo shirt still held some chocolate stains, and I thought they were probably there for good. The parts of her work shirt that were still unstained had somehow turned an even brighter shade of pink.

Kenzie once again took my breath away, even though I'd seen her soaked repeatedly through the course of the day. She'd once again removed her thin denim shirt, leaving it dripping where she'd hung it over the back of one of the lounge chairs. The tight fitting t-shirt didn't leave much to the imagination, even though its dark blue color was anything but see-through. What the t-shirt lacked in transparency it made up for in clinginess: the outline of Kenzie's bra was clearly visible as she helped get Becky cleaned up, every once in a while getting another spray from the hose that Molly was using.

All three of them squeaked and squished every time they took a step, which I thought was cool as hell, and I made sure to enjoy it for now, as I was sure one of them would remember to take their shoes off and the others would follow suit. Since I was the only one not dripping wet, I made several trips inside, gathering supplies to set the table and retrieve the food and drinks. Kenzie's towel hung around her neck while Becky and Molly had draped theirs over the backs of their chairs to dry. For some reason Becky had washed out her hat and wore it once again. Eventually the ladies declared themselves ready for dinner, and I finished cooking the kabobs as Kenzie opened the wine.

We gathered around the table and toasted to renewed friendship as we all dug into the dinner. I considered myself the luckiest guy in the world sitting here with three completely drenched, and very beautiful women. "Okay, you two," I glanced at Kenzie and Becky. "It's time for you to come clean. Pun intended," I chuckled at my own bad joke.

"Yep," Molly agreed. "Spill it!"

They looked at each other, and Becky gave Kenzie a little nod as if to give her the go-ahead. "Okay," Kenzie began, "it was our senior year of high school..."



*** Kenzie and friends will return ***