Much like spring gives way to summer (which is when all of this was happening), Kenzie and I started to realize that our method of foreplay was a bit different than it had been in any of our previous relationships. We were in our twenties and in the honeymoon phase to be sure, so our lovemaking was frequent and often spontaneous, but we both noticed that the sex was more intense after a fully clothed soaking and especially after getting messy, which happened more often than I would have thought possible thanks to Kenzie's circle of friends and her devil-may-care playful attitude. My old convertible was a great help in our wet and mucky adventures, since we didn't have to worry about trashing the car on our way home it dried out nicely overnight, even after a quick scrub and hose down to take care of the more goopy instances. Inevitably, we began seeking out opportunities to further our indulgences, even if neither of us were aware that we were doing it. I know I certainly was unaware of any planning, but I was happy to be on the lookout for opportunities. Kenzie probably had more of a plan than I did, she'd always been smarter than me, and for all of her devilishness, she was a world-class organizer and usually had a plan, or at the very least a method to her madness.

It turns out that there was an abundance of splash pads throughout the greater Phoenix area, probably because they could be used all year round, unlike in colder climates. We tended to eat or shop or drink in areas where we walked past these pads on a regular basis, again probably due to a master plan of Kenzie's that I was unaware of. There was a great one at San Tan Village, an upscale outdoor mall with a few restaurants and night spots that we both enjoyed. These places were classier than Woody's and we found ourselves enjoying dinner there once or sometimes twice a week. The walk from one of the eateries back to my car inevitably took us by the splash pad and as often as not one or both of us would accidentally on purpose get caught by a blast of water which would usually lead to a good-natured round of trying to splash the other person, winding up with both of us getting moist.

On one memorable occasion we were walking hand in hand talking about the dinner we'd just finished and Kenzie lead us right through the center of the splash pad, nonchalantly continuing her end of the conversation as we walked. She usually dressed pretty casually, like all of her college friends, but when we came to San Tan she often dressed a little nicer than normal, even though Phoenix is always pretty casual. This night she wore a summer dress in red with little white flowers in the pattern and a light jean jacket. As we ambled along Kenzie never let go of my hand as she made a point of walking directly over the jets of water, drenching her panties and matching red Keds from below at least as much as when the water fell back to earth, soaking her hair and jacket from above. When we got to the end of the splash zone I'd been sprayed pretty good a few times but Kenzie was as wet as if she'd just walked out of the ocean! She finally broke character and said, "Oh my gosh, that was fun! I knew I'd get wet, but I didn't know it would be like that!" as she finally let go of my hand to wipe the soaked hair out of her face. Then she turned back, telling me that she'd forgotten something at the restaurant, and she led the way as we retraced our route through the jets of water. She pushed through the restaurant doors and went straight to the hostess stand, leaving a watery trail behind her, soaked Keds making squishing noises as she went.

"Excuse me," she said to the gaping hostess, "We just had dinner here and I think I left my credit card on the table. Do you mind if I take a quick look?"

The hostess clearly didn't know quite what to say and stammered, "Um, uh sure"

Kenzie walked back through the crowded dining room, returning momentarily holding up the card and smiling. "Still there! Thanks for your help," she said to the hostess, leaving quite a few surprised diners in her squishy wake as we sailed through the doors back into the hot desert night.

"Now that was fun!" she said, laughing as we made our way through the splash zone a third and final time on our way to the car.

Kenzie wasn't an exhibitionist by any means - she never showed an inappropriate amount of skin in any of our adventures - even though a pretty young woman in clingy wet clothes is damn sexy in my opinion. I think that it was more that she enjoyed surprising and shocking people. She loved being the center of attention, and I think the shocked looks she got from strangers also appealed to her wicked sense of humor. Of course there was an erotic side to it, but that aspect was kept private between us. Sometimes she'd involve me in her messy or wet escapades and sometimes not, but we both knew that when they occurred, they almost always led to rather enthusiastic lovemaking. She was also never a victim. Other than her nephews, no one ever dared push her into a swimming pool, but she wouldn't hesitate to jump in on a dare if she was in the mood.

Speaking of her nephews, I didn't get a chance to meet them until Kenzie and I had been together for a few months. She'd told me about her relationship with her older sister Carly, but we'd yet to meet as that branch of her family had been back East on a month long vacation for a good portion of the time that Kenzie and I had been together. That changed one Saturday morning while Kenzie and I were out in search of a chocolate covered donut and an Egg McMuffin.

Kenzie's phone beeped with a text message and she asked me to read it to her since she was driving.

"Your sister says that they got home last night and wants to know if you can come over to see them and maybe help clean out the camper."

"I didn't think they'd be back until next week! We're not doing anything important today, right?"

"Nope. I thought maybe a movie later, but nothing that can't wait," I replied.

"Great! In that case you're finally meeting my sister and her family!" She paused and then mumbled, "I just wish I'd worn something else." We hadn't planned on being out for very long, just get some drive thru food and then go right back home, but Kenzie looked fine, especially for cleaning out a camper. She wore faded blue jeans, a chocolate brown long sleeved women's Henley shirt with the sleeves pushed up to just below her elbows and the top couple of buttons undone, and white leather Nike sneakers that, for once, didn't match anything else she was wearing.

She saw me looking at her, and then added, "Oh, I try wear shorts when I visit. My nephews are going to throw me in the pool."

"Your family has some weird traditions," I said, shaking my head and smiling.

"And now you're getting thrown in too. I was going to try to protect you but forget it, Mr. Smart Alec! It started years ago when I used to babysit the twins. Whenever they'd get rambunctious or get into too much mischief I'd just take them outside and chuck them into the pool. It was a punishment without really being a punishment, you know? It redirected their energy without anyone really being in trouble. Then one day they asked their mom why she'd let me throw them in the pool so often, and Carly said that I was the Fun Aunt and that's what the Fun Aunt does. But the good thing about having a Fun Aunt is that when they get older they'll be able to throw their aunt in the pool instead, and just like she didn't stop me back then, she also wouldn't stop them in the future. From then on it turned into more of a game with them trying to catch me off guard, but I was still bigger than they were and I'd always manage to get the upper hand and they'd wind up taking the plunge."

"But now the tables have turned" I prompted her to continue.

"Yeah, but they got me a couple of times back then too. I think the first time was when I was in high school. My mother asked me to drop off something for Carly on my way to school, but middle school was cancelled that day for some reason and they'd had a sleepover the night before. The boys got their friends together and set a trap for me and about six or seven of them teamed up and pushed me into the deep end about twenty minutes before first period started. Carly just laughed and said that a deal's a deal. She gave me a towel of course, but I still wound up dripping my way through my first couple of classes that day. It just so happened that it was picture day for the extracurricular clubs as well, so I was dressed nicer than normal. I'll show you the pictures in my yearbook if you want. You can't really tell that my clothes are soaked unless you're looking for it, but my hair was a hell of a mess! The whole family laughs about it to this day."

"Why don't you just wear a swimsuit under your clothes when you visit?" I asked her.

"Where's the fun in that!?" She laughed.

"Yeah, dumb question. I should have known."

"Actually, I thought of it, but I never gave the nephs a chance to change when they were little so it just doesn't seem fair now. I really do try to wear shorts when I visit, but honestly things usually work out more like today when I'm already out and about or dressed for the day before I know I'll wind up over there. Besides, it's just water." We'd arrived at Carly's house by then, a big stucco home with a camper in the driveway and a huge yard by Phoenix standards. Instead of entering through the front door, Kenzie led the way around back and through a fence into the backyard, which was dominated by the big swimming pool.

Kenzie's sister Carly was on the back porch airing out sleeping bags and other camping gear when she saw us round the corner. "Kenzie!" she called and pulled her sister into a hug before turning to me. "And you must be Sam. Kenzie can't stop talking about you." She held her hand out to shake but was interrupted as two giant teenaged boys burst from the house.

The boys were yelling "Aunt Kenzie!" and "Special K!" and before I knew what was happening they'd embraced Kenzie in a huge three way bear hug. They were each easily a foot taller than Kenzie and their affection was evident. All three of them were talking at once and none of them seemed to care. I had no idea how they even deciphered what was being said, but apparently they did as they were all laughing and smiling and chattering happily away. The boys suddenly stopped chattering. obviously communicating with some sort of twin telepathy. Then they abruptly lifted Kenzie up like she was a rag doll, and unceremoniously chucked her into the deep end of the pool. She didn't put any sort of a fight, and I didn't blame her she wouldn't have stood a chance.

Carly watched the clowning around for a couple seconds and then turned back to me, once again extending her hand. "Don't mind Mark and Mike, that's a long standing tradition. You'll get used to it."

"Kenzie warned me on the drive over," I told her, and we talked about her beautiful home and the warm weather and the trip they'd just returned from. She was a lovely woman, easy to talk to, and almost as cute as Kenzie. I decided that the good looks and great personalities must run in their family.

Kenzie had swum to the side of the pool by then, and I realized that there was a sitting area built into the side of the deep end that Kenzie pulled herself onto, the water depth coming to just below her breasts as she sat, the lower half of her body still submerged. Her light brown colored Henley shirt had turned a dark brown when it got wet, and it clung to her nicely, clearly showing the outline of her bra underneath. Her sleeves had been pushed up to her elbows earlier, but now hung down to her wrists, streaming water every time she raised her hands out of the pool. Seeing that her sister had set the table with fruit and croissants for breakfast, she soon climbed out of the water and squished her way over to the patio table where we all shared a light meal.

The days warm up quickly in the desert, and since we were eating outside, Kenzie didn't bother to look for a towel or anything, opting to drip dry as we ate. Mark and Mike told stories of the vacation they'd just returned from, as well as sharing tales of other epic soakings they'd given Kenzie over the years. I guess it was an inevitable topic of conversation given the fact that Kenzie was sitting right there drenched to the skin as we talked. She gave as good as she got though, reminiscing of times when the dunkings had gone the other way around.

It was obvious how much the nephews adored their aunt, and Carly got in on the act as well, delighting in telling me tales of what Kenzie'd been like as a girl. The age gap between Carly and Kenzie was large enough for Carly to remember Kenzie's entire history, and she enjoyed embarrassing her little sister. Before long we were all emptying and then cleaning the camper before getting it stowed away properly and Kenzie and I were soon preparing to head for home. Carly surprised me by suggesting to the twins that they help their guests cool off before they had to leave, and before I knew what was happening, Kenzie and I were *both* chucked into the pool! I was a bit taller than Kenzie, but nowhere near as big or as powerful as the twins, whom I'd learned played for their high school rugby team. The day had turned downright hot and it felt wonderful to be in the water, and I even got a little kiss from Kenzie as we both swam to the shallow end and stood in chest high water. She wrapped her legs around my waist underwater and draped her dripping arms around my neck as she whispered in my ear that I'd made a good impression. I'd wrapped my arms around her and was supporting her by her rear end and I found it wonderfully sensual to feel her petite butt through the soaked denim of her tight jeans as we shared this quick intimate moment. We broke the embrace as quickly as we'd begun, and sloshed our way up the pool stairs, promising to visit again soon as we made our way around the side of the house and back to my car.

It didn't dawn on me until we were most of the way home that I'd never seen the inside of Carly's house. That changed soon enough of course, as we spent a decent amount of time with Carly and her family over the course of that summer. Most of our visits were more like that first one, though, and Carly's patio quickly became our evening hangout spots two or three times a week. Kenzie didn't wind up in the pool every time we visited, of course, as the twins were normal teenagers who spend plenty of time away from home, but I don't remember a time when they were home and Kenzie didn't receive a soaking. I wound up in the pool more often than I would have thought as well. Sometimes things really got crazy and the whole family wound up eating dinner while everyone drip dried through the entire meal. I think I mentioned that Kenzie was a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, and I got to see just about every combination of those clothing items get soaked that summer. It was always a bit of a thrill when she'd wear white, yellow, or pink and her bra would be plainly visible under wet shirts, but those times were few and far between, and I think Kenzie didn't wear light colors very often for exactly this reason. As the summer got hotter Kenzie'd wear shorts or skirts more often, but none of this, of course, stopped Mark and Mike from chucking their aunt into the water.

On one memorable occasion, shortly after Kenzie had begun her new job at the bank, she'd worn a Navy blue short sleeved, knee length cotton dress to work, and wound up at Carly's house for dinner right after she finished. The twins were out that night so Kenzie didn't bother to change, but they got home earlier than expected and, delighted to see her dressed up, barely said hello before throwing her so far out over the water that I thought she might hit the opposite side! By the time she'd swum over to sit on the underwater seat, the twins had retrieved a pair of five gallon buckets and proceeded to dip them in the pool and then empty them, time after time, over Kenzie's head.

"What's the point glurp," five gallons of water cascaded over her head, "of the buckets pppffft!?" Another five gallons of water. "I'm already *in* the pool pfft," Five more gallons of water came crashing down. "I literally could not be any wetter glop!"

Their antics with the buckets delighted the nephews so much that the next time we visited they didn't throw Kenzie in the pool at all, but instead used their buckets to drench her with five gallons of pool water on a fairly regular basis over the course of our visit. We'd again come straight from work, but this time it was on a Friday evening. The bank had a dress down policy on Fridays, and Kenzie was wearing a pair of black jeans and a red and white pinstriped Oxford shirt with the bank's logo embroidered above the breast pocket. The first couple of buckets caught Kenzie by surprise and she let out a yelp as she was drenched from above with no warning, but as the night progressed, she got used to it, even though the twins never tired of the game. By the time she was hit with the seventh or eighth bucket (I'd long since lost count), she barely even paused in whatever she was talking about, just pushed the hair out of her eyes then reached down to wring out the tails of her shirt, which she'd long since untucked, and the conversation continued as usual.

This was one of Kenzie's patterns, and I don't know if she'd always been this way, or if she did it because it tuned me on so much. She'd find her way into some sort of situation where she took an epic soaking, but continued whatever else was going on as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, just like when she'd gone back into the restaurant to get her credit card. Another incident that happened early in the summer, shortly after the temperature soared into the hundreds, is a perfect example.

The air conditioner in my old car had long since stopped working, but we always had the top down so at least we got a breeze, and as the saying goes, it was a dry heat. As the temps climbed into the 110s though, it was just plain hot no matter how much wind there was. I don't remember the exact circumstances, but I think I'd probably picked Kenzie up from her job at the bank just because of how she was dressed. They kept the bank lobby nice and cool for the benefit of the customers, but this forced the employees to dress in outfits that would keep them warm. They all tried to dress in layers, because as soon as work was over they were back out into the brutal desert heat. Kenzie, however, was trying to transition from the ultra-casual college wardrobe worn around campus to something closer to business casual for her new job, and she didn't always have tons of choices. Although she always managed to look cute, Casual Fridays were a godsend to her, and the other four days of the work week were a constant challenge.

On the particular day in question, she came out of the bank wearing a long sleeved button down shirt that I'd seen a number of times before, usually with a pair of jeans. The shirt sported a bunch of thin vertical stripes in many colors, mostly shades of blue and green with some lighter oranges and reds and even a touch of yellow thrown in. It looked much prettier than it sounds, and the green stripes perfectly matched the olive drab chinos that Kenzie had paired it with. The employees were always encouraged to wear comfortable shoes, and Kenzie'd dipped into her inexhaustible collection of sneakers to tie the outfit together with blue converse all stars that, of course, perfectly matched the blue in her shirt.

I was in the middle of a series of work texts, so Kenzie was driving us home when she made an unscheduled stop. I wasn't really paying attention, but when I looked up I realized that we were in the parking lot of an apartment complex. I looked at Kenzie with out of curiosity, but she just said, "I stayed in this complex for a few weeks when I first moved here from Wisconsin. This place has an arrangement with the University, and they put up incoming freshmen to give them some time to find permanent housing. They never actually lock the"

My phone interrupted her with the beep of another incoming text, and as I looked down to read the message Kenzie stopped talking. As I started to type out a reply, Kenzie got out of the car and walked over to a fence surrounding the complex's pool. She pushed the gate open and walked straight toward the pool, not even slowing down as she dove into the deep end, barely making a splash. By this time, she had my full attention, along with the three or four other people gathered around on the pool deck. She swam over to the ladder and as she climbed out of the pool, the water streamed out of her clothes, which had all changed color drastically. Her blouse was quite a bit darker, although it clung to her spectacularly, and the weight of the water had either puled it out of place, or the force of her dive had undone a button, because I could not only see the outline of her bra, but the front of it was clearly visible as well.

The pool water had turned her slacks so dark that they almost looked black instead of green, and in the desert light they were so shiny that they looked like they were giving off their own light. As Kenzie climbed the ladder the Chinos clung to her butt like a second skin, clearly showing the outline of her panties, then the outline of her pockets as she climbed higher. Her pants were suctioned so tightly to her body that I could even make out the shape of the ChapStick that she always tucked into her front pocket, and it was clear that she hadn't even taken the time to remove her phone from her back pocket.

As she actually cleared the top of the ladder and stepped onto the pool deck, the bottom of her pants legs released the remainder of the water that had been trapped inside, and it cascaded from the bottom of her slacks and spilled onto the deck, draining into her already soaking wet shoes. She then gave her new admirers a quick wave and told them that she was sorry to interrupt their afternoon, and strode straight back to the car, water squishing from her shoes the whole way. She got back into the driver's seat and we continued to head for home. I'm sure I was staring at her with my mouth open, but she just drove on as if everything was perfectly normal.

After what seemed like twenty minutes to me but was probably closer to three, she finally spoke to me again, "I was going to invite you to accompany me, but I guess whatever was happening on your phone was more important. This is so much better, by the way, than being all hot and sweaty for the drive home," she said with a wink. "I think we're going to have to make this a regular stop."