So there came a time when all the stories had been told, when all the wine had been drunk, and when all the dessert had been eaten. Being the summertime, it stayed light until around nine o'clock, and the heat wouldn't even begin to leave the air until well after the sun had set. No one gathered around the patio table really wanted to get completely drenched again, but the heat quickly made us uncomfortable. Molly finally remedied the situation when she discovered the mist setting on the hose nozzle and after that everyone stayed comfortably moist.

Eventually, Kenzie signaled the end of the evening by rising from her seat and telling Becky how happy she was that their differences had finally been settled. Molly and I agreed and the four of us realized that we really didn't have any couples friends, so our group of four quickly decided that we should meet again. Molly joked that our next double date would undoubtedly be cleaner and dryer, to which Kenzie and Becky just shook their heads and smiled, reminding me that one of the very first things Kenzie had ever told me was that this kind of thing happened to her more often I'd think it would.

Kenzie hugged the two girls goodbye and excused herself to the bathroom while I walked Molly and Becky out to the delivery van they'd arrived in. I again expressed my happiness with Becky and Kenzie's reunion, and they assured me that the feeling was very mutual. We made tentative plans for the next weekend, and everyone waved as they drove away.

I was surprised that the patio table had already been emptied when I walked back inside, and the dishes were scraped and neatly stacked in the kitchen sink. Kenzie was nowhere to be found. "Kenz?" I called out, but no one answered. I checked the half-bath, which was empty, before taking my search upstairs.

Her overnight bag was still on my bed where she'd left it, but it had been opened. The bathroom door was open, and I could hear the shower running. Well, she must have left it open for a reason, I thought as I stuck my head in.

Before I go any farther, I have to mention that I love my bathroom. I'd spent extra money renovating it when I bought the condo, and I've never regretted it. There were originally three bedrooms upstairs, but I'd sacrificed one of them in order to give the other two rooms extra closet space and bigger bathrooms. Most of the bathroom work had been done in the master suite, where I'd had a giant whirlpool tub installed along with a big walk-in shower. The shower stall had the biggest rainfall showerhead that I could find installed directly overhead, which was surrounded by handheld showerheads mounted on the three sides opposite the entrance.

This was where I found Kenzie, standing in the sweet spot where all four streams of water converged. I'd approached slowly because I figured she was naked, and I didn't want to invade any privacy that she might desire. To my surprise, she'd left her denim shirt draped over a chair outside, but she was still wearing her dark blue t-shirt, tan 501s, and even her sneakers. The water was cascading down over her, pressing her hair straight down on all sides, including between her shoulder blades in the back and over her face in the front. I leaned against the side of the stall entrance and crossed my arms and grinned. I'd done exactly as she was doing countless times.

"Hiya," I said with a knowing smile on my face, trying not to startle her. She jumped a little anyway.

"Hi," she said, returning my smile. "This is incredible!" She pushed the hair of her face, moving to the edge of the stream of water coming from the overhead showerhead and tilting her head back so that her face was the only part of her completely out of the cascading water.

"I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am that you like it," I replied, "I thought I might have overdone it when I had this installed."

"Oh my god, no! I was planning on waiting for you in the shower, all naked and sexy, and inviting you in with me when you got here. When I saw this setup, though, it just kind of drew me in." She raised her shoulders and held her hands in front of her, palms up as if to say, "What can you do?"

"You don't have to explain anything to me," I told her, "I do that exact same thing probably once a week when I get home from work. Am I still invited in there with you?"

She gave me a look that didn't need any words to help me understand her meaning, and as I stepped under the water she came into my arms, our mouths coming together, tongues massaging each other. Between kisses and gropings, she undid the buttons on my oxford as I peeled her t-shirt away from her torso and over her head. When I thought of the punishment her outfit had taken over the course of the day I was shocked that her clothes didn't just fall apart in my hands. Our sneakers and jeans went next, and we slowed down for a moment and stood there in our underwear looking at each other. The undies went next, and we used soaping and shampooing as an excuse to explore each other thoroughly before finally turning off the water. Kenzie ran straight toward my bed without stopping for a towel. She started to throw her over night bag to the floor, but I grabbed her hand and led her to the guest room instead.

We tumbled, still dripping wet, onto the bed and I had a condom on and was inside her before we'd even settled in. I'd love to brag about how long I lasted that first time, but I'd been in various states of arousal all day long, and within five minutes of getting started I found myself unable to hold back and had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Kenzie made all the right motions, but she hadn't quite gotten there when I finished. I wasn't going to let our first time together end like that, so I went "downtown" and finished the job. As far as I was concerned we had years to get our timing right.

Even though the actual lovemaking had gone by quickly, we'd both worked up a sweat, so we ducked back into the shower for a quick spruce up, after which we dried off thoroughly before making our way to the master bedroom for the night. I had the best of intentions for another go-round before going to sleep, but the comfortable bed and joy of holding this wonderful girl that I was quickly falling in love with did me in, and we both fell into a deep sleep, our bodies still intertwined.