Steam drifted lazily through the air, moistening the white, ceramic tile that lined the ceiling, walls and floor. Silent laughter mingled with hushed gasps were breathed heavily through the misty rain. Small piles of silk and lace dotted the ground, shed quickly by eager hands. The soft patter of cascading water echoed as it reflected off the grey walls of the shower, the translucent, glass partition, and the tanned bodies of Katie and Amber.

  Katie moistened a thick yellow sponge until it grew heavy in her hands with rich lather. Amber moved her long hair away from her back with slender fingers to expose her glistening skin and gazed at Katie expectingly.

  With a gentle squeeze a white, soapy waterfall flowed down the arch created by her tensing muscles and she inhaled deeply as the rivulets coursed their way down her back, around the firm curvature of her posterior, and down the full length of her thin legs. She leaned forward, pressing her dark nipples into the cool, frosted glass of the shower door. The sponge glided up and down Amber's smooth back with a rough tingling that chilled the skin enticingly and made her lower lip tremble.

  Katie knelt down and began to bathe Amber's legs with leisurely strokes, careful not to miss a single inch of toned flesh; from her wide but trim waist to the soles of her delicate feet. Amber glanced downward to watch, smiling faintly at the loving attention as she slowly took in deep breaths.

  Katie stood back up and kissed the back of Amber's neck, wiping away a trace of scented foam that remained on her thigh. Amber spread her legs slightly apart and arched the thin line of her eyebrow expectingly. Katie wrapped one arm around Amber's neck and across her broad shoulders as she ran the other hand down her trim stomach and into the waiting fur of her crotch. Amber slowly began to grind her hips, raising and lowering herself on Katie's long fingers, pushing her breasts and palms further into the glass and writhing under her lover's touch as Katie massaged rhythmically, passionately.

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  The sound of running water stopped coming from the bathroom.

  "About time they got out." Rachel was having trouble tying her white shoes. She had to loosen the laces on both to the point where they felt comfortable again. It was probably because she hadn't worn socks with them in a while.

  "Oh, leave them alone." Wendy was looking at herself in the mirror, patting her denim shorts in various places; searching for something without really knowing what she was looking for. "They didn't have a chance to enjoy themselves last night. Well ... I mean to 'really' enjoy themselves; and we all deserve it after the midterms we've had."

  "I guess you're right, I just want to get out of here." Rachel stood and shifted her shirt over her shoulders. It felt like Lisa had shrunken another one, but it wasn't that big of a deal.

  Kristina, who was on the phone, hung up and took a sip from her glass of water.

  "I just called the cab company, I'm having them send a car that can hold all of us and I told them we'd be out in front in about twenty minutes." She took off her watch and rubbed the reddened skin underneath, "damn thing's been pinching me all morning."

  Wendy came up from behind and patted her on the shoulder.

  "I think it's time we get you a new one anyway," she knelt close to Kristina's ear and whispered, "and me some new shorts. Do these look tight to you?"

  "Yes, that's why I like them." Kristina slid a hand into one of Wendy's back pockets and kissed her on the cheek as she gently squeezed.

  The phone rang again and she rolled her eyes as she picked up the receiver.

  "Hello? ... Yes, she is ... Who is this?" Kristina grimaced, "Wendy it's for you. It's your sleazy cousin Shawn." She handed off the phone and Rachel stopped her walk back to her room with a hand and a question.

  "Shawn? That scuzzball that lives in San Diego?"

  Kristina nodded.

  Rachel picked up a copy of 'W' and laid down on the couch as she opened it.

  "Eww."

  Wendy pouted as she raised the phone to her ear.

  "Hey Shawn ... What do I care if you had a bad date? ... This really isn't a good time, I'm about to go out with my friends ... No you can't come to visit ... Why? Because my friend Kristina and I just got a place together and we really don't want people coming around just yet ... Yes Shawn, she's seeing someone ... Listen, I have to go ... Say 'hi' to Uncle Mavis for me ... Goodbye." Wendy set down the receiver as Kristina walked back in with her purse.

  "Ugh, he gives me the creeps sometimes."

  "I know and I'm sorry. He's kind of a black sheep in the family. He's good looking enough, but he's a jerk."

  Rachel looked up from her magazine.

  "And cheap."

  "And cheap, thank you. All he get's people for Christmas and birthdays are Nordstrom's gift certificates that I'm sure he steals from work."

  "Anyway, we should get down stairs; go tell Katie and Amber that we'll be leaving soon."

  "Okay." Wendy shuffled off and passed Lisa in the hallway on her way to the master shower.

  Lisa was frustrated and had a couple of pairs of her shoes in her hands; the laces had been loosened from each one.

  "Rachel, can I borrow a pair of your sandals?"

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  Katie sat topless and straight on a stool in front of a mirror half-shrouded in steam. Running a brush through her shoulder-length, blonde hair was one of her favorite things to do, aside from watching Amber run a brush through her waist-length brown hair. She glanced over to see Amber adjusting her bra for about the fourth time, her breasts overflowed the cups as they always did, but her girlfriend didn't seem content with the way it fit today.

  "Stop fiddling with that thing; you look great."

  "It's a little tight, I just don't feel comfortable."

  "Well, you had a lot to drink last night, maybe that has something to do with it."

  "It fit fine this morning."

  "You fell asleep in it?"

  "Don't look at me like that, if you were wearing one you would of fallen asleep in it too. Besides I don't think it's from last night. Ugh!" She tore the bra off and threw it to the floor, staring at herself in the mirror with a stern scrutiny.

  "Oh, don't be like that," Katie slowly stood up and walked behind her. She gently massaged her shoulders then knelt forward and rubbed the palms of her hands over the top of Amber's impressive breasts; she slid her fingers along the sides of them and left them underneath where she hefted them closer to her lips.

  "It is rather steamy in here."

  She gently kissed Amber's left breast, goose pimples began to form at her touch.

  "And ... sexual stimulation ... has been known to cause swelling."

  She placed her lips on the other breast and Amber's expression changed from frustration to light amusement. She closed her eyes and raised an arm, wrapping it around Katie's slender neck.

  "You might be right. I guess I can go without a bra today."

  "You most certainly can. Kiss me you fool."

  Amber traced her hand along Katie's face and pulled her nearer, their lips briefly touching.

  "Come on you two, we have to get out in front for the cab!"

  They could almost hear Wendy giggling. Amber sighed.

  "She always had perfect timing, hand me the brush."

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  When Kristina was in high school, her and a small group of friends had made a bet with their gym teacher that they could all squeeze into a telephone booth (they being six people including two football players, a female volleyball player, a rather tall couple, and herself). They won, barely, and in doing so didn't have to run laps for a whole month.

  The cab ride down to Third Street was infinitely more difficult.

  While Rachel got the right to ride up front in comfort (through a wide assortment of choosing games too lengthy to comment) the remaining five bunched into, laid atop of, and generally stuffed themselves into the rear seat in a tangle of legs and arms.

  "You know, I don't remember us being this crammed last night." Lisa kept moving someone's leg out of her face, she thought it was Amber's.

  "I blame you, I think you just ate too many waffles this morning."

  "Shut up Katie, I noticed you're not wearing a belt today so you don't get to say anything."

  "I just couldn't find it that's all."

  "Well don't worry." Kristina was lying down on the laps of everyone in the back seat, "we're almost there and then we can stretch out in style in my van."

  "Thank god."

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