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Deeny set the parking brake with a stomp of her left foot. She reached beside her to grab her small purse and pushed the driver side door open to get out. She was pretty much soaking wet but there was no avoiding it, she didn’t have time to go home and get a change of clothes. Her shoes squished and squeaked as she trod across the wet gravel to the front door of the diner.

When she first came through the door, the look on Yvonne’s face confirmed that she was much later than usual. Then Yvonne’s expression softened into one of concern as she took in Deeny’s appearance and she hastened to the end of the counter to meet her.

“Girl? Did you drive through a river or something? You look like you’re soaked to the bone!” Yvonne said with concern handing Deeny a bar towel to dry off a little.

After closer inspection, Yvonne shook her head and said that just wasn’t going to cut it. She took Deeny by the elbow and directed her to the back room of the diner. The back room doubled as storage and a break room of sorts. Yvonne went to an old set of lockers in the corner by the door and took out a short uniform dress similar to the one she was wearing. It was one of her own, and would probably be a little big on Deeny, but at least it was dry.

“Here, strip off those wet clothes and put this on. Dry off with some towels before you put it on though. I’ll cover the floor till you get dried and dressed.” Yvonne said, even as she eyed Deeny up and down.

The sight of Deeny ...

... in the wet clothes was a jolt to Yvonne. Her heart raced and her mouth watered. It was even harder to turn away and leave when Deeny pulled her soaked dress over her head revealing her tight stomach and perky breasts even if they were encapsulated in that wet baby blue bra. Yvonne felt her breath catch and she had to dart out of the room before she reached out to touch the younger woman.

Deeny hadn’t been completely oblivious to Yvonne’s lustful glances. She herself had felt a surge of… excitement… when she pulled her wet dress over her head. She was nearly naked in front of the older woman. She had the impulse to simply walk up to her and wrap her arms around her and pull her tight… to bring her lips closer… so much closer… She shook her head as if to clear that thought and began toweling off.

“So, what’s the story?” Cam asked Yvonne when she came back to the front of the diner and was refilling his half empty coffee cup.

“She didn’t say yet, I was more worried about her catching her death of cold in those wet clothes. She’ll be along in a few minutes and you can ask her yourself.” Yvonne said in a distracted voice before moving down the counter to refill other cups for customers.

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Lee had pulled her hair back into a pony tail in hopes the wet hair would at least dry out during class and she wouldn’t look like a drowned rat. She and Tom rushed up the steps to the front doors even as the first bell rang. Other students were rushing about heading to ...