Wait, she stopped herself. This isn’t a date. This is essentially work; I have to get to the bottom of this whole Sirena Horne thing. Shit. I said “get to the bottom of.” Well, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Right?

She shushed her inner monologue as she fished her keys out of her pocket. She never carried a purse. It seemed too girly to her. She shoved the door open—it always got a little sticky in the summertime—and ushered her guest inside. She loved that her entire condo smelled of ocean breezes. That’s why she left the windows open most of the time and hardly ever bothered with the air conditioning. It just felt more natural to her. Why live on the beach if you can’t hear it and smell it?

“Did you want to take a shower?” she asked as Sirena looked around. She wasn’t sure what she could be looking for. Something personal? Family photos? Jessie didn’t have anything like that in her condo. The most personal thing she had was a wooden cross in her bedroom, which her mother had insisted on hanging there. Her mother knew Jessie wasn’t a practicing Catholic, but just having that relic in plain sight seemed to make her feel better, that and the St. Michael pendant Jessie wore around her neck when she worked, tucked inside her uniform. St. Michael was the patron saint of police officers, and her mother had bought her a St. Michael necklace the day she graduated from the police academy.

“Sure,” Sirena consented, flashing Jessie a tired smile.

Jessie walked down the short hallway off the living room and opened the bathroom door. “Here you go. There are towels in the cabinet in there.”

“Perfect.” Sirena disappeared into the bathroom as Jessie’s gaze was drawn outside to the moonlight dancing on the waves. The peaceful blue that hovered over the water washed over her—even if only metaphorically. She was filled with the sense that things were working out just as they were meant to be.

Sirena popped her head out of the bathroom door, zeroing her eyes on Jessie. “Hey, do you want to join me?” She had a hopeful glint in her voice.

“Do you want me to?”

Sirena nodded, her lips curled into a seductive grin. Jessie couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see Sirena naked again, so she made her way to the bathroom, which was already beginning to fill with steam. She began to undress while Sirena slipped into the shower, letting out a heady moan when the hot water hit her flesh. “Oh my god, that feels so fucking good!” she practically sang, and Jessie couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across her face.

Maybe this is my third wind? she questioned as she stepped inside, suddenly feeling re-energized. There was something about Sirena that made her feel more alert, more alive. There was a crackling electricity emanating from the blonde, even though she was so tired during the car ride back that she almost fell asleep. Now she was bright-eyed again, laughing and playing in the water, taking the hose off the shower head and spraying it all over Jessie.

“Turn around,” Sirena commanded. She aimed the water at Jessie’s well-formed, muscular back, making droplets bounce off her taut tan skin. Then she reached down to grab the sponge and body wash, squirting a dribble and lathering it up. She spread the bubbles all over Jessie’s back, then dug her fingers into her flesh, kneading the tight muscles as the hot water ran down Jessie’s long, dark hair and on either side of her neck. “You like that?”

Jessie could only grunt in reply. Sirena’s fingers were like magic. This was the first time she had touched her first—made the first move. Jessie couldn’t help but feel something stir inside, a fullness in her core as she felt her body respond to Sirena’s touch, especially when she leaned forward and brushed her soapy tits against her back.

Once she was satisfied that Jessie’s back was squeaky clean, Sirena used the hose to wash off all the bubbles, moving the sprayer in long strokes across her body. When she reached Jessie’s full, round ass, Jessie’s back arched at the tickling sensation of it. It wasn’t an uncomfortable, laugh-inducing tickling, but a sensual one. She groaned a bit as she stuck her ass further out and spread her legs.

Sirena moved the sprayer so it angled between Jessie’s thighs. When the hot water flowed against her clit, she bit her bottom lip, feeling the pleasure surge through her. Right behind that feeling was a growing need that started in her clit but swelled inside her walls, reaching throughout her pelvis as Sirena used her other hand to stroke down Jessie’s thick curves.

When she couldn’t take any more, Jessie whipped around, taking Sirena’s face into her palms and claiming her lips with her own. Sirena dropped the sprayer, and it landed in the tub, sending water in a three-foot arc against Jessie’s backside. She didn’t care; all she wanted to feel was Sirena’s hot tongue against her, their lips speaking a language entirely devoid of words.