Barely

Just as you turn the bend in the path and can see your apartment the heavens open with a monstrous clap of thunder, and water begins to pour from the sky. Both you and Erin cry out, you in fear and her in surprise, and sprint the last twenty yards to the door through the cold rain. When you get to there you begin digging through your bag for the keys, which according to Murphy’s Law seem to be trying to hide from you. Another crack of thunder, followed quickly by a flash of lightning make you jump and spill some of your things out of the bag. Erin quickly bends down and grabs some of them before the wind, which is beginning to pick up, can take them. Finally you find the keys stuck in the corner. Shivering now, due to the cold rain as well as fear, you fumble trying to get the key in the lock before finally succeeding. The two of you hurry in and shut the door behind you as the wind picks up and it starts raining sideways.

“Thank god we made it”, you say as you lean your back against the door and shut your eyes trying to regain your composure. “Well at least I can’t make a bigger fool of myself”, you think embarrassed at acting like a scared little kid.

“Umm… Miss Doe”, Erin says getting your attention. As you open your eyes you see she completely soaked. Her long blond hair, still in its ponytail, is dripping down her back onto the entryway tile. The grey sports bra seems to hug her even tighter and thanks to the cold rain her nipples are clearly visible, and her red track shorts cling to her firm thighs. You feel your stomach flutter a little before you realize you missed what she just said

“Huh… what? I’m sorry I missed that”. You reply feeling like a fool. “God, what the hell was that”, you think “is it possible to embarrass myself any more”.

“I was saying you drop these when you were hunting for your keys”, Erin says extending her hand. Dangling from one finger is the underwear you had been wearing before practice that day, a matched set of pale green lacey boy shorts and bra. “Some papers and stuff fell out too but the wind took them before I could grab them and I thought that you’d rather….”. She looks at you with a sheepish grin and shrugs.

“Yup, that hole just keeps getting deeper” you think. To Erin you say, “Umm…yeah, thanks”. You take the offered garments trying not to blush too hard “Tell you what how about you hop in the shower and I’ll try and find you something to wear?” you ask trying to move past the awkwardness.

“Good idea, I don’t know about you but I’m freezing” she says shivering dramatically.

The two of you take off your wet shoes and socks and then you lead Erin back to the bathroom. “Go ahead and toss your cloths on the hamper and I’ll put them in the washer after we both shower”, you tell Erin. “I’ll get you a towel and find something for you to wear”.

You step out, closing the door behind you and head to the linen closet and grab two towels for each of you. You consider drying yourself off a bit, but decide against it, as you’ll be showering soon anyway. When you open the door the bathroom is already beginning to steam up from Erin’s shower, and can hear her humming to herself. “I’m leaving a couple of towels on the sink”, you inform her.

You see her silhouette jump through the pebbled glass door as if you startled her. She slides the door open enough to stick her head out. "O….O.K., thanks", she replies looking a little flushed “Do you mind if I use your shampoo?”

"Help yourself", you assure her. "Just promise you won't use up all the hot water before I get a chance to shower" you tease.

"I don't know", Erin muses with a mischievous grin, "we don't have as good of water pressure at the dorms, and this shower pick is amazing. I might not be able to resist." She then flicks some warm water at you playfully, before ducking her head back in and closing the door.