"God, it's pouring."
I was looking out at the window, water from the sky beating against the glass. I touched it with my fingertips, and it was cold to the touch. I had this sudden urge to open the window and let the rain hit my face, but I didn't want to risk a flood in my bedroom.
Just as I expelled the thought from my head, I heard him walk into the room. The door was already open, and my mother was out at work. I was glad I was home alone with him, because there were so many things we could get away with. He then walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders, massaging them gently.
"You've got the magic touch," I said.
He chuckled; it was his lusciously deep voice, so much bass in its tone. My heart melted whenever I heard it. I wanted to hear more of it, but it seemed that he was teasing me. He then starting brushing the nape of my neck with hus lips. When they reached my right ear, they softly whispered, "Let's get you out of these clothes."
I didn't want to take my clothes off. Not when it was raining outside. All I wanted to do was go out and run around in nature's shower. The smell was amazing, and I'd never been kissed in the rain. I've always craved that, and I was hoping he would be the first to do it.
I then turned around and headed for the door. He followed me and grabbed my wrist to stop me, but I was determined. I yanked my wrist from his possession and ran the length of the hallway, down the staircase and out the backdoor to the acres of backyard the property contained. It was pouring, so I was immediately drenched in rainwater. He saw me from the doorway, saw how much fun I was having while I pranced around in nothing more than a t-shirt and shorts. I did have sneakers on, but no socks. I spun around, tilting my head back to let the cool water hit my face. It was bliss, and that kiss I'd been dreaming about would enhance the experience even more.I then stopped spinning. Something in my gut told me to stop, although I didn't want to.
As my head straightened itself, I opened my eyes to find him standing there, looking at me longingly, soaking wet. I stared back into his lonely eyes, but they suddenly had an intended purpose. Before I knew anything, he had taken my face in both of his hands, pulled it closer to his, and, after staring into my eyes for a brief moment, kissed me. I then wrapped my srms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, then cupped him face with my own hands. He wrapped one arm around my waist and cupped the back of my neck with the other. I never felt so beautiful and so wanted by ANYONE before this. I felt a surge of electricity flow through me as our tongues touched. Based on how he touched me and held me, I knew that he wanted me, and I was ready for him to take me right then and there.