Dancing in the Rain
May 23rd 2006 12:28
So it seems that Taffy’s a wildcat in the sack, and she was actually furious because Mr. X had invited her to sit on his lap.
But we spilled out of the bus together, drawn together in amity by the dark and the cold and the sudden incessant rain that soaked through our flimsy schoolgirl outfits and made them cling in unanticipated ways.
It was a wild sort of night, and I’m sure the stray vagrant, our only spectator, assumed we’d stumbled off the set of some pornographic film. Mr. X did everything to aid that impression by gallantly whipping off his shirt and offering it as a shield for my modesty. I think he might actually have been motivated by a less altruistic desire to show off his yummy chest all wet and glistening in the rain.
And we made out, I think, and sexual tension was frissioning everywhere, and I had such high expectations because it wasn’t set in stone quite yet just where this night would lead.
But we spilled out of the bus together, drawn together in amity by the dark and the cold and the sudden incessant rain that soaked through our flimsy schoolgirl outfits and made them cling in unanticipated ways.
Rainy Night
And we made out, I think, and sexual tension was frissioning everywhere, and I had such high expectations because it wasn’t set in stone quite yet just where this night would lead.
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