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  "Yeah, well you don't have to worry about it anymore. I left him, OK! Ok! ok?"

  By the last "ok," her head is buried in my chest and the tears are flowing again. I tuck her in under my arm and start slowly heading towards the park.

  We walk slowly and, for once, I am smart enough to not say anything and to just be there. We are maybe a hundred yards away when the first drops hit us.

  Damn! I was paying attention to Susan, and she has been a little focused. Neither of us noticed the wind quickening or the extra hint of moisture in the air. It is one of those sudden southern storms and, by the time we notice that it is raining, we are already quite wet.

  "Let's head for the bathroom by the kids' playground! We can stand in there and wait it out. C'mon, Susan. Run for it!"

  We go maybe half the distance, me pulling her along, when she lets go of my hand. I turn quickly, worried that she has caught a toe and tripped or turned an ankle on the wet grass. But no. She is just standing there with her head down, her shoulders shaking from the force of her sobs. I take my time walking back, figuring that she just needs a moment and it is really a private thing, perhaps not something I was meant to share and that is why she stopped. I stand a couple of feet away, the rain running down my face, as her whole body shakes, afraid to hold her like I want to, afraid to move away. Finally, I realize what an idiot I am being and move forward to take her into my arms when she looks up at me—and smiles.

  The noise of the rain has masked that she was not crying this time. She was laughing.

  "Scott, why are we running for cover? We're already soaked! Let's just walk…"

  Susan reaches out, takes my hand, and turns toward the swing set on the playground. As we step more slowly now, she swings our hands back and forth and even does a twirl, cotton skirt swinging out and spraying off water. I feel guilty for the images that spring to mind as she spins, her wet dress plastered against her chest and showing clearly what does, or in one case, does not lie beneath it.

  It is not that I don't think of her like that. It is just the way things have worked out. I have always been aware of how pretty Susan is and very aware of the effect it had on me. But the time has never been right, and it certainly is not so tonight, with her crying over Derek and both of us soaked. At least the night and the rain are both warm and we don't have to worry about freezing.

  So lost am I in thought that I bump right into her where she has stopped in front of the swings. She looks over her shoulder with laughing eyes, and I wonder at the sudden change in her demeanor. She does not say anything, but pulls me around her and I have no choice but to drop into the seat of the swing she is standing in front of—not unless I want us to both be sprawling in the mud.

  I look up at her, puzzled, but I can't really see her face. The rain clouds have covered the moon, and there is much less light here in the park than there was from the streetlights as we were walking over here. What is she thinking, standing over me in the rain?

  Susan catches the chains over my head in each hand and does the last thing I expect, straddling me in the swing, face to face. She drops her hands off the chains and locks her fingers behind my neck.

  "Susan, what are you mmmfff," the words cut off as her lips are suddenly on mine and her tongue takes advantage of my open mouth. I am so surprised by her kiss that it takes me a moment to shut up and return it. When I realize that I am not dreaming this, I return the kiss with an intensity that catches even me by surprise. Oh, how I want this! I have wanted it for months, especially the last six. The quick goodnight kisses we shared before only teased; they were more polite than passionate. This kiss is one I shall remember: the first time I really kissed her. It is over far sooner than I want it to be.

  I look into her eyes through the gloom of the rainy night. "What was that?" I ask her gently.

  "That was me making up for being so stupid. All this time, you have been right here and it takes this for me to realize it. That asshole doesn't deserve me. I did everything for him and where is he and what is he doing? Meanwhile, when I need you, you're there. No questions, no complaints. Even in the rain. All I ever give you back for it is more heartache."

  "Look, Susan, that is just not true. You give me mmmfff..."

  This time Susan keeps the kiss going for a while longer, and I have no intention of being the one to break away. I have been waiting for this for too long. I return her kisses deeply and really allow myself to enjoy it. Finally, she breaks her lip lock on my willpower and pulls gently back, placing her finger on my lips in a shushing gesture.

  "Don't do it, Scott. Don't talk me out of this. For once in your life, don't be the one to act all noble. Just sit there and enjoy."

  She leans forward to kiss me again and as I embrace her, she reaches down and runs her hands up underneath my shirt. I can feel her nails on my chest as our tongues play tag, and my heart begins to race even harder. We are totally soaked now, and I can feel every curve of her body as I run my hands up and down her sides and over her back. The rain has made a second skin of her dress, and I only wish the light were stronger so that I could see how the fabric grips her. I completely lose track of everything except the way she feels beneath my hands, the tickling touch of her fingertips on my chest, and the warm taste of her on my mouth. It could be thirty seconds or thirty minutes that we explore each other this way before she makes the next move.

  Her hands slide down, and I feel the first button give way on my Levi's.

  "Susan, are you sure…"

  "Shut up, damn it!"

  She has never taken that tone with me before. I see now where she gets the other reputation now: the super-bitch side of her that I have never seen. The way she said it shut my mouth before she even finished the sharply bit off phrase.

  As she unfastens more buttons, her fingers slip into my jeans and the surprise of the situation does nothing to keep me from being hard enough to cut glass. I expect her to say something about the lack of underwear, but if she is surprised, she does not say it. As she wraps her fingers around my dick, the first sound since the directive to shut up escapes me: a long low moan. Not releasing me, she leans forward, resting her chin on my shoulder and speaks into my ear in a throaty growl that has me shivering from the pure sex emanating from her.

  "Ummm, I think you have been hiding something from me. Your goddamned fucking cock is so hard. You have wanted this for a long time, haven't you? Why didn't you say something? Didn't you know I wanted you, too? DON'T! I told you to shut up! Just listen. I'm not going to wait any longer, Scott. I'm going to fuck you right now, right here in the swing, in the middle of the open. The rain makes it better. It is so warm and wet. Just like I am. No one will catch us. They are all inside staying dry. Do you want that, Scott? Do you want me to slip my panties off and ride your hard cock right here in the rainy dark of the playground? Do you? Do you want to fuck me, Scott? Do you want to put your cock in me? YOU CAN ANSWER ME NOW!"

  All through her little monologue, Susan is stroking my dick in my jeans and it is growing even harder. I become totally lost in the sensations: her hand and fingernails, the warm pulse of her heavy breath on my ear and neck, the feel of the rain that continues to fall on us. I am so lost in it that it takes me a moment to realize she wants an answer this time.

  In a low quiet growl that seems to be all I can muster, I make my reply:

  "Oh God, yes!"

  This is the cue for her to begin a renewed assault on my lips and tongue—a battle I am only too happy to join. Our heads thrash from side to side as we try to make sure that we have not missed any spots on each other's lips or tonsils. I think we are going to bruise each other's mouths, we are pressing so hard.

  Finally, she breaks away and leans back. My eyes have adapted a bit and even in this darkness, I can see her face and the way her cotton dress is plastered to her breasts and waist. I try to drink it all in to my memory so that I can have this image for all time. Her head thrown back and the raindrops striking her up-thrust tits
as her back arches slightly is by far the most erotic thing I have ever seen.

  Susan leans forward suddenly and gives me a quick peck before standing up, and I realize that the arched-back pause was to gather herself for what she is about to do. The wanton slut of before is gone for a second as she scans quickly over her shoulders and around the park before slipping her hands beneath her dress. I watch entranced as she slips her panties down to her knees and steps out of them, one leg at a time. I wiggle my hips to force my jeans down a bit and my hard on springs into clear view. Susan glances down at it and when she meets my eyes again, the slut has returned.

  "Is that for me, little boy? How nice of you to bring something we can both play with at the same time. Here let me show you how…"

  With those words, Susan crouches down and slips my hard dick into her mouth suddenly, catching me completely by surprise. She puts her hands, the right one still clutching her panties, on my legs and begins to bob up and down, my dick sliding deeply and effortlessly into her mouth. It is more than I can stand, and I make a wordless sound somewhere between a groan and a shout.

  "Goddamnit, be quiet! Do you want to get caught?"

  As I open my mouth to protest her taking my dick out of hers, she fills it with something. It takes me a moment to realize that I am now chewing on her panties.

  "Just sit there and be quiet, lover, while I do this…"

  Susan slips one leg over me and then I can feel the heat of her as she moves the second over my other hip. She braces herself against my thigh and suddenly I feel her pussy lips against the head of my cock. Another little adjustment and I slip slowly inside, the heat of her surrounding me, so hot that it almost burns.

  She grabs the chains of the swing and I grab her hips, and we begin to slowly move back and forth. The motion is much more subtle than if we were in bed instead of out on a child's swing in the rain, but everything else combines to make it much more intense than any bed encounter has ever been.

  The swing begins to rock back and forth as we find a rhythm. We fall into a pattern of motion, and I close my eyes, focusing on what my other senses are bringing me. There is a slight creaking from the swing, mixing with our labored breathing and the gentle patter of the light rain. The wet heat of her pussy around my dick mixes with the warmth of the rain on my face and the chill of our soaked clothing as the breeze blows against us. I can smell the freshness of the moisture in the air and the remnants of the perfume she put on this morning, now all but washed away. Finally, there is the texture of her underwear, still in my mouth, with a slight hint of saltiness and the indescribable tang of a woman who was wearing them when she was getting aroused, that elusive taste and scent that lets you know she is as turned on as you are.

  I open my eyes again to look at the face of the girl I have wanted for so long and am finally getting a chance to taste. Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back as she concentrates on the sensations of the moment. There is a tautness to her features that surprises me and as I feel her pussy begin to squeeze me in a rhythm that is a counterpoint to our rocking motion, I become aware that she is already approaching orgasm.

  That thought makes me realize that I am not far behind her. As the pace of her breathing increases and the corners of her eyes begin to crinkle while she slides up and down, I lose myself in the feelings and in the play of the scarce light across the gleam of her wet face. Her eyes scrunch down as the sides of her pussy grab sharply at me, and I know it will not be long.

  As the waves begin to travel through her tensed shoulders, our pace increases, and we begin to push the envelope of what we can do while staying on the swing. I try to hold back and keep my movements small because Susan's are increasing in force and speed. Her breathing is faster but remains as deep. I can almost feel the air rushing in and out of her lungs in time to the motion of her hips on mine and my dick slipping in and out and rubbing against the front wall of her passage. She begins to move high and to drop down in a quick and sudden motion that is half thrust and half fall. It is all I can do to keep us on the swing, and I have no time to concentrate on what else I am feeling.

  This actually plays to my advantage as I try and hold back from coming while she continues to increase the pace. Her mouth drops open slightly and now each breath that is forced out is accompanied by a small moan of deep pleasure. Her eyes are still closed, but I watch as her eyelids squeeze tighter in rhythm with our fucking. Her pitch begins to rise and suddenly her eyes spring open. She stares into my eyes while the first shudder surges through her flesh, and she leans forward to grasp the panties with her teeth and rip them away over her left shoulder.

  Her thighs lock down hard as she thrusts her tongue into my mouth for a moment before leaning back with a primal cry of joy that is mercifully drowned out by the flash of lightning and the almost immediate crack of thunder. Her knees press into my sides and she continues to cry out her pleasure to the heavens. It is too much for me, and I can no longer hold back.

  My own orgasm takes me as the lightning flashes once again. As the pulse of my cum shooting into Susan becomes the whole focus of my world, I just give myself over to the passion, forgetting to do anything but come into her, thrusting up so I can be as close to her as possible. She throws her arms around my shoulders, and my face is buried in her chest for a wonderful second as she squeezes me as hard as she can. The sensation of releasing our control in the face of the storm and living for the moment is almost disorienting. In the sudden sharp relief of another lightning flash, I see the bar on the top of the swing set behind her head and I realize that the loss of control is literal.

  I brace myself just before impact as my back hits the mud beneath the swings. The air is forced from my lungs in a rush as my sweet Susan slams down on top of me. My head slaps into the mud, and I count my blessings as I realize I have somehow managed to avoid hitting any rocks.

  Susan's face is concerned for a moment. I grin up at her and hope she can see my smile in the dark. Apparently she can, as her face relaxes and her head collapses on my chest. For a moment, we lie in the mud and recover, forgetting to do anything except listen to each other breathe. Then she starts. It begins with the slightest of giggles, but it is contagious and pretty soon we are laughing so hard our stomachs hurt, lying in the mud and sand under the swing set while the rain pours down harder and the time between lightning and thunder grows shorter.

  At the same time, we both realize that it is not a good idea to be lying under a big metal frame, soaked to the skin, while lightning comes closer. We get up without a word and start smoothing clothes and buttoning buttons, while making sure we put some distance between us and that swing set. The wind is picking up, and the rain is starting to really pound, but still we take our time as we head back to the dorms. The storm is a minor annoyance in the face of what has happened tonight.

  "You were always there, Scott…"

  "Huh?"

  "What you said earlier. The part you obviously thought I didn't hear. I do need someone like you. But every time I tried to kiss you before, you ended up playing the gentleman. All concerned that it wasn't proper to kiss a friend like that. Tonight could have happened a dozen times, but you never responded to any of my hints. Derek and I never would have been together at all if you weren't so fucking proper and all. If you weren't so concerned about your behavior and whether you were taking advantage of me. Live in the fucking moment for once. Now the next time you get that look in your eyes, you can follow through on the thought and kiss me."

  So I turn her around and do just that. A car goes by and honks at us standing in the rain on the sidewalk, even splashing the back of my legs a bit as it passes. As far as I am concerned, it could be miles away.

  By the time we get back to my room, the heavy rain has long since washed away the mud of our adventure. Even so, we draw a stare from a guy studying in the lobby as we walk in and head up the stairs to the third floor. After all, what kind of crazy fools don't know it's silly to go for walks in t
he rain?

  In the light of morning, it all seems a dream as I first open my eyes. I blink away the exhausted sleep I have risen from and am almost surprised to realize that I am not alone in my bed. As the clean sunlight streams in through air scrubbed fresh by water and electricity, I stare down at the beautiful girl sharing my pillow and thank all the gods whose names I can remember and all the spirits of Heaven and Earth for my good fortune. As for those of Hell, I mentally give them directions to Derek's room.

  When I come back into the room from a nice warm shower, Susan is awake and watching me. I just smile, knowing I must look smug and a little foolish, but unable to hide feeling like the cat who got the canary. She sits up, and asks if I have anything she can wear, pointing at the still wet and crumpled dress at the foot of the bed.

  As Susan slips into a pair of my sweats and a rather oversized t-hirt, she suddenly stops and the giggles from last night seem to return.

  "Hey, c'mon, share the joke," I say to her. "What's so funny?"

  "Well," says Susan, "I was just remembering last night and thinking about this morning. The rain is gone, the sun is out, and it is going to be a beautiful day. I'm sure the park will fill up with children playing and mom's reading on the benches."

  "Yes, I'm sure you're right. So? Why, you want to find someplace to play later?" I say this with my most mischievous grin.

  "Umm," replies Susan, "Actually, yes. But that's not what I was laughing about. See, sometime today, one of those little kids is going to make his mom very uncomfortable."

  "How's that?"

  "Well, he is going to walk up to Mom," Susan says with a gleam in her eye, "and he is going to make Mom explain...make her explain why there would be a pair of my panties lying under the swing set."

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