Winter Season

Summer Rain

It started raining. Something it had been threatening to do for the last three hours. It was a warm rain. The thunder and lightning hadn’t appeared anymore. She giggled, bouncing off the porch into the pouring rain. He stepped into the house empting his pockets and ran after her. They played like children. She finally let him catch her in the back yard. They rolled around in the rain and wet grass like two ducks in a pond.  He kissed her. It was THAT KISS. The one that made her want to rip off his clothes.

The storm did something to Oscar. He felt like an animal being let out of a cage.

Rain was pouring all over them; thunder rolling through the sky like bowling balls in a bowling alley. He began to cry. Why in God’s name was he crying? This was perfect. Perhaps that was why he was crying, this was perfect.

They lay together, panting in the rain. “Do you think it’s possible to drown making love in the rain?” She asked.

He started laughing and couldn’t stop. Soon she joined him in his laughter. He held her face in his hands, “I love you so much.”

“How much?” She stuck out her tongue like a lizard. He was a little shocked.

“What are you going to do with that tongue?”

“You’ll have to catch it and find out.” She teased.

They both rose to their knees. He pulled her to him. “I have no doubt that you can do amazing things with that tongue.”

“I know sir, that tongue play is a major turn on.” She flicked her tongue.

“I am aware. And I have extra incentive to catch it.” He didn’t even try, he just kissed her. But the result was the same. She moaned in a different way. It was desperate, full of desire. It drove him over the edge.

“We need to go inside,” she moaned.

“Why?”

A loud crack of thunder erupted over their heads as a bolt of lightning lit up the world around them. “That’s why.”

“Oh.”

As they stood on the porch a river of water ran from them. He sat up against the wall of the house and she sat in front of him. At first they were watching the lightning, but he then put his hands round her waist.

She leaned back against his chest. “You just can’t keep your hands off me.”

He didn’t answer her with words. Couldn’t, he buried his face against her back.

Winter Season