by Kristin M. Douglas
(10/08/03)
I'm sitting on the front porch tonight with a glass of wine, watching the first summer storm unroll through the sky like a wet electric blanket. We've needed a storm for a few months, so I welcome the gray sky and the low rumbles of thunder. With a pause, the air suddenly feels charged with electrons and the rain falls, the drips coloring the pathway to the porch.
If I knew you now, it might surprise you to hear that I mark my summers by you. The summer starts when I've tasted air that is rattled with a summer storm. The warm rain splashing my face is your gentle kiss. I think of you as the summer begins, every time I look out and see a storm welling up in the sky.
I saw you the moment I walked into the party with my parents. Leaning on the wall by the entrance to the dining room, you were listening to a friend of the family with a mask of interest pasted on your face. You were wearing a well-cut suit with a charming if slightly goofy smile that suited the thick brown hair framing it. The minute I saw you, chatting smoothly with a man three times your senior, I knew I would know you. Over the years I've discovered I have a sixth sense about men, I know right away if they're good enough to fuck. You were the first.
I watched you all night and before long you were watching me too. An outsider might say it was because we were the only teenagers there, but I'd rather think we were dancing towards each other. We circled each other all night. I always knew where you were. I saw you chat with your cousin's new boyfriend, grab a glass of wine at the bar and wander around the pool in a moment of boredom.
Your mother pulled us together hastily, hoping that I would stall your impending demands to going home. We talked. I had heard of you. Of course I had heard about you. I don't remember what we talked about, the party maybe or college applications. Before your hand ever touched my skin, I remember feeling the gaze of your cloudy hazel eyes burning my shoulders.
There was a pause in the conversation and you said, "Let's go."
Before I could ask, you grabbed my hand and cut through the partygoers to get outside where the air was thick with a dark impending rain. We rushed out to the circle drive of the massive house only to find ourselves looking up at the black-gray sky with a shy silence. We wandered between expensive cars lining the rich neighborhood, pausing to look back on the glittering lights of the party that seemed so tinny and far away. We entwined our hands under the yellow streetlight, afraid to touch. Your lips brushed mine so faintly that I wondered if you knew I was trembling. Leaning into the kiss I found your breath just as unsteady.
I felt your hand flash like lightning along the tiny hairs upon the nape of my neck as you reached for a deeper kiss. You brushed your fingertips along my lower back, just under my blouse and lightly tickled. I gasped and arched into you as sensation jerked into my hips.
What do you say about a man whose kisses are like a storm front? As our lips moved together, I wanted to feel that same storm well up inside of me. We leaned against a car and repositioned our bodies so that your leg could straddle mine. I pushed my hips into your thigh. I couldn't help it.
I broke away from our kiss to remind myself to breathe. You plunged into my neck and licked my shoulder. I felt glorious, radiant, stunning. Looking up as you worked your way to the limit of my shirt buttons, I saw the wind whip the trees above us and felt cool air melting together with warm air.
You looked up at me with a smile and said, "God, you're beautiful."
At that moment, I swear it was that moment, the trees shuddered and drops of rain began to fall. Looking up and feeling that rain on my face and shoulders we looked at each other and grinned. It was perfect. Grabbing my hand again we stumbled through the rain to a black SUV. You fumbled for the key and opened the car door. Climbing in, we sat in the front bucket seats looking out at the rivulets of water running down the windshield.
I think you fiddled with the keys and the radio for a while. We were nervous. A song came on we both liked, you reached over for me and cupped my face in your hands as our lips met. Looking at me, you asked if I trusted you. I nodded and we folded the back seat down and climbed with a giggle into the back.
My shirt was wet and I realized I was shaking. You unbuttoned my shirt and ran your hands along the top of my bra mumbling something about getting me out of my wet clothes. Moving a hand to unhook my bra, you glanced at me quickly. I reached back to pull it off. Smiling, you grabbed me and moved your way down to play with my nipples, hard with the cold. You sucked and bit at them as if they contained precious nectar. It hurt, but oh God in a good way. I rolled onto my back and pulled you onto me yanking your shirt off.
I could feel your intensity grow and you grabbed my hand to press it between your legs. A shock ran through me when I felt the hard flesh pressing against your pants. I shakily pulled the buttons apart and extracted your beautiful member, purple and smooth. I wanted to do this well.
We found a pace, you pushing your hardness into my hand. I looked up in your eyes and watched you suck in air while the rain beat on the window behind you. Slumping to the side, you looked at me with a deeper lust than I had ever seen. I rolled you over and straddled your body. With a calm and wanting smile your hands were on my thighs pushing up my skirt.
I kissed you, and then paused to search your face. I found your eyes and we made a silent promise. You kissed me with more passion as if to seal the agreement. I pulled my underwear off one leg with an awkward fumble and sat on your lap again. Reaching a hand between my legs, you found my clit and lightly circled it. My body jerked against you again and I felt your fingers slide through the wetness to the entrance of my cunt. I began to moan and bite at your neck while watching the lightning through the windshield. I felt electric.
You plunged your fingers inside me and I almost cried out. It felt like being plunged into a bath of cold water on a hot day. I had wanted it for so long. You smiled and interspersed your kisses with words like "fucking sexy" and "goddamn beautiful". I rode your fingers, moving my hips against them, feeling those fingers curl up into my body. I looked into your eyes felt the confidence between us grow. Thunder cracked and I hit a crescendo with the sound of the storm. Your thumb on my clit. A mouth on my tit. I came, I came like a downpour with my body covered in sweat and the electric pulses of my hips jerking into your hand. You cracked me open like lightning.
I opened my eyes, my back curved while straddling your body, your fingers still inside me. You kissed my face and stroked my back idly with the other hand. Slowly pulling out, you wrapped your other hand around my back. Curling into your lap, I realized how hard you were. I maneuvered myself in the cramped space to kiss down your chest and lick your hipbones.
"You don’t have to," you whispered.
"I want to" I replied. Licking my lips, I took just your head into my mouth and sucked on it. You gasped and ran your fingers through my hair. It didn't take much time for the sliding of my tongue and lips along your cock to make you come. You looked at me so tenderly as you came, gasping in the air.
Emerging from your car that night, the world smelled new. The rain had washed through and the pavement was shiny with reflected light. Today, an old lady, I look out at the aftermath of another summer storm and I remember the feeling as though it were yesterday. As though you had just devoured me with the tempest of your body and I was beginning a new summer.
