We meet for a cozy warm drink. Coffee? Hot chocolate with handmade marshmallows. The place is empty but warm. Our conversation up until this point were heavy on talk about sex, but not sexual, and the banter was undeniable in chemistry, and equal effort. We decide to meet the next day despite the crazy rain or maybe because of the crazy rains, and our commiserating over how it makes us frisky.

We’re shy, it’s nice and we have comfortable silences. You look like you want to say something, but hold back.

Outside we get trapped in a downpour. It’s so wet we give up on umbrellas, and find ourselves trapped against a dry spot under a building, and it’s close quarters. Shoes and socks are soaked. You’re almost pressed against me without touching and you hold eye contact waiting for me to reciprocate, and as if to say “now what?”. You catch my eyes looking at your lips, then your shirt that’s wet snd not hiding much. We laugh. You suggest we make a run for it, that you picked a place close by. I follow and don’t bother trying to hide looking at your body in drenched clothing.

Inside you close the door quickly, and we’re once again in close quarters, a little breathy. It’s darker indoors despite still being light out. There that now what look again and we both begin to get devilish glints in our eyes. I begin to trace your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, and you gasp, and turn drunk with desire. I’ve been hard but I can’t tell if you can feel it or not as you sway forward then teeter back, losing balance. Then you push me away like it’s a late night of drinking and you’re collecting yourself. You walk backwards knowing I’m watching you, and lean against another wall.

You slide off your shoes and wet socks and unbutton your damp pants, and begin teasing yourself under your clothes. Partly to put on a show, partly to quench the fire. It’s not that out of left field based on our conversation, if anything it’s confirmation I got the right girl. I watch you rubbing yourself from across the room and listen to your own requests. You’re on the couch when you offer your hand so I can taste your cum while unzipping your pants. We stop for a second to listen to the rain storm and dig out the condoms, and then share an intense kiss.

We know what comes next because we talked about it. We also know we’re going to hang out again, weather permitting.