rain
6:48 p.m.<>2001-04-11

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it's raining today.

that's okay. after all, this is the season for rain, isn't it? the time of the april showers that will bring forth may flowers and all that?

it's raining today and i'm thinking of you.

do you remember that day a few years ago, just like today but warmer, when the rain caught us by surprise as we walked under the cherry blossoms near the monument? we were being the perfect washingtonians that day, strolling in our light summer clothes among the throngs of tourists scuttling back and forth between the museums. you were wearing, if i recall, your favorite outfit, your white oxford shirt and khaki chinos. looking at photographs from the same year, you can see that your hair was a little longer then, so that day it must have curled at the ends, just above your collar.

i can't remember exactly what i was wearing. knowing me, it was probably a short sleeved shirt and jeans or khakis. no doubt we looked the perfect gen-xers, hand in hand along paved footpaths strewn with fallen blossoms.

i remember that it was clear and sunny and unseasonably warm that day, which was why we were caught so off guard by the downpour that came upon us suddenly. a wind came up out of nowhere, and within seconds, everything was drenched. the cherry blossoms, the alabaster masonry of the monuments and museums, the sidewalks, everything. tourists were running around like crazy, holding newspapers and guidebooks over their heads as they searched desperately for cover.

but we weren't among them, were we?

no, we just kept strolling along as if nothing were amiss, laughing at the shock of raindrops rolling down the backs of our necks. it was because we were in love, i think, that we didn't make a fuss. we were young, we were in love, it was springtime in washington and we calmly made our way to the metro station as if we weren't dripping wet.

do you remember how we were halfway to the metro when we noticed how the rain had soaked our clothes? you weren't wearing a bra that day. you almost never do. but that day you were wearing a thin white shirt, and the water falling from the sky had plastered it to your body, making it translucent. it clung to your chest like a second skin, and we laughed even harder when we realized that your breasts were on indecent display to every passerby seeking shelter from the rain. (how many male tourists, i wondered, went back to their hotel rooms that afternoon with tents in their shorts and visions of your big, beautiful tits dancing in their minds?) your nipples were standing out like cherry stones, and the damp, transparent material clung to them too. i could see every little ridge, every tiny bump of your aureolae as you hurriedly folded your arms across your front and picked up the pace to the station. when you moved in front of me, i could see the clear outline of your panties as well, and i teased you about it later.

inside the station, we pressed up against each other as we waited on the platform for our train. part of it was to preserve your modesty. part of it was for warmth, since we felt an abrupt chill at the cool, dry air emanating from the subway tunnel. part of it was that i wanted you to feel how hard i was at the thought that you were here with me, nearly naked, in full view of hundreds of strangers. i knew that you felt my arousal, because your hands slid down my back and rested on the swell of my ass and you breathed a little sigh into my neck as the train arrived.

the metro car was crowded, of course. we were crushed against each other by the press of the crowd. i reached up to grab the overhead bar while you put your arms around me again and clung to me tightly. the air inside the car was close and humid with all of the damp humanity swaying and rocking to the movements of the train. the sounds and the smells of the people all around us excited me even further, if you recall, and i pressed my hips agains your thigh, letting you feel my insistent arousal. i'll never forget the way you looked when you smiled at me then, with your little round glasses all steamed up from the warm air.

i leaned my face in close to you and licked a stray raindrop from behind your ear. you sighed again, so softly that only i could possibly hear it. i began murmuring questions to you as i licked.

can you feel how hard i am for you? does it turn you on to be so exposed to all these people? would you have liked it if i had torn off your clothes and fucked you back there under the cherry blossoms, in the pouring rain? do you want me to eat you when we get back home? to touch you? to cover your body with my mouth? would you like it if we fucked up against the window, our curtains pulled back so that the neighbors could see?

yes, you whispered in response to each question, your breath increasingly short and labored. yes, as you reached down to grab my ass urgently through my pants. yes as your hips started to move against me, the way they do only when you're wet and hot and open and ready. yes, yes, yes.

when we came to our stop, we shot out of the car as if someone had shoved us. we practically ran the two blocks back to the apartment, getting rained on again as we raced down the sidewalk. even though we were almost running, we were still groping each other, skimming our hands across each other's bodies, frustrated that we couldn't be naked yet. aroused as we were, some sense of modesty and a desire to avoid being arrested kept us from stripping each other naked in the middle of the street and ramming up against each other. do you remember that, lovely one? do you remember how much we wanted each other on that jog home that seemed to take an eternity? do you remember?

our resistance held until we stepped into the elevator. as soon as the doors hummed to a close, you were yanking my shirt out of my pants and unbuckling my belt. i was panting as i undid the buttons on your shirt with trembling fingers, and my whole body was shaking when i finally pulled open your blouse to reveal your ripe breasts. i ran my mouth over them, feeling your cool, damp skin, your hard, hard nipples under my tongue. your hand was inside my pants now, squeezing my buttocks, cupping my hardness.

the chime rang and the elevator doors opened far sooner than either of us, in our present condition, had expected. we raced down the hall to our apartment and tried to keep our clothes from falling down. we didn't even bother to check if anyone was in the hallway. we didn't care. the only thing in our whole world was each other, and the knowledge that we were only a few steps away from being able to shut out the whole world, to be completely naked and entwined on the bed, while the rain continued its soft patter on the window. do you remember?

it's raining today. and i'm thinking of you.

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