Escape From The Rain

Wednesday August 25th 2004 – 2pm – The park, near Erica’s house

“Gaaaaahhh!!” 19 year olds Kelly and Chantel shrieked in unison as the heavens opened and they found themselves suddenly soaked by an unexpected cloudburst. As the rain beat down, the girls ran for cover under an oak tree at the edge of the park.

“Oh man! I’m soaked,” complained Chantel, tugging at the clingy material of her yellow vest top and the heavy cloth of her denim miniskirt. Kelly didn’t reply. She found herself staring at the black girl’s wet top, noticing for the first time how her friend’s nipples pushed at the clingy wet material.

“You all right, Kel?” asked her friend. Kelly shook herself. What was she thinking? She never used to look at her friend in that way. Not before…

“Oh, no, its nothing. I was just thinking, that’s all,” mumbled the teenager, scratching at her wet chestnut hair.”

“What about?” asked the black girl.

“Oh… er… whether there was somewhere we could go out of the wet.”

“I hope so. This tree isn’t much help. Some summer, huh?”

Kelly grunted her agreement. Since that day up in Donna’s attic, there didn’t seem to have been a single dry week. It was like that film, she’d seen a few months back, where all the weather went mad. But thinking of Donna put another thought in her mind. Erica’s house was nearby. Maybe they could shelter there out of the rain.

“I don’t know,” said Chantel warily. “Is she alright this friend of yours?”

“She’s pretty cool,” answered Kelly.

“Okay…” said Chantel not convinced. Even though she was only a few month shy of her twentieth birthday and had been working for three years, Chantel still had a teenagers nervousness around older adults.

Kelly and Chantel wrapped their arms around each other and made a run for Erica’s house. They didn’t have anything more substantial to wear than vest tops and short skirts, because when Kelly had picked up Chantel from the supermarket where she worked, the sun had been shining brightly. Kelly’s mum was looking after Jamie today.

The girls clattered up to the porch in front of Erica’s front door, glad to be out of the rain once more.

“Are you sure about this?” asked Chantel. Actually, Kelly wasn’t. She had never been to Erica’s without an invite and usually Erica called for her. Also, she hadn’t seen Erica much over the summer. She shrugged it off.

“It’ll be fine. Anyway, her son is really hot.”

“Oh yeah?” Chantel grinned, suddenly interested. “How old?”

“Eighteen,” Kelly smiled back.

“I’m there,” called the black girl. “Out of my way.”

With that, she rang Erica’s doorbell, before Kelly had a chance to.

They waited.

And waited.

And…

“I guess she’s not in then,” said Kelly.

“Nor her hot boy,” sighed Chantel. “Its not stopping raining is it?”

“She’s got a conservatory round the back,” Kelly remembered. “She might have left it open. There’d be more space.”

“Only one way to find out.”

The two teenagers plunged back into the rain and scurried shrieking round to the back of the house. The conservatory door was unlocked and they gratefully pushed inside. They collapsed onto a sofa that Erica kept out there and breathed a sigh of relief, glad to be out of the wet. The rain clattered loudly on the glass panelled roof.

“Hey,” commented the black girl, “she’s left the back door open too. She walked towards the patio doors, which were partially ajar, and peered inside.

“Nice place,” she commented. “Shall we have a look around.”

“I don’t think we should…” answered Kelly nervously.

“C’mon, it be alright,” her friend assured her, gently widening the opening, so that she could get through. Kelly sighed and followed after.

Chantel tiptoed round the living room and peered into the kitchen, admiring all the fittings. Then she made her way to the foot of the stairs. Kelly followed after. Then both friends froze and looked at each other in shock. They had distinctly heard a muffled cry coming from upstairs. They heard another.

“Sounds like they’ve got a porn video playing up there,” commented Chantel. “Shall we have a look.”

“No!” hissed Kelly, positive that somebody must be in now and wouldn’t want to be disturbed. But Chantel’s denim clad ass was already making its way up the stairs.

“Come back!” whispered Kelly, as quietly but insistently as she could. But Chantel kept on going. At last Kelly swore to herself and followed her friend up the stairs.

At the top the cries and moans were louder and more distinct and clearly not from any video. Chantel tiptoed towards the bedroom from which the sounds were emanating and peered through a crack in the open door.

She jerked her head back in shock, almost cracking it against Kelly’s. Chantel looked at her friend open-mouthed.

“You didn’t say your friend was a… was a… a lesbo!” Chantel hissed. Kelly went cold and a shiver ran down her spine.

Chantel centred herself and took another look. This time, when she turned back to Kelly, she was trying hard to stifle a giggle.

“Look at those two,” she stage whispered.

Nervously, Kelly peered round the door. It was Erica all right, lying naked on her bed with the back of her blonde head towards the voyeuristic teenagers. Sprawled across her in a sixty-nine position was the smaller frame of the younger woman that Kelly recognised as Tracy Foster. Kelly bit her lip. The pair were so fully engrossed in what they were doing that both Kelly and Chantel could probably have walked right into the room with them and still not have been noticed.

“Let me have another look,” hissed the black girl. Kelly withdrew a little and Chantel took her place. Kelly watched her friend, noting that Chantel’s nipples were once more hard and pressing against her skimpy vest top. Kelly realised that the rain was certainly not to blame this time. For all her protestations, Chantel was clearly turned on by what she was watching.

Kelly found herself staring at Chantel’s ass, at the way her friend’s pleated denim miniskirt moved over her dark thighs. Kelly longed to touch her friend’s sensitive skin, but didn’t dare. She moved closer and peered over the black girl’s shoulder. She was aware of Chantel letting out a barely concealed sigh as the black girl felt Kelly’s warm breath on her neck.

The girls continued to watch the two older women in the room before them. They saw Tracy raise her head and let out an ecstatic moan. The thirty-three year old was on all fours with her arse towards them. Sticking out of her backside they noticed was a pink plastic butt plug. Meanwhile Erica, as well as licking the younger woman’s pussy, was also sliding a pencil thin vibrator in and out of it. Judging by the stereo buzzing that the girls could clearly hear as Tracy dipped her head back between Erica’s thighs, she was returning the favour. Both women were drenched in perspiration. Watching them, Chantel began to raise her hand towards her own breast. Kelly again felt an overpowering urge to touch her friend.

Suddenly, from out on Erica’s driveway came the clear sound of a car door slamming. The two teenagers looked at each other in alarm and made a bolt for the stairs, not caring who heard them. They hit the ground floor at a run and could dimly see a shape approaching through the glass panel of the front door. They sprinted across the living room and out through the patio doors. As they left the conservatory, they were relieved to find that the rain had ended and the sun was again shining brightly. The two girls waited until they heard the front door close and then ran down the side of the house and into the street.