Sometimes it pours

Meeting Trev at the park did a lot to brighten your mood and wash away the worries from yesterday. The tall, handsome young man was clearly happy to see you and proceeded to lead the way through dappled sunlight into a world of greenery. You slipped an arm through his and hung close, enjoying the awkward politeness in which he accepted this. He even blushed a little, rattling out conversation topics in a constant attempt not to be caught in any moment of silence. It quickly became obvious that he was the sort of guy who you would have become fast friends with, even in your previous life… Though your reincarnated state of being brought a whole new level to such considerations. Made you wonder if all the tall, friendly teens you'd hung out with in high school might have secretly been targets for your deeply buried lusts.

But you didn’t have to bury anything anymore… and so delighted in feeling his eyes drift over you as you skipped over to spot a squirrel in a tree or bent down to say hello to a friendly dog. The park itself was a lovely sliver of winding green space. Centred around a wide, oval lake and made to seem much bigger than it was by zig zagging paths and cunningly planted trees. It was very easy to forget that there was anyone else around, just the slow workday footfall of dog-walkers and occasional joggers. You and Trev chatted away about bands and old tv shows, almost as if you'd known each other for an age. All social awkwardness boiled off by the fact that this was what you were doing to avoid worrying.

However, the growing absence of people might have warned you that someone knew something you didn’t. For when the rain came sweeping across the surface of the lake, it certainly caught you by surprise. A sudden brace of icy buckets sent knives into your spine, the open straps of your dress offer next to nothing in the way of protection. Yet the shock of it gave over only to laughter, as you and Trev were **** to scurry for the nearest shelter. A bus stop just outside the park's fencing provided a roof, at least. Leaving you both huddled in a dirty corner, staring out at the torrent.

With a minor, muffled yelp… you were accosted by a sudden suffocation of warmth. The apparent gentleman had thrown his oversized hoody over your head, smothering your slender, shivering form. The baggy cotton smelt damp already, and slightly musky… but offered a soft snugness that was very much appreciated. It also provided **** at all but to wrap your body around his, in that cozy little sanctuary. Both in thanks and as a way of making sure the kind boy didn't freeze to **** himself, from the gesture. You lent your head against his chest and listened to the heart beating inside. It thumped a calm and gentle rhythm, juxtaposed as a bass-drum against the furious staccato of raindrops all around.

After five or so minutes of cuddling, your ever-wandersome fingers couldn't help themselves. They tip-toed down the young man’s inner leg, seeking out that bit of topography of which you were known to be an expert in the intimate fields of. You felt it twitch, when you found it… and swell within the tight confines of his jeans. It sent such tingles of reward and appreciation, to know just the passing tap of your nails was earning such reaction. Here, surrounded by a cocoon of falling water, you felt so close to this boy you'd only met the day before. As if, for the moment, there was only the two of you in all the world. He blushed, looking down into your oh-so innocent eyes… while feeling those not-so naive fingers teasing at his sensitivities. Only to lean forward into the kiss you offered, crossing tongues on tiptoes to reach that point of mouths meeting.