Wet

The harassment continued throughout the day, the other students all happy to **** the new punching bag. But somehow, I didn’t seem to mind it as much. Being noticed, being visible, being targeted was always my worst nightmare. And don’t get me wrong, it definitely sucked. But there was a warm glow inside me that muted all the negative attention coming from outside. Every time I closed my eyes I felt his lips against mine, his strong arms around me, his tongue taking over my mouth as his stubble scraped against my cheeks, and then nothing else mattered.

In art class I notice the other students leave me alone. Except Derek. I blush every time I look at him, but he barely glances my way. All he does is give the occasional sarcastic comment about my artwork, and that seems to be enough to keep everyone else at bay. It’s like he’s laid a claim on me. That thought makes the warm glow inside me pulse and tingle.

I still don’t know how to feel about that. I can’t deny my desire any more, can’t deny how good this feels and how I want more of it. But it still doesn’t make any sense to me. Part of me still despises Derek, for who he is, for what he’s done to me. And another part of me is terrified of what Mina will do if she finds out. All of this makes it nearly impossible to focus on my work, and Mr. Berenger gives me a concerned look as I leave the classroom after the bell. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything.

It’s pouring rain now, one of those heavy Spring rains that beats against the windows and turns the roads into slick rivers. In my distracted state this morning I’d forgot to pack a raincoat, but luckily I always keep a spare one at school. At least, I did. Walking down the hall to my locker, I see Mina and her friends standing in a knot around it. My feet feel like they’re made of lead, and as I slowly approach I see Mina holding what remains of my raincoat and brandishing a pair of scissors.

She smiles when she sees me, holding up the tattered remains of my jacket. “Oh! Were you looking for this, uggo?” She throws the shredded garment at my feet. “I asked the janitor nicely to let me into my locker here, I just couldn’t remember the combination.” She flutters her eyelashes and giggles. “Well, in any case, enjoy your bike ride. You could use a shower.” Her friends burst out laughing at that, and some of them roughly push past me on their way to the door. No doubt to ride nice and dry in the SUV Mina’s parents bought her.

That warm glow is gone now. All I feel is empty. Defeated. I go outside, grab my bike, and start to walk it home. The roads are too dangerous to ride on in this state. On another day I might consider waiting out the weather at school, but I can’t bear to stay on campus another minute.

I’ve never minded the rain. When I was a kid I loved playing outside in it, and even now I’ll sometimes stand outside in a downpour, letting the water wash over me. The steady beat of the raindrops against my body distracts from the awful feelings Mina left inside me. The discomfort of my soaked clothes doesn’t seem so bad compared to the harassment I endured all day. I just wish it weren’t so cold.

I’m cutting through the parking lot of an abandoned gas station when I hear the rumble of a car engine behind me. I glance over my shoulder and freeze, seeing an old yellow mustang pull into the lot and come to a stop next to me, filling me with paralyzing fear. The driver’s window rolls down and Derek leans out, seemingly not minding the rain. “Hey Cassie, need a ride?”

The fear morphs into a bewildering relief, and I just stare at him through the wet mess of my bangs, unable to form a coherent thought. “Don’t you have practice?”

Derek looks up at the sky, blinks against the thick drops, and looks back at me with a grin. “Practice is canceled.” He looks me over. “So do you want that ride?”

Yes. Of course I want it I want to be near him I want him to touch me. I shiver. It’s starting to get really cold. “No… I’m okay.”

He opens the car door and steps out, forcing me to look up at him. “Well how about we get you out of this rain.” He tilts his chin toward the abandoned gas station behind me. “Just for a minute.”

I can’t say no, so I let him lead me over to the building where we take shelter under the overhang. I lean my bike against the wall, and then I feel Derek’s arms around me, pulling me back against him. I suck in a sharp breath, my mind racing. “But… I… I’m soaking wet.”

“I don’t care.” His arms squeeze me tight. “Do you?”

My only response is to slowly let out my breath and relax against him. The heat from his body makes its way through my sodden clothes, warming me, thawing me, reigniting the warmth within. I notice that we’re hidden here, the far side of the lot lined with blank walls and the corners of the gas station blocking the view of the road. The rain itself seems to thicken into curtains, and I’m alone with him, all alone, just his warmth and his arms around me and his heartbeat against the back of my head.

His hands move over me, forcing little moans from my mouth as he squeezes my breasts. He moves on, hands going down my body and I’m not stopping him. He unbuttons my jeans, pulls down the zipper, and pushes the waistband of my pants down, revealing me. One hand slips down through my damp bush and he chuckles. “You weren’t kidding, Cassie. You are soaking wet.”

“Ah!” It’s the only sound I can make. He’s right. I’m wet so wet more than I’ve ever been. He finds my clit and two thick fingers are rubbing against it, just the way I like, little circles but he’s firmer and rougher and faster than I’m used to, waves of pleasure flowing outward from where he’s touching me. My knees start to shake and before I know it I’m gritting my teeth trying to keep my voice in but it’s impossible the orgasm is too strong holy shit “nnnnnggggggAHAAAAAH!”

He leans down to whisper in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I love the sound of your voice, Cassie. I want to hear more.”

I’m still trembling in the afterglow as he pushes his fingers down, through my slick lips to my entrance and he’s inside me. His other arm grabs me wraps around my waist as my knees give out, my hands gripping his arm for support as I suck in gasping breaths. “Hah! Hanh! Haaahhhhhhhh…”

His fingers go deep inside me, deeper than I’ve ever gone, and part of me wants to shout to scream make him stop this is for me this is mine but he’s taking it. Taking me. I can’t stop him I don’t want to stop him it feels too good. His fingers move slowly in and out and in, exploring me, tracing the shape of my depths, and then he curls his fingers just so and touches something “OH! Oh my guhAHHH!”

Another orgasm, stronger than the first, stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced. Oh my god what is he doing to me? He’s still going, moving his fingers inside me, touching that place that spot sending pulses of pleasure through me, wiping my mind clean until the only thing in me is him.

He’s whispering in my ear again. “Say my name, Cassie. I want you to say my name when I make you come.”

It’s happening again, he’s making me come again. My legs are jelly, my heart is pounding I can’t get enough air, my eyes are fixed on the sight of his hand on me, in me. My voice sings out “OHHHHH! AhhhhhhAAAAA! D-Derek! DEREK!” My body convulses like it’s trying to rip itself away from him but he’s too strong. So strong.

I suck in a breath, I’m about to cry out again because he’s not stopping, he’s playing my pussy like an instrument and it’s too much, too good, I can’t take it. His arm around my waist comes up, pulling my grasping hands with it, and he grabs my chin and pulls my face up towards his and he’s kissing me, capturing my latest scream of ecstasy in his mouth, sucking me in. My eyes are screwed shut. The only things that exist are his fingers in my clutching pussy and his mouth moving against mine and his hard hot body behind me, around me, filling the whole world with him and I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming again.

His fingers finally slow, gently caressing my insides now, his mouth gentle his tongue inside me softly sweetly embracing mine. I breathe through my nose, breathe him in, losing myself in his arms. He pulls away from the kiss slowly, my lips clinging to his, tiny strands of spit binding us together as he moves away. I let out a soft whine as he removes his hand from inside me. He holds it up in front of us, both of us staring at my girlcum dripping from his fingers. His other arm squeezes me around my shoulders as I make a small satisfied noise and watch as he extends his soiled hand out, past the overhang, the rain washing me off of him, my residue falling with the water down to the pavement and into the drain.