Yes, she's still his best friend

We were both soaked to the bone. My stomach twisted, my jaw muscles clenched, and I finally exploded, angrily shouting, “Of course I forgive you!” I let out a long, tired sigh. Saying those words had exhausted me. “You’re my best friend, Corrine. You don’t even have to ask.”

Then she kissed me.

I felt a fire in my chest as we collapsed together onto the wet grass, oblivious to the merciless rain hammering down on us. Our bodies locked together, writhing on the ground as we kissed, **** for each other’s lips. Ravenous for each other’s bodies.

My hands clasped against the small of her back, sensing the warmth of her skin through the cold wet dress. Before I realized it, I was holding onto her bare thighs, then impatiently moving my fingers up, beneath her dress, groping the firmness of her ass through her flimsy, rain-soaked underwear.

She pulled me tightly against her body, still crying as she covered my face in kisses. She grabbed two great handfuls of my shirt and yanked it over my head, happily running her hands up and down my naked chest, reassuring herself that I was really there.

I rolled over, pinning her voluptuous body beneath me as I brought my mouth down onto her shoulder. Thick, cold raindrops whipped down at the skin of my back—but no amount of bad weather was going to keep us apart. Not now.

The thin fabric of her dress was plastered to the shape of her body, and when my view finally dropped from her beautiful face to the thrust of her two luscious breasts, I could feel myself panting in anticipation. Between the rain and the passion of our kissing, her neckline had dragged down low enough to expose a positively indecent amount of cleavage. Wet material dipped down between her tits, clinging to her skin...