The Garden Rain

All I could do was stand there, mouth agape, flabbergasted beyond all reason. SHE liked ME?

"Well," she chuckled, "are you gonna say something?"

Alice was amazing. I'd been playing the sax in the pep band for 3 years at my university, sitting behind the cheering section at our football and basketball games. Her sorority was a main supporter of the student pride organization, so she was at every game. I noticed her almost immediately, but I've never thought of myself as cute enough for "clique" jumping. I'm not tall, athletic, or particularly handsome. I'm just...plain.

In the second year, her sorority began hosting post-game parties, inviting the pep band along with everyone in the cheering section. I guess they thought you couldn't have a cheering section without the music, so they wanted to make sure to include us in all the gatherings. My best friend, Jake, had dragged me to one when my gaming group had to cancel (midterms here are rough). Standing in a corner, Alice saw me and decided to take pity on me, striking up a conversion while I watched Jake dance his drunk ass off with his girlfriend. After about 20 minutes of talking about music and school, she actually asked ME on a date.

"This isn't some prank is it? No one gonna post this online when you humiliate me in about 10 seconds?" There was no way! No WAY that a popular, smokin' hot Sorority Girl was attracted to my short, nerdy ass.

"Dude, you either want the date, or you don't, but don't insult me," she said, flippantly.

"Oh, I'm not going to say 'no'," I respond quickly.

"Good. I'm a huge fan of walks, so how about you meet me at the botanical garden at 7 Thursday?"

"Um, won't it be closed at 7?"

"Oh, you must not know that my dad and the director go way back. I have a key and the code. It'll be just you and me. The garden is the best at night. You'll see."

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I pinched myself so many times before tonight that I drew blood from the back of my hand. But here we were, the prettiest girl I've ever met and...me...walking around the Botanical Gardens, at night, alone. I've never even let myself DREAM things this wonderful. And of course my brain did what it could to sabotage the situation.

"So....I have to ask, why did you ask me out?" I blurted out.

" 'Why?' " she mocked. "Why do I have to explain my reasoning?" The look on her face was a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"Well, because....I mean look at you! Girls who look like you don't take late-night, unaccompanied walks with band geeks who look like me. You're gorgeous! Girls like you date quarterbacks, or business bros with Daddies who buy them Hummers."

At that she laughed. While it eased my mind a little that I was ruining our night with my dumbass logic, it highlighted exactly what I meant. Her laugh was like the sound of the prettiest church bells. Her smile made her face glow, reaching all the way deep in her blue eyes to make them shine like stars in the night sky. I wasn't worthy of an angel like this.

"Dude, you think because I look a certain way that I like pretty boys with golden spoons shoved up their asses? Get a clue, dweeb! Those guys are obsessed with only one thing: themselves. I've been hanging with that group for 3 years and not one, not one of those--how did you put it...'business bros'--has given me what I wanted out of a relationship. Besides, most of them have the IQ of a melon that was given sentience by a mentally-handicapped fairy godmother."

Now it was my turn to laugh. Never, in 1000 years, would I have thought I'd hear a sorority girl use the word "sentience". And, to hear those guys described so perfectly was just peak comedy.

"So, I thought I'd take a chance on the cute saxophone playing loner who actually knows who Gerald Finzi is." While she was saying this, I would swear she was acting in a Hollywood movie. Head down, hair hiding her beautiful face, while she dug the toe of her flats into the dirt path we walked amongst the flowers in the Bulb Garden.

"Well, then I am honored. And how the HELL do you know who Gerald Finzi is? I only know because when I started on the clarinet before switching to the sax, his Five Bagatelles was the bane of my existence!"

"I kinda study the classical composers. Everyone knows the big ones, but I got tired of the same old melodies over and over, so I started reaching for the obscure. My Spotify is full of orchestras, rather than boy band anthems."

"Oh, good. I thought I was stuck with one of THOSE girls," I said. "I mean, pop music is fun, but if I hear one more time that Beiber is the Behtoven of our time, Imma turn violent."

"And, what? Go on a killing spree involving particularly sick hamsters?" When she bent down to make that oogy-boogy gesture (with her arms outstretched and wiggling), it was the first time my face was at her level.

"Hey, you lift a saxophone for 3 hours every day and tell me that your arms don't feel like you've been bench-pressing a car."

"Maybe a Hot Wheels."

I stuck my tongue out at her, but I was having fun. It was nice to be picked on when I knew that she meant it in jest. She had a quick wit, and I admit, that was becoming more attractive than her physical features, which, as I have been revealing, were...damned stunning. A trim waist, legs like a dancer, and perfect, round, perky, firm....

"Earth to Mason. Earth to Mason. Mission control, I think we've lost contact with our astronaut!" she shouted.

I shook my head as I pulled myself away from staring at her. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm still counting my lucky stars that you asked me out tonight."

"Uh-huh. And those stars happened to be, where? Did I hide them in my shirt?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," I said, turning away.

"You really are kinda naive, huh?"

Now that caught me off-guard. "What?"

"I'm flirting like hell at you. Honestly, I thought the way you were looking at me was...nice. You were appreciating the shape of my body and not looking at it like a wolf looks at a deer."

"Is that the way you think guys look at you?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, look, I know I am kinda pretty. I do work on it. You don't run 3 miles a day to look crappy. But, guys look at me and it makes me feel icky sometimes. I hate feeling like they're just imagining me naked. And, I'm more than just tits and ass, you know?"

"I'm beginning to realize that. Nice to meet someone at that school with an interest in more than just 'when's the next party?' or 'no, dude, I really need to study for this final'."

"Yeah," she said. "But now, we have to find out if there really is some chemistry here." She stopped to turn into a small path that left the main route to a backless bench overlooking one of the man-made ponds in the park. "Come sit."

I followed her and scooted up next to her, just a few inches apart. She put both hands on either side of her to hold the bench and stare up at the sky. Again, I swear it felt like a Hollywood-produced love scene.

"Huh...Why aren't the stars out tonight?" she questioned.

Quickly, I looked up to see what she meant. We were in a relatively dark part of the gardens, so we should have seen at least Siris bright in the sky. I knew it was going to be overcast tonight, but they hadn't called for rain in the forecast. It wasn't a second after I had that thought I felt raindrops on my cheek.

"Oh, man," I said. "Guess that means this date is gonna be over." It would take us at least five minutes to get back to the main building to find cover.

"Now, who said anything about that?" she stated, leaning back and letting the rain fall on her. Once again, I found myself staring at her beauty. In her knee-length skirt and spaghetti-strap top, she looked to me like a model on the cover of some magazine. She made no effort to move out of the cool rain as it started to pick up, and I made no effort either. As it fell, the thin fabric of her top began to reveal the shape of her under her shirt (holy SHIT, she wasn't wearing a bra!).

She looked down, pushing her now soaked hair out of her face to look over at me coyly. I reached out to put my hand on top of hers, pulling my gaze from her shapely form to her eyes. They pulled me in, and before I knew it, I was leaning in closer.

"Oh, so you think I'm just gonna kiss you on our first daa-yay-te?" she teased, drawing out the word "date"

I pulled back a bit, realizing what I was doing unconsciously. "Sorry. The rain and this evening is kinda romantic, and I got lost in my head."

"Good lord, dude. I have to get you over this. You're cute. You're intelligent. You've been fun to talk to, and can even make me laugh a little. Work on that confidence. Here, maybe this will help."

She caught me off-guard again, and planted a kiss right on my lips. It was only a second, but the feeling lingered on me as if she had glued her lips to mine. Her lips were just as soft as I had dreamed, and the look she had when she drove in to kiss me was a turn-on.

"Hm...that was disappointing. That how you've kissed all the girls in your life?" Once again, she mocked me. This time, I wasn't going to let her get away with it.

"Only those who steal kisses," I quipped back. "Girls who earn them get the deluxe kisses from the vault."

"Oooo, and how does a girl get one of those?" she sing-songed.

"Like this." I reached up to put my hand on the back of her head and pull her in for a proper kiss. If she was going to tease me like this, I was going to fire back. And I put all my passion into that kiss. At first we just used our lips to taste each other a bit, but slowly, it became a more open-mouth kiss, until finally we were a tangle of arms wrapped around each other and tongues sharing space. She tasted like white wine: sweet with a tinge of bitter from the rain, but smooth and delicious. We drank of each other while time stopped.

When we pulled away from each other, I could feel her breathing catch a bit. "Damn," she whispered. "I think I felt that in my toes."

"I'm not sure if that was romantic or not, but I think I'll take it," was my response.

Her eyes still closed, she took a few breaths before speaking again. "I guess there is chemistry here. I want another of those, if you're in a giving mood."

I thought about saying something sly, but I decided that actions would speak louder than words, and I pulled her into another deep kiss. The rain continued to fall, light and cool. Never before had a moment been perfect like this. My hands began to knead her hair, the skin on the back of her neck, even the bare skin of her shoulders while we released all the emotion between us with our lips.

Slowly, I felt myself tipping backwards as she pushed me. I pulled my hands away from holding her, to prop myself up, but she swatted them away so that I would fall back to lay underneath of her. I felt her weight fall into me as her tongue was dancing with mine. She worked her mouth so hard into me that I almost felt our teeth grinding together.

One of my hands worked up to grip her back and hold her against me, but she caught the second hand to pull against her breast as she twisted to give me access. Her boob was soft as I cupped it. The rain though had been cool enough to make her nipples erect, and I played my fingers over the one under my hand. My mind would have wondered why this was happening so soon, but it was obvious that she was in charge here. She had been pushing for all that we had exchanged so far. If this was her desire, I was tired of questioning it.

My hand at her back started to slip under the wet cotton of her top to get at the soft skin at the small of her back. We had to shift a little, but eventually, she was straddling a leg while we made out. I could feel the heat of her sex even with the cool evening shower.

Her kisses moved from my lips over my cheek and down to my ear. She took my lobe into her teeth. Her warm breath was driving me insane, tickling me in that "tingles in happy places" way. Without letting off of my ear, she whispered, "We're gonna go slow, but we're gonna see if you can satisfy my body as much as you've been satisfying my mind. If you can, I think this could be love."

Challenge accepted.

I started to pull up on her shirt, and she let my ear go so she should lean up and pull it over her head. In the rain, her body glowed in the soft light from the few garden stake lights around us. The water flowed down her smooth skin and reflected the sparkle like diamonds shimmering on a goddess.

As I reached up to once again cup her perfect mounds, she pushed down harder into my thigh. Her skirt had ridden up a bit, so all that separated my skin from hers was my khakis and her panties. Soon, I hoped, there wouldn't be anything between us at all. Slowly, she began to rock back and forth to grind against my leg as I worshipped her bare body. Her head arched back and she closed her eyes, seeming to relish the feeling of my touch and the friction she was creating.

She pulled herself together for a moment to reach down and begin to unbutton my shirt. She had to tug the tails out from my pants. I decided not to help her. Having such a beautiful woman take off my clothes like this was turning me on. When the last button was undone, I propped myself up just enough to slide the sleeves off.

I pulled her down into me so I could feel her skin pressed against my chest. I fisted a bit of her hair and kissed her again. In this position, I could pull her over to the side so I could better put my other leg on the bench and have her straddle my erection. My cock was throbbing against the khaki material, just aching to feel inside of her. The slipping of our skin sliding together was certainly helping keep the mood going.

Time was passing slowly, so it may have only been a few seconds later, she leaned up and away from my embrace to slide a hand down my torso to find the button on my khakis. It seems that our first date was indeed going to be a memorable one. Slowly, she unsnapped the top and slid the zipper down, exposing my boxer briefs to the rainfall. The slight chill it brought was countered by the feeling of her fingers lightly brushing against my shaft. She teased lightly along the underside before reaching up to loop her fingers through the waist of my briefs to slip my pants down and off. I kicked my shoes off while she worked, and soon I was bare, nothing keeping my ass from the wet stone bench.

"Hm, not bad," she said, sultrily. "I've worked with less." She stood off to the side of the bench and unzipped the side of her skirt. It fell quickly to pool around her feet. Her panties were perfect for her, a silky royal blue that contrasted nicely to her fair skin. I would not be able to admire them long, as they hastily found themselves gathered with her skirt.

Her pussy was amazing. She shaved, which made me feel bad that I only trimmed my pubic hair. Her lips curved perfectly to reveal her opening, her hooded clit just barely hidden from my view. As I watched, I instinctively reached out to grab her thigh and pull her closer to my awaiting lips. Kissing her belly button, I slipped a hand slowly against the sensitive area on the inside of her thighs before working my way up to thumb along her slit.

I kissed down, gently teasing the upper part of where her hair would have grown. My thumb quickly became slick from a mixture of her juices and the summer rain. I used it to easily slip between her lower lips to press against her tiny bundle of nerves. She gave out an audible "Ah!" of surprise, then leaned by to enjoy herself and hold my head close to her while I caressed her soft body with my lips.

She did say we'd be going slow, and I was going to worship this Aphrodite as long and as thoroughly as possible. I played with her clit until I could feel her adjust to spread her legs wider as she grew more and more aroused. That was my cue to offer some relief, so I slipped my fingers into her. She was tight, but the lubrication her body was producing and the rain made my entry smooth. I was always a fan of using two fingers, and with a little wiggle, I drew out a moan from her lips. My hand pushed harder, driving my fingers as deep as I could reach, then I began to slip up and down.

"Don't stop," she breathed, huskily. It was obvious she was enjoying my movements, her face pointed upward into the rain. I gripped her ass with my free hand and continued to work her closer to the inevitable. Her knees began to shake slightly. I had to wrap my hand around her tightly to hold her upright while I fingered her faster and faster. Her breathing grew erratic: nearly hyperventilating, then holding her breath as the pleasure worked her into a frenzy. When I could feel her bucking her hips, I adjusted my hand orientation to put my thumb back on her clit. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, and suddenly she squeaked, trying to find air as her body convulsed and squeezed around my fingers.

When she finished, she looked down at me with a hunger, a desire I don't believe I had ever seen pointed in my direction before, from anyone I've ever dated. Once again, she was in control, and I found myself pushed back down on the bench. She wasted no time in mounting me, working her vagina down until I was all the way inside her. I saw her flex her abs once, then I saw stars. My head fell back against the bench as the pressure of her body and the friction on my cock overloaded my body with pleasure. To describe the sensation in words would be impossible. "Tantric" would be the most accurate word in the English language. My whole body felt like a fire the rain could not extinguish.

I could feel her clit grinding against me as my dick would slip first against her front wall then against her back as she rocked to-and-fro, leaning back so my head was firmly pressed against some sensitive spot within her. When I could catch a moment, I could look up at her thin frame, sparkling in the rain, taut with her efforts, arched slightly back (which accentuated her small breasts), and eyes locked on my face. She seemed to enjoy watching what she was doing to me.

If I had let her continue, I would have burst inside her before she was pleased again, so after a few minutes of this mind-blowing position, I sat up to push her onto her back. She wrapped her legs around me, and I began to move. I had positioned myself so that with each slow thrust I would slide up and in, using my head to work against the front of her pussy. Her grip tightened and her breath caught slightly. I watched her reactions closely, hoping to push her into a final orgasm before I was finished. Even with the rain and her moist pussy, the friction was intense.

And watching her enjoy herself was a turn on enough. I had never made love in a shower, let alone a full-on rain. There is no beauty like a woman in the rain with the lights of the garden casting shadows. Her nipples were tight and hard. The rain had made her hair soaking wet, and it was curled in small circles on her forehead and cheeks in the cutest ways, with the rest dangling over the sides of the stone bench we were using. Her eyes, when they were open, sparkled like God Himself had added luminescent diamonds deep inside them. And when they were closed, the shadows gave her an air of the mysterious. Her expressions would have made even the most chaste man fantasize about being the cause of her pleasure.

I worked myself faster and harder while she pulled me close for kisses. Her being taller than me was a bit of a problem, but since I couldn't reach her lips this way, I worked on her neck, her collarbone, or her breasts. A little nibble here, a kiss with a little tongue there, a slight sucking against her neck...all the while my hands explored every inch of skin I could access. I rubbed her legs while they wrapped around me. I twisted my fingers in her hair. My fingers raked light scratches along the sides of her back that extended beyond the sides of the bench.