The next day greeted me with pouring rain.
I could smell the wet but warm air when I was still in the kitchen eating breakfast, and when I walked out to my car later, my hair was dripping within seconds. It was the first non-sunny day in a very long time, and I cursed my luck at promising Seth what I had just yesterday. I had not dared walk around in a skirt in front of my mother, with the weather being as it was, she would have declared me crazy. Instead, I wore jeans and changed into the dark blue, well above knee length skirt in the car.
Marisol raised an eyebrow at me when she met me in the parking lot. I just shrugged my shoulders, but there was no time for explanations as the rain was still going strong and my coat was slowly soaking through. I wouldn't have known what to say in any case.
The droplets of water finding their way onto my skin in various ways made me shudder. Marisol didn't seem to feel any more comfortable than I did, so we started towards the entrance amongst the other students that were just arriving. A large group of boys running on one side of the parking lot caught my attention. The football team was apparently finishing their morning workout a little late, and the students stood aside respectfully and waited in the pouring rain as the players, all soaked to the skin, cut through the crowd at the front doors. Seth was one of the first, his grey t-shirt and black shorts clinging tightly to his toned body, water dripping from his short hair and running down his face and neck. His eyes met mine for a split second before he turned and stepped through the door. When he lowered his head, despite his exhausted expression, I could see a slight smile on his lips. The bastard knew exactly how irresistible he looked.
When all of the football team has finally gone through the doors, Marisol and I were able to make our way inside the building and to our lockers. The humidity inside was insanely high, and my top started clinging to my skin, assisted by the wetness seeping out of my hair after I took off my coat and shook it out. I wasn't happy at the thought of putting the wet thing into my locker with my books and notebooks, but there weren't really any good alternatives. I said goodbye to Marisol soon after, when the first bell had already rung, and made my way to study hall.
The old lunchroom had always been a rather cold place, and a stream of cool air hit me when I entered, making me shudder and causing my nipples to harden within seconds. Just when I sat down in my spot, the second bell rung and the last student – Seth – entered the room. He hadn't changed his clothes or even toweled his hair, and he was leaving a trail of water wherever he went, since his running shoes also seemed to have soaked up a good portion of water. He seemed completely unconcerned with that, however. He didn't even sit down, but asked Miss Larsen right away for permission to go and change, which struck me as strange. I knew that if he had stayed in the locker room to change, he could have gotten out of receiving a tardy easily. When Seth turned and left the room, he didn't look up, but he did raise his eyebrows slightly, and I knew that sign was meant for me.
Shuddering, but excited, I walked up to the desk.
"Miss Larsen, may I go to the bathroom and dry my hair?"
Miss Larsen frowned and looked across the room, not happy with my request. "If I let you go, every girl will want to."
"I get sick easily," I explained to her. "My mother won't be happy if my grades suffer because I catch a bad cold." I sneezed for good measure.
"Fine," she sighed, and gave me a hall pass.
I was out in the hall not a second later. I wasn't quite sure where Seth wanted to meet with me, but considering where he had ambushed me the last time, I made my way in the direction of the equipment storage room. He wasn't around there though, and the room itself was locked, so I kept walking around, hoping I hadn't misread his sign.
When I turned a corner, he was standing there leaning against the wall, incidentally next to the drinking fountain where he had talked to me for the first time. I let my eyes roam over his delicious body for a few seconds, so clearly on display because of the wet clothes clinging to it. His eyes lit up when he saw me, but instead of waiting for me, he pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the door at the end of the hallway.
"Are you crazy?" I hissed, and he gave me a dark look. When I came a few steps closer, he simply grabbed me by the hand and opened the door, pulling me out into the pouring rain.
I screamed when we started running over the grass, half in giddiness, half because it was just so damn wet outside. I almost slipped and stumbled a few times, but Seth mercilessly pulled me further, through the warm, dense rain. I looked back at the school and was suddenly very glad that there weren't any windows on this side of the building, with the locker rooms and gym being on this end. If we were lucky, maybe we wouldn't get in trouble.
I was completely and utterly soaked by the time we got to the football field. My white and blue shirt was completely see-through now, and my skirt was a wet mess clinging to and wrapping itself around my legs. The only dry parts of me were my feet, protected by my socks and my black boots. I was shaking, but at the same time, it was kind of too late to care. Seth turned around to look at me while running, grinning like a little kid, and after a moment of considering to bite his head off, I smiled back.
The area under the bleachers was Seth's destination. The bleachers themselves lessened the rain, but didn't shield us from it completely, and the water still dripped down upon us aplenty. I was shaking by the time we got there, because while this was a warmer than average day, it was still cold enough to freeze when completely soaked.
"I will fucking kill –" I started, but by then Seth had pressed me against one of the metal beams and was kissing me hard. His hands were roaming around my cotton-clad body while I huddled against him for warmth and tasted rain on his lips, and when he pulled away and stared at me hungrily, I couldn't help but admire the sharp curves of his muscular body that the clinging shirt emphasized. He was giving my own body a very similar look.
"Jesus Jen," he said huskily, and we were kissing again, this time to the feeling of two hands worming their way up my skirt. Seth worked furiously to free me of my clingy panties, which were wet mostly because of the rain, but not entirely. When he finally managed, he pulled them down to my knees and then cupped my ass, pulling me against him and letting me notice that he was most impressively hard. I threw my arms around his neck and held him close while toying with his tongue. I was still shaking, not only cold but also excited.
Finally, he nodded towards the metal beam I was leaning against. "Think you can hold yourself up?"
When I shrugged and nodded, he spun me around and had me place my hands against the beam. My skirt was flipped up and he entered me just a second later, his cock a strangely hot and hard sensation. I gasped and pushed back at him while he held my hips steady with his hands, his cock in me feeling truly hot compared with my freezing skin. His right hand wandered across my back, and a second later I could feel his thumb pressing lightly into my asshole. I could remember that he had done this before, and I was curious if he was more interested in that area than he had let on so far. In any case, the sensation felt great and I threw back my head and moaned as he started fucking me hard.
I was so aroused that I knew from the start it wouldn't take long for me to start coming. I felt hypersensitive to the exquisite friction his cock caused inside me, and I matched his aggressive thrusting to get more. His hard lower belly slapped against my ass every time, causing my body to shake and me to issue small gasps. He took his other hand from my hip as well after some time, leaving me to offer resistance to his powerful slamming inside me alone. Instead, he tangled his fingers in my wet hair and pulled ever so slightly, almost teasing, but then increased the pull to make me bite my lip in pain and pleasure.
I screamed his name when I was on the edge, eyes closed tightly and my whole body shuddering with the hot and cold sensations, the water dripping onto my back and the hand on my ass keeping my back arched. He increased his pace, until I felt he could go no faster, groaning with pleasure. He seemed to know exactly when I would peak, because I could hear him moan in desperation as he tried to hold back and wait for me. His last thrust pushed me over the edge, and for a while I could feel nothing but sensations, wave after hot wave of ultimate pleasure making my body shudder, while the droplets of rain cooled it down and Seth spent himself inside me.
We remained in the same position for almost a minute afterwards, too spent to even move. My hands still grasped the metal beam to hold me up, my head had sunk down between them and water ran down it and dropped off my chin, nose and forehead. Seth's hands supported my hips, but I could feel them shake as well.
Finally, he pulled out of me, and my legs just gave way, letting me sink to the ground. It was dirty, wet and slightly muddy, but my clothes would have to be washed and dried anyway. Seth sank down next to me and put his arms around me, kissing my forehead and holding me close. I closed my eyes and huddled close to him, wanting to share what warmth he gave me. I was reminded of the first time we had fucked in the shower, the water was coming down at us just the same, only this time we were sitting in the mud under the bleachers, and I was starting to really freeze instead of being comfortably warm.
"So, what do you propose I do now?" I asked him after a while. He gently rubbed the cold skin of my arm and smiled at me.
"How about you just take the day off? Or at least a few hours. I can go change really quick and drive you home, so you can warm up and get some new clothes on."
