Clia, Russell, and Mark ran back to her house. They were all naked. It was raining. The sex fluid from their recent adventure in the shed rolled off of their young bodies in the gentle, streaming rain. The growing puddles reflected their firm tan bodies. Russell could have played basketball if this had been the States. In their area of Quinsley there wasn't a team, so he played soccer (aka football). Mark wasn't very interesting, let's talk about Clia. Clia was taller than Mark. She had long brown hair that was darker and longer in the rain. It's dripping curls came down below her breasts. She didn't play soccer as much, but kept her body in shape with horse-back riding and gymnastics. She didn't have your typical gymnast body, but she was in shape and stronger than you would think.
Smiling, she said "I don't have the key."
"What?" They were on the front porch.
"It's ok. We can go around the back."
The three naked seniors scooted to the back. Dicks bobbed and tits ached in the cold rain. There was a gate (it was open) and they went through and turned to get into the back door. Except, that the gate slid over slippery grass and they all fell down onto the grass into a pile. A muddy, grassy, pile. This really excited the neighbor's malamute and it bounded out of its doghouse and barked at them against the gate.
"Shut Up Mikey!" said Clia.
"Wait right here," Clia said as she went inside, "I have to get something."
Mark and Russell watched Clia's eighteen year old butt scoot through the door. Small, green blades of grass stuck to her butt. "Clia should play soccer with us more often," said Russell.
"Shit, you know that's right," said Mark.
In a moment Clia returned with two towels. "These are for your feet." The three made their way to the downstairs bathroom, and got into the shower. Well, Mark and Russell did. "I want to know how much you want to fuck me, so..."
"So what?"
"So I want you two to make out... in the shower. I'll watch."
"What!" "No fuckin way!"
"Yes way!"