"Diane, it's going to rain."
"I know." She grinned at me. I could see where my lipstick had smudged on her teeth.
I moved to get up off the ground. The grass was already warm when we sat down, the sun was bright an hour ago. But as with any spring weather, it was hard to predict. Rain clouds moved heavy and low across the horizon. Diane wouldn't let me get up.
"Don't go." She looked down at me with falsely innocent blue eyes. I didn't have time to argue before she kissed me again, pressing me back onto the soft ground. She closed her eyes when she kissed me. I know because I looked at her. She was too beautiful not to look at. I ran my hands through her soft curly red hair, pulling it back slightly. The clouds were already overhead. Humidity weighed down the air. It felt like summer rather then spring.
I felt the first raindrop before she did. It plopped heavily on my forehead and splashed up onto Diane's face. She looked at me for an impossibly long time. I felt lost in her eyes. I knew she loved me. I loved her too, even though I tried not to. Our husbands...
She reached up and touched the raindrop to the tip of her finger. It lingered there, catching the far off street lamp's light. Was it really that dark? I would have looked, but the look in Diane's eyes stopped me. She moved her finger above my lips, the raindrop still precariously balanced on the swirls of her fingertip. It seemed innocent enough, alright. But the look in her eyes said something different. The look was imploring but patient. She was waiting for acceptance.
Slowly and uncertainly I brought my hand to hers, lowering it to my mouth. I licked the drop off of her finger, then closed my lips around it, sucking gently. Yes. There was nothing else I could say. Just like when my husband told me Diane invited me to a picnic.
"Brian and I are just going to watch the game over here anyway. You should get some fresh air, Grace."
He hadn't noticed the way I stared at her when she walked in to pick me up. She was dressed like a high fashion goddess come to life. Her white cotton shirt was light and breezy, summery. I followed the deep v plunge into a pair of pleated black shorts that showed off the majority of her thin but muscled thighs. Her designer sandals were high heeled, white, and laced up her calf. She saw me staring and grinned at me. She walked forward and wrapped her arm around my waist and walked me out the door.
