The afternoon bell had barely faded when we bolted from campus, textbooks clutched like shields against the sudden downpour. I was Alex, a lanky engineering major with too many deadlines, and she was Lena, the sharp-tongued lit grad who always had a comeback for everything. We’d been study buddies for months, trading barbs over coffee and pretending the spark wasn’t there. Rain hammered the sidewalks as we sprinted toward my apartment, clothes plastered to skin, laughter mixing with curses.
"This is your fault, Alex," Lena shouted over the downpour, her dark hair slicked back, blouse transparent and clinging to every curve. "You said the forecast was clear!" Her voice carried that signature wit, eyes flashing with mock accusation even as water dripped from her lashes. We burst through my door, dripping puddles on the hardwood. She grabbed a towel from the rack without asking, her strong hands already working with surprising gentleness.
"Hold still," she ordered, voice low and commanding as she rubbed the towel over my shoulders and chest. The care in her touch—methodical, almost tender—sent heat pooling low in my gut. I watched her focused expression, the way her lips parted in concentration, and felt my cock twitch to life, hardening against my soaked jeans. "You’re shivering like a lost puppy. What, can’t handle a little rain?"
"You’re one to talk," I shot back, trying to keep it light while her fingers brushed my neck. "Your shirt’s see-through, and you’re still bossing me around. Typical Lena—turning a storm into a power trip." She smirked, towel sliding lower, grazing my abs, and the friction made me harder, my breath catching. The air thickened with tension, her proximity electric. I leaned in without thinking, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss, tasting rain and something sweeter.
She pulled back sharply, eyes locked on mine, chest heaving. For a heartbeat, silence stretched, her gaze assessing, strong and unyielding. "Alex," she said, voice husky but firm, "that was bold. But if we do this, I set the pace. No games." Her words were sharp, witty even in the moment, a challenge that made my pulse race. She didn’t wait for an answer; instead, she shoved me against the wall, hands deftly unbuttoning my jeans. My hard cock sprang free, and she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking with confident pressure.
"God, you’re already so hard for me," she murmured, dropping to her knees with a grin. She took me into her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as I groaned, hands fisting in her wet hair. The sensation was overwhelming—warm, wet, dripping with intent. I was panting, horny beyond reason, but she controlled every move, pulling back to stand and strip off her own clothes. Her body was a revelation, skin flushed, pussy visibly slick as she pushed me to the couch.
Lena climbed atop me, strong thighs straddling my hips, guiding my cock into her tight, dripping pussy with a shared gasp. She rode me hard, ass grinding down as she set a relentless rhythm, her hands pinning my wrists. "Fuck, you feel good inside me," she panted, sweat beading on her brow, witty retorts forgotten in the heat. "Don’t you dare come yet—I want to feel every inch." Our bodies slapped together, her walls clenching, both of us sweating and lost in the frenzy. She leaned forward, biting my lip as she came first, shuddering around me, then urged me on until I exploded, cum spilling deep as we collapsed, panting.
We lay tangled, breaths syncing, the rain still tapping the windows. Lena traced a finger down my chest, her smile equal parts satisfied and mischievous. "Round one was fun, but next time, I want you begging properly."
The storm outside had only just begun, and so had we.
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