post date:Mon Mar 26 by
RAIN AND ALL IT ENCOMPASSES I walked slowly through the cemetery with the strap of my knapsack dangling from my pinkie and trailing in the fallen autumn leaves. I thought a lot. Of everything and of nothing. The best times were when my mind was blank. When I tried to think of something but it felt like my mind could not be arsed to muster up any thoughts. Unfortunately, those were very few and far between. I sighed and twirled the strap through my fingers. Then I groaned as I felt a drop of rain on my nose. I looked up, half on my way to anger as it started to pour….then I smiled. Maybe God was trying to tell me something; stop whingeing, you silly gremlin and hurry to class. Or walk and spin around in the rain. I chose the latter. I spun and stuck out my tongue. I jumped and squealed and dropped my bag to the floor as I shrieked almost hysterically. Almost 20 minutes were gone before the rain slowed to drizzles. I stopped jumping about crazily and closed my eyes with my head tilted up as my heart slowly stopped racing. I opened my eyes and looked into his. Straight into his bright blue eyes. So bright even in the dour weather. I was stunned for a second. Had he been staring at me the whole time and I had not noticed? His slow smirk made me close my mouth that had been open without me realizing. ‘Uhm…’ I started then I grabbed my bag and turned round to run. I heard footsteps behind me and I ran faster but I felt his arm grab me and spin me around. I whirled and was pressed against his chest. I noticed how wet his shirt was and how it outlined his taut chest. I saw his smile fade as he stared at me. His eyes more piercing up close. I shut mine as his face tilted closer and closer to mine. I smiled against his lips as they pressed to mine. The rain had started again in earnest. Even more ferocious than before. But we didn’t care. We started laughing as we struggled to pull off our drenched shirts. As we fumbled with our respective jeans and skirt. He pushed me backwards till I stumbled and would have almost fallen over the tombstone behind me if he had not grabbed my naked waist. I turned round and just about read the words ‘In Loving Memory of Our Father, Husband…’ and I was spun round again till I perched half over the tombstone – one bum cheek in the air while the other balanced precariously over the father/husband. I inwardly muttered a ‘forgive me’ to this poor soul then I gasped out loud as his tongue found my clit. I clenched the muddy soil and wet blades of grass, my hand slipping as they were ripped out. I clenched the soil even harder, my fingers sinking in while I pressed his face tighter into my drenched pussy. From the rain. From my juices. I could not feel the rain as it hit my face almost angrily. As the thunder rumbled and the lightning struck and it grew darker. It grew darker in my soul too. I welcomed the darkness as I splintered. Then I let out a guttural growl as he surged into me with one thrust. Now I was held in his arms, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as I held onto the tombstone with one hand and clutched his neck with the other. My head fell back further and further till it bumped the arm trembling, clutching the slab. Holding unto death with all the strength funneled to that arm. I heard him scream a ‘Fuck’ over the relentless rain. My eyes stared unseeing into the dark clouds then I felt a surge through me. And barely heard the thunder that normally follows lightning as we jerked together in pleasure. And excruciating pain. *** ‘Well, this is something we don’t see regularly.’ Joe said gruffly as he swallowed repeatedly. His partner was not as strong and could be heard retching in a corner. He shook his head and crossed himself as he stared at the blackened bodies joined at the hips and contorted over some poor bastard’s grave. Then he looked up at the clear skies… and the rainbow.