Shannon

The rain pours and pours on us
Cascading around us like our passions
and the intoxicated Indian looks on
with his trusty 40 ouncer in tow.

***

This moment has been coming for days
No weeks
No, actually months
Since I first saw you that windy day on Boren Avenue
and the wind blew that straw hat you were wearing off
revealing your long
luxurious
red
hair.
Fire engine red.
Irish
blue eyes.

Yes that's you
in my dreams
fantasies
and carnal desires.

You knew who I was
I introduced myself to you.
I was a bit of a clod.
Making the first move has never been my strongest forte,
and you confirmed this by never acknowledging me
whenever I saw you.
I felt like an ass
I was an ass.

Then you were at that party
sitting alone quietly
while my friend started getting it on with his girlie
who was also your roommate
in a drunken rampage
and while my other friend and I
sat with beers and talked
and you walked over to the stereo
and started playing the coolest jazz.

Then the rain began to fall
and Kesselring left.
He was bored.
He was alone.
He didn't want to be a third wheel.
We started talking
the way I wanted to talk to you
that day
on Boren Avenue.
Your deep blue Irish eyes sparkled when you talked to me,
and your long hair brushing against my side
turned me on like nothing ever has.

We went for a walk.
A long walk.
Down from capitol hill
zig zagging through the downtown streets
to pioneer square.
We end up at the Central Tavern
for some last minute beers before they close.
And then we leave
And duck off into the nearest private place
in the rain
in the cold.
But do we really care?
Hell no!

In an alley near the Indians, I kiss you
and you kiss me
Our tongues battling each other
and I kiss your neck
and you kiss my neck
and I smell the loveliness of your wet red hair.
You guide my right hand up your shirt
and I feel your hard nipples,
and your hand finds my crotch,
and feels my ready to explode erection.

I must have you.
I drop to my knees.
You are wearing cutoffs over tights.
I unbutton the shorts
unzip them
and pull them off.

I take the tights
and pull them
off.

Too much clothing for spontaneous outdoor sex.

Your panties remain on
in the rain,
and I move them away
from your pussy.
I start licking
and kissing
your pussy
your clit
your pussy
your clit.
You ask me to be gentle with your clit.
Just lick and kiss
the little
hood.
The clit itself is very
sensitive.

Sensitive.

I oblige.

Your knees begin to wobble.
You ask me to insert a finger
and I oblige.
You ask me to insert a second finger.
Once again I oblige.
All this while I lick
that little hood.
Up down and around.
I love your pussy Shannon.

Your knees wobble,
and buckle,
and the soft groans
get a little louder,
and louder
and louder
and then you collapse on top of me.

The rain continues to fall
and the Indian has gone elsewhere.