Heat Lightning

Ana followed my instructions without hesitation, crawling forward on her hands and knees. I sat back and watched her, wishing there was more light. I looked her over for a moment. Her flawless tits hanging down. Her ass, round and perfect. From this angle her pussy and asshole were on full display. She peered over her should at me, her wavy black hair in her face. "Like this?" she asked, still sounding innocent, despite her sexy pose.

"Just like that," I agreed, kneeling behind her, running my hands over her luscious ass cheeks. With her legs spread as they were, her pussy lips were slightly open. I spread them more, running a finger down her slit, rubbing her clit.

"Oh!" she gasped, surprised by the sudden sensation. I planted my left hand on her bottom, guiding my aching cock to her entrance with my right hand. "Yessss," she moaned. "Use me. Use me to make yourself cum."

There was no slowing myself down after hearing that. Grunting, I slammed into her, amazed by how wet she was. Her thighs felt moist against mine . . . was it sweat, her cum or mine? Or all three? She clenched around me as she came and I stayed still, letting her orgasm pass before grabbing her hips and beginning to thrust. From this angle, I was deeper than before . . . all the way in. I couldn't tell for sure, but it felt like I was hitting the opening to her womb with every inward plunge. Whatever I was doing, I could tell I was doing it right. She let out a breathless "Ah!" with every thrust. She came again, but this time I thrusted through her clenching pussy, barely able to continue due to her powerful internal spasms. I felt like we were animals, fucking in the night in front of the open door, not holding anything back.

"I'm your slut!" she said excitedly, scarcely able to get the words out due to my steady onslaught. She looked back at me over her shoulder, face hopeful. "Am I? Mike? Am I your slut?"

It was obvious she wanted me to say it, so I complied. "Yes," I said, not slowing down. "You can be my slut, Ana."

It was the right choice, saying it. It had an incredible effect on her. "Oh god. Yessssss!" she practically screamed in pleasure as my words and thrusts brought her to what sounded—and felt—like her most intense orgasm yet. I had to thrust harder to keep from being forced out of her cunt. Her legs trembled and she lost balance, collapsing face first into the air mattress. My cock popped out of her suddenly. "No . . . " she whispered. "Nonono." She was disappointed, thinking I was going to stop.

"I'm gonna keep fucking you," I promised her, whispering in her ear as I spread her legs and reentered her. She tilted her ass up to allow me access. It was almost too tight from this angle, but I managed to get inside her. "Gonna keep fucking you 'til I come, Ana," I told her.

"Ohh yessss. Fill me up, Mike. Make me yours," she moaned, turning her face to the side. She looked unbearably sexy with her hair a mess and her eyes tightly shut, her mouth wide open. Looking at her, hearing her sexy moans, the feel of her cunt tightening around me . . . even the fact that she was willing to do anything to please me—that this was what was giving her so much pleasure . . . all these things made me boil over. I came again, deep inside, slowing my thrusts and finally stopping.

I stayed still for a moment enjoying the feel of being wedged inside her before sliding out and sitting back on my heels. A stream of our mingled cum ran from her pussy and pooled on the mattress. Ana remained in the same position, breathing hard. Her legs were still quivering and she was making happy little mewling noises. I flopped onto my side next to her, panting and exhausted. It felt like I was bathed in sweat. My cock was sore from being overused, but I finally felt satisfied. I couldn't stop smiling. I was fully aware that I'd just had the best sex of my life. Twice.

After about a minute of recovery, she slowly rolled over and cuddled in close to me. She lay her head on my chest and I wrapped my arm around her. She idly ran her fingers through my chest hair. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Any time," I replied, and I meant it. She made a sighing, purring sound as she cuddled me. I felt contented and relaxed. It wasn't even as hot. The temperature had finally dropped to a bearable level. I realized shortly that Ana had fallen asleep, her breathing steady and relaxed. I fell asleep with my friend in my arms, breathing deep of the cloying scent of sex and rain.

***

We woke several hours later, chilly and wet. It was drizzling and the breeze had picked up, blowing rain droplets in on us. It wasn't unpleasant . . . after the hellishly hot day I'd endured, it was actually refreshing. And a surprising way to wake up. Ana giggled, I laughed. The sun was up and we were right in front of the screen, naked and exposed to the world.

"So I guess that wasn't a dream?" she asked, smiling sweetly up at me.

"No, it happened alright," I replied, feeling her soft, naked body pressed up against mine. We were both tacky with sweat, rain and our dried, sticky fluids. But rather than wanting a shower, all I wanted was to be inside her again. I looked down to find my friend gazing up at me . . . gazing is really the only word to describe it. It was an adoring look . . . more loving than I could ever remember having pointed at me. "What?" I asked, smiling.

"This . . . and last night. I've waited so long for you, Mike. I never thought I'd get the chance."

"Is this why you came over?"

She blushed, but didn't look away. "Yeah. You seemed so frustrated and lonely yesterday. It took all day to get up the nerve, but I finally did. I came over intending to seduce you. But then I realized I didn't have any idea how to seduce someone." She giggled.

"Well, you did a great job regardless," I told her, giving her a squeeze.

"Really? Nooo. I didn't do anything!" she exclaimed.

"You did plenty," I insisted, holding her closer. "Last night was amazing."

"I'm glad," she said, running her hand softly over my chest. "And even if you throw me away and never want me again, I'll never forget last night. That memory will last me the rest of my life."

"Now why would I never want you again?" I asked, stroking her hair.

She finally looked away. "Because I'm so young. And I'm chubby. And I'm shy. And, I don't know, lots of reasons." She didn't sound sad saying any of these things, just matter-of-fact.

"I don't care how young you are. And you're not chubby. You're incredibly sexy. Everything about you is sexy," I told her. She didn't respond, just looked up at me, her eyes big and beautiful. I couldn't help myself—I had to kiss her. Touching her cheek, I pressed my lips to hers. The kiss quickly went from tender to passionate as my tongue invaded her mouth, seeking and undeniable. My hands ran hungrily over her body, over her breasts, around to her ass, between her legs to her well-used cunt where I was pleased to find she was again flowing. Our mouths still close together, I said, "I need to fuck you again, Ana." The need was overwhelming . . . I couldn't keep myself reigned in with her. "I'm yours," she whispered, still so sweet. How could someone be naked and offering her body to me and still manage to sound innocent? Somehow she managed it.

Kissing her again, I rolled atop her, spreading her pussy lips with one hand and pressing myself into her smoothly. It felt like she was sucking me into her deliciously tight depths. It felt so good inside her . . . as though I belonged in there. If only I'd known sooner . . . how had I been so blind to my friend's beauty and sweetness?

She gasped with the pleasure of my penetration as I filled her up. "Oh god Ana, you feel so perfect," I murmured, staying nestled inside her as I kissed her again. The kiss was broken as she voiced her climax. Not able to hold myself in check, I began to thrust, slowly at first but swiftly losing control. It was so incredible to be able to clearly see her beneath me, her lovely face with eyes closed, moaning steadily, hair spread out around her. Round tits rocking with my movements. Her beauty took my breath away. The rain continued to hit us and I couldn't make myself care that the door was open and the sunlight was illuminating us. Anyone would be able to see us. Even if someone walked through my backyard (which happened often) I wouldn't be able to stop. I don't think anything could have stopped our coupling at that point.

Ana threw her arms around me and spread her legs as wide as she could get them, bucking against me. By the end I was slamming into her again, making her cum continuously, racing to the edge of my own orgasm, desperate for release. She was making sounds that weren't quite words, pleading sounds, punctuated with gasps of pleasure. "I'm gonna cum, Ana. I can't hold it in."

"Yesyesyes," she said, opening her eyes and locking me in her sight. I came just like that, looking into her beautiful green eyes, overwhelmed with emotions I couldn't exactly define and didn't need to. This was pure feeling . . . just two animals rutting in the rain . . . two friends trying to get as much pleasure out of each other as possible . . . and that was all we needed to be on that cool, rainy, sticky morning. I cried out her name as I tipped over the precipice and coated her insides with my seed. We climaxed together, clinging to each other, all thought lost in our joined explosion.

It was quite awhile before we separated. I sat up on the soaked mattress, drained and finally sated, looking at her. Ana was lying nearly motionless, breathing heavy, legs still spread, our juices slowly seeping out of her. One hand was on her forehead and her smile was completely contented. "You okay?" I asked, my smile matching hers.

She turned her pretty face to me and the adoring look was back. "Never better," she replied.

How had I gone so long? So many years with her right under my nose and never realized how completely special she was. I was baffled.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked in the shy tone I was coming to love.

"Just how amazing this was. How amazing you are."

"Things are different now, aren't they?" she asked, her eyes taking on the mingled lustful and frightened look she'd worn hours earlier, after I'd first penetrated her.

"Yeah, but different is good. After something like this, you have to take another look at things. We'll figure it out, though. There's no rush." "Not going to throw me away?" she asked, her voice tremulous.

"Not a chance," I promised, giving her a sweet, tender kiss. "You'll see. But for now we have something very important to do. Something vital."

"What's that?"

I stood and closed the door, drawing the curtain. "We need a long, hot shower," I said, smirking.

She giggled in agreement and let me help her up. She trailed along behind me as I led her up the stairs to the bathroom.

As we shared our shower and took turns washing each other, my thoughts were filled with the power of storms—they always seemed to heighten everything, to bring my emotions to drastic heights or depths, fill me with tension and bring me to places I never thought I'd go. And this was a storm I'd never forget. Neither of us would.

Author's Note: Sexual tension is wonderful, isn't it? This one was inspired by many things, and came out of nowhere just like lightning. Two of the main inspirations: a conversation with a friend on the effects of storms, and a request by the same friend for a story to break out of my common thematic elements. Also, a couple of my readers requested this kind of match up, so it all worked out. I'm happy with the result anyway and hope you all are too.

Oh, and if you did like it, let me know. There's more to Mike and Ana's story, but I'll only write it if there's a demand for a continuation.