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Click hereWhen they came to a stop light he pulled next to her and Stephanie gave him a cute little horny look as the warm rain poured down her face and flowed between her breasts.
Her soft low cut tank top was drenched and clinging to her body, just barely covered her nipples as it hung low from the weight.
James scooted his bike closer and they gently kissed under the dark flashing sky.
He put one arm around her and when she pushed her tongue into his mouth James secretly slid two fingers up the bike seat and into her butt, she let out a little squeak of approval into his mouth just as the light changed.
The wet street reflected the emerald green streetlight and when Stephanie stomped on the pedals the bike jerked forward and his fingers were yanked from her body.
The two giggled and splashed through giant puddles gathering by the side of the road, and when they came up to their apartment building they noticed the whole block was dark.
James locked up the bikes and Stephanie pulled her bag from the rack.
"Looks like the power is out." She unscrewed the lid and took a big lean back drink from the mojito jar.
"Yeah, it must be the storm." James unlocked the door and they rode the elevator up to their flat.
The wind was whipping the white lace curtains around in the living room so James closed the window and cranked up the heat, Stephanie stripped her sopping wet clothes off and toweled her hair dry while they sat on the couch watching the lightning show.
"What do you think was happening at that park?" She asked.
"I don't know, it seemed like we stumbled upon some type of secret sex party."
"It wasn't that secret."
"Dude, we can't really judge... we were fucking all over that park before they even got there." James reminded.
Stephanie didn't respond, she just smiled and went to the kitchen to pour two giant glasses of tap water.
She handed one to James and took a big drink. "Okay, I'm going to go get some sleep," She leaned over and kissed him gently, "I have that job interview at Hypercore at six in the morning tomorrow."
"Okay, I'm going to stay up and watch the lightning for a little while.
Stephanie smiled at him sweetly and when she got up he patted her on her bare but and said, "Go get em tomorrow," before she pranced out of the room.
He lit one of the joints he rolled earlier and laid on the couch slowly falling asleep and enjoying the light show.
In the night James had a series of disturbing dreams, the most disturbing was one where he goes to retrieve the newspaper from the front stoop of a small tract house with a white picket fence.
In the dream, he was wearing a stained white robe and black socks pulled up to his knees, he meandered through the messy living room while he took a sip of lukewarm black coffee and turned over a pack of hotdogs he had thawing in the sink.
The entire nightmare consisted of him reading every word of the newspaper from front to back on a Saturday afternoon.
Thanks for pointing that out, I'll be sure to update the story to say they took the stairs... But the power being out is an important part because it denies James info, otherwise he would just watch the news and kill the mystery in part two.
so they would have been trudging up the stairs, NOT taking the elevator.
The question for you, as a writer, though, is why was the power out. How does it impact the story?
It seems to me, if the scene ended with the end of this chapter, there was no purpose for the electricity to be out. The story would be exactly the same, if the electricity was never mentioned.
Rare for an apartment elevator to run on a backup generator, and most apartments use electricity to deliver heat (blower) if not produce it. Just a thought.