Wet

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You’d think that a constant crackling that you absolutely can’t drown out no matter how hard you try would be very irritating. But this one was odd in that way. This is the hardest I’ve ever seen it rain in my life, but it’s serving to pacify everyone in the room. The spell rain can cast on people is amazing. Dispite the thunder every now and then, it can still lull us into dozing off and being lethargic…It’s dark and cheery at the same time. It doesn’t make much sense. “Dreamy.” That’s pretty much how it feels. Dreamy.

It’s a Saturday afternoon and the class is waiting for the bell to let us out. All just waiting- the teacher is just as droopy as the class is. I was supposed to go to Orihime’s today, but I can’t imagine going out in this. Just as I look back to give her a quick smile, the bell rings and chairs begin scraping across the floor, letting people amble out of the room with absolutely no rush. I straighten up and turn to the lively redhead floating up to me. Any notions of getting a ride home and just going to her place tomorrow were answered by an enthusiastic “C’mon, Tatsuki-chan. Slow and steady never wins on a Saturday.” She’s always so spry. The rain isn’t even crossing her mind, I bet.

“Did you at least bring a coat?” I ask hopefully. “No.” She replies in a singsong tone. “I don’t think anyone did. But it won’t matter if I…race you to my place!” And with that, she dashes off. But I think she’s right- this downpour was really unexpected, and we’re not really in a position to take a ride from anyone else. They’re calling people up and waiting around the school, fighting over the little area of roof. I begin to catch up to her quickly and our pulses get faster and faster. This actually feels great. I was apprehensive about braving the elements after being inside for the first part of the day, but now we’re free, sprinting past the few walkers who have things to cover up with, brisk wind whipping our ears and cold drops of rain splashing our faces every second. It’s a real wakeup from the hold it had on us earlier. We haven’t done anything this giddy since middle school. At least I can always count on Orihime to make me feel alive at the wierdest times.

This is to get to shelter faster, after all. I let the sprightly mood get the best of me, tearing through puddles, barely making crosses in front of windshields trying to clear themselves like clockwork, hopping fences, and cutting through people’s yards in order to skip whole blocks. I finally hunch over on her appartment’s stoop panting and waiting for her to cross the last street and let us in. She trods up and rifles through her bag, then gives me a look of mock-dismay. I’m still out of breath. She tells me before I ask what I think I already know. “Tatsuki-chan? I seem to have forgotten the keys.” She waits for my eyes to widen in shock before pulling them out and unlocking the door. I let out a wooshing sigh and roll my eyes after watching her scurry inside.

Right when I step through the door, Orihime makes an excited giggle and gives me a tight hug. The edge of a soaked lock of her hair tickles my nose. She has such an amazing effect, just like the rain does. I spent the last half hour or so drenched, chilled, and exhausted, and she can erase that with one of her hugs. It feels so nice I can’t help but smile. For the first time since I left my bed this morning, I feel warm.

She lets go with a pretty smile, and as she turns a little sideways to put her bag down and take her shoes off, I notice something else. She’s soaked just like I am, so there’s a large amount of water that glues her clothes to her skin and my eyes to her ample…charms. She looks especially curvy right now. I can see through her white uniform shirt completely, and her rusty hair matted by water drapes in a slope down her back as she stands up perkily. And of course that makes her bounce a little. I glance at them and chuckle. Who cares? We’re best friends- I’m allowed to admire her.

“You’re the guest, Tatsuki-chan, so you can take a shower first if you wan-” I cut her off.
“You should go first. The rainwater is worse for your type of hair than mine, and I could cook something while you’re in there. You’ll kill yourself with the stuff you make.”
“Ok, thanks.” She replies and adds to it jokingly: “You’re so naughty, Tatsuki-chan. Your bra is showing.” “Yours is, too!” I giggle. But God, is it ever. Hers is pink.

I ruffle my dripping hair a little with a hand towel and start to dig through the kitchen cabinets in hopes of finding some normal food that she might keep lying around. It would be great to have some hot soup, considering what today’s been like. I throw together some packets of instant miso and some extra ingredients. The steam wafts over my face gently as the soup simmers, tempting my mind to take advantage of this time I have alone with it. Orihime is probably enjoying the same therapy right now; I can hear the soft hiss of the showerhead across her apartment. She’s such a beautiful young lady. I can’t blame people like Chizuru for approaching her all the time. Chizuru is very sweet at heart, but she can be a little randy at times and it makes me feel protective. It’s not that I don’t trust Chizuru, but I love Orihime. It’s probably some subconscious thing where I feel better if I shield her instead of standing back. I usually wish that I could be more friendly to Chizuru, but when she’s actually there, she’s so eccentric. She even blatantly tries to peek at Orihime’s rack in the locker room. Maybe she’s as jealous as I am- neither of us know why Orihime is so naturally pretty and busty.

The shower is still on. She likes her showers very hot, and the water is beating against her bare skin and flowing down, down…all over the suppleness and slopes of a girl’s body. Not discriminating where; washing over absolutely everywhere, heating her, trickling around her intimacies. Steam is caressing her all over. But he’s friendly. He doesn’t seduce her. He just cheers her up- he wants to tickle. So stimulating. I wonder if Orihime is doing what I like to do in a hot shower. What do I do? I’m a young woman. I love to pleasure myself every once in a while. I won’t lie. But I wonder if her hair’s red down there, too? or does she keep it smooth and bare? That sweetheart could be indulging herself right now. Gently rubbing at her folds, letting them gorge with blood, squirming, opening up and letting Steam cuddle for a while. She loves it, too. Rubbing, rubbing, petting and stroking herself. Her juices start mingling with the hot water, warming her dextrous fingers. She starts to coo in her cute voice. It gets muffled by the steady water and echoes in the cozy shower stall. She’s pleading with the water to play with her more and not to be shy; massage her there. She definitely won’t mind. She wants a harder massage. She wants to be played with more and more. Her fingers have been working at her sweet spot all this time, and with and extra loud mew, she lets go. She’s panting like crazy, but Steam comforts her. She lets the heat of the water sweep her face and tease her lips a little. She lets it wash her fingers that she glazed a couple seconds ago, lets it sooth her until she calms down, comes out of her haven and breathes normally again.

The water abruptly shuts off. I felt oddly comfortable a couple of seconds ago. But my eyes are open, and I’m back in the kitchen. Most of all, I can’t belive I just thought of Orihime like that. And I’ve overcooked the soup. This wakame is going to be disgusting.

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