Storms (23M/18F) | 2016

June of last year I spent about a week and a half house-sitting for my parents. They were the old school, leave a bathroom light on to tell criminals you're still home types, and desperately asked me to watch their humble estate while they made their annual pilgrimage to Vegas. I was between grad school years at the time, and generally excited to get out of my miserable town.

If you've ever lived in a small town in the Midwest during the summer, you're probably pretty aware of the penchant for tornadic activity. That was a very real dark cloud on the pop punky, idyllic nostalgia that was my former hometown. The threat of a bad storm though, was pretty outweighed by the fact that no one in the town was likely to recognize me; I hadn't returned in far too long. Plus, my parents had a dope ass basement with a smart TV. So there's that.

One Friday night I was lounging, enjoying some random TV binge, as rain pounded the area outside. Flashes of lightning machine gunned outside the windows upstairs, and I could periodically observe their reign at the top of the basement stairs. At some point and time the combination of rain, lightning, and thunder really hammered home the fact that I should probably hop off Netflix and check out a news channel. Which I gladly did.

As a meteorologist from a city an hour away began pouring on about hook echos and shelter advice, a staccato burst of ringing faintly made itself known from upstairs. I suppose given what I know now there also might have been an introduction of rapid knocking, but the percussion of the thunder far outweighed any additional sounds.

They grew louder though, as I pulled on a white v neck and started up the stairs. Not unlike the Jaws theme, the growing tension that was someone very real knocking at my parent's door might have caught me just a little off guard. I mean, it was storming, and my parents HAD warned me about potential criminals. Maybe I should have left that bathroom light on.

I would have glanced out of the window carved at the top of the door, but it had been filled with stained glass for the longest time. That kind of beauty and art didn't exactly mesh well with the darkness outside.

When I pulled open the door, everything became much more clear. The rain pelted harder, the thunder grew pretty scary, and the lightning lovingly illuminated a petite, wet, shaking blonde in front of me.

Pale arms crossed a sopping tanktop, which in turn clung to her small frame. The hints of a simple pink bra shone underneath as I completed a once over. I imagine her yoga pants were also pretty wet, but I mean those are form fitting anyway, sooo...

"What's up?" I finally said loudly, stepping aside. Pretty girls couldn't be criminals, right? The girl stepped forward into the entryway, running her hands over her face and pulling her hair back. She closed her eyes as she tipped her head backwards, and mine fell pretty quickly to her lips.

"Sorry, who are you?" I asked as she started to shiver, crossing her arms again. She had her own inquisitive look, as she stared up at me.

"I live in the house across the street...but you're not Joe and Donna," she offered matter-of-factly.

"...Right," I responded slowly, "my parents are on vacation,"

"Hey, small world," she brightened up a bit, "mine are too."

I realized then that this girl was sitting here, maybe only reaching the 110 pounds soaking wet motif because of the storm, and shivering like crazy. As a kick drum of thunder roared overhead, I slammed the door, noticing as she jumped a bit.

"I hate storms too," I offered, gesturing for her to come down to the basement with me. "I'm Atongueofsilver, by the way," I explained over my shoulder.

"Paige," the neighbor responded.

"Cute name," I thought to myself, as I crossed over the television and headed down the hall into what was my old room.

It was pretty fucking barren, but then again, as I stated before, I rarely went home.

"You must be cold," I said out loud, potentially to no one in particular because I wasn't exactly keeping tabs on where Paige was. I pulled an old black hoodie out of my closet, turned, and smiled as she stood in the doorway.

She was pretty fucking beautiful.

"Towels are in the bathroom, I guess you can wear this until this all blows over,"

She meekly thanked me, before stepping across the hall into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

I collapsed back onto the couch in front of the television, turning up the weatherman's analysis. We weren't exactly out of the shit yet, but it looked like we only had to worry about a severe thunderstorm.

"How's it looking?" Paige's voice elegantly permeated the room.

"Beautiful," I muttered, before my cheeks went red and I looked back at the TV. My hoodie was more of a dress for Paige, but her firm ivory legs were planted amazingly below its edges.

She padded across in front of me, as I bit my lip, and sat on a couch against the wall.

"The uhh...I mean look at the radar. There's kind of an elegance to the fury of the storm,"

"That sounds pretty artsy," she giggled, "your parents did say you were studying English in grad school." She smiled, moving her hair out of her face and leaned forward, the hoodie dropping down just enough for her collarbones to peek out.

"What are you studying?" I asked. Which I wasn't entirely sure what I was hoping for at that point, but I definitely assumed on some level she was home for the summer.

She bit her lip and looked to the side.

"I uhh...just graduated," she ran a hand through her hair absentmindedly.

"College?" I meagerly asked, already knowing the answer.

She blushed and shook her head.

"Well congratulations then," I forced a smile, "was prom and your graduation everything you ever dreamed it would be?"

She leaned back, settled her eyes on the ceiling, before scrunching her face up.

"Graduation was alright. I was ready to be done. Prom was-," a heavy roll of thunder shook the house and she squealed as she shot forward onto the edge of the couch.

I had to smile. Her potentially irrational fear of thunder and lightning carried a youthful innocence that was absolutely adorable.

"What?" she asked stifling nervous laughter.

"You're adorable," I said. She blushed again, and the fact that the meteorologist was beginning to ramp up his intensity was almost white noise.

"Why do you say that?" was what she was about to ask, I'm sure, but another blast of lightning killed the electricity.

"Fuck." we said in unison. I hadn't thought of grabbing any candles or flashlights, and I could barely see inches in front of me.

"It's just," I tried to keep calm, "storms really aren't that bad, you know?"

"So me being scared of storms is what's cute about me?" she exclaimed warily from the darkness. Another rumble of thunder forced another squeal, and another related laugh from me.

It was definitely starting to get worse.

"Paige," I ignored the question.

"Uh huh?"

"Let's move to the hallway,"

I forced myself to my feet, and slowly moved in the direction of the couch, before reaching my hands out. Out of the darkness, two soft hands enveloped mine, and I just so slightly ran a thumb over her soft skin, before pulling her in my direction.

We carefully journeyed through the darkness before we were sitting across the hall from each other, our backs on each wall.

"Hey?" she asked softly a few minutes into our new residence.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for this. Your parents always said I could come by if shit went down,"

"Yeah. They're pretty sweet,"

"So are you."

She stretched her legs out and I felt her feet graze mine. I just let mine stay in place.

"So why was prom bad?" I asked after a few minutes.

"Oh my god," she pulled her feet back up and presumably brought her knees to her chest. "We danced to THE WORST country songs,"

"Been there, done that," I offered.

"Shut up," she said cutely, "anyway, I went with my boyfriend, and you know...after prom, or after after prom, we did what everyone else was doing,"

"Falling asleep?" I knew what she was getting at, but that really wasn't the experience that I had as a socially awkward teenager.

"No asshole," she snapped, "we went out to his dad's farm, and well...we tried to enjoy our night in the bed of his truck."

"Ouch,"

"You're damn right," she giggled and sighed, "it smelled, and he didn't last long, and I even sucked his dick first," she stretched her legs out again, grazing my ankles this time, "fuck. He didn't even go down on me,"

There were so many things I could say, but I wasn't sure in what direction this conversation was going. It could have truly been just small talk, plus there wasn't some sexy bassline playing underneath. Just a loud ass storm.

"Was that your first time?" I decided to go with empathy. That always worked.

"The one and only," she said again, softly. The storm swelled louder and louder over the next five minutes, and I could hear the poor girl shaking.

"Paige," I said lovingly, "why don't you come here?"

She pulled her feet back, as she mumbled in affirmation. I ended up spreading my legs as she crawled into my arms. The hoodie was soft, and her lithe form fit pretty perfectly against me. Her hip was pressed into my crotch, but I figured as long as I focused on the rain outside, everything would be fine. Her head found a home against my shoulder, and I started stroking her back.

"Thanks so much," she mumbled.

"Anytime," I ran a hand through her hair as I laid my head back and closed my eyes.

I wasn't sure if it was morning when I woke, or just some still calm in the near future. But the hallway light had come on, and things were a bit easier to see. Paige was cradled in my arms, as her taut legs were on display just a bit more with the hoodie riding up. And much to my chagrin, there wasn't rain to focus on.

The combination of waking up, and the feeling of an incredibly attractive young girl pressed against me, stirred my libido to life.

"Mhmm," she groaned a bit in her sleep as she shuffled against me, pressing her hip harder against my lengthening cock.

"Fuck," I muttered softly.

"What?" she raised her head to look at me, and for the first time I felt helpless under the gaze of her blue eyes. Our faces were inches apart as she realized. "Oh!" she said blushing, moving away from me, perhaps on instinct. My cock breathed a bit as it started to press out against the front of my gym shorts, and it definitely was conceptually some elephant in the room.

She sat up on her knees, eyeing my crotch, and then my eyes, as she bit her lip and blushed.

"Good morning to you too," I laughed awkwardly, making a half-assed attempt at covering myself up. As I rose to my feet, I quickly stepped away after realizing my dick was then at eye level, "Uhhh, I'm just gonna hop in my room and let you change out of that...," I had my own episode of lip biting and blushing as I stepped past her into my bedroom.

For a beat I just looked into the almost archaic abode; if I wasn't turned on so much, I really would be doing that classic trip through nostalgic history. But I was honestly just trying to find something to occupy my mind other than Paige.

"Here's your hoodie," she said behind me. Thank god, everything had almost gotten awkwardly sexual.

When I turned around she was staring at me with a laser focus, biting her lip as her thumb and forefinger pulled the zipper down.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Her petite, pale form began to display itself as she let the hoodie fall to the ground. Soft, perky, pert breasts gazed up at me as well, and her flat stomach was wonderful bridge to light tufts of pussy hair. Her legs were tightly held together, a representation of some latent innocence and youthful nervousness, but overall she was pretty much sex personified.

My dick was uncomfortably hard against my shorts, but it was just one step in the natural, synergistic process that followed. She bounded forward and I captured her into my arms as we collapsed back onto my bed.

Her lips tasted like lost time and missed opportunities, and the way she ground her crotch against the bottom of my stomach was so eager and beautiful. I quickly paused to get out of my shirt, before attacking her lips again, sitting up and bringing her onto my lap. My hands scaled her tight body, before settling on her firm ass and holding it tight against my throbbing, clothed member.

I grabbed her hips and pushed her back a few inches as I kissed down her neck and attacked her tits with my mouth. Her small hands raked my hair as she moaned out, before cursing and firmly saying "No!" before shoving me onto my back.

Her lips met my neck with equal frenzy, and she peppered kisses down my chest and stomach, stopping to give me hickeys every few seconds. She smiled mischievously as her hands hooked the waistband of my gym shorts, and she tugged them down as my thick tan dick popped out.

Paige bit her lip and smiled, wrapping a hand around my thickness and eagerly kissing the tip.

"Fuck," I groaned in instinct. Her young mouth enveloped my cock, as she started to jack me off with reckless abandon. She seemed so eager to please, but I feel like I matched her on that level.

"Nope," I muttered softly after I realized what I truly needed to do.

She shot me a questioning glance as she attempted to deep throat me, and I shot my hand down and grabbed her hair, lovingly tugging her up to meet my lips again.

"What are you-AH" she moaned out as I bit at her neck, before roughly spinning her onto her back.

I restarted my oral assault, biting a lip as I pulled away and trailed my own path of destruction down her neck and tits, stopping to nibble and kiss at her stiff nipples. But I absolutely didn't want to stop there. She cussed and moaned so damn cutely as I worked my way down her stomach, and as I lapped over her pubic bone she nervously opened her legs.

"Uh uh uh," I wagged a finger nefariously as I skipped over her pink pussy to kiss and bite at her thigh.

"You're an ass-haaa," she moaned out and shot a hand down to tug my head roughly against her pussy. She really did know what she wanted, and I was probably more of a pawn in her hand. Her tight pussy was sweet and slick, and I smiled as I worked my tongue up and down her lips.

I ran my hands up to massage her tits as I pursed my lips around her clit, sucking on it lightly as her juices began to coat my chin. Sliding a hand back down, she shivered as I ran over her stomach, which was potentially filled with butterflies at this point. I worked a finger into her tight folds and began to finger fuck her as I sucked on her clit.

Her legs tightened around me as she bucked up to meet my finger, and I flipped the script to tongue fuck her and run circles around her clit. She went absolutely wild, tearing my hand away from her breasts so she could tightly grip it as she began to cum against my face. Her moans were almost the loudest thing I heard that night, which is saying a lot, and she almost spasmed under my lips and fingers.

Paige loosened her grip on my hand as she came down, running her hands through her hair as I bridged up onto my knees, my cock hanging heavy in between her legs. Her eyes settled on mine, as she bit her lip and nodded.

I gave a couple of generous strokes before holding my dick at the base and gently running the cockhead up and down her lips. She shivered and tried her best to buck her hips up, but I was quite the tease.

When I was ready, I sunk into her tight depths, smiling down at her flushing face. I dug my nails into her hips as I picked up speed, before focusing one hand on playing with her clit, and the other with her tits. That's all I needed from Paige, her joy, and as she bit her lip and started to buck her hips in time with me, I knew the inexperienced girl was going to make someone incredibly happy someday.

As she shot her hand out again to clutch mine, I gingerly, laid forward, capturing her lips as she moaned into my mouth. Her almost virgin pussy squeezed my tan dick, as she soaked the already pre-cum drenched skin. She bit my lip as she finished cumming, and broke away to moan.

I felt my own orgasm approaching, and quickly pulled out, raising up on my knees and stroking in the direction of her stomach. Bless her, Paige shot a hand out and took over as I let my hands fall to my side.

Our eyes focused on each other one last time that morning, as I pumped my hips and she eagerly stroked me, grabbing a pert tit with her other hand. In seconds I was spraying all over her stomach, and she smiled wide at her handwork.

As I fell to the side, she slowed her stroking down, scooping up a bit of cum and bringing it to her lips.

"Much better," she said softly, her face inches away from mine. I kissed her quickly, squeezing her ass again, before taking her hand.

"Let's get you cleaned up," I smiled as I pulled her in the direction of the bathroom.