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I love the rain. I love the coolness, the sign of renewal… I just love rain. I particularly love kissing in the rain– something about the sense of warmth surrounded by cold, the innocence it portrays… and just the feeling of cold rain on warm lips. I remember the first time I had sex in the rain. I had just gotten back from a high school bagpipe band trip to Scotland, for 2 and a half weeks. Scotland is kind of a wet and rainy place, in case you didn’t already know! I got off the plane, made it through all the security and stuff, picked up my bags, and headed outside. It was raining again!! As Kurtköy Escort I walked over to the curb, my dad’s big ’96 Aerostar pulled up, and honked twice. I glanced that way, and I noticed that it wasn’t my dad behind the wheel– it was my girlfriend, Geena. I hadn’t seen her for close to a month now, because she had been in Japan when I left, so naturally when I saw her, my face positively lit up. Here it was, almost 3 in the morning, and she had bothered to get and drive into Toronto to get me. I opened the trunk, tossed in the suitcase and crawled forward, into Kurtköy Escort Bayan the passenger seat. Once established in my spot, she leaned over, and kissed me full on the mouth. I responded eagerly, and our tongues met each other halfway, grappling and playing with each other. As the kiss got progressively rougher, SHE mde the first move– that almost never happens. She leaned a little closer and started feeling around my waistline. Feeling, bcause her eyes were closed. Mine are always open– it’s been like that since we started high school, and I was always Escort Kadıköy the one facing the door, watching for our parents, not wanting to get caught in the act. As she finally found the slightly pronounced bump in my jeans, I gently took her hand, and stopped it before she could penetrate my first line of defense. “Geena, sweetheart, we’re at the airport. We can do that soon, I promise.” “But… I can’t wait, Andrew.” “Neither can I– don’t worry about it, OK? It’ll happen, just give it time.” “Alright… But you’re driving. Stupid bloody traffic. Big freaking accident on the 401 because some idiot driver decided it would be smart to play chicken with an 18 wheeler.” “Ok, ok! I’ll drive!” We switched spots, I put the ‘tank’ into drive, and eased out of the parking spot. I checked my mirrors, but didn’t really need to– there were 2 airport buses, a few taxis, and a stretch limousine.
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