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It was a Wednesday afternoon, and neither of us had anywhere to be. The rain fell in sheets outside, and the roads we would have otherwise used to get to work were closed. Our lounge was warm, and we sat together on the couch each smoking a cigarette into the already hazy air around us.
Clare said - “That’s pretty shit out there.”
I agreed, and leant back on the couch. “Fancy a cone?” I asked. “A bit early, isn’t it”, she replied. “Well, nothing much else to do.” I said. Nodding, she looked up at the ceiling.
“There might be, you know, I mean if you’d like.”. Turning to me, these words hanging in the air, she continued; “There is something else we could try.”
“Oh really, Clare. And what would that be?”, smiling at her as she smiled back, each of us knowing exactly the answer to that question. “Well, we have some MDMA left over from a few weeks ago, and when we were high we both agreed that a nice rainy afternoon would be the perfect time to get high together again.” Clare rose, and crossed our small lounge to the mantlepiece. Her hips swaying slightly, the thin fabric of her pyjamas moving across the soft round curves of her ass. Clare turned, looking down at me admiring her curves. “Eyes up here baby”. I let my eyes move slowly up her body, pausing for a long moment to stare lovingly at her round breasts, and gazing eventually into her pretty face. “Yes dear.”
Clare held the small box in her hands, and came to sit next to me again. “One each?” “Don’t mind if I do.”. And with two sips from our morning cups of tea the MDMA tablets were gone. We leant back into the couch together, both reaching again for our cigarettes. We each took deep drags, and exhaled them slowly into the drifting smoke.
“So. Excellent. Coffee?” I knelt down on the ground next to her, and kissed her softly and slowly on the lips. “Would you like a nice cup of coffee?”. I kissed her again, and let my hands rise up to gently stroke her breasts through her top. “Yes please sweetheart, and then come back here and do that again.” she leant into my hands subtly. I gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, and then stood and made my way into the kitchen. Small, like the rest of our tiny flat, it contained a fridge, a cooker, an insufficiently large worktop, and an unnecessarily large coffee machine. Clare called from the lounge “Nice and strong please handsome.”
A few minutes later I returned to the lounge with two strong espresso shots on a tray, and placed them down on the coffee table. I knelt again on the floor in front of her, and looking into her eyes, took a sip of my coffee. “Feeling anything yet” I asked, and allowed my free hand to gently move over the outline of her breast. I felt her nipple harden a little under the fabric. “Just your hand on my tits, sweetheart” she replied, and moved away a little. Leaning back once more she took another cigarette from the packet and lit it. “Let’s look at the rain and smoke for a while, with our coffees.” I moved next to her on the couch, and she leant her warm body against mine. Together we looked out at the pouring rain, watching the water ripple down the glass while the trees in the garden moved and shook in the wind. “The rain is pretty.” she said at last, and then “I think I feel a little something now.” She put the end of her cigarette into the ashtray, and undid the buttons of her pyjama top. She idly drifted her fingertips over the curves of her soft round breasts, stroking her nipples. “There you go rain,” she said, “what do you think of my tits?” She tiled her head back to me, “do you think the rain likes them sweetheart?”.
I reached down, and lifted one of her breasts, feeling its weight in my hand. “I think the rain finds them magnificent darling.” I pinched her nipple gently between thumb and forefinger, making her gasp. “Oh! Oh that’s lovely. I think that awful weather outside would love to see you squeeze my nipple.” She leant her body more heavily back against mine, “why don’t you show the rain how hard I like to be squeezed.”
This was one of our games, I’d squeeze her nipple. Gently at first, but then harder, harder and harder until she gasped “Yes!”. I suppose that made “Yes” our safe word, if you think about it. I began to tighten my grip slowly. She liked me to take my time, to increase the pressure
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