Page 112 of Notes About Vodka

After the show, we join the street celebrations, dancing and laughing with strangers who become quick friends. It feels like everything bad has melted away, replaced by this warmth, this sense of belonging.

As the extended weekend comes to a close, we decide to have one last hurrah.

The weather takes a turn, and a summer storm rolls in from the Atlantic. Rain pours down in sheets, drenching everything in sight.

But instead of dampening our spirits, it ignites a sense of adventure.

“Let’s do whip cream vodka shots!” Laura suggests, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

We gather in her apartment, the sound of rain pounding against the windows. The atmosphere is electric, charged with the thrill of the unexpected. We line up the shots, the whipped cream adding a playful touch.

“To making memories,” Laura says, raising her glass.

“To making up for lost time,” I add, clinking my glass against hers.

We down the shots, the sweet and fiery taste filling my senses. Laughter erupts as we chase the shots with soda, the rain outside creating a rhythmic backdrop to our revelry. Before long, we’re dancing in the living room, our movements free and uninhibited.

The rain continues to fall, but it doesn’t matter.

At this moment, we’re invincible.

Eventually, Laura talks us into venturing outside, the rain soaking us to the bone. We laugh and splash in puddles, our joy echoing as we make our way to the pool.

The rain is coming down harder, the clouds darkening the sky.

“Laura, don’t you think it’s time to go back inside.”

“Be brave, Valerie!” She laughs.

Laura grabs my hand and runs us to the pool. We jump in fully clothed. But then Laura pops up out of the water completely naked.

“Ummm, Laura,” I start.

But she presses a finger to my lips.

“Look around, Val, no one can see us. We can’t even see Skip or Rhea. Just each other. Plus I’m sure they detoured back inside.”

Laughing, I realize she’s right. It’s just us in the storm. I rip my clothes off as well and sling them to the side of the pool.

Swimming to her, Laura pulls me close, her wet hair sticking to her face, and kisses me. It’s a kiss filled with promise,with forgiveness, and with love. Her legs wrap around my waist as our kiss deepens and I swim us to the edge of the pool.

It’s easy to slip inside her. She’s already wet.

The rain is pouring harder and even if a person was next to us, they would never see what we are doing. The heavy drops smack the water and drown out Laura’s moan as I thrust my hips upwards. Her breasts are buoyant in the water and I love the way they bounce as I fuck her harder and harder. Laura clings to my shoulders, her nails scraping down my arms as her pussy clenches around my cock. When she comes, she buries her head into my neck, kissing me behind my ear as she shudders.

But I’m not done, I need more. I swim us to the pool steps where I turn her around and place her on her knees.

“Hold on tight, juicy,” I tell her as I smack her ass. Not sure if she can actually hear me, I don’t wait for an answer as I push back inside. “Fuck, I adore us Laura. Now hold on to the edge of this pool and let me ruin this pussy from behind.” Her pussy is still quivering and it doesn’t take long for me to drag out a second orgasm as I fuck her hard.

Grabbing her waist, I pull her up to me, her back to my chest. Plucking her nipples I feel my balls start to squeeze. I’m not going to last much longer and I know I can get one more orgasm from Laura before I come. With my right hand twisting her nipple, I use my left hand to graze her clit, my thumb circling before I apply pressure. It’s just enough to have her screaming my name.

“Oh fuck, Val. Val,fuck….” She drags the word out.

I roar with my own release. It’s been too long since I’ve fucked her this hard and I needed this display of possession, of ownership.

My left hand leaves her clit to rest on her throat. I slightly squeeze, feeling her pulse beating in harmony with my own.The rain pelts down on us, my cock still seated deep inside Laura as I pull her mouth to my own. We kiss and only stop when my aching cock is finally soft and slides out of its favorite resting spot.

Lifting Laura into the air, I ask, “Are you ready?”

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