"Fireflies and Thunderstorms"

nolan

5/99

Copyright 1999 by nolan. All rights reserved. No copying, reprinting, or
distribution authorized without prior written approval.


Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling...


I’m not the type of person that gets any meaning out of song lyrics. Unlike some people, I don’t pay much attention to the "message" within a song. I see music simply -- as a pleasant distraction. If I like the tune or the singer’s voice, that’s all I need to enjoy it. But sometimes, a line persists in my mind.


Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling...


That line has stuck with me. It’s a little embarrassing to admit because it’s from one of those songs on the "top 40" station. But nonetheless, for some reason I find it poetic. To most people, it’s probably sappy. I realize that. But I think it has had an effect on me because it reminds me of an experience I had a few summers ago...

Jeff and I had just finished our freshman year at college. We met at school, but still lived with our parents during the summer. He lived about 2 hours away, but we tried to see each other every other weekend. God, I remember that summer. We had grown quite close and serious during the school year and it was hard being apart. Jeff was my first serious relationship and the first guy I had ever slept with. I think that’s what made it so intense. I had given myself to him. He was a guy that made me feel completely secure and safe. I trusted him and fell in love with him because of his gentle, caring nature. In addition, Jeff was intelligent with a dry sense of humor that I just loved. I wouldn’t have described him as ruggedly handsome, but he had a boyish charm that I found irresistible.

Getting by on occasional weekend visits was difficult. We ran up some pretty high phone bills in the meantime, but always looked forward to seeing each other. I had heard the phrase ‘absence makes the heart grow stronger’. That summer proved it to me. I realized how much he meant to me. In addition, it felt like absence made my lust for him grow stronger. He felt the same way. On those lucky Friday nights when one of us would make the drive, we could barely keep our hands off of each other. And until the sad good-byes on Sunday evening, the sparks of our physical attraction smoldered into raging fires.

However, as I mentioned, we both lived at home with our parents that summer. My parents and his were comfortable with our relationship and with the two of us spending a few weekends at each other’s house. But at the same time, they weren’t exactly gung-ho about us sharing a bedroom or anything. When he came to my house, he got the sofa. When I went to his, I slept in what used to be his older sister’s room. So needless to say, our situation called for a little imagination and creativity on our part. We couldn’t exactly satisfy our sexual thirsts anyplace, anywhere.

We grew quite adept at getting by on less sleep than the rest of our families on those weekends. Often, it was a matter of sheer willpower. We would stay awake until 1:00 or 2:00 a.m. to be sure that his or my parents were sound asleep before we would try anything. Then, if we were feeling especially daring we would do it in the house. There were several times when he made love to me while I bent over the ottoman in his living room. Other times, we would simply put down a blanket and do it on the floor. There were more than a few times when I could have sworn that I heard someone out in the kitchen or some other part of the house. He always reassured me it was nothing. I think it had something to do with the judgement of the male mind when the male penis is aroused that always made him a little daring, or at least careless.

Sometimes we would sneak out of the house, especially when I was visiting him. He lived in a somewhat rural area, so we didn’t have to worry about being caught by any neighbors. And his parents lived on a few acres of land, so we had plenty space to choose from. Our favorite spot was underneath one of those weeping willow trees. His parents had one out behind their house. Something about the perfect way the ground sloped away from the base of the trunk and the way the roots cradled us made it a particularly comfortable spot. On those times that we forgot to take out a blanket, I ended up with grass stains on my back.

The other alternative at our disposable was the old standby -- our cars. I know that a car is a high school girl cliché, but some of the best sex I’ve ever had was in an automobile. There were times when I just told him to drive. Then I would lean over and lay my head onto his lap. While he sped down the highway, I would suck his dick. Something about that made me feel like such a slut, which made it exciting. I don’t know how he managed to avoid an accident a few of those times when orgasm ripped through him. He would just scream out and moan and place his hand on the back of my head. Even though he had tinted windows in his car, he swore a couple of times guys on motorcycles slowed down to stare inside.

Not that our little drives were just about pleasuring him. Even now when I see an old red Dodge Daytona I get a little bit of a tingling between my thighs. I would recline my seat back a little and lay back while he let his hand explore me. I would wear one of those light summer dresses he loved those times when I wanted him to finger me. I would melt into his hand as he worked it up under my skirt and along my inner thigh. Then he would pull my panties aside so he could get a couple of fingers inside. He knew just how to massage me. I even had trouble pleasing myself better than he could with his hand. Slowly, he would build a steady rhythm around my sensitive clit. I let my hands roam across my breasts, squeezing my nipples through my bra. With one hand on the wheel and one hand on my pussy, he would drive me insane. He knew just when to speed up or slow down and when to press harder or stroke gently. When I would cum, I would dig my fingernails into the door handle and the side of my seat.

On one night in particular, we weren’t having much luck with the willpower route. We needed each other badly and couldn’t wait. Instead, we told his parents we were going to this state park that was near his house. We’d driven there a couple of times before and parked down on the boat ramp. It was always dark down there and he would lay me back in my seat before climbing over onto my side and fucking me. It was a tight squeeze in the front seat, but his backseat was nearly non-existent. Either way, I always found it exhilarating.

But that night we didn’t stay in the car. Instead he said he wanted to show me where he and his family used to go on picnics. So after parking in one of the parking lots and grabbing a blanket, we walked into a lightly wooded area that was near the lake. He remembered sitting on the picnic tables as a young teenager and looking through his binoculars at the girls in bikinis that would pass on the speedboats. The area was secluded enough and far enough away from the parking lot that we were certain nobody was going to know we were out there. In addition, it looked like it was going to rain so we doubted that anyone else would be going for a walk in the park. I took in a deep breath and enjoyed the scent of the air right before a rainfall.

Pure lust drove our actions that night. Once we settled into a spot and spread out the blanket, our hands were all over each other. I needed him badly and I pressed myself to him as we kissed. He had an incredible tongue that I could not get enough of. I loved sucking it into my mouth. As our kisses grew more passionate, my legs grew weak with anticipation. He cupped my ass in his hands as he pulled me to him. I could feel his erection growing in his pants as he pressed into my thigh.

I was aroused to the point that I was growing impatient that he hadn’t begun to undress me. I turned around so that he could reach the zipper in the back of my dress. As he began lowering the zipper and pulling my dress off, I forced my ass back into him so that I could feel him wanting me. After he pulled my dress off, he reached around to take my breasts into his hands. He felt incredible. My nipples were straining against the thin material of my bra. He then worked his hands up and down my sides and across my stomach as he pressed into me from behind.

My arousal was growing, so I reached in front to unfasten the clasp of my bra. After I slid it off my arms, I turned again to face him. As our lips met for another kiss, I could see some lightening in the distance. The illumination of the sky and the subtle reflection of light off the lake was exhilarating. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed and he played with my breasts. As he squeezed my nipples I felt them stiffen and a tingling wave shot down to my pussy.

I needed him. I needed everything about him. I wanted to taste him and to feel him. I tugged at his shirt until he pulled it over his head. I kissed his masculine chest. I began to tear at the button of his shorts. As he helped me with it, I slowly stroked his hardness. I squeezed it firmly and loved the way he groaned for me. Once his shorts were to the ground, I pulled off his underwear so that I could see his erection. Again, a flash of lightening streaked in the distance and lit up the night sky. I could see his swollen member waiting for me. This time, the lightening was followed by a slow rumble of thunder. It felt like the vibration went through me.

I could feel myself soaking my black, silk panties. As he stood before me nude, I slowly kissed my way down across his chest before kneeling on the ground in front of him. I felt the cool ground and grass on my knees. I kissed his upper thighs and around him without actually touching his penis. I felt it brush against the side of my face as he tried to push himself toward me. I gave into his desires and first took his balls into my hand and placed a small kiss on each one. I took his prick into my hand and held it to the side so that I could suck in his jewels. I felt his entire body shudder as he let out a moan.

He then took his dick into his hand and brought it down toward my mouth. I felt a bit of his pre cum trail across my cheek. He positioned the head at my waiting lips and I opened them to take him inside. As I began to suck on him, he placed his hands behind my head and ran them through my hair. More rumblings of thunder mixed with the light slurping sound of my mouth. I took his swollen head and about three inches of his shaft into my mouth as my hand wrapped around the stiff base. I pumped him into my mouth. His groans grew louder as he began to thrust into me. His salty pre cum began to fill my mouth.

After a few more minutes I could tell that I was pushing him over the edge. I stopped because I needed his stiff cock inside of me and I didn’t want him to cum yet. I stood up and whispered in his ear.

"I need to feel you make love to me."

He took my hand and led me over to one of the picnic tables. He then turned me around and pushed my back so that I would lean over for him. I braced my hands on the rough, wooden surface as I waited for him to enter me. My pussy was screaming for attention by the time I felt him behind me, placing his hands on my hips. I tried to force myself back onto him but he pulled away.

"How bad do you want it?" he asked.

"Oh, please let me feel you."

"I want to hear you beg."

"Please Jeff. Please give it to me," I moaned.

"You want to feel my cock inside of you?"

"Yes, give it to me. I’m begging."

Just as he gave into my wishes a giant streak of lightening crossed the sky. Now the storm was closer and a loud crack of thunder followed just as he entered me. As he began to push into me and stretch me open I thrust back to take all of him. My whole body was trembling as he filled me. His hands firmly squeezed my ass as he fucked me. Being bent over that old wooden picnic table felt like I was some sort of whore in the park. I loved it. I felt a few drops of rain hit my back.

"Let’s go over to the blanket," I whispered.

He gave me a couple more hard, full thrusts before pulling out of me. When we got to the blanket, I told him to lay down. I could hear the drops of rain hitting the canopy of leaves above us. It added a surreal tapping or beat to our lovemaking. As he lie on his back, I knelt beside him and took his cock into my hand. I loved the feeling of his hardness as I pumped him up and down. He then placed his hand on my leg and tried to pull me on top of him. This time, it was my turn to tease.

"Do you want me on top?" I asked.

"Yes."

"You want to see me riding you?"

He moaned in response.

"Let me hear you beg," I said.

Turning the tables on him felt exciting. I loved the power that I held over him.

"God, Carrie. Please," he gasped.

I climbed on top of him and straddled his waist, but I didn’t lower myself onto him. Instead, I hovered over him. I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to force himself into me. I lowered my dripping pussy until it slid across his cock. Then, I lifted up and avoided him.

"Damn it. I need to feel you," he begged. "Please."

I threw my head back in ecstasy, loving his desire for me. I could now feel a steady fall of rain on my face. Then, I was startled as he grabbed my hips and forced himself into me. He began to thrust up into me very fast and hard. I loved the feeling of his stiff dick forcing up inside of me. I placed my hands on his chest as I enjoyed the sensation of him fucking me. Every time the lightening struck, a flash of light illuminated his body below me. The cold rain was a stark contrast to the heat between my legs.

As more rain fell our hair began to get wet and stick to our faces. Below me I could see the water running off of Jeff’s chest and face. The tiny droplets of water were like tiny mirrors reflecting the sporadic flashes of lightening. As the rain grew more intense, so did the sound of the water falling through the trees above us and into the lake nearby. The loud, cracking thunder was only outdone by our groans and screams of passion. It felt like the electricity of the storm was flowing throughout my body.

He placed his hands up on my breasts and pinched my nipples. God, his hard cock in my pussy felt incredible. I was pulling myself almost off of him before slamming back down. I began to thrust up and down on him with increased intensity and speed. I wanted him to cum for me. I could tell he was getting close because he was gripping my legs hard with his hands and his face was twisted in arousal.

Finally, he let out a loud groan and forced himself all the way into me. For several seconds he held himself deep inside as his gasps for air and passionate screams filled the air. He then finished cumming by thrusting in and out of me a few more times. He stayed hard a while longer before pulling out of me. I noticed that the rain had stopped. As quickly as it had intensified, it subsided. It was now eerily quiet.

Jeff lifted me up off of him and turned me so that I was laying on my back.

"That was incredible," he whispered in my ear. "You made me feel so good."

He then kissed me passionately, again letting me taste his tongue. His hands massaged my breasts as he worked his mouth down to my neck. There, he nibbled and sucked. My pussy still was very swollen and aroused and I rubbed my mound up against his leg as he kissed me. A tingling sensation danced through my body when he finally took one of my nipples in his mouth. I pulled his head tighter to me. I was a little cold from the rain and his hot, wet mouth felt amazing.

He placed his hand on my pussy as he continued to lower his kisses. As always, his manual stimulation of my aroused clit was delicious. It made me want him even more. I wanted to feel his tongue on me.

"Oh Jeff please don’t stop," I begged.

He glanced up into my eyes before letting his tongue trail down onto my waiting pussy. My thighs trembled when he first tasted me. Slowly, he ran his tongue up the full length of my slit. I ran my fingers through his wet hair as he continued to eat me. He then concentrated on my clit with his tongue. As he circled me, I began to buck my hips against his mouth. Currents of arousal ripped through me. Firmly, yet gently at the same time, he licked my hot pussy. As he licked me, he thrust his fingers inside me.

I finally let myself go and my eyes rolled back into my head as I began to cum. I gripped his head tightly in both of my hands as my body shook. I moaned in passion as the intense waves of orgasm splashed through my body. My hips left the damp blanket as I pushed myself onto his tongue. After several moments, my body and breathing slowed and I opened my eyes.

Above me, through the trees I noticed that a beautiful full moon had emerged from the storm clouds. And all around I could see the fireflies coming back out after the rain. The combined vision was almost dreamlike. He whispered he loved me in my ear as he came up to lay beside me.


Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling...