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Trini's fingernails bit into Billy's biceps. A long strand of wet hair shielded half of her face, leaving only one dark, almond-shaped eye looking back at him. Billy was a bit startled to realize his hands were calmly but methodically running up and down her bare arms.
"Are you cold?" Billy finally asked.
"No, it's a warm rain," Trini answered him with a smile. "We should probably go in though."
The gentle but steady downpour had thoroughly wet them both to the skin. "Yes, we probably should," Billy agreed.
"I have really missed you, Billy," Trini murmured. "I can't even express how much I have missed you."
"It couldn't be any more than I've missed you, Trini," Billy told her. He gently traced the side of her face with his hand, delicately brushing his thumb over her lips. Then, he slowly guided her head toward his as he leaned down to meet her. He parted his lips and brushed them against hers. Trini placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled him down for a desperate kiss. Their tongues danced together in the warm cavern of Trini's mouth, before Billy pulled away, but only far enough to plant tiny kisses along her salty skin. He started at the corner of her mouth and worked down to her jawline.
"Have you ever made love in the rain?" Trini asked, pulling his gaze back up to her eyes.
"N-no," Billy stammered. "I haven't made love anywhere."
"Me neither," Trini promised him, smiling warmly. "Would you like to?"
"Yes," Billy said softly. "Very much so."
Trini brushed her damp curtain of hair out of the way as Billy trailed his mouth down her neck. He parted his lips and pressed them against her skin, extending his tongue and tasting her, a pleasing mix of salt and rainwater.
She slowly pushed him backwards until they bumped into the picnic table. Trini grabbed at Billy's waist, pulling his tank top free from his khaki shorts, as he lifted her up and sat her on the table. She scooted backwards, removing his tank top in the process. He crawled up onto the table and knelt beside her. She ran her hands across his wet, gleaming chest, briefly brushing her fingertips against his nipples.
"Mmm," Billy moaned, closing his eyes as Trini's hands danced across the muscular ridges and contours of his pectorals.
Billy moved over Trini, supporting himself above her with his knees on either side of her thighs and his hands planted on the table above her shoulders. He bent down to her and kissed her gently on the forehead. He began a slow trek down her face, sloping down with her neck until he came to the juncture of her neck and chest. She sat up slightly, and it took him a few moments to realize she was allowing him to remove her clothing. Once he realized her intentions, it took little effort to follow through. He lifted her pale yellow blouse up, exposing her smooth, flat abdomen. She assisted him in removing her blouse, dropping the soaked garment to the ground. Before lying back down, she unhooked her bra.
Billy bent back down to her, pulling one strap to the side and kissing the flesh previously hidden beneath it. He pulled her bra away, sliding it down her arms, seeing her hidden beauty for the first time. With quivering, virgin hands, Billy reached out to touch her breasts. Trini gave him a gentle moan of encouragement as soon as he touched her soft flesh. Using his thumb, he delicately traced circles around her left areola, while he lowered his mouth to her right breast. He slowly closed his mouth around her nipple, pursing his lips around the taut nub. He flicked his tongue across her hardened tip in perfect time with his circling finger on her other.
He hated to abandon her chest; he was delighted with her rewarding moans. However, he still had much to explore. Inching down her body, he nuzzled his cheek against the expanse of her stomach. He would have been perfectly content to just touch her skin. But he wanted to explore; he wanted to learn as much about Trini as he could. He straddled her thighs and smoothed his hands down from her stomach and onto her zipper, traveling with the smooth lines of her body.
He felt the warmth emanating from Trini as he delicately unbuttoned her brown shorts. She lifted her buttocks from the table as he slid her shorts down her thighs. Tugging at the wet material, he pulled her panties off as well. Maneuvering himself out of the way, he slid the clothing clear of her legs and dropped them at the foot of the picnic table. Kneeling before her, he gazed up the length of her lithe, nude form.
Billy bent forward, letting his hands dance across the curve of her hips. The rain gave her golden skin a wonderful gleam, and he stretched out his tongue to taste a shining raindrop on her thigh. Using tiny, cat-like flicks of his tongue, he slowly licked his way up.
He suddenly found himself at the juncture of her legs; butterflies fluttered in his stomach when he realized he had no idea what to do. However, Trini was the exemplar of understanding. He decided that provided he didn't do anything that seemed unpleasant, he probably couldn't do anything TOO wrong. He reached out for his first touch of her womanhood. With the tips of his fingers, Billy spread her slightly swollen, warm outer lips, encountering pink within.
With the point of his tongue, Billy tenderly licked at her numerous folds of flesh. Her moan excited him, and he decided he must have done something right. As he returned his tongue to her hot wetness, he realized she had a very distinctive taste: somewhat salty, tart, very bold.... As he ran the broadside of his tongue across the glistening crevices, folds and ridges of her labia, he realized the analogy of a flower he had been presented with all throughout the puberty discussions in school could not be more inaccurate. He had no idea what to refer it to as a frame of reference, and as he sought out her clitoris with his tongue, he decided there was no frame of reference. It was a sight, sensation, and experience that could not be put in words.
Trini began to sigh heavily, forcing all of the air out of her lungs with each heavy pant. The beginnings of her orgasm were creeping up on her; Billy's tongue was continually lifting her higher and higher. He heard her cry out as his tongue suddenly abandoned her clitoris and delved deep within her. He felt her hand tangle up in his hair and he was pressed deeper within her. With a loud, heavy cry, Trini came. Her thighs trapped Billy between her legs. He struggled to hold onto her as her orgasm flowed through her.
Finally, Trini's body relaxed. However, it was with trembling hands that she unbuttoned his shorts. She snaked her hand inside his jockeys, quickly finding and grasping his burning erection. He groaned. Still keeping one hand on his manhood, she slid his shorts down his hips. Trini straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she kissed him, hard and deep.
"I love you, Billy," she murmured. "Just be gentle, okay?"
_Virgin,_ Billy said to himself.
"Trini, I didn't even think about this," Billy sighed as he kissed her again. "Are you sure you still want to?"
"Yes," she said, placing a hand around his erection and tilting her hips forward. "Billy, I want my first time to be with you."
"Me too," he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers. "Let me know...."
"It's not going to be that bad," she assured him, smiling. She rocked her hips, sheathing the head of his organ between her netherlips. Trini thrust her pelvis forward, taking more of him inside. Billy grunted sharply; he had never felt anything so amazing or awe-inspiring. Trini's fingernails dug into the hard muscles of his chest as he began to gently thrust into her. However, he was no more than halfway in when he came across his first, and hopefully only, obstacle.
"What do I do?" he asked, trailing his fingertips along her biceps.
Trini kissed him quickly, noisily and repeatedly as she pressed herself forward. Billy closed his eyes as he continued to kiss her hungrily, wanting to take her mind off of any pain, or better yet, experience her pain so she didn't have to. However, he was so consumed with concern for her, he was only vaguely aware of the fact that his entire penis was firmly sheathed within her.
"You're in," she murmured to him.
"Are you okay?" Billy asked.
"I'm wonderful," Trini murmured. She slowly pushed him down into a lying position, sitting perpendicular to his hips. Planting her hands against his chest, she slowly began to rock. Billy's hands started at the outside of her thighs and slid up her body, eventually reaching her breasts. As he massaged, manipulated and tweaked her flesh, he continued to thrust up into her as she rocked on him. Trini tilted her head back, her wet hair trailing down her back as she felt a new warmth growing within her. Billy was reaching places in her that had never been touched by any one, any thing, or any emotion.
Billy groaned at the sight of his lover above him. She looked absolutely radiant, and he couldn't even begin to fathom what the look on his own face might have been. Her whimpers of delight suddenly turned into a shout of pleasure as her second orgasm hit. He groaned as well as he felt the minute changes in her organ. With a rush of erotic fire and an animalistic bellow, he thrust into her one final time and filled her with his warm semen.
Trini rolled forward and rested against his chest, his semi-erect penis still within her.
"I love you, Billy," she affirmed solemnly, kissing him.
"I love you, too," he said. "Please don't leave me again. I can't take it."
"Never," she promised him, resting her head against his shoulder. The rain suddenly slowed to a halt, and with astonishing speed, the clouds cleared the sky and the sun peeked through. "Come on, get up," she said, sitting up on him. "We gotta get dressed before everybody else comes over."
"Can we tell them about us?" Billy asked as she climbed off of the picnic table.
"We should probably have something really big to say," Trini told him. "Obviously, marriage is too big, just yet. How about...."
"An engagement?" Billy asked.
"Billy, that's practically the same thing as marriage," Trini tittered.
"Well," he asked, dropping to one knee before her. "Will you marry me? I've dreamed of us being married ever since we were in ninth grade...."
Trini smiled at the sight of her lover, boyfriend, and best friend proposing to her, buck-naked.
"Yes," she sighed, urging him back to his feet. He wrapped his arms around her and shouted an ecstatic whoop as he spun her around. However, rather than set her down on her feet, he carried her down to the grass.
"Billy?" she asked. "But, the others...."
"We've got time," he murmured before silencing her with a kiss.