by Gwendolyn J. Bean
...“Solene, please…” begged Zee. “Let me help you.”
But Solene sat steadfast, look up at the sky and pursing her lips hard to keep from crying. “I can’t,” was all she managed to say. Zee sat down beside her, and together they sat staring up at the sky.
They sat in silence for a long time, while Zee thought about what to say. Eventually, she just started talking.
“I know I can’t feel the rain like you. I want to. I’ve been trying so hard, and I just can’t. But Sol, I can feel you and I know when you’re not ok. When I close my eyes, and I put my hands on your stomach, I can feel things and I know you are shrinking away. I think I’m supposed to be here because … I can help you.”
Solene started to cry, tears slowly falling and then streaming down. All of the worry that she had been carrying turned to tears. She looked over at Zee.
“I don’t know how to do this,” she said softly.
Zee pulled her in close, feeling heat, a fever, radiating from her. Solene cried in her arms, big heaving sobs, until there was nothing left inside. Empty, but finally calm. Zee leaned back against a rock, holding Solene as close as she could. They fell asleep like this, with Solene wrapped in Zee’s arms.
Solene woke the next morning with Zee hovering above her, one hand on Solene’s arm, the other moving over her stomach. Solene took a deep breath, feeling the weight of Zee’s hand exploring her organs. She smiled. It felt comforting, being taken care of like this. Zee’s hand roamed over her body, down each leg and each arm, lingering on her stomach, running circles around each breast, until Solene felt every inch of her skin tingle. Solene moved Zee’s hands back to her breasts and took another deep breath, her nipples hardening under Zee’s palm. Zee kneaded her breasts gently and then rubbed lightly over her nipples, running her fingers around, barely touching the skin. Solene shivered.
“What do you feel?” asked Zee coyly.
Solene’s own hand slid down to her clit. “I feel it here, all of it, every time you touch me, I feel it like a pulse, deep and calm.”
Zee rolled Solene’s nipple between her fingers and Solene groaned.
“I feel the pulse too,” Zee said. But then she sat back and said, “Breakfast. Now that you are finally awake, you need breakfast.”
Zee got up and started boiling water, cooking oatmeal. Solene watched her cook, still rubbing her clit slowly, casually. When it was ready, Zee sprinkled the tiny bit of remaining honey on top, and brought it over. Reluctantly, Solene stopped touching herself and sat up to eat, suddenly realizing she was famished. When was the last time she ate?
The food was delicious, warming her from the inside.
Solene took a deep breathe, and suddenly she could feel it. She could feel the coming storm like water in her veins.
That night, just before dark, a raindrop hit the dry dusty ground. Solene jumped up from her spot at the fire, and wandered in circles staring up at the sky. She took a deep breath and filled her lungs with the sweet mossy smell of rain.
Soon the rain started falling harder. The raindrops melted together on Solene’s skin, pooling and streaming down. She felt giddy. The ping of each drop reverberated inside her, thrumming all the way down to her already tingling clit, winding through her body to reach her toes, warm and alive. Zee stood back and watched, relieved that the rain had finally come, disappointed she couldn’t feel it, and enraptured, watching her friend dance with the rain.
The flow of water on Solene’s skin was like a finger running lightly down, sending shivers through her body. She ached to feel it everywhere. She peeled off her shirt. A drop hit her nipple. She watched, holding her breath, as another raindrop rolled down her breast and joined it, and then fell to the ground. Solene traced the journey, shuddering as her nail lightly snaked down her breast, and then circled her nipple. The skin puckered and hardened at her own touch.
She laughed when she noticed Zee watching. She must look crazy. But she kept going, pulling down her pants and tossing them to the side, and then tugging off her underwear, letting the water slide down to her sensitive bits. She was already vibrating from the drum of the rain inside her, but now, a raindrop rolled down her stomach, winding through the soft wet patch of hair. She could feel the cold drop roll over her clit and slide between her lips. She groaned.
The rain started getting harder, pelting her skin now, hurting in a delicious way, bouncing off her skin. Each drop sent waves crashing through her body, reverberating off bone, a hundred thousand bolts arriving at her clit, until she could no longer hold herself up.
She sank down on the wet, muddy grass at the edge of the falls, oblivious to the mess, feeling only the soft cushion beneath her.
Zee crouched down, watching intently as Solene twisted and turned under the rain.
The rain was coming down hard now, making her cry out, each drop leaving a red welt on her skin. She arched her back up to press her hips against the rain, but the water moved with her, taking the shape of her body.
Slowly, anticipating the pain, Solene spread her legs, focusing all of her attention on her center. The rain pelted her mound. She opened herself wider, using her fingers to spread her lips. She cried out as the rain hit the delicate skin. She twisted away from the pain before arching her hips up for more. Again and again, the drops stung and then soothed as the water rolled over her.
A drop slammed down onto her clit, and she bucked her hips, pulling back. A warm heat spread through her body and she tensed.
Another drop, and then another landed on that same spot. Too much. Sending her over the edge, the excruciating, stinging pain spreading through her whole body, and finally, as the wave crashed through her, she exploded in a cold, wet, muddy orgasm.
She lay in the wet grass, breathing heavily, slowly coming down from the high and realizing how uncomfortable she was, realizing Zee was still watching her. She smiled at her friend sheepishly and grabbed her clothes from the pile beside her. The clothes were soaked. Solene shivered and sighed. She thought about the past week and shook her head. How could she have doubted so much?
She walked over to Zee and, taking her hand, walked naked back to the campsite. Tomorrow they would go home, but tonight they were supposed to be here, and she wanted to finally relax and enjoy their last night, camping in the rain.
THE END
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