Chapter 1 — The Night of Rain, Wind, and Desire — Part 1

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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It was a night that would become one of the most unforgettable memories of my life.

It all started a few weeks ago, when Jenny Park and I went on our first date.

Jenny Park wasn't a model, but she was the kind of cute that lingered—long black hair framing a delicate face, her eyes shaped like crescent moons. I wasn't anything special either—average height, unremarkable looks. That someone as lovely as her would go on a date with me felt like pure luck.

We were both English majors, living in the same dormitory. It was natural for us to run into each other on the way to class, and soon we began walking together along the campus paths, step by step.

I didn't wait long before asking her out.

After class, I returned to the dormitory. My roommate was already getting ready to head out. I took a quick shower in the shared bathroom, changed clothes, threw on a jacket, and waited in front of her dormitory room.

When she finally appeared, freshly dressed and radiant, we headed to a nearby food court for a light meal. That's when the rain began to fall.

It didn't matter—my friend had a car, and even though the campus shuttle had stopped running, we'd be fine.

But as the rain grew heavier, Jenny Park suggested we go somewhere else. After dinner, we made our way to the parking lot.

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We drank coffee, then wine, then moved to a bar, sharing personal stories, growing closer with every word.

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By the time the alcohol had taken hold, the world felt softer, warmer. I glanced away for a moment, and when I turned back, Jenny Park was staring at me—intently, as if trying to see straight through my face.

I met her gaze. Her eyes were clear, searching, as if asking me to understand something unspoken.

Was she waiting for me to make a move?

I leaned in slightly. Was this what she wanted? With so many people around, was it okay?

Our faces drew closer—until our lips brushed, just lightly.

Suddenly, the noise of the bar—the chatter, the music—faded into silence.

Her tongue parted my lips, slipping into my mouth with a hunger that felt like it wanted to swallow me whole.

Of course, I responded. Our tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths, tasting, craving.

When we finally stepped out of the bar, I had no idea how much time had passed.

I leaned close to her ear, breathing softly, "I love you, Jenny Park… You're beautiful."

She smiled shyly, and I couldn't help but smile to myself.

She glanced around, then leaned in to my ear. What was she about to say?

I held my breath, waiting.

"I… like you too."

Wow. Hearing her say that—really say it—was something entirely new. I didn't know what to say back.

"Great. Since we've just confirmed our feelings, how about one more drink?"

"No. That's enough. Let's go. It's too loud here."

I felt a pang of disappointment. Was that it? Was our date really ending like this?

But I followed her anyway. It wasn't that late—she wouldn't be heading back to the dormitory yet.

After paying, we stopped by the restroom, but it was packed, dirty, and smelled awful.

Outside, the rain had grown heavier, the temperature plummeting.

By the time we got into the car, we were soaked, shivering. There went the mood.

I drove away from the school, toward a quieter, more secluded area. I cranked the heater to maximum, and slowly, warmth began to fill the car.

The sound of rain drumming on the roof, the trees swaying in the wind—it all added a strange, intimate charm to the moment, just the two of us in this trembling car.

I adjusted the heater, then moved to the back seat.

There was plenty of space back here—enough room to stretch out, even a small fridge tucked in the corner.

"Got anything to drink?" she asked, pointing at the fridge.

"Of course. Want a beer?"

"Yeah."

I pulled out two bottles and some peanuts. She immediately brightened, climbing onto my lap, wrapping one arm around my shoulder, and taking a bottle from me.

I popped in a CD my friend had left behind—soft, sultry music filled the car.

"Pfft… that line's so cheesy," I chuckled.

She giggled along, mimicking the voice.

The dialogue was awkward, overly dramatic. I took a swig from my bottle to hide my nervous laugh.

My face felt hot. Then I noticed—she had both arms around my neck, staring at me, unblinking.

She didn't say a word, but I knew exactly what she wanted.

I leaned in, and our lips met again.

I flinched. I couldn't believe it—she took my hand and guided it to her breast.

Even through her shirt and bra, I could feel the hard nub of her nipple pressing against my palm.

My cock strained against my pants, just as her nipples stood erect beneath her clothes.

"Do you like my nipples?"

I couldn't believe she'd say something so bold. We'd only known each other a few weeks—yet here she was, giving me this incredible gift.

Her breasts weren't large, but on her slender frame, they were perfectly full. Maybe even too perfect.

"Yeah… they're soft."

I was surprised by the texture—soft, almost rubbery, not at all like the firm muscle I'd imagined.

(Truth was, I'd never touched a woman's breasts before.)

"Want to see them? Huh?"

I'd been lost in the sensation, but now I was startled again.

"…"

Of course I wanted to. The answer was obvious.

She adjusted her position on my lap, folding her legs neatly beneath her. Then she turned fully toward me, lifting one leg high over my shoulder—until she was straddling me, face to face.

Now her legs wrapped around my waist. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

Then, one hand behind her back, she unhooked her bra and slowly peeled it off.

Two small, pink nipples stared right at me.

Like a man's cock when aroused, they stood stiff and proud—daring me.

Without thinking, I reached out and touched one.

"Keep going."

I cupped one breast in each hand, gently rubbing the nipples with my fingertips.

They danced between my fingers, growing harder with every stroke.

"Mmm… good… mmm…"

She smiled at me, eyes half-lidded.

We stayed like that for a few minutes.

"Can you do better?"

"Uh… y-yeah…"

Why was I stammering? I thought I was doing fine. What more did she want? Honestly, I had no idea.

Apparently unsatisfied with my fingers, she leaned her upper body back slightly.

Then she took my head in both hands and pulled it toward her chest—pressing my mouth against her swollen breast.

"Now suck."

She tilted her head back and moaned.

I kept her nipple in my mouth, experimenting—sucking gently, then harder, flicking it with my tongue.

We stayed like that for a while. Without a word, she shifted her body, pressing her other breast to my lips, urging me to switch.

A soft, breathy sound—somewhere between a moan, a sigh, and a whimper—escaped her throat.

Still, her legs remained locked around my waist.

After a few minutes of this, she suddenly lifted her lower body slightly and pressed herself against my chest.

She didn't give me time to react.

"What are you waiting for?"

I was stunned. Then she grabbed my hand and guided it between her legs.

Did she want me to touch her there—over her pants? I couldn't believe it. I wasn't even sure.

Carefully, I cupped her mound through the denim, rubbing her slit with my fingers.

I traced lines along her zipper, down to the curve of her ass, over and over.

"Press harder. Don't stop."

Now I used two fingers, pressing firmly against the spot I thought was her center. Outside, the wind howled, the car swaying slightly, while inside, my fingers moved up and down the length of her folds.

"Mmm… so good…"

Another moan slipped from her lips.

I'd touched myself before, imagined moments like this—but nothing compared to the real thing. Nothing had ever turned me on this much.

My cock throbbed, desperate to break free from my pants. If I didn't stop, I'd come right here. I could come in my pants—no big deal—but what if she found out? No. I had to hold back. For her.

"Want to see it?"

She panted, breathless.

"Y-yeah… yes…"

I was so lucky.

"Then take off my pants."

I unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her jeans, and slowly pulled the zipper down. Then I grabbed the waistband and tugged.

As I pulled, I accidentally caught her underwear—her panties came down with the jeans.

They got stuck around her thighs. She lifted her hips slightly, kicked off her shoes, and slid both pants and panties off completely.

For the first time in my life, I stared at a woman's bare center.

Shiny, trimmed pubic hair—my breath caught in my throat.

She smiled at me, watching quietly, as if she knew exactly what I should do next.

"Mine too?"

I stammered.

"Yeah."

One simple word. A small, knowing smile.

I quickly stripped off my shirt, then my shoes and pants.

It was awkward with her sitting on my lap, but I managed.

Even though she was completely naked in front of me, I felt strangely shy undressing in front of her.

The moment I pulled off my underwear, my cock sprang free—no longer restrained.

"Wow."

It wasn't huge, but was it enough to impress her? To make her react like that?

But seeing her surprised expression, I couldn't help but feel proud.

I stared at Jenny Park's naked body, mesmerized. She studied mine in return. I could barely believe this was happening.

Then, seeing me hesitate, she took my hand and pulled it back between her legs.

She guided my palm to cover her sex. I took a breath, then gently rubbed her outer lips with my fingers. They were already wet.

"Mmm."

Encouraged by her soft sound, I began to caress her more deliberately, as gently as I could.

"Wait."

"Huh? Does it hurt?"

"No… just a sec."

She reached for her clothes and started putting them back on.

What did I do wrong?