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The quarry is filled with laughter. In the light of the bonfire I can see people laughing and dancing. The sounds of their drunken joy echo up into the warm summer night. IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m too far away from the fire to feel itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s heat, but even if it wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t warm it still wouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t matter. The sharp scent of the smoke mixed with the scent of her hair draws my attention back to her.

SheÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s lying in the sand with me, curled up against me. She watches the fire with an absentminded smile. I admire her quietly, wondering how I got so lucky. As my hands softly rub my back I can feel the bathing suit sheÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s still wearing under her t-shirt, which seems to be three sizes too large for her. The wind gently tugged at it, but she doesnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t mind. Just like me, all she wants to do is lie there. For the moment anyway.

We lie like this forÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ I donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t know how long, I lose track of time as I stare at the fire and enjoy her warmth. Suddenly the pressure on my chest disappears, and I glance to see her standing up, brushing the sand off her back and sides. She says sheÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s tired, that she wants to go back to the campsite. I open my mouth to ask her if she wants me to walk her back, but she nods before the words leave my mouth, smiling softly.

As we walk down the road her hand seems to find mine automatically. Our fingers entwine, and even though we only have to walk two miles I feel like I could go on to the end of the world with her. The wind is blowing faster now, shaking up the pine trees that dot the hillside. As I look up I can see thick clouds sliding across the sky, blocking out the moon and the stars. I can almost feel the pressure dropping. We have no choice but to keep walking.

Sure enough, it only takes a summer storm fifteen minutes to catch up with us. It announces itself with a thundering roar that echoes off the hills, making it seem like the heavens themselves are being torn open. Then itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s only a few moments before the rain begins, coming down in pounding torrents. Instinctively we begin to run, but itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s pointless. WeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re soaked within minutes.

Finally we find cover in a yellow phone booth lit up by the pale glow of a streetlight. Our run becomes a sprint. All that time her hand never leaves mine. I use my free hand to yank open the door, stumbling inside. As I struggle to catch my breath she shuts the door behind us, almost cutting off the sounds of the world outside. All that remained was the dull roar of the rain that was still pouring down, occasionally drowned out by the thunder.

If anything, getting soaked has only made her more beautiful. Her overly large t-shirt clings to her body, showing her skin quite clearly except where itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s covered up by her bathing suit. I know she can feel my eyes on her, but she doesnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t seem to mind.

Then, completely without warning IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m slammed against the cold glass. Before I know whatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s happening she pushes her mouth hard against mine and kisses me so forceful it hurts. I kiss her back just as hard. Her arms find their way around my body and she pulls herself up against me. I do the same, letting her sweep me along.

After five minutes she comes up for air, grinning wildly but not saying a word. Her long fingernails press into my back through my wet t-shirt. She slowly draws them along my skin. I donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t even feel pain, IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m completely overwhelmed by the heat of the moment. Her face is momentarily lit up by lightning, and two seconds later thunder rings across the valley. She lunges at me again as if itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s the signal sheÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s been waiting for. I feel her mouth press itself against the side of my neck. She suckles and bites with the same intensity as she kissed. I arch my head back and let her, completely drowning in her.

It feels like our mouths and arms dance along our faces, necks and bodies for ages. The world outside the phone booth falls away as we tangle. We donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t even notice the thunderstorm stopping. For those two hours we spend in the booth, we are the only human beings on the planet.

Finally she moves away. I can see the regret on her face as she tells me that we have to get back, that her parents would worry about her. The world beyond the door of the phone booth seems reborn. The moon and stars have returned to light our path as we walk back. Finally we reach the camp site. As we pass the reception building, I notice my reflection in one of the dark windows. The skin of my neck is covered in red marks. I smile inwardly, knowing that I wonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t hear the end of it for days to come.

In the end, we reach her parentsÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ caravan, with her tent standing besides it. She turns around, looking into my eyes, hesitating for a moment. Just as I lean forward for one last kiss she turns away. She leans close to my ear, whispering softly. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅTomorrowÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâæÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Very nice, well written in plain, ledgible english (or at least I hope :P)

Thanks, although it's very telling of the state of this board these days that the fact that something is written in proper English is worth pointing out :-s

Ah. Something that is actually readable. :)

You convey the emotions and the situation quite realisticly.

And yes, something written in proper English is definately worth applauding and is encouraged that EVERYONE who participates in contributing to the Library strive to write in proper English.

Your story is nice and vivid, almost too vivid. Anyways great story though the vividness is a little too good.

nice. in this u have explained it so well u can almost imagine it like it was happening infront of u. Nice work

Ah. Something that is actually readable. :)

 

 

 

And yes, something written in proper English is definately worth applauding and is encouraged that EVERYONE who participates in contributing to the Library strive to write in proper English.

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That was beautiful Necro. I silently wish that would happen to me as well :)

It's so well written that I could all see it right there happening, as if I was the Lucky Guy with the impulsive girlfriend you described. Very well written indeed!

YAY! Another story by necro! So when is the next chapter of dreamweb comminG? HUH? What as that? I CAN"T HEAR YOU!

[/compltelysupidspamityspam] I really like this one, though something about the second paragraph bothered.

SheÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s lying in the sand with me, curled up against me. She watches the fire with an absentminded smile. I admire her quietly, wondering how I got so lucky.

You almost form a rhyme scheme there, which isn't bad in itself, but when it breaks its really noticable. Perhaps changing "me", "Quitely", or "lucky" to a different word might help.

Very sensual without going to far, also you have balance the story to describtion ratio fairly well, although I felt there was bits that were under described.

Any way i liked it quite alot, and I can't find any real flaws in the story, so it must be good. I liked that the story was real not some mad thing that was only fixed by you being masterful.

So Thumbs up. :thumbsup:

wow....i felt like i was in that

extremely well written

good job

Very nice setting the mood in the begining...and throughout the whole story lol. I could tell you put some thought into the story. Two thumbs up :thumbsup:

What a great story. The best I've read so far.

As my hands softly rub my back I can feel the bathing suit sheÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s still wearing

shouldnt it be "as my hands softly rub *her* back i can feel the bathing suit she's still wearing..."

but besides that it was great. It was descriptive without, had a sense of humour and wasnt too long. Very well written =D>