It was cloudy when I got home on Friday. As soon as I stepped inside, rain began to tap against the window. A drizzle at first, then steady, falling heavier with every passing minute.
Track practice would probably be cut short with this weather. And knowing Kotoha, she likely hadn't brought an umbrella.
I grabbed mine from the stand and went back out.
The rain came harder as I walked, soaking the street, puddles blooming on the asphalt. My shoes splashed through them, the handle of the umbrella slick in my grip.
By the time I reached the school gates, the campus was nearly empty. Students had already fled for cover, but at the entrance, beneath the shallow shelter, sat Kotoha. Her knees were pressed together, bag hugged against her chest, watching the rain with a small, lost look.
I closed my umbrella and stepped into the shelter, sitting down beside her.
"It's good that you're not wet."
Her head whipped around, eyes wide.
"Souta-kun!"
Her voice rang louder than the rain for a moment.
"What a coincidence, right?"
"Did you… come for me?"
"Who else would I come for?"
Her cheeks flushed, lips curving faintly.
"Thank you."
"Should we get going?"
"Ah… I packed up in a hurry, so I didn't get to shower." She fidgeted with her skirt, eyes lowering, embarrassment soaking her voice.
I leaned down and pressed close, letting my nose brush against the curve of her neck. The faint scent of sweat clung to her skin, mixed with the sweetness that was always hers.
"It smells good. No problem."
Her whole body jolted.
"Souta-kun… Idiot…"
If only she knew what her scent did to me. That faint salt of exertion, the soft shampoo in her hair, the hidden musk of a girl who'd just come from running. Together, it made blood rush to my lower body.
She probably thought she smelled bad, but to me, it was perfect. Addictive.
"What's the matter?"
"Don't… suddenly smell me like that." Her pout was faint, but her eyes betrayed her, shining with a quiet happiness.
"Sorry. Did I surprise you?"
"No. It's fine."
Her pout softened into something closer to a smile.
I stood, opening the umbrella, and held my hand out to her.
"Shall we go?"
The sight of my hand made her eyes light up. She placed her smaller hand into mine, her fingers curling tight as though she never wanted to let go.
"Yeah!"
We stepped out into the storm, the umbrella shielding us from the worst of the rain. The streets glistened under the lamplight, puddles stretching wide, each step sending ripples outward.
Kotoha pressed close to me, her hand still clasped in mine, her bag hugged to her chest. Her hair clung damply to her cheeks despite the umbrella, drops sliding down her neck.
It didn't take long to notice—her blouse, already thin from being rushed out of practice, was plastered to her skin. Under the pale fabric, the outline of her bra showed through clearly.
The shape of her chest rose and fell with every nervous breath, each movement making the fabric tug tighter. Her skirt clung to her thighs, water having already soaked through, tracing the line of her legs all the way down.
Anyone passing by would be able to see everything.
"Kotoha-chan,"
"Hm?"
"Your clothes are see-through."
Her steps faltered. She looked down at herself, realizing too late, and let out a quiet gasp.
"Ehh—!?"
She hugged her bag tighter, trying to hide herself, her face glowing red.
"Souta-kun, d-don't look!"
I shifted the umbrella higher and slipped my cardigan off one arm. Without hesitation, I draped it over her shoulders, tugging it close so the soaked blouse beneath was hidden.
I liked seeing this erotic sight, but I also enjoyed taking care of her.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the cardigan, pulling it tighter around herself. She peeked up at me, her lashes wet, cheeks flushed hot despite the cold rain.
"…Thank you."
Kotoha's POV
I collapse onto my bed, hair still damp from the bath, hugging my pillow tight. The rain outside tapped steadily against the window, but all I could hear was the thundering of my own heartbeat.
Souta-kun had come back for me. Through the storm, just for me. His cardigan warm on my shoulders, his arm tight around my waist, his voice whispering that no one else should see me like that.
I buried my face into the pillow and kicked my legs, my whole body on fire.
And tomorrow…
He said we should go somewhere together. He didn't call it a date, but he told me to wear something cute. That has to mean it's a date. My first date with Souta-kun.
"Uuuhhh… what do I even wear…?"
A skirt? A dress? Something short enough to make him stare?
My thighs squeezed together at the memory of his hand. On my back when we walked. On my thigh during lunch. Pulling me close beneath the umbrella. His warmth pressed into me, his breath brushing my hair.
What if tomorrow he puts his hand even higher?
"Idiot…" I hissed into the pillow, my body trembling. The heat between my legs was unbearable. My panties were damp, clinging to me, shameful proof of how lewd I really was.
Before I realized it, my hand slipped beneath the waistband, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric.
"Ahhh—" I gasped quietly, hips twitching as soon as I touched myself.
I imagined it was him. His fingers spreading me, rubbing slowly as he whispered my name. Souta-kun making me squirm, teasing me until I begged for more.
My middle finger pushed past the thin barrier, sliding over my slick folds. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the sounds rising from my throat, but each stroke made me wetter.
"Souta-kun… Souta-kun…" I whispered into the pillow, my legs kicking helplessly.
What if tomorrow he really does it? What if he pushes me down and touches me for real? Would I stop him? No—I'd let him do anything.
The thought alone made my body jolt. My fingers circled my clit faster, my hips grinding into the pillow. Every time I moaned his name, I pictured his face above me, his hand touching me.
My climax hit hard, tearing through me, my body curling tight as I muffled my cries into the pillow.
When it passed, I lay there panting, my fingers sticky, my thighs trembling.
"…Souta-kun…"
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.