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empty champagne glasses and made her way to the kitchen. Yes, he did know how Lily was. There was rarely a rainy summer day that Lily didn’t go walking. She seemed to crave getting soaked through to the skin. He had followed her a couple of times when they were younger without her being aware of it and watched her raise her face to the steady stream of rain. She had frolicked and ran and danced in circles like some pagan goddess and had finally ended up under a big elm on top of a hill in the grazing field. He should have realized then just how sensual her nature really was.
    The second time he had followed her, she had on a thin T-shirt that had become transparent in the deluge and he had stood transfixed at her budding breasts, the tiny nipples stiff and pointed against the chill. He had never told anyone but it was the first time he had seen real breasts and had reacted to it like a man. He had run to the barn and slept the night with feelings of guilt and shame and lust and it had taken up until he had been with his first woman to put it out of his mind.  He walked out of the house and headed in the direction he knew that she took. He was no longer a boy but a man and he was going after both a memory and the woman he wanted.
                  Lily saw Jared climb the low hill and realized that she had expected him perhaps was even waiting for him to come. He knelt next to her and wordlessly shifted her so that she was lying in the softened dirt and soaked grass; he let her absorb his greater weight as he settled between her thighs. He took her mouth without asking, a hot open-mouth kiss that seared the raindrops that were on her lips and sent up a wisp of steam. She whimpered with the swift, painful need that welled up from her womanly core. Her hips rolled and pressed into his as she gripped and twisted handfuls of his shirt.
    He suddenly pushed up onto his knees and violently tore the shirt of his back; a few seconds later he yanked her into a sitting position and tugged the top of her dress down to her waist. He latched onto the nipple of her left breast and sucked in the tender tip and some of the creamy flesh into his mouth. His hands had reached up under her skirt and tore the lace of the delicate panties making it a useless barrier, the skirt of the dress bunched up around her waist where the top had fallen prey.  She pulled at his hair painfully until he lifted his head to stare at her for a feverish second before coming back to eat at her mouth. Their tongues licked at each other, biting and sucking like they were to die of thirst if they did not drink of each other.  He shoved his pants around his thighs and settled between her thighs one more time. Her hips lurched up to ground at the hardness she felt there, wanting an end to the painful fever. His hands tangled firmly in her wet hair and he used his strength to keep her firmly controlled as he invaded her moist body.
    He tried to go slowly, God knows he did, knew that his invasion would hurt her untried body but lost any coherent thought as the tip of him felt the hot entrance of her body. He held her still as he pushed his way into the tightest, hottest glove he had ever slipped into and stopped as he reached the barrier of her virginity, their eyes locked together as they became a part of each other. She used the heals of her feet to lurch upwards the last few inches, piercing the thin tissue and impaled herself on his shaft until the silky hair at their groins mingled.  No one had spoken and the only sound that was made was the groans and gasps that could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was.  He released her hair and ran his hands gently and repeatedly over her breasts and belly and thighs. His eyes closed and he started moving in her body, taking them higher and higher with every stroke. In, out, in, out, the hardness of his pubic bone caressing the sensitive nub at the top of her womanhood.
    She suddenly started bucking;