Missed Connection - The Beginning

This is the beginning of a story I am writing... please comment and let me know what you think!

Ch. 1

Cassi - then (age 18)

The beat was electric, pulsing through the ground like thunder before the storm. Cassi's boots squelched in the soft mud, her sundress soaked at the hem from hours of dancing under the gray, gathering clouds. Lights from the stage sliced through the dusk, strobing across a thousand bodies that moved as one, defying the weather, lost in the music.

Cassi laughed as her curls stuck to her cheeks, hands raised to the sky like she could pull the thunder down herself. She spun, bare arms glistening with rain, face lit with joy and rebellion. The air smelled of damp grass, sweat, and something sharp--ozone. Somewhere in the pit, someone launched a beach ball into the air, and a collective cheer roared up like a wave.

Then, the storm hit.

It wasn't a slow build. One second the wind was flirting with her hair, and the next it was screaming in her ears, slapping rain against her skin sideways. The speakers crackled. The lights flickered. Then--bang--a crash of thunder overhead, and the stage went dark.

Panic rippled through the crowd.

"Cassi!" a voice called, rough and close. She turned, blinking water from her lashes, and there was Chris.

She had met him earlier that day--half-lost near the food trucks, sipping cold brew like he was born cool. They'd laughed about the mud, shared a funnel cake, and danced together like they'd known each other longer than a few hours. His shirt was soaked now, dark with rain, his sandy hair plastered to his forehead.

"Chris?" she yelled back, but her voice was swallowed by the storm.

And then it happened.

A tent--a full, heavy-duty camping tent--caught the wind like a sail and came tearing through the festival grounds, spinning wildly. People screamed and ducked. Cassi froze.

She didn't see it until it was nearly on top of her.

Chris did.

He moved without thinking, slamming into her and knocking her to the mud just as the tent roared over their heads, its aluminum poles spearing the air like javelins. It crashed into the field behind them with a violent snap of canvas and metal.

For a moment, everything went silent--except for the pounding of her heart and the rain drumming on the earth.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked, crouched over her, one hand still shielding her head. His eyes searched hers, wide and wild.

"I--I think so," she breathed.

"Come on," he said, pulling her up by the hand. "My tent. This way."

They ran.

Lightning strobed the sky, turning the world into flashes of white and shadow. Mud clung to their shoes, splashed up their legs. The wind howled through the trees lining the field, tearing banners from their ropes, flipping lawn chairs, and snapping umbrellas like twigs.

They heard someone come on stage and announce that a tornado had touched down near by -- the crowd cheered in response. Les Claypool came on stage chanting 'Rain -- rain -- rain..' in time with his bass. The crowds roar rivalled the thunder.

By the time they reached his tent, they were soaked to the bone. Chris fumbled with the zipper, hands trembling, then ducked inside and held it open for her. She dove in after him, and he zipped it shut, sealing them off from the chaos outside.

The tent was a cheap two-person pop-up, sagging slightly under the weight of the rain. Inside, it was a mess, and things were already damp, but not yet drenched--sleeping bags, blankets, backpacks, a flashlight that cast a dull, flickering beam from the corner. Cassi collapsed onto the floor, catching her breath, water dripping from her clothes in steady streams. She sat up when Chris had finished rummaging around behind her and came back with a towel.

She was drying her hair and sitting across from him. She realized how ice blue his eyes were. When their eyes met, he held her gaze and something inside of her changed. Her heart leapt into her throat, her mouth was dry, her whole body flushed and her clit tingled. She normally would write such sudden feelings off to adrenaline, but the way he looked at her... it was like they had known each other forever. It was somehow just as comfortable as it was exciting.

He was certainly attractive. In a very classically midwestern way. He had ice blue eyes, sandy blonde hair that was a little long and shaggy, enough where he had to shake it out of his eyes when it wasn't wet. He was tall, he had strong hands with long fingers. She had a thing for nice hands. Looking at him you could tell he was gangly and awkward when he went through puberty. His chest was strong, the wet tee shirt clinging to it. His arms were, too.

She was just staring at him, not saying anything. For some reason it didn't feel weird, just looking at her looking at him. He noticed her nipples showed through her dress, small in comparison to her breast size. Her chest was rising and falling with her heavy breathing and it was all he could do not to look. The hem of her dress was bunched up high up on her thigh, exposing nearly all of one perfect leg, hinting at the wonders that lay just a couple inches further. He swallowed as hard as he could, finding his mouth to be dry. Her skin looked like tupelo honey, soft, tan and supple. He noticed all of this out of his peripheral because they hadn't lost eye contact. Neither of them had spoken for a full minute. He shifted his weight trying to keep an erection from being seen.

Then she laughed. A breathy, disbelieving sound.

"You just saved my life."

Chris shrugged, but his grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Had to do something heroic before the night was over."

Cassi shook her head, smiling despite the thunder shaking the ground around them. "You're insane."

"Yeah, well," he said, settling beside her with a shiver, "you're the one who was dancing in a lightning storm."

"Is it crazy that I want to go back? I really want to see Primus".

As if in response, lightning cracked right outside the tent followed by thunder immediately after that shook everything around them. Cassi shrieked and jumped into Chris' arms.

He laughed.

"You sure about that?"

She shook her head and snuggled into his lap, shivering. They sat there, holding each other in the dark, the storm crashing around them, breathing the same wet, electric air.

Neither one said it out loud, but they both felt it--there was electricity in the air that wasn't from the Lightning.

Cassi was shivering uncontrollably. It was the kind of cold that hits your bones and won't stop.

"I w-w-wish I could t-t-take a hot b-bath", she said through clattering teeth, trying to dry her hair again with the towel he had given her, "and put on fuzzy sock-k-s". She smiled and tried to hand the towel back to him, it must have been his only one. He shook his head and tossed it back on top of hers.

"Get in my sleeping bag", he unzipped it and started getting extra blankets on top. He was shivering pretty hard, too.

"It will j-just make your b-bed w-w-wet and c-cold", she paused and searched his face. Then, she lifted herself into a half standing position and stood there for a moment, shaking uncontrollably, even colder now that she was out of his embrace. While looking at him, she dropped one shoulder of her dress, then the other. Smiling softly, even as her teeth continued to chatter, she shimmied out off her sopping wet dress.

Chris did his best to look only at her eyes as he handed her the towel once more. She rubbed her tan, goose fleshed body dry as she could with the wet towel and crawled over him towards the bed. He was blushing slightly and grinning but tried to look away modestly. She never dropped her gaze and brushed her gorgeous cold tits against him. She moved one leg over his and then the other but for a moment he could feel the intense heat of her on his leg, all the way through his soaking wet blue jeans.

"Wow," he cleared his throat, "I didn't expect that", he adjusted himself once more, shaking his head.

"Your turn", she said, now tucked into his blankets.

He looked over to see her smiling and wiggling in his bed.

"Oh, you are trouble", he said.

"Maybe, but I need your b-b-body heat", she said, the chatter sounding fake now. "Won't you be my bubble bath and fuzzy socks? P-p-please?".

He shook his head, grinning. He peeled his shirt off over his head and shook his wet hair, which still clung to his face. He had a nice chest and arms, defined, but not like he wasted hours at the gym, he had a farmers tan, his upper arms and chest slightly paler than his forearms. He had just a little tummy, with a small happy trail. He cleared his throat,

"I looked away".

She slowly brought her eyes up from his belt where his hands were waiting for some modesty.

"I don't want to", she bit her lip and smirked flirtatiously.

"Trouble", he said again shaking his head back and forth as he undid his belt buckle. He cleared his throat again and she covered her face,

"Better?" she asked, playfully peeping through a crack in her fingers. He released the soaking wet denim and they fell to the ground with a heavy thud. She peeked right as his boner bounced in his boxers, released from the confines of his waistband. She giggled.

He cleared his throat, "Sorry, I, you... uh.."

She laughed.

"Why are you sorry? Hey! Stop!", she put out her hand with her eyes squeezed shut, "let me feel first".

"What?!" He said.

"No, no!" she shook her head rapidly laughing. "Your boxers", she moved her hand blindly in his direction and patted his hip when she reached it.

"Sorry, too wet. They have got to go. Or we'll freeze". She was smiling innocently with her eyes closed. He took a moment to look at her. Her hair was wavy and wild from the rough towel drying, her shoulders strong and kissed by the sun. She had the covers held to her breasts but just barely, they rose and fell with her breathing in a really nice way. He obliged and shook his head. This woman would be the death of him.

Once he had crawled in next to her she made an exaggerated effort to feel around for him clumsily, one hand barely covering her eyes.

"Where are you? Are you in yet?" she gently brushed against his erection with her forearm and bit her lip. She lifted her hand from her face,

"There you are!" She slid against him and twisted her leg around his, her foot barely reaching his to rub against it. The spot where her legs came together pressed against his strong thigh and felt 100 degrees hotter than anything else. She laid her head on his chest and draped her arm over him. She began rubbing the outside of his arm and his chest gently; warming and arousing him at the same time. She let out a long, content sigh and snuggled against him deeper.

Chris let out a relaxed 'mmmm' in response. Without thinking about it he brushed the hair off her face and kissed her forehead. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, lying there with his arm around her. Her eyes were closed and a smile spread on her face in response. He held his lips against her skin, wanting more. He knew his heart must be racing against her cheek. He kissed her nose. Her eyes opened and looked up into his. They were light blue, like his, and they saw right into his soul. She corkscrewed herself upwards, pressing a hot, dampness into him that had nothing to do with the weather. She lifted her face to his and kissed him, softly, pressing her lips to his and keeping them there. She pulled away, ever so slightly and looked into his eyes again,

"hi", she said.

"hi", he whispered. She kissed him again.

"hi", this time she said it barely audible and with a little bewilderment in her voice.

"hi", he replied.

He put his hand under her chin and tilted her face upward more and kissed her deeply. He breathed her in as she parted her lips slightly, letting his tongue enter her mouth. She moaned slightly and leaned into him. His hand was exploring her neck and cradling the back of her head. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, kissing and exploring each other. Her little moans were driving him wild, they were getting needier by the minute, and she couldn't keep her body from rubbing against his in a most enticing way.

She pulled away from his lips, her heart racing and her breath rapid. He reached back out to kiss her again, but she shifted her weight in one smooth movement and was straddling him. He groaned as her wet center pressed softly against his shaft. He was staring up at her, surprised.

"You don't have to do this", he said to her, respectfully.

Her heart was pounding in her throat. She knew she was moving fast, but it felt right. Nothing had ever felt so right, actually. She leaned down and kissed him again,

"I know".

She pressed her weight against him, her tits firm, soft and still a little cold. Her breath was hot as she nibbled his ear and kissed his neck gently before kissing his chin and returning to his lips. She leaned back slightly and ran her fingers through his hair, traced his eyebrow and down his cheekbone and chin with her hand, and then brushed her thumb lightly over his lip. She took a deep breath,

"Hi".

"Hi", he replied, searching her eyes for something.

She moaned and leaned in to kiss him fully. She parted her lips and explored his with her tongue. She felt his cock getting harder against her as she began moving back and forth in rhythm with their lips. She teased him, leaning in to kiss the nape of his neck and placing the fleshy tip of his dick right outside of her. He groaned, pushing his hips up aching to get inside her. She squealed with pleasure as he got closer but didn't let him in.

He cleared his throat.

"How... um, I should have asked this already... how old are you?".

She laughed a little. He was really sweet. She could tell he was older than her, by a couple years or so. But she wasn't some innocent princess.

"I'm 18, on birth control, and not a virgin if you were going to ask that next...".

"No, I... well, yeah... about, but not... I'm sorry. I am just 22... and you, know. I wouldn't..." he stammered and laughed nervously.

She looked down at him, taking in every line of his face, every fleck of color in his eyes.

"I want to do this. I don't know if I've ever wanted anything more in my life, honestly", she felt his cock pulse beneath her when she said it. She kissed his chest gently and then brought her face near his,

"Do you? I'm the one making all the moves here..." she bit her lip, suddenly a little insecure.

He picked her up by her ass and laid her down gently on her back, with one hand behind her head, positioning himself between her spread legs. He growled a little as he moved a hand to her breast and began kissing her neck. She moaned hard when he did this and leaned into his mouth, squirming beneath.

"uhh.. oh...", she whimpered.

He moved his kisses up from her neck to her ear, and in a deep, throaty voice whispered,

"What do you think?"

As he spoke the answer to her question, he pushed himself into her. She was so wet, she accepted him eagerly. His girth pressed hard against the sides of her and he slid in one firm motion into her cervix.

She cried out and shook against him. She dug her nails into his back and twitched again, whimpering.

"ohmygod", she murmured into his shoulder and shook again. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock. She was quivering underneath him, her body begging for more. He pulled back slightly and pushed into her again.

"oh god!", she screamed, trembling, "oh fuck..".

He kissed her neck as he slid back and into her again, pressing deeply and holding it there. She was tightening and opening in rhythm around his shaft and arching her back.

"oh fuck... ohmyfucking..", she was lifting her hips and pressing into him and her pussy continued to milk him. She contracted her abs and spasmed a few times, moaning into his shoulder as he continued kissing her neck. She screamed, and bit his shoulder a little, still shaking, pressing him into her deeper. After close to a minute of this, her body relaxed.

"holy shit..." she mumbled into his shoulder, somewhat hiding her face.

"did you..." he said, amused.

She was nodding into his chest and pulling him deeper, urging him to continue.

"I, uh.. god, please don't stop", she whispered into him.

"Fuck that's hot", he said into the nape of her neck, picking up the pace of his thrusts slightly. It wasn't long after resuming before she began trembling again, he looked at her face contorting and felt himself getting close. He pulled out slightly trying to regain composure.

"No, please", she begged, trying to pull him back into her.

"ahhh", he said as his tip penetrated her again.

"Oh please..." she cried out, desperate to get him fully inside of her again.

He pushed into her deeply, trying to think about his breathing, and only his breathing, as she began to clench and unclench around him again, shaking uncontrollably.

"ohfuckfuckfuck... Chris, holy shit..." she moved against him, driving him absolutely fucking crazy.

She screamed and twitched a few more times and he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out and came all over her belly as soon as she finished.

"uhhh.. ohmygod", he continued cumming on her, his eyes closed but he could feel her writhing and moaning beneath him. He shook the last drop out and brushed his head against her soaking wet lips before laying down beside her.

They laid there breathing hard for a moment. She reached out and found his hand, lacing her fingers with his. She did this without moving or opening her eyes. He leaned over and kissed her. He reached over her and grabbed the towel to wipe her belly.

"This is going to be cold", he said.

"Wha---Ah!!", she instinctively punched him as he ran the wet, cold towel across her tummy.

"Jesus christ!", she yelled.

"Sorry, I said it was going to be cold! And, ow!", he said rubbing his arm where she had hit him.

"Sorry" she laughed, "Instinct".

She flipped to her side and laid her head on his chest again, bringing the covers up around them.

He kissed her head and pulled her close.

"Sorry that was kind of faster than I meant it to be..." he began.

She laughed.

"Sorry? I came three times", she looked up at him, "should I be sorry I came so fast?".

"No! Of course not. Really? 3 times...?"

"Then why should you be sorry? Don't be stupid. We have the rest of our lives to do it again", she blushed, "or the rest of the night anyway", she corrected, even though she meant what she had said at first.

"Yeah", he leaned over and kissed her, already getting hard again.

"That was... fucking intense...", he said. It really was, he had never felt this kind of connection with anyone before, and so soon. It scared the hell out of him.

She started laughing hysterically.

"What..??" he asked. Thinking, 'was it not for her? It had to be...'

"It was fucking IN. TENTS. Get it?" she laughed harder.

A crash of thunder boomed and she hid her face in his shoulder as he pulled the blankets over their heads, laughing.

They laid there giggling in the humidity of each other for awhile. Then, searching for each other's faces in the dark they became quiet, both panicking over how great being together felt... but for different reasons.