The Storm 1 of 3

The Storm 1 of 3

She sat on the kitchen counter skimming through one of her girly magazines, explaining how to diet properly and what not to wear. With her other hand she wrapped her soft, short brown hair around her index finger. Her legs hung over the counter about a foot off the tile floor beneath her. She was wondering what was taking him so long.

Dam it, what the fuck is taking him so long? Is he jacking off again she wondered. She smiled to herself of the thought of him masturbating. I wonder how big his dick is.

HEARING A THUMP! Carry laid her magazine down and hopped off the counter. She walked upstairs, passing several science posters along the way. She entered into one of the bedrooms. There she saw John sitting on the floor.

Are you OK? What was that?" she asked in a concerned voice.

I just forgot where I was sitting and I slipped off the bed. It was quite fun actually. Though my butt doesn't think so! Joe replied as he rubbed his butt. In the center of the room were the bed sat, and on the bed laid a dark-green duffle bag.

We should get going, Joe. Steve and Mary are going to meet us at the cabin.

Joe sighed and plopped his body onto the bed and placed his palms over his closed eyes.

It's not that I don't like hanging out with your sister and her husband, it's just that he and I have nothing in common.

He's Mr. Sports-fan and I'm a pocket protector away from being a complete geek and a nerd as he claims.

Honestly Carry said I still don't understand what your sister sees in him much less why she married him? Mary could have done much better.

Carry was leaning on the doorway as she watched him lower his hands from his eyes and place them on his stomach.

She walked over and sat on the bed next to him.

Everyone is attracted to someone, I guess. Even if we don't know what the attraction is. Maybe he's a good fucker, I don’t know, Carry answered.

I guess. He probably has a baby-dick, anyway. You know he's got to be compensating for something. That was the first time Carry heard him talk that way. You look beautiful, by the way, Is that a new skirt? Carry looked down at her pink dress and rubbed her hand on the light fabric.

Yeah, do you like it? she smiled.

Of course, I do, he smiled back.

Carry stared out the window, she then turned her head.

Is that poster of the Periodic Table new? she asked as she pointed to the black oversized poster.

Yeah, it's actually a holographic 3D poster. I got it at the Science Center. I love that store. It has the coolest things EVER! he said excitedly.

Oh my God! SHUT UP. Nu-ugh she joked with her hands over her mouth. Anyway, we should get going. It's almost five and it looks like it may start to rain soon.

Joe sat up and walked to the window he placed his right hand on the cold glass. It's not going to rain because that would mean something good would happen to me and nothing good ever happens to me. It never does.

Carry stood up, walked up behind him and placed her hand on his back.

No, I'm wrong. One good thing has happened to me. I met you, my best friend. Joe said as he turned around to see her. Damn, she's so cute.

Well, that's because you let me cheat off you in college. I must say that was pretty cool of you she explained.

Well, I am a pretty cool dude, he laughed. Carry laughed with him and stood on her toes to wrap her arms around the back of his neck. He got a whiff of a distant scent it smelled familiar but new altogether.

It came out of nowhere. The rain slammed down furiously on the roof of Joe's green four-door Civic. It was almost seven in the evening the sky outside of the car were dark and gloomy.

On the passenger side, Carry was looking out the window watching the trees blur together in of mix of green and brown. Joe was explaining some science junk, she feigned interest, but her mind eventually wondered off. She met Joe two years ago in college. They both had graduated from high school before enrolling at Sonoma-Redwood College. She thought of him as an interesting person, kind of shy. He wasn't the hottest guy in campus, but sure was one of the sweetest. She had gotten used to guys falling over her and trying to impress her. She could get them to do anything she wanted.

Whatever she asked for, they would do in a heartbeat. Except Joe, at first she thought the he must have been gay. He was always alone with his head in a textbook and deaf to the world around him since he always had his mp3 player on. She had asked Joe to tutor her in science and so they spent a lot of time alone. But not once was he ever inappropriate with her. They got to know each other very well during this time and eventually became friends. Carry had gotten attached to Joe, but he always considered her his best friend, only friend to be honest.

Joe was still explaining his science theories when they arrived at the cabin. The rain had gotten more intense. Steve and Mary weren't there yet. Joe parked next to the front porch. He almost slipped on the patio as he ran ahead to unlock the cabin. Carry stepped out of the car and could hear soft music in the distance.

Mayan Indians had a theory for the eclipse they thought he said as he leaned to get the duffle bags. Carry snatched them off his hand and violently tossed them onto the porch. They landed on the top step awkwardly and rolled down to the floor, finally landing on the bed of gravel.

What has gotten into you Carry?

He was about to walk away when she grabbed him by his sleeve and pulled him close to her.

I want to dance she demanded.

But it's raining.

Its just water besides you got to live a little, she explained. They danced to some slow Jazz song. Carry had her head resting on Joe's shoulder as they swayed back and forth. Even though it was freezing outside, Carry felt so warm in Joe's arms. Joe looked over her head, wondering if anyone was watching them, this was embarrassing. The song soon ended.

There, that wasn't so bad, was it? she asked.

No, it was very nice. Although I am now a couple pounds heavier considering how much water I soaked up, and your skirt doesn't look in great shape anymore.

Well, I guess I'm going to have to take it off. You like help? she asked flirtatiously. Joe gave her a small smile and turned towards the front door.

By nutbuster