W E T [l.t. au]

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I remember seeing her at Rain that night. She was beautiful. I loved to watch the way her body moved so easily to the drop beat of the music that the d.j. was playing. The way her hips swayed back and forth, the way her body rolled as she danced - no, sorry, grind, against some other guy. As my eyes watched her, I knew I wanted her. I wanted to be that guy she was grinding against, I wanted to take her home and fuck her senseless. It also didn't help that she was soaking wet and her shirt was now practically see-through because it was a weird light color that wasn't exactly white, but it sure looked white now being clenched to her body.

Making my way through the crowd of wet people, the club was called Rain for a reason, it liked to shower water on the guests on the dance floor as they danced. It made everything appear more.... Sexy. At least it did to me, and I wonder if that was their marketing plan when they came up with the idea of the club. The club isn't terribly old, it's been around for a good six months and it was already highly popular amongst the college kids. I liked to come every Friday and Saturday night when it wasn't finals season.

I finally saw my window of opportunity to have her body beneath my finger tips, as I pushed past one more person I saw the guy get distracted by a very busty lady in a very revealing dress. I took notice that the girl, the girl I currently was imagining wrapped up in my bed sheets naked, looked at the guy. I could see she was hurt, and angry.... It got me wondering if they were together. I saw that her brows frown more and more with each passing beat of the music; that was when I made my move.  Pressing my hands on her hips, I brought her close to me and I held back a laugh when she whipped her head to see who touched her and I simply smiled at her. She looked at the guy once more and noticed he was too preoccupied with his hands roaming the busty blonde.

I felt one of her hands rest on the base of my neck and her hips rolled against mine; it took everything I could to not groan. She looked up at me with her blue eyes and I couldn't look away from them. I first noticed her hair and beautiful wet body, but now I'm taken away by her beauty. She turned around and I was worried she would pull away but she pressed be back against my chest and grind against me. Her bum rubbing against my dick, oh how I really wanted her in my bed tonight.

Dipping my head down, I brushed the top of my nose along crook of her neck where her shoulders meet before pressing my lips against her skin. I could feel her fingers grasp the ends on my hair at the back of my neck and I let my hands wander her body as we danced to the music. Well, grind more likely, since what we were doing shouldn't be considered dancing. I felt something cold and wet fall and knew instantly that they had turned the rain back on because it was starting to get really hot on the dance floor. Once the song had finished, I kept my hands on her hips, not wanting to let her go. I didn't want to let her go so soon. I looked up, expecting her to leave but I saw she was staying put, and her eyes were fixated on the guy she was dancing with earlier. He was still grinding against the busty blonde and this time, his hands weren't on her waist but grasping her breasts.

"Hey," I started, whispering in her ear. "Let me buy you a drink." She looked at me from over her shoulder and nodded. I took her hand, intertwining our fingers to have a better grip on her, and guided her to the bar. "You can get whatever you want, water, soda, alcohol, anything." I told her as I leaned against the bar. I got a better look at her now. And by God she was breath taking, even when she was soaked and her clothes were sticking to her, her hair was clinging to her head. I thought she was beautiful. I tried to not stare at her boobs. It took all my self control to not stare at her boobs. I wanted to fuck her, and girls like a gentleman. So I was being a gentleman so she'll sleep with me. It seemed like a good plan, especially when it has worked in the past.

"Just a Sprite please." She replied, and she was American. Wow. Guess they do make the birds great from across the pond.

"Alright." I smiled at her. I flagged down the bartender, and ordered a Sprite and a dr. Pepper.

"Thank you." She said softly and took a sip of her Sprite.

"You're welcome." I smiled at her, then held out my hand. "I'm Louis."

"I'm Susan."