|Why Don't We Do It In The Rain?
Author: Dill Wilson PM
Band geeks Alan and Sandy end up doing just that on the way home from a gig.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Words: 5,445 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-26-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3036182
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Why Don't We Do It In The Rain? (R)
I admit it. I'm a band geek. I come from a musical family and I've been playing the trumpet since sixth grade. I've been in every school band there is from the jazz ensemble to the marching band. I also followed the family tradition of joining the Blue County Community Band and I've been spending my summers playing with them since I was fourteen.
I like playing in the community band because of the diversity of the group as many of our members are older adults who want to continue playing long after high school is finished. Tommy Belts is the current community band director. He's in his early fifties and says playing music is good for both your physical and mental health.
The Blue County Community Band usually plays from Memorial Day through Labor Day, averaging about eight gigs a season. The July 4th Fireworks Show in Greenville is our biggest show and we also perform a couple of times at Beano Field, local community days, and at the West County Fair.
We practice once a week on Monday nights at the Hillsboro Community Center. The band has about forty members ranging from high school kids to a guy named Adam Lapean who is almost ninety. The common thread for all of us is a genuine love of music and I like playing with people who are committed to the art. The musicians are really talented and it makes me play better being around such experienced talent. It's different from high school where kids generally goof off and take the craft for granted.
Playing in the community band requires a certain level of discipline, teamwork and focus. Countless nameless kids pass through school band programs every year but only a few go on to study music in college and even fewer pursue careers in music. If it wasn't for the community band opportunity, music for most would be left behind in the high school band room or in the attic where the forgotten instrument lay abandoned along with memories of wrong notes and awful recitals.
The community band extends the opportunity to play for many people and brings about good times and lasting friendships for those who have been playing with the band for years. There are mother-daughter combinations, son-father combinations, sibling rivalries, and extended high school friendships. I get to play with some of the most talented musicians from other schools in the area which is a thrill too.
I was especially pleased when my Hillsboro High School band-mate Sandy Moore joined the community band junior year. She was a great clarinet player and she took music as seriously as I did. That was our connection over the years - fellow band geeks who enjoyed playing and were often considered elitists by some of our high school band mates who thought we took our music much too seriously.
When we played together in the community band we were playing among teachers and truck drivers and barbers and doctors and plumbers and mothers and politicians. They took their music seriously but had fun playing and that made it fun for me too.
Playing in a band filled with such extraordinary musical talent was comforting and I enjoyed coming together to share a love of music and to provide a public service by playing a variety of music (from patriotic to jazz to symphonic) to the people of Blue County at parks, nursing homes, town squares and fairs.
We don't worry about perfect acoustics, crying babies, or talking audience members. We sit on folding chairs and play our hearts out (sometimes while mosquitoes swarm around us, a bird takes a drop on one of us, or the nursing home alarm goes off) and we love every noisy minute of it!
Everybody who plays is a volunteer, of course, including the Director/Conductor Tommy Belts, an animated guy who shouts directions ranging from encouragement to good natured chiding when he knows we can do better. I think my favorite time is when members whisper to each other between pieces and chat during breaks but it is the serious play that underscores the general camaraderie among us.
My mother played in the community band and my brother does now so that's fun but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that having Sandy in the band was my biggest thrill. Music was our common bond and it was the one connection I had to her. I'm not sure if I'd have any interaction with her if we weren't in band together. We were friends because of our love of music and our shared band experiences in high school. We could talk about music all day if they let us, the history and traditions of song, different variations of songs we liked, and endless debates about what made good music.
We graduated from Hillsboro in June and Sandy would be heading to Green College in the fall while I was planning on taking some courses at Blue County Community College which had a small music department that I hoped to join while working part time for my father's painting contracting company.
The Blue County Community Band played at the Mt. Griffin Old Home Day. We sat in front of the old town hall and played about forty five minutes of patriotic music to an appreciative although often distracted audience with all the other events going on and I had gotten kind of sweaty by the time we were finished.
The Community band wore these rather heavy (and ugly) old uniforms to give us a bit of an identity and it was probably the worse part about playing in the band! Our performance went well and I kept eying Sandy who was sitting across from me and she smiled back. We had a fun little thing going between us and we often joked that it was our version of foreplay and sex whenever we played in the band together.
"Want to hang around and get something to eat or something?" Sandy asked me as we picked up our chairs after our little recital was completed.
"Sure," I agreed.
We walked to Sandy's car and took off our uniforms (we had our summer clothes on underneath), throwing the uniforms and our instruments in the back of Sandy's car before walking around the town common, grabbing a hot dog, and checking out some of the events.
Sandy was tall and thin with long blond hair half way down her back with thick bangs. She was definitely a looker and I was happy to be seen with her as we walked through the crowds. She was wearing short white shorts and a white tank top tee shirt and I was proud to be with her. It almost felt like a date as we laughed and joked around and chatted with people we knew. I was especially taken when she took my hand in hers a few times as we walked around.
It had been sunny earlier in the day but now we noticed dark storm clouds forming in the western sky.
"Maybe we should get out of here," Sandy remarked when she checked out the sky.
"I'll need a ride," I told her. "I came with my brother who is now long gone."
"Okay," she said and we walked back to her car.
We left Mt. Griffin and I was surprised when Sandy turned off a side road instead of taking the direct route back to Hillsboro.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Oh, this is the good way home," she announced.
"What do you mean?"
"I just like the scenery of the back roads," she explained. "The same old way all the time gets boring."
Suddenly the skies broke into a torrential downpour.
"Wow, I can't believe how heavy this rain is," Sandy exclaimed. "I hope we make it home okay," she said with a worried voice.
"Maybe you should slow down," I suggested.
"Yeah, if we just take our time things will be okay," Sandy agreed, taking her foot off the gas.
"This kind of rain usually doesn't last too long," I remarked.
We could barely see two feet in front of us the rain was coming down so hard.
"Maybe you should pull over and wait until it passes," I said.
"I guess," she agreed just as we came around a corner and suddenly there was something in the middle of the road.
"Cow!" I yelled in frantic warning.
"Holy Shit!" Sandy screamed, spinning the steering wheel to the left.
The car sailed off the shoulder of the road and we were actually airborne for a few seconds before landing in a rain soaked, mud pillowed sea of underbrush about ten feet below the road's surface. The entire vehicle disappeared into a world of green.
It took a few minutes to figure out that we weren't dead once our flying uniforms and band instruments came to a rest and our bodies stopped shaking. My passenger seat broke and fell back and for a scary second I thought I broke my back.
"Oh my God," Sandy said once she caught her breath. "Are you hurt?"
"No, I don't think so," I said, checking myself for blood or injuries. "You?"
"No, I guess not," she said with amazement. "Thank God for shoulder belts."
"That was like being in a plane crash," I said. "That was really something."
It felt like we were in space ship. The car was leaning back at an almost forty five degree angle as if it was preparing for launch.
Suddenly Sandy almost jumped over the seat into my arms and she began crying.
"Oh Alan ... I thought ... we were going to die ..." Her voice was breaking between sobs as she gave me a meaningful hug.
"Its okay, Sandy," I tried to reassure her, enjoying the unexpected close contact. "Nobody got hurt."
I gladly comforted her and held her until she finally uncurled her arms from around my neck and slipped back into her seat with tears in her eyes.
"That really did scare the shit out of me," Sandy admitted. "What the hell was that stupid cow doing in the road?" She demanded, her voice still shaking.
"I don't know," I sighed. "But hopefully this rain will ease up and we can see if he's okay."
"We don't have to wait for the rain to stop," Sandy said with concern. "You can go check on him now."
"In the rain?" I groaned.
"It won't kill you, Alan."
"The embankment is probably slippery," I protested. "We should really wait out the rain."
Sandy wrapped her arms tightly around herself and sank further back into her seat.
"I'm sure the cow is okay," I said, reaching out to her and attempting to make a reassuring touch.
"I like you, Alan," Sandy said quietly as she stared straight ahead out of the car at the pouring rain sheeting across the windshield and the world of green beyond. "And if you liked me you'd check on that poor cow."
For a few moments there was no sound but that of the falling rain and our breathing as we tried to compose ourselves
"The poor cow," Sandy stammered, trying to make her point again.
"Let me go look," I sighed. "Even though it's still raining and I'm going to get saturated out there," I added with a self-pitying sigh.
"The cow will appreciate it," Sandy said simply. "I'll appreciate it."
I sighed heavily and slowly climbed out of the car with some difficultly, slamming the door behind me and moving around the sunken back of the car, stepping through water, mud and soaked grass. The car was submerged into the ground like it was a meteor having fallen from space and it would need a tow chain to be dragged back to the road above.
"I'll be right back," I yelled over the sound of the rain and Sandy nodded her head as she shifted in the driver's seat and settled herself.
I climbed up the grassy embankment with some difficultly slipping on the wet grass a few times but I made it to the top of the hill in one piece (although soaked) to find that the cow had moved off the road on its own and was standing off on the right side chewing on some grass while looking at me as if I was the one who was nuts.
"Stupid cow," I said aloud but I had to admit that I was happy that clod was okay.
I turned and scampered back down the hill to the car, my t-shirt and shorts soaked through to the skin in the downpour. I moved back around to the passenger's door and tried to open the door in the sunken muck.
"Is the cow okay?" Sandy asked when I got the door open.
"He's fine," I muttered. "Better off than us."
"You're not just saying that so I won't freak?" Sandy asked with concern.
"You didn't hit the cow," I assured her as I tried to climb into the car but the door wouldn't open very far because of the muck.
"You're soaked and you'll get the car all wet if you get back in," Sandy complained. "You may as well stay out there instead of ruining my car."
"I think your car is pretty much wrecked already, Sandy" I let her know.
"Not on the inside," she pointed out.
"Oh great!" I exclaimed. "Just what I wanted: standing in the rain soaked to the bone."
I looked around to see if there was any nearby shelter but there was nothing tall enough to blunt the wind or cover me from the rain.
"I think the rain is slowing down a little," Sandy said hopefully.
I shrugged and leaned forward to rest my arms on the roof of the car in defeat but I didn't realize that my saturated shorts were pressed up against the window right in front of Sandy.
"What difference does it make now?" I grumbled.
"Nice view there, Alan," Sandy giggled.
I stepped back from the car and looked through the window at her. "Oh really now?" I said with annoyance. "I suppose I should just strip down and get in naked so I won't get your precious interior all wet."
"Well, that would certainly be a viewing pleasure I could enjoy," she laughed while leaning over the passenger's seat and rolling the window down. "Are you game?" She teased.
"Did you try your cell phone?" I asked, ignoring her apparent come on.
"No signal," she reported. "Must be the mountains. We're trapped, at least until the rain stops and we can make an escape."
"Hah! This road is pretty quiet and I'm guessing not many will to be out in this weather," I said. "We might be here for a while if the rain doesn't let up. You can't even see the car from the road."
"That's okay," Sandy said with lifting eyebrows.
"Let me in the car," I said, noticing that she was holding the passenger door closed.
"You're all wet," she said.
I decided to call her bluff and answer her tease by slowly pulling my t-shirt over my head and I stood in the rain in just my shorts looking through the window.
"Well?" I asked.
"Very nice," she laughed delightfully. "Look at the way the water is running down your chest. Almost makes me want to come out there and join you."
"I think the way your t-shirt would look soaked with rain would be a welcomed sight to see," I dared her.
"I don't think so," she replied knowingly. "It's nice in here and I think I'll stay right where I am. Now how about a bit more of a show?"
I held up my dripping t-shirt up. "Can I at least put this in the car so I don't drop it in the mud?" I asked.
Sandy pondered my request. "I suppose so," she finally decided. "Just make sure to get as much water out of it as you can."
"How am I supposed to do that in the rain?" I grumbled.
"That's your problem," Sandy replied.
I squeezed my t-shirt as hard as I could and when I noticed that Sandy had let go of the car door I grabbed it and swung it open catching her off guard. I reached in and got a hold of her arm, pulling her out of the car into the rain.
"Hey!" she squealed.
"Now it's your problem!" I laughed
I spun her around and pushed the door shut with my foot before leaning against the car between it and Sandy who was quickly getting soaked from the rain.
"No fair!" She protested in an almost childish tone. "I'm getting all wet! Just look at me!"
"Oh I am!" I said with a whistle, looking at her breasts as I could clearly see her nipples showing through the light fabric of her rapidly turning wet tee shirt.
Sandy looked down and she saw what I was looking at as her breasts almost naked through her wet t-shirt as her nipples came to attention. She moved her hands in front on her breasts almost shyly.
"You aren't very gentlemanly," she complained as her hair matted against her head.
"Very true," I said with a natural wanting in my voice. "But what can I say?"
Sandy ran around the front of the car to the other side of the vehicle. I leaped over the hood of the car and cut her off before she could get to the driver's door. We both stood staring at each other in the falling rain.
"What are you doing?" Sandy finally asked.
"I don't know," I admitted sheepishly.
"What?" Sandy asked in a babying tone. "You mean you don't know what you want?"
"Do you know what you want?" I tested.
"Maybe," she replied.
I felt a shiver run down my spine from the tone of her one word response. "Perhaps you need a little more incentive," Sandy suggested, looking me in the eyes as she took a hold of the bottom edge of her t-shirt which she slowly and quite provocatively lifted over her head completely exposing her lovely breasts much to my unexpected surprise.
"So beautiful," I breathed out softly as she threw her t-shirt on to the hood of the car.
Sandy stood before me in her tiny skirt with her hands on her hips proudly presenting herself to me. "I wanted you to see me," she said softly.
"I'm glad you wanted me to see you," I said, my voice breaking.
I moved one way and then the other trying to catch Sandy off guard but she moved away each time but when she slipped just a little on the wet grass I caught her in my arms.
"Now I have you," I said, trying to sound cocky and sure but I was really scared out of my mind.
Sandy didn't make any real effort to get away and I realized that our naked chests were now pressed together. I could feel her erect nipples pressing firmly against me. "Well, now that you have me," she said seductively, "What do you plan to do with me?"
I leaned forward and kissed her deeply and she responded by melting in my embrace as the rain fell upon us in a what had to be the most sensual, sexual, romantic moment of my life. Her blonde hair was now matted to her head and face as we kissed, the rain running in our eyes.
After a few minutes we let the kiss go and we stayed standing in the rain wrapped in each other's arms looking at each other and smiling. Then Sandy wiggled her hips and rubbed herself against my now hard penis.
"I think something needs to be done about this, Alan," she giggled, removing her arms from around me.
"Oh?" I asked hopefully yet nervously. "And just what do you have in mind?"
"I don't know," She replied but then she began sliding her hands up under her skirt. "Perhaps I could do this."
Sandy slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, swinging them on the end of her finger in front of my face before dropping them behind her on the hood with her t-shirt.
I swallowed hard and even though we were standing in the pouring rain my throat was bone dry.
"And then possibly this," she said as she turned her back to me and undid her skirt, slowly peeled it from her body and soon she was standing naked with her bare butt to me as she deposited her skirt with the rest of her clothes.
I stared in amazement at this gorgeous sight standing in the pouring rain completely naked. She glanced over her shoulder.
"Surprised?" She asked with a seductive smile.
"Stunned," I admitted. "But appreciative." I glanced at her gorgeous buns and then back up to her face. "Sandy," I said, almost breathless.
"What are you going to do now?" She teased still keeping her back to me, almost as if she was daring me to do something before she would turn and let me see her womanhood.
I bravely and boldly pulled my shorts and underwear down and off releasing my hard on which was now pointing towards her. I saw her eyes glance down and look at me in all my openness as the rain literally splattered off my dick.
"Well, that's a start!" Sandy grinned approvingly. "I do like the sight of that."
"Sandy," I pleaded. "Turn around."
She smiled and did so, turning slowly to reveal herself to me in all her beauty. Her light blond pubic hair was trimmed nicely and I watched as the rain travelled down her body, across, over and through her breasts and down her stomach in a stream until it hit the dam that was her pubic hair.
"So what do we do now?" she asked with uncertainty.
I stepped closer to her and gently caressed her butt cheeks, my swaying penis brushing against her leg.
"Oh," she said nervously, giving out a little squeak.
"I don't know what to do next," I confessed, still trying to process what was going on between us.
"Didn't you take sex ed, Alan?" She teased.
"Is that something you're interested in doing?" I asked as we stood in the rain staring at each other.
"Have you ever done it in the rain?" She whispered.
I didn't have the guts to tell her I hadn't done it at all (yet).
She stepped back and rested her butt on top of the hood of the car, opening her legs as if to let me know what she wanted me to do. I was pretty sure she had done it before but now was not the time to ask.
"Is it safe?" I asked quietly.
"Nobody's around, Alan," she giggled.
"That's not what I meant," I replied as I stared seriously into her eyes.
"I'm all set," she informed me. "It's okay."
I stepped between her legs and drove my penis deep into her pussy causing her to yell out loud.
"Geez, Alan, what happened to the foreplay?"
"Sorry," I mumbled. "I just couldn't wait."
The rain had more than lubricated both of us and I was inside of her without a problem.
"I don't think anyone is going to hear us out here over the rain and cows," I said as I looked into her eyes.
"I just hope nobody sees us," she yelled out haltingly as she pushed hard back against me.
"Well I bet ... they wish ... they could," I grunted as I worked up the tempo pushing hard back against her as I watched her breasts swaying under her as she lay on the hood of the car with her arms propped under her, the heavy rain showering down on us, dripping us with desire.
"I can't believe we're doing this," I said as I watched my cock go in and out of her.
"I'm playing your instrument, Alan," she giggled between groans as I began to increase the speed and strength of my thrusting. "And the rain is our music."
I could tell the effect it was having on Sandy as her groans become louder, moving toward screams and she pushed harder back against me with each thrust using the car as leverage although we were sliding back and forth on the wet metal of the hood. Her eyes never left mine as we made love in the rain, the drops bouncing off my ass and her breasts as we keep humping one another.
"Keep ... going ... I want ... you to ..." Sandy groaned out the last words almost like a growl.
She reached her hand for mine and directed it between her legs, directing me to where she wanted me to touch her. When I figured out what she wanted, I pinched her clit between my fingers causing her to buck hard back against me and she screamed out loud in pleasure.
"Yes ... that's it," Sandy screamed, happy to be able to make as much noise as she wanted.
"Is it possible to drown while making love?" I asked as I watched the rain patter on her face and into her open mouth as she continued to moan wildly.
Streams of rain landed in her mouth which she eagerly lapped up. "I'll die happy," she told me.
The sight of what was happening was too much for me as I felt myself unloading deep into her, grunting with exertion with each thrust and just then Sandy's orgasm hit her and she squealed loudly and I felt her tightening around my penis hard causing me to groan at the unbelievable experience as the rain continued to drench us.
As our orgasms subsided, Sandy looked up through the rain at me, gasping for breath both from her orgasm and from the rain splattering her in the face. I was stunned by everything that had happened and for a moment I wasn't sure what to do next. Sandy solved the problem for me by wrapping her arm around my neck and pulling me down to her so she could kiss me. She took my hand in hers and helped me rub my fingers over her crotch as I went limp and my dick slowly slipped out of her.
"Come back here," Sandy whimpered as she reached out and grabbed for my penis and she pulled me back to her, rubbing me along her opening. "I must say thank you," she said, sounding a touch out of breath. "I wanted this to happen."
"Have you ever done it in the rain before?" I asked as I reached around and cupped her butt in my hand, squeezing her ass cheek as rain water dripped down her crack.
"No," she admitted between deep breathes. "But I always wanted to know what it might feel like and you certainly helped."
"I'm glad you let me," I said with happy contentment, giving her a kiss.
Sandy pushed me away and stood up on what seemed to be shaky legs. She leaned her head against my chest to collect herself. I buried my head on her shoulder and watched as the rain drained down her back and into her ass crack.
"I'll never hate the rain again," Sandy said with a smile.
"I can't believe this happened," I said in agreement. "I'll never forget any of it."
"My car gave its life for us," Sandy giggled.
"Are we an us now?" I wondered with worry.
"Do you want to be?" She asked tentatively.
"More than anything," I assured her.
"Then I'd say yes, we are an us now," Sandy confirmed.
"You want to be an us?" I asked with surprise.
"We're both band geeks aren't we?" She laughed. "Why not?"
"What took us so long?" I asked.
"Maybe we were waiting for the rain," she suggested.
All of a sudden, the rain stopped as if somebody had turned off a faucet. We broke our embrace and looked at each other, smiling sadly.
"I guess this means we can't do it in the rain anymore," I sighed.
"We'll get another chance," she said seductively before turning and looking for her clothes which had fallen to the ground from the hood during all the activity.
I found my underwear and shorts, soaked and muddy on the ground and I slowly put them back on, reluctantly tucking my penis back in from its rare freedom.
Sandy stepped toward me holding her clothes in her hand and she hugged me, pressing her still naked body against me and then giving me a quick kiss.
"Well it has been an absolute pleasure to do it in the rain with you, Alan," she said warmly before letting go.
I wrapped my arms around her, pressing myself against her and feeling her breasts squash into me. "I think," I whispering softly in her ear, "that I'm going to remember this day for a long time."
Sandy moaned a little as I played with her breasts. She turned so her back was to me and she pushed her butt against my soft penis. "Oh, I know you will," she giggled. "I know I will."
She slowly got dressed with her back to me and I watched with disappointment as her ass disappeared underneath her panties and skirt. She pulled her tee shirt back on and then turned to face me.
"Where's you shirt?" She wondered.
I retrieved it from the car and put it on – although there was no worse feeling than putting on wet clothes.
"Grab your stuff," I said. "Maybe the cell will work from up there."
Sandy nodded and got her bag from the car. "Do you think it's totaled?" She wondered, glancing at her car.
"Depends if you bent the frame or not," I replied. "That was quite a landing."
"Yes it was," she agreed.
I helped her up the side of the embankment and we saw that the cow was still standing on the side of the road chewing on its cud when we reached the top.
"Hello, Cow," Sandy giggled, stepping toward it. "Thanks for fixing us up!"
I grinned and winked at the cow. "Thanks, Bessie."
I took hold of Sandy's hand as we began walking down the road. The cell still didn't get a signal but after awhile a car came by and gave us a lift to a store a few miles down the road and we called my brother to come get us.
"What the hell happened to you two?" He asked when he arrived to find us sitting on the curb in wet clothes and matted hair.
"Nothing," I said.
"Everything," Sandy rebutted.
"Yeah, everything," I told my brother.
Judging from the look on his face, I'm pretty sure Bob quickly figured out exactly what happened. He grinned and nodded with understanding.
"Come on," he said. "I'll drive you to the cop station. You can report the accident."
"We don't have to tell them everything do we?" Sandy asked as she climbed into the front seat between me and my brother.
"No, you don't have to tell them everything," Bob agreed with a smirk.
"We're not tell you either," I remarked, giving him the evil eye.
"And I ask for so little," Bob sighed.
"Have you ever done it in the rain?" Sandy asked Bob and I could feel my face turning four shades of red.
"No, I can't say that I have," my smiling brother replied as he drove the car.
"Good, I finally have something on you," I grinned.
"Well, from now on, whenever it rains, I'll think of you two," Bob replied with approval and all three of us laughed.