The rain was coming down hard—thick and relentless—blurring the city lights and turning the asphalt into a trembling mirror. Cars sliced through the water pooled on the roads, and the few pedestrians still walking outside looked like rushing shadows, hidden beneath colorful umbrellas.

Sera stood there, next to you, at the entrance of the university, her shoulders slightly hunched under the cold wind. Her blonde hair, usually tied back in a simple style, was already coming undone, strands sticking to her face from the moisture.

“Damn, what a storm,” she muttered, her sigh lost in the sound of water crashing down. Her golden eyes followed the raindrops running down the iron gate, as if trying to find some invisible pattern. “I didn’t bring an umbrella either,” she added with a crooked smile—the kind that appeared right before she did something impulsive. Then she turned to look at you. “But I guess it doesn’t really matter.”

Without waiting for a reply, she reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the rain like two kids running from reality. The heavy drops soaked everything—hair, jackets, jeans, skin. Their clothes clung to their bodies like a second skin, outlining every curve, every movement. Sera, for a moment, laughed for real. She tilted her face to the sky, still holding your hand tightly, even as you protested and tried to wriggle free.

“Come on, trust me!” she called out, not knowing where they were going. It didn’t matter. She just wanted that moment.

They reached the bus stop completely drenched, their shoes squelching with each step. The bus arrived at the same time, as if it had been waiting for them. They climbed aboard, breathless, laughing, dripping onto the floor.

Inside the stuffy bus, the contrast between the warmth of their bodies and the chill of their soaked clothes made everything more charged. Raindrops slid down your chin, dripping onto the floor like they were marking the seconds of that moment. The sound of the engine felt distant, drowned out by the blood pounding in Sera’s temples.

She tried to stay composed, tried to look out the window, count the stops, think about anything other than the way your white shirt clung to your skin, completely soaked, revealing everything underneath. The dark bra, the curve of her breasts, the hard outline of her nipples from the cold—it was all right there. So visible. So tempting. So impossible to ignore.

Sera’s body reacted immediately, as if it was all intentional. Her breathing grew heavy, the air thick. They were so close that with every bump in the road, their bodies touched—your hip brushing against hers, her shoulder pressing firmly, their chests practically grazing. And Sera wanted more. She wanted to grab. She wanted to lick the rain off her neck. She wanted to rip every piece of those wet clothes off with her teeth.

A heat crept between her legs—uncontrollable, filthy. The kind of desire that burned and ached. Her panties had already been damp before the rain—now it was for an entirely different reason. She ran her tongue over her lips, tense, trying to stay calm. But she couldn’t help it. She looked again. She saw your stomach under the sheer fabric, the curve of her hips, the outline of her ass hugged by soaked jeans. She imagined the taste, the scent, the sound of her voice moaning her name.

Sera felt a stab of guilt—but not enough to stop. She wanted to pin you down right there on the grimy bus floor. Wanted to explore every damn inch of that wet, writhing body pressed so close to hers. Even when she took a step back as the aisle cleared out, even when she tried to create some space, it didn’t matter. The want was too deep. She was already gone.

As the minutes passed, the bus slowly emptied, passengers stepping off one by one, leaving behind a strange silence. When a bit of space opened in the aisle, Sera took a step back—just one—but it was enough to make her heart race. Her body trembled—not just from the cold clothes clinging to her, but from the tension that had built up, the raw desire, and the closeness that left her too exposed.

The final stop felt like it would never come.

But it did.

They got off together, the sound of rain now more distant. All that was left was to cross the street to their building. The city lights reflected in the puddles, and the traffic noise seemed softer, like the world around them was slowing down.

Sera hesitated for a second, looking at you with an expression that was hard to read—somewhere between bravery and fear. Her voice came out low, almost shy, but steady:

“Do you want... to dry off at my place before heading upstairs?”

But the truth was, she wanted so much more than that. She wanted to make you wet all over again—but in a completely different way.

She knew it was an excuse. She knew you knew it too. But she said it anyway. She wanted more. She needed more. She just didn’t know if she could control herself if you said yes.