I Hate You

Calli glared at him, torn between wanting to walk away, wanting to yell at him, or wanting to hurt him. Knowing violence is what brought them to this point, she started to turn away. Changing her mind at the last moment, she swung around.

"How dare you," she sputtered, "How dare you come back now, after all this time, and act like you don't have a clue!"

Brady took a step closer to her. "Trust me, Cal, I don't have a clue. I've never had..."

"You betrayed me! You took his word over mine. You have no idea what really happened."

"Maybe if you'd told me..." Brady reached out to her, but Calli stepped out of reach.

"So now it's my fault?"

"That's not what I said. But you could have trusted me and told me what was going on."

"Fine!" Calli was shouting, uncaring of who heard her, "He tried to rape me. There. Are you happy now?" With that said, she spun around and ran for the door. Brady stood there for a moment in shock. As her words sank in, he quickly followed her outside into the rain.

Brady finally caught up to her on the old bike path they used to ride on years earlier. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around so they were standing face to face. Calli tried pushing him away, frightened and angry. But Brady held her tight, watching the emotions flicker erratically through her eyes. The rain dripping down her cheeks - or were those teardrops? He couldn't be sure. Probably both, he figured.

He reached out a hand, resting it against her cold cheek. "I'm sorry, Cal," he whispered into the night air.

"I hate you," she whispered back, no longer fighting his grip.

"I know," he muttered, his lips getting closer to hers. The warmth of her breath mingled with the coolness of the air. He felt the shiver go through her and pulled her closer to him, still hovering millimeters from her lips. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing lightly against his. With a low groan he brought his hand to the back of her head and pulled her closer, kissing her hard.

She pulled away briefly, startled. Brady took a deep breath, momentarily expecting her to declare her hatred of him again, or run. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back feverishly. Their lips and tongues tasted and teased each other.Brady moved his hands up her sides and across her chest, to the buttons going down the center of the now soaked blouse. Calli urgently pulled his sweater off and pressed herself against him, grinding her hips against his, her fingers scratching lightly down his back as she sucked softly on his bottom lip.

Brady groaned again, his hand moving up to cup her breast. He pulled his mouth away from hers, kissing down her neck, getting drunk by the taste of rain water mingled with the sweet taste of her flesh. Calli whimpered as his lips made it to one of her nipples. Encouraged by her soft sounds, Brady moved his lips to her other breast, repeating the attention.

Calli slid her hands across his wet stomach, undoing the button of his jeans, her fingers desperate and needy as the reached into his jeans and wrapped around his hardness.

A growl escaped Brady's lips as she touched him and he nipped harder at her nipple. His hand slid down, over her hip and thigh to grab the hem of her short skirt. He slipped his hand under the light soaked fabric, moving it closer to her desire. He slid his fingers beneath the thin fabric probing her heat. Her whimpers came louder and faster as he moved his fingers expertly over her. Her fingers tightened around him, stroking harder, freeing him from the tight denim.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely. The pressure was building inside her quicker than she'd ever experienced before. She knew she was close. She grabbed the sides of his face, gazing deep into his eyes, letting him see her need. "Brady, please," she whispered again.

Brady backed her up until she was resting against a large oak tree. Leaning down, he kissed her again, slowly, hungrily, as he pulled her panties to the side and rubbed her heat with the tip of his cock. She dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him on. As she pushed her tongue into his mouth, dancing it against his, he thrust himself hard and deep into her.

The thin fabric of the blouse provided little protection from the oak, but Calli didn't notice. She met him thrust for thrust, scratching her nails roughly down his back as she felt herself about to explode. Brady sensed it too and moved faster, his body tensing. He felt her release, felt her body convulse and tense around him. With one final hard thrust he pressed himself deep inside her, his own release making him grab onto her tightly.

They held tight to each other for a few moments, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Calli rested her hand against his cheek, looking up into his eyes. With a small content smile she whispered, "I still hate you."