A Rain Storm Brought Her To Me And Now The Sun Shines On Us Again

I lived off campus and walked to and from campus, six blocks. I got caught in the rain and got to my duplex sopping wet. The girl that lived next door came out with a towel repeating 'poor baby, poor baby'. She followed me in to my side, helping me peel off my clothes while wrapping the towel around me. Still in the towel we fixed a pot of tea, and talked for the first time.

When I stood in front of her and she asked to see what there was there to see, she opened the towel letting me know she liked what she saw. I was still cold, my nipples on alert, she leaned down and sucked one for a second or two. Her smile led to a kiss and we went back to my room where she helped me dress.

We became friends, we dated, moved in together, became college lovers. When I look back on my college years, those years I was there with her fill me and I feel good. Graduation took us in different directions, one day I married, named my firstborn after her. We found each other again several years ago, we are the closest of friends you could hope to be. Our husbands could never imagine what we mean when we talk about our college days.