Twenty-seven years old.                                                                                                 "I'd love to make love with you this afternoon," Rainbird said. "Would that be all right?" 

     Would that be all right? It was all Adam could do to keep from ripping his clothes off on the spot. They were neighbors, in a manner of speaking. The apartment buildings they lived in were right next to each other. They found themselves chatting on the sidewalk every few days, and, after a few months of that, they fell into heavier conversations as they realized they had a connection and liked each other. Adam had a crush on her, as he did on just about every female he'd ever had any contact with whatsoever, but it'd never occurred to him to actually make a move. She just didn't seem to see him in that manner, which was fine. At that point in his life, he was happy to have her just as a friend. 

     Then, on this one unnaturally warm spring day, Adam woke up on his day off feeling vaguely depressed and needing a pal to hang out with. He went to Rainbird's to find her in the exact same mood. She lived on the third floor with huge windows that she always kept open. Sunlight now flooded into the apartment, warming and illuminating everything inside. Rainbird kept her apartment neat but not excessively tidy. They chatted for an hour, and that was interesting and fun, as usual, but didn't quite hit the spot. So...                                                                             Her bed had only a single sheet on it. It'd been too hot all week for anything heavier. Rainbird made drinks out of vodka and a variety of juices. Adam couldn't remember the last time he'd had a better tasting drink.  

     They slipped off their shoes to go into a long, heavy make-out session. Rainbird wore her black, curl free hair long to her hips, she constantly combed it, and now she kept it away from them with her hand so that it wouldn't get in the way while they smooched.   

     Her blouse came out of her jeans as they embraced, and it finally just reached the point where she felt she just may as well take it off. Her bra was pink and probably at one time had been frilly, but it'd been through the washer and dryer a few dozen times since then. Adam pulled his own T-shirt off so that it'd be skin against skin, but the bra didn't come off for a while. Rainbird seemed to feel more comfortable with it on. Eventually, though, especially after he started caressing her breasts anyway and feeling her taut nipples through cloth, the bra had to go. Adam spent a long time with her breasts. They seemed so perfect to him, not too big, not too small, with nipples as dark as walnuts. He'd finish with one breast, and the other one would insist on being sucked as well. Back and forth. Back and forth.  

     Finally, their pants felt heavy and had to come off. They stood to remove them. Rainbird shaved her pubis landing-strip style.  

     "I propose a toast," she said. She held up her glass. Adam did the same. 

     "This is probably the one and only time we'll ever make love," Rainbird said, "but, in this moment, I love you, Adam."  

     "And I love you," Adam responded honestly.

     "And moments of joy should be treasured, so..." They clinked glasses and took sips from their drinks before setting them back down.  

     They made out naked for a long time because it just felt so fucking wonderful. Adam, at last, slid a hand between her legs to find that she had cunt juice all over the inside of her thighs.

     Rainbird whispered in Adam's ear, "French my pussy, Adam, okay?"

     He was happy to, and while he did she sucked and stroked his dick. He tenderly kissed her clit, then slid his tongue into her to taste and explore the inside of her twat even as she swallowed his penis to the balls again, again, again. 

     Finally, they just knew. 

     It was time to start fucking. 

     Rainbird wrapped her legs around his ass and locked her ankles as he entered her. She looked up at him with eyes that danced. She'd draped her long black hair off to her left so that it hung over the side of the bed. She writhed as he stroke, stroke, stroked the inside of her pussy with his cock. He gave himself a mental visual of his dick sliding into her, her clitty on one side and her butthole on the other and slick cunt juice all over the place.  

     When Rainbird fucked, it was like she was doing yoga or something, only it was much more free form than that. She never stopped kissing and caressing him, her ankles stayed locked, but her body undulated like a snake's. Adam thought he got what she was doing. Together, they searched for that stroke that would hit that oh-so sweet spot where love and sex collided to become a perfect erotic moment. After they found one, they searched for another, then another, until...until...

     Rainbird pulled her mouth from his to shout her orgasm even as Adam's body went into a full toe to neck twitch as the best cum he'd ever had before in his life exploded from his balls. 

     Afterwards, all Adam could think of to say was, "Thank you. Thank you so very, very much." 

     Rainbird smiled. 

​     "It looked like you needed it," she said. 

     While Rainbird made fresh drinks, Adam stood at the open window and watched the city burn, block after block. Because he was on the third floor, he could look down at the intense red flames as they continued to consume everything they touched.  

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