Chapter 7 Close Encounters of the Stormy Kind

Julius

We run to the balcony doors while the lightning and rain start pouring down. I go for the handle.

“It’s locked!” I yell to Rosalie over the wind. She tries the handle too. Nothing.

We bang on the doors hoping someone will hear us. With as far back as this balcony is plus the thick wooden doors, it’s not likely anyone can hear us. Suddenly, Rosalie starts kicking the door. I like her style, but it would take an elephant to knock these doors down.

“Heeeeelp!!” She gives up and starts yelling over the balcony.

My phone has no reception and as I try making an unsuccessful call for help to unlock the doors, it starts beeping an alarm.

“It’s a tornado warning! We’ve got to get off this balcony Rosalie!”

We look down and the drop is to far. We need something to get us farther down to jump. I start taking off my shirt and tying it to the rails. Then my pants and tying those to the shirt. I’m down to my whitey tightys that are now see through thanks to the rain. Rosalie stops pacing and turns to stare at me shamelessly.

“Suddenly this doesn’t seem so bad!” She yells and I wink at her and toss my clothes tied in a rope down. The drop is still to far not to break your leg or worse.

As if reading my mind, she takes off her cape first and I tie it. Before I can measure, she pulls her long black dress over her head. She has on a shear black bra and matching panties leaving me with the breath knocked out of me. The see through pattern shows it all and her curvy sexy figure and full breast has me forgetting we’re in a fucking tornado. She looks at me and winks then tells me to “hurry the fuck up” and breaks my spell.

I finish tying her dress and cape to my clothes and toss it over.

“It’ll work. I’ll go first.” I tell her. I climb over the railing ready to climb down.

“WAIT!!” She yells and walks towards me.

“Don’t die Julius... We’ve only just met.”

I smile at her soaking wet state. She looks like she belongs on the cover of a swim catalog. Breathtaking. I tell myself that I hope I don’t fucking die so I can kiss her beautiful lips. I make my way down, dangling from the clothes. It’s still a big jump to the ground but luckily I make it without busting my ass.

“I made it! Come on Rosalie!” The wind has picked up with a fury as I see her fine round ass climb over the balcony and descend down. She’s about halfway down when she screams.

“Julius!!!  It’s coming undone!”

Oh shit. I get underneath her. I’ll have to break her fall. Sure enough, she slips as it sways and I painfully hit the ground with her on top of me with a load groan.

She lays on me for a minute. Both of us dazed from the impact. She leans up on top of me in a very sexual position and even though I’ll probably have a bruise tomorrow, right now I’m not complaining one bit.

“Julius, are you okay?” She says breathlessly and I’m positive I’m getting hard.

“Yeah, you?” I stare into her big forest green eyes.

“I think I twisted my ankle but that’s it” She says moving off me and I’m immediately sad about it.

She struggles to walk but limps on the hurt ankle. Lightning strikes a tree way to close and I scoop her up in my arms bridal style looking for shelter quick. I see a small concrete building and carry Rosalie to the door and kick it open.

“It looks like this is a storage shed for theatre props.” Rosalie states.

There’s an old piano. Statues. Everything is dusty. I place Rosalie on a red fainting couch. There are some candelabras and matches on a table. I gather all that I see. I’m sure the small lightbulb in this shed won’t last through the storm. I light the candles and look for something to dry us off with. Rosalie is trying not to show it but her teeth are slightly chattering. She’s cold. I find an old dry curtain and make my way towards her. I start drying her off and it feels so intimate as her teeth chatter before me. For someone who radiated power on stage earlier, she sure looks vulnerable now. I like her vulnerability. It feels like I’m experiencing something few have seen with her. I dry myself off and throw the now wet curtain to the side just as the power goes out. Luckily we have candlelight.

“Let me warm you up.” I offer and I make my way to the couch and pull her on top of me as I stretch out with my arms around her. She positions herself with her front to mine. She looks up and our eyes are locked on each other listening to the storm raging outside.

“You’re so warm and cozy. I must admit I almost convinced myself you might be a vampire. With the good looks and sexy voice drawing anything with a pulse in.” She says with her voice slightly hoarse.

I laughed. “And how are you so sure I’m not?” I teased.

“Your tan.” She says matter a fact and it makes me smile. A moment of silence passes before she speaks.

“This is a very precarious situation we find ourselves in Julius, wouldn’t you agree?”

“It seems my life is getting rather dangerous since we met Rosalie. I can’t ever say being with you is boring.”

We laugh and my phone I’ve kept in my underwear starts beeping again.

“Tornado touchdown in your area, take shelter immediately.”

I read aloud as hail starts hitting the two windows on the opposite wall from us and the glass breaks. I flip Rosalie over so I’m on top protecting her from the glass. Now the storm is loud in the room. It sounds like a freight train.

“Julius if we are going to die in this tornado I have a confession to make!” She yells over the chaos in the room.

“What is it Rosalie?” I look down at her still on top covering her body.

“I never loved Matt Muller.” She yells breathlessly to me. “He’s not the reason I finished the balled that day that won me the cello!” We stare into each others eyes. Both with labored breaths.

“When I ran into you on the stairs that day and looked into your smokey grey eyes..” She pants and my heart is racing. “I was struck! Like looking into the eyes of a hurricane or the sky in the day as the storm clouds roll in! It’s ironic at this moment, I know!” She smiles and lets out a laugh and my stomach does a weird flip.

“I was inspired! And when I played that day, I didn’t think of Matt Muller-I...I thought of you! The boy on the steps with the stormy eyes!”

Wow! That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.

“Rosalie!” I say still staring back into her beautiful eyes.

“Yes Julius?!” God she looks breathtaking with her hair flowing around her beneath me.

“I too have a confession to make!” She likes her lips and I’m beyond aroused. I know she can feel it.

“When I saw you on the stairs, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on! I had to hold you at least once!” I breathe heavy. The wind through the windows is blowing stuff over all around the room and it feels like madness all around us.

“So I purposely ran into you! You didn’t run into me! And my biggest regret is I didn’t have the balls to kiss you then!”

She throws her head back and laughs arching her beautiful breast into me and looks up smiling.

“You are a tricky one Julius Alexander! I’ll have to keep my eyes on you!”

I lifted her in my arms and claimed her beautiful soft lips. With the storm raging around us she met my passions with just the same fury. I picked her up as she wrapped her legs around me. When she took a breath out, I would breathe her in. We kissed with a hunger. Like it was the last kiss on earth. It was as if time stopped. Our kiss may have lasted hours or minutes but it felt like a lifetime and yet, not long enough. I lightly bit her bottom lip as she opened her mouth to me granting me entrance. Our tongues dances in perfect sync. The kiss became more heated. I firmly gripped her hair from the back, tilting her head up allowing full access to kiss down her beautiful neck as she let out a sexy gasp. I was starting to lose control and was just about to make my was down to her breast when the lights came back on and the storm stopped, breaking us out of our daze.

All I could think as we began to separate from our embrace was-

There are few kisses someone remembers in their lifetime and I’ve had a lot. But kissing Rosalie takes the cake.

I have it bad for my brother Ben’s soon to be sister in law.