Free Summer Fling by Billie Rae

Chapter One
     
     
    “This is just great.” Lorraine’s sarcasm
was evident as she walked to the large window and stared into the
thick rain that beat against the glass. Her pretty brow wrinkled
into a frown as she turned desperately to Donna, her best friend.
“We decide to go out and have fun, and the weather decides to turn
out like this,” she said, sweeping a dainty hand towards the
window.
    “It won’t rain for long,” Donna replied,
not taking her eyes off the magazine she was reading. She lay on
the floor in front of the open fireplace, on her stomach, her legs
bent at the knees. Her bare feet tapped in the air in time to the
song that played on the large stereo in the corner of the room, and
she flicked silently through the magazine. Her shoulder length,
brown hair fell about her neck in long dark strands as she lifted a
smiling face to meet her friend’s. “Hey, don’t worry,” she said as
her pretty green eyes saw the look of anxiety painted on Lorraine’s
china doll face. “Who cares anyhow?” she said. “If it’s still
raining, we’re going into town no matter what you say.”
    Lorraine smiled. “I’m being stupid, I
know, but it’s been fine all week and now it decides to rain.”
    “Trust me, by four o’clock the sun will
be shining.” Donna lowered her face and continued to read the
article on Bradley Cooper that she had been reading.
    Lorraine turned to the window and
bunched the lace curtains into her hand. Great tears of rain slid
down the glass to fall into a puddle below the window. The day
before had been superb. A temperature of 30 degrees had brought
blue skies and hot summer days, and the two girls had happily made
their way into the town centre for the day.
    Having two weeks break from school was
bliss for the two seventh formers who were on holiday in
Christchurch. It had been hard for Lorraine to convince her father
to let her travel down from Blenheim, where the two of them lived
alone, but finally he had given in, realising she was no longer the
young girl he had so carefully raised as his daughter.
    They had travelled by train and were
staying with Donna’s sister and brother-in-law in Spreydon. The
recently married couple had bought a house there and were only too
happy to give them a place to stay for the week they were to be in
Christchurch.
    Lisa had promised them the car for
Friday night, so they were going into town for a few hours.
    As Donna predicted, by four o’clock the
rain had stopped. The sun was far from shining and the sky had
grown grey very quickly, but it wasn’t raining.
    One point to Donna , Lorraine
thought as she dried her freshly showered body. She could hear
Donna now, in the shower, singing at the top of her lungs, and the
radio as it blared from the living room.
    She looked at her watch on the dressing
table. It was 4.35. Lisa would be home soon and she had more than
likely forgotten that she’d agreed to lend them the car.
     
    “Shit, sorry, Donna, we need the car,”
Lisa tried to apologise as she made dinner.
    “But you promised we could have it,”
Donna pleaded.
    “I know. Listen, I’ll drop you into town
myself, that way I’ll feel better, knowing you’re safe on
foot.”
    Donna looked questioningly at Lorraine,
who smiled and nodded in approval. “It’s better than nothing.”
    “Sure is,” Lisa agreed. She turned and
watched the girls race upstairs to their bedroom. “I’m leaving at
five-thirty,” she yelled after them.
     
    They dressed quickly, Donna in a red
mini skirt, while blouse and a stone-washed jacket, Lorraine in a
pair of black skinny jeans, white tee and black cardigan. She let
her long black hair out of its clips and it fell to her waist.
Brushing it as she stood before the full length mirror, it was
obvious she was trying to decide how she would wear it for the
night.
    “Leave it out,” Donna suggested as she
stopped behind Lorraine and ran her hand through her shiny
mane.
    Lorraine turned, brush in